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onlybunss · 2 months

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All Yours (M)

Pairing~ vampire!jungkook x mate!reader

Warnings~ possesive!jk, mentions of marking, dom!jk, sub!o/c, pet names, , oral(f receving,m giving),, soft!jk

A/N: What happened the night before: Mine Forever

"Fuck, Jungkook," I gasped. "Shit, baby, moan my name just like that," he growled, his grip tightening on your hips. "I want to hear you scream it." "Jungkook," I gasped, feeling his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust deeper. "Please, Jungkook, don't stop," I begged, my voice shaky with desire. His movements became more urgent, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. "You're so beautiful when you say my name," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. His words only fueled the fire burning inside me, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each thrust, I felt myself surrendering completely to him. "I'm going to cum, Jungkook," I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure as he quickened his pace. "Yes, let go for me," he encouraged, his voice husky with desire. My release washed over me in waves, my body arching as I cried out his name in pure bliss. Suddenly, his lips moved lower, trailing kisses along my inner thighs before finally settling between my legs. The sensation of his tongue on my most sensitive spot sent me spiraling into another realm of pleasure, my hands clutching at the sheets as I moaned his name over and over again. My body quivered with each flick of his tongue, his expert ministrations driving me to the brink once more. "Jungkook fuck.." I gasped "I'm so close," I moaned. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine as he whispered, "Not yet, baby. I want to make you feel even better." As he continued to please me, I felt myself on the edge of an intense climax, my senses overwhelmed by the ecstasy he was providing. "Let go for me." With a final surge of passion, I let go completely, surrendering to the euphoria he had ignited within me. My body convulsed with pleasure as I rode out the waves of my orgasm, feeling completely consumed by the intensity of our connection. As I slowly came back down from my high, I could see the satisfaction and pride in his eyes, knowing he had brought me to such a powerful release. His touch was like nothing I had ever experienced before, leaving me craving more of his intoxicating presence. With a gentle smile, he whispered, "You are so beautiful when you let go." "No one except me will ever get to see you like this." "No one except me will ever get to see you like this," he whispered possessively, his gaze lingering on me with a sense of ownership that sent shivers down my spine. The possessiveness in his tone only fueled my desire for him, knowing that I belonged to him in that moment of pure vulnerability. "no one will ever seem like this..no one..jungkook." I gasped out still getting through my high His touch and the intensity of his gaze made me feel both exposed and desired, a combination that left me feeling simultaneously scared and exhilarated. It was a feeling I knew I would never forget, a moment of connection that would forever be etched in my memory.

As we were laying there in silence, I said, "Why did you mark me there?" His response was a soft whisper: "Because you're mine, and I want everyone to know it." The possessiveness in his tone sent shivers down my spine, solidifying the bond between us even further.

"And I wanted to see it while I fucked you numb," he said in a low, husky voice that made my heart race and my face heat up. "Jungkook," I say shyly. "What its true! How did you even see it's translusive on the skin?" He said it with a curious tone. I laughed a little "well it hurt when I was ass up for you so I checked.." "Fuck, you're a sneaky one," Jungkook chuckled, his fingers tracing lightly over the mark. "But I guess that just proves how irresistible you are to me." I couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a warmth spreading through me at the realization of the depth of our connection. "I guess so," I replied softly, leaning into his touch. Wrapped up in each other's arms, we lay there in content silence, the lingering echoes of our passion still hanging in the air. In that moment, I knew that whatever lay ahead for us, we would face it together, bound by a love and desire that was undeniable. And as I drifted off to sleep in his embrace, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the intensity of our connection and the unspoken promises that lay between us.

#bts smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bangtan #bts hot #bts fanfic #bts #bts army

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vivvangel · 4 months

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guilty as charged | park sunghoon.

viv's note 💌: anonnie i love you i'm so sorry i accidentally deleted the post w the ask 😭 anon who requested somno w oral fixation hoon, this is for you!!! also plsplspls reblog if u read & enjoy, helps out sm!!!

synopsis: hoon can't seem to control himself around you, taking matters into his own hands, he's ready to be guilty as charged. › pairings & contents: sunghoon x fem!reader ✧ warnings: somno! use of nicknames, perv!hoon kinda, oral fixation, words like "daddy", multiple orgasms ━━━━━━ MDNI.

you're sleeping, in nothing but panties and his tshirt on. hoon walks quietly over to the bed and stares down at your soft, innocent and adorable body. he starts by gently lifting his own tshirt that you wore, and caressing your breasts. so soft and beautiful in his large hands. brushing your nipples with his fingertips before he begins to suck on them gently. you're a sound sleeper so you won't wake up just yet. he gets a little more bold and slides your panties down your legs, delicately and slowly. just looking at your sleeping body makes hoon want to slide inside you,

sunghoon can't control himself – he thinks it's bad to sexualize you when you're literally doing something so mundane as sleeping, but he can't help it, he can't help himself especially because of how at peace you look when you're sleeping. he's still hesitant, groping your ass and tits while you soundly sleep. since you haven't woken up yet, he goes a little further, grinding against you and rubbing his cock against your thighs — you're still asleep as he manages to cum against your skin. he lays down before your cunt, "so wet for me even in your sleep, aw" — he says as he latches his tongue onto your pretty pussy, your body moves in your sleep, but that doesn't stop sunghoon from making out with your cunt, moaning into your core as shivers went down your spine few minutes before you wake up in a lust filled haze. your face says you're desperate and confused, and a soft moan escapes your mouth when you feel yourself cumming onto his tongue. "can daddy be inside you, pretty? couldn't help myself angel, sorry" he says softly and you slowly nod, giving him the approval he needs.

sunghoon finally gives into his dirty desires, sliding in slowly, trying his best not to cum right there because of how you were squeezing him. "god, you feel so good around my thick cock, baby, pussy made for me". a moan escapes your mouth when sunghoon thrusts harder. he's holding your hands above your head with one hand, as he thrusts faster and faster. "letting me ruin your cute little pussy, ah-- fuck, letting me use you for my pleasure, good fucking girl. daddy needed this so bad, pretty."

sunghoon's thrusts get intense and rougher. his breathing gets more and more ragged as he gets closer and closer to cumming. and then, finally, he lets out a heavy grunt against your neck as he cums inside you. he's addicted to your scent, he can't have enough of you. sunghoon pulls you close against him after its over. he kisses your cheek, gently stroking your hair, and moving a strand of hair out of your pretty face, while simultaneously running his hands over your body. "my perfect girl, i love you" he murmurs to your ear, kissing your forehead.

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princesssmars · 4 months

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something something riding karlach until she sees stars. 18+.

karlach is about ninety percent sure her engine is about to fucking explode. and one hundred of that ninety percent is all your fault. its no secret that you're beautiful, annoyingly perceived as so by pretty much everyone who meets you. she could tell when you first walked up to her from across that branch without fear, later telling her you already knew she wasn't the murderous psychotic devil everyone made her out to be. you listened to her story, defended her against wyll, and she could tell the irregular tick in her chest wasn't just her being nervous about facing probable death at the hands of the blade of frontiers himself.

(although if she had to die at your hands she wouldn't much mind. which is normal. in hindsight, she could also remember her subtly flirting with you. also normal.)

and she's so happy that despite your shared bundle of traumas and saving-the-world problems you could find some respite in each other. she's also really happy that as sweetly as she treats you you also understand how fucking horny she is after ten years of absolutely no contact and then meeting someone who is just as crazy for her as she is for them.

which is how she got to the current moment, her nails digging into your hips as you straddle her hips and rock yourself into her, each subtle glaze of your clit against hers bringing a strangled moan out of her throat.

she's not above begging, especially to you, but everytime she finds the ability to speak without releasing sounds of ecstasy she loses it in seconds. everything she's feeling is too overwhelming in the bestways possible, your hand running through her hair, the other palming at her breasts and bringing out very new and very embarrassing squeaks out of her, your legs squeezed around her waist which just brings her attention and eyesight back to the brief view she can get of your pussy when you pull your hips back before bringing them forward again.

she must have been hyper focused on the space between your legs because your hand is bringing her head back up with a giggle, asking her where she went with a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, smiling when her eyes close and her lips fold like shes holding herself back, the exact opposite of what you want her to do.

"'m sorry. i just...fuck, soldier, you're killing me here." she gasps, bringing your hand to her chest to feel her newy tuned engine, the heat growing by the second as the blue flames flicker across her skin.

"gods, you really are burning up. we cant stop if you want-" you start to pull your hips off of hers when her claws dig in harder and simultaneously force you down while she thrusts up, loud moans leaving both of you that make you very glad you put a spell over the area inside her tent.

she keeps going, thrusting her cunt into yours while you struggle to keep up, wrappong your arms around her neck when she lies flat on her back and spreads both of your legs further apart, your shared wetness making the glide of your cunts so much easier and all the hotter.

"dont stop, please dont stop. i'll die if you do."

you take a few seconds to catch yourself when her noises take on a more whiny approach, little 'fuck fuck fuck-'s whispered into your ear as she bucks her hips like a madwoman. with a sadistic smile you adjust your body so your nipples can rub over hers the same time you bite into her neck and with a strangled cry she comes, continuing to buck her hips until you fall apart on top of her.

you can feel her breathing slowing down beneath you, the heat of her engine cooling down to a comfortable heat. you start to move your head up to give her a smile and check up before you feel her hips move again, the feeling of your clit being overstimulated nearly making you cry. when you do get to look ather she already has her eyes focused on you, heavy lidded as harsh breaths escape her mouth.

"its starting to look like you'll die if i dont."

"well, i always knew id go out with a bang..."

teehee

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #karlach #tav x karlach #karlach x reader #karlach smut #karlach x reader smut

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daddyricsdoll · 6 months

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Quiet ✭ George Russell

Summary: Maybe it was because you were proud, or maybe it was because he was yours. But you needed him, in more ways than one, starting in the car.

Warnings: Fingering and unprotected sex.

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: This is based off of this request. I made George a little less vanilla but that's all. I can't change all of him.

He intertwined our hands as we walked out of the paddock, people interrupting our silence, begging for a photo with the brit. When we finally got to the car, George opened the door for me while whispering the sweet pet name he has always used. He closed the door and strided around the car into the driver's seat, a long sigh leaving his mouth once the door closed.

“Well today was good wasn’t it darling?” George turns and faces me. “Yeah, I think so. You did great.” He leans over and gives me a peck on my lips, which leads my hands to either side of his face and I only deepen the kiss.

George’s hands go to my hips and try to pull my body closer, but the middle panel in the car stops his actions. It fails to make our lips part, until the realisation of our location sets in.

We both break away with heavy breaths and look around, to our luck no spectators stood around. “Let’s get out of here.”

George readjusts himself in seat, places both hands on the steering wheel and then starts driving us to somewhere more private. As we make our way further from the track George becomes less tense and rests his hand on my leg.

Fingers drawing little circles on my inner thigh, and very slowly making their way higher up my dress. I act oblivious to his actions and continue staring out of the window, every once a while glaring at his travelling hand.

The body of his fingers brush against my core and the light sensation against my clit make my back straighten and head snap to George. A smirk dancing on his face and the tips of his finger start caressing my panties before moving it to the side and running his middle finger through my drenched folds.

My breath hitched and I widened my thighs as far as my seat would let me. George’s eyes still stuck on the road, and the car silent except for the quiet radio until one of his slender fingers slides into me and a soft moan emits from my mouth.

George chuckles and starts pumping his finger into me more consistently and then seconds later he squeezes another finger in me.

I move my hips in sync with his fingers, and try to keep my face as neutral as I can for passing cars. But George had other plans as he started using his palm to rub against my clit and force my lips to part, little remnants of moans and whines left my mouth and George started thrusting harder, going knuckles deep and curling his fingers.

I start biting my finger, trying to stop myself from screaming out. “Oh come on darling, I want to hear you.” His words add another effect to me and I quickly remove my finger from my mouth finally letting my elated noises come out freely.

“Do you think you can handle another?” I nod my head eagerly and arch my back as a yes, then feel myself being stretched as his three fingers pound into me. Hushed curses leave his full lips and simultaneously the build up of my climax has nearly reached its peak.

The faint shifts of my hips adding friction to George perfectly striking my g spot. And just in those swift moments I cum with a whine and uncontrolled movements.

When I calm down from my high, I look out of the window and realise we sit in front of our hotel, but the bulge in George’s pants isn’t getting any smaller. I look up at the brunette and observe the way he wraps his lips around his long fingers and sucks them with the same precision he would use in the car.

A satisfied hum leaks from his mouth and it forces me to reach out to him, and try to heal his need. But George removes my hand and signals his head to the entrance of the hotel. “Let's go, we’ll have more freedom.”

We both trickle out of the car and make our way into the hotel, bee lining straight to our room. Once the door closed, George ushered me to the bed while he worked the buckle of his belt.

I slide my panties down my legs and leave them on the floor, as I go to lay on the bed. My dress still on, but pulled up to bunch against my breasts. I hear George’s light footsteps make their way closer to me and his calloused palms rests on the top of each of my thighs, spreading them wider.

After pulling my body a little closer to his, merely hanging off the bed, George slides his tip through my folds. Teasing my entrance and forcing me to writhe my body, weak whimpers leave my mouth and then in a slow and steady push George fills me up with his whole length.

His rosy lips part and eyelids clench together. As the brunette becomes more comfortable his thrusts become stronger. The feeling of his raw dick sliding through me, and stretching my walls impels me to clench my pussy.

Both my legs bent at the knee, one of them nearly resting next to my face. The new position gives George access even deeper into me, concomitantly he starts stroking my clit impacting the culmination of my second release of the day.

I watch the man in front of me, eyes heavy lidded, scarcely covering his sky blue irises. His thrusts start losing their sequence and his thumb starts carelessly swiping at my clit.

The stimulation becomes too much and the desire for him that courses through me, leaves as I release. A long wail departs my mouth and then a deep groan leaves George as well.

He mutters a quick “Fuck” as he finishes in me, a few more sloppy thrusts and noises that bring a smile to his perfect mouth before he finally pulls out. Resulting in me feeling empty as his presence leaves for moments before he saunters back to me and starts wiping at my core.

The place he had just filled, and satisfied. The fabric of the cloth he uses to clean me adds a sense of pleasure to my calm. But I don’t take any action to it and instead thank George, for… everything.

He fills my inner thighs with delicate kisses and then joins me on the bed. His tousled hair splayed on the pillow beside me and his arm rests on my waist, I breathe out full of peace and a smile of content settles on my face.

My love, mine all mine.

#george russell #f1 smut #f1 #f1 x reader #george russell imagine #george russell x reader #george russell smut #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

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pandoraslxna · 2 months

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Lo‘ak x female omatikaya reader x Spider

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: explicit smut, cuckolding, oral, masturbation, edge play, teasing, friends with benefits

Its Lo‘ak who suggests it, because of course it is.

His eyes send a shiver down your spine that isn’t the same you get when you’re alone with him. Because that hot mouth that nibbles lightly along your pulse point isn’t his. But the eyes that are staring at you from the seat across the bed are.

Lo‘aks grin is dangerous and he licks his lips as he watches his best friends hand run along your body, the other holding an almost vice-like grip on your thigh to keep you spread. The shiver runs like cool water, and you want so badly to be able to cant your hips up against the stimulation, to let go and just come.

But there's an obvious dynamic here.

Spider is allowed to give; give as much as he wants, as much as he physically can. And while you’re allowed to take, take everything he has to offer to satisfy your curiosity in the human man, you’re not allowed to come unless it’s on Lo‘aks command.

The hand on your thigh moves under your ass and over towards your cunt and Lo‘ak chuckles at your squeak when Spider slides three fingers in slowly, letting you feel the stretch.

"F-Fuck, oh fuck Spider, please!"

Spiders mouth makes an obscene popping noise as he pulls away from your throat and you know for sure that it‘ll bruise. "C’mon bro, you heard her", Spider laughs, glancing up at Lo‘ak to check for any sign of mercy. "Let the poor thing come, she’s so wet she’s making a mess on my sheets."

"Not a chance", he responds with a slow shake of his head. His fangs peek out from under his lip, pointy canine poking his bottom lip as he bites on it, completely lost in the sight of you. His cock is hard and heavy in his hand and he gives it a lazy tug, squeezing to tip until pre-cum beads at the slit.

Spider shrugs and with that, he sets back to work, his head now disappearing between your thighs.

He’s focusing more on your clit now. The suction makes your legs shake and the fingers inside you twist the pleasure towards what could be the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had.

Spiders moans vibrate against your clit, muffled words of praise over your delicious taste cause you to arch your back some more, forcing him to smudge his face harder against you.

His three fingertips hook upwards and you groan through gritted teeth, not trusting yourself with words. Of course, Lo‘ak notices.

"Don’t want to beg anymore, is that what it is, baby?" He laughs. "You begged so nice for him earlier. C‘mon, let me hear you. Maybe I’ll finally give you what you want."

You burn bright as he points out the obvious, flush spreading down your chest. "Just– Just fuck me, please. One of you, I don’t care, just please. I need to come so bad", you whine and squirm.

Spider chuckles. The thrusting of his fingers continues after a moment, harder, but still too slow.

"I always liked your little princess attitude." The blonde leans in to nip at your inner thigh. "God, I can’t wait to break you in." Then he glances over to Lo‘ak. "Can I?"

"Not yet, bro." His words make a shudder run down your spine and you groan in frustration.

"Lo’ak p-please, I- I can’t, I need to–" Your words are cut off by a moan when Spider closes his lips around you clit again and sucks, his fingers simultaneously thrusting in and out of your clenching hole.

"Shh, it’s okay", Lo’ak tells you, "You can hold it a little while longer, can’t you?" You frantically shake your head, hands clawing at Spiders dreads as you begin to grind your pussy against his face. "Thought you wanted to show Spider how good you can be, hm?"

"Yes, it’s- it’s just–" You struggle to find the right words, let alone concentrate enough to even know what you were trying to say, because the other man’s tongue swirls around your sensitive little nub and his thick digits nudge against that sponged spot deep inside you that makes you gasp a moan.

Lo‘ak gives a tight stroke to his cock, feeling it throb in his palm as he watches the scene unfold before him. He can tell that you’re close and no obedience in the world could keep you from coming on his best friends fingers if he didn’t intervene soon.

"Okay bro", he says and even though Spider rolls his eyes over the fact that he has to separate his lips from such a delicious meal, he doesn’t hesitate to lift his head back up, kissing your clit a final goodbye. "Why don’t you get on top and ride him, how’s that sound?" Lo‘ak then suggests you, making Spider grin as he leans back to eye your reaction. "If you can make yourself come, then I won’t hold you back."

You exhale a shaky breath and nod. Looking over your shoulders you meet Lo‘aks gaze, before it drops down to where his cock visibly pulsates in his hand. His balls are drawn tight, the tip a dark purple and you can’t help but swallow the salvia that pools in your mouth.

"Go ahead, baby", he tells you with a wink. "If you put on a nice show for me, I might even join you later."

#avatarmatingseason #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #atwow #Lo’ak #loak #atwow loak #loak sully #avatar loak #lo’ak x female reader #lo’ak x reader #loak x female reader #loak x female reader smut #spider x reader #spider x y/n #miles spider socorro #miles socorro #miles smut

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tokoyakii · 1 year

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Indulgence

Word Count | 692 Synopsis | sequal to Interrogation. reaping the rewards of your work. Tags | once again pure prawn

the squealing and whining would never get old to you. it was like your favorite song was on replay. played over the slight clapping of his skin against yours created by each desperate thrust. your grip on the soft silvery bangs hanging above you tightens as you arch your back moaning into the melody. the response you receive is a quiet, rasping plead,

“ may i cum,, please “ the question makes you grin and hum. you’re feeling generous today; you agree. your sweet little pet had been working so hard latesly. he seemed extra eager to please. maybe it’s because it’s coming upon a year since you saved him. now far more than just a hero to the previously regarded leader of villains, you serve more as a goddess really. you’re certain if you asked him to tomura would lick the ground you walk upon. not only this, he would enjoy it.

“ of course you can, puppy, you’re doing so good tonight. “ you coo in response, pushing back his bangs, smiling fondly at the hooded ruby gaze that greets you. yes, it’s been a year since you made the risky decision to trap and capture the leader of the league of villains, and in truth you never got any useful information from him. your interrogation tactics instead resulted in a far better outcome, in your opinion anyway. there hasn’t been much if any league action since. and you gained a precious little pet.

a soft gasp slips from you as you feel the warm substance leaking into you. moaning, you egg tomura on by wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your foreheads together as he continues to plow into you through his orgasm. once the trambling finally stops and it seems he’s just burning rubber you push up on him. he is defiant, clinging to you and still thrusting like an animal in heat. of course he still had some defiance in him, but perfection takes time. you push again, this time with more force. successfully you get him to pull back. albeit with a pout. you grunt and sit up,

“ floor. “ as you turn to sit on the edge of the bed tomura follows suit and crawls down onto the ground, staring up at you. behind the desire and carnal desperation sits a deep contempt in his eyes. you know a part of him hates every aspect of this. the lack of control, of power on his end. yet it’s simultaneously a wet dream. no responsibility, just pampering and pleasure. someday the tides may turn, but for now you enjoy your victory. spreading your legs you scoff, “ look at this mess you made. that tongue of yours better get to work cleaning it up, eh? ? “

raising your hand you move to set it on tomura’s head as he moves in and leans to lick a strip along your cunt. his nose wrinkles at the salty taste of his own cum coating you. it’s his own fault though. you shudder as his hands rest on your thighs. naturally, you’ve invested in some gloves to keep his quirk from wreaking havoc. still, you know what his hands are capable of. It’s daunting, yet incredibly thrilling. you once again moan softly as his tongue delves into you, slipping deeper and deeper with each enthusiastic thrust until he cannot possibly stretch it any further. you squirm a bit as he laps up his cum from inside you. occasionally pulling his head back to swirl or suck at your clit. overachiever; he knows pleasing you comes with its own rewards. this process continues, wet tongue pushing into your pussy to get a taste of you before teasing your clit again until it becomes too much. for a moment you tense, and then suddenly it feels like there's no tension at all as you spill onto tomura’s face. he promptly licks clean what he can and wipes the rest away. you exhale and lie back, running your fingers through his hair as you come down from the high. then you grin and sit up, leaning down to press your lips against his, “ your turn, puppy. come sit. “

#bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #yakatoriwriting #im so sorry i disappeared for like a year #its the depression for me

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chublemon · 3 months

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Slim carries you deeper into the mansion, away from prying eyes and curious ears. In one room lies a bed covered in satin sheets with rosebuds adorning each corner post. Candles cast dancing shadows across your forms as he places you onto the plush mattress. The demon smiles wickedly before placing his fingers under your jaw, tilting your head upwards, forcing eye contact with his glowing yellow eyes filled with hunger and desire. "Do not worry, my pretty little pet, for I shall take excellent care of you," he promises seductively.

As he removes your clothing piece by piece, revealing more skin than fabric, his hands run along your flesh like silk gloves gliding over velvet. Every touch leaves goosebumps trailing behind—a reaction that causes him to smile triumphantly. When you lay completely vulnerable before him, he traces patterns along your curves with kisses, leaving marks of ownership and possession everywhere.

He moves lower himself upon you, cradling your face tenderly as he whispers hot breath into your ear, "Now tell me what you dream of, my darling..." All the while, his fingers are exploring further southward, teasing the folds hiding beneath your skirt. His digits find moisture gathering there already, signifying arousal brewing inside you. He revels in knowing this fact and pushes further, spreading your legs apart without hesitation or permission granted.

"Is this what you desire?" he asks quietly, pushing himself deeper until reaching inner walls guarded by muscle. Your breath catches and he feels your heart race wildly beneath his palm pressing against your chest. Those darkened eyes look up at him with confusion mixed with lust as his finger reaches deeper still until finding its target – the one spot capable of igniting sparks within both of you simultaneously. A gasp escapes your lips, and Slim's grin widens further, knowing he has found your trigger point effortlessly. "Yes, I thought so," he growls huskily. "I'll show you pleasure beyond compare." His other hand pinches one nipple through the material of fabric covering it while another continues digging deeper inside you. Your climax nears rapidly, drawing nearer with each thrust of his fingers combined with increasing speed against sensitive areas hidden within your core. Pleasure spirals throughout your body like waves crashing against rocks during high tide, threatening to drag you under its current forevermore.

Your eyes flutter open slightly to see him smirking down at you devilishly, ready to claim every inch of yours as his own. You cannot resist any longer, giving into the sensations coursing through every vein, consuming you whole until there’s nothing left but pure ecstasy dancing across your features painted in sweat dripping down your forehead. Once satisfied, Slim withdraws his fingers only briefly before replacing them again, driving deeper than before while whispering reassuring words meant solely for your ears alone: “Shh… relax…let me take control…” For once surrendering all control isn’t considered weakness but rather empowerment because now there is safety among these sheets shared between two souls bound together eternally by fate itself… or perhaps even destiny calling forth their union once more time after time until infinity becomes reality itself manifesting right before their very eyes…..

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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KINKTOBER DAY 11 - BREEDING + SHOTO TODOROKI

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

WC: 833

TW: breeding, overstimulation, soft dom shoto, husband!shoto, cockwarming, multiple orgasms (m)

Shoto always looks so pretty when he cums. This is the third night in a row you’re doing this, straddling his dick, letting him fill you to the brim with cum.

You’re ovulating, Shoto tracked it. Ever since you both decided that you wanted to get pregnant, he’s been following your cycle, waiting until you’re in the perfect condition to breed. It was almost obsessive, the way he’d lay his hand over your tummy and tell you he’s gonna put a baby in it, warm and firm against your skin.

You gasp over him when you feel him cum, a heavy load stuffed into your cunt. His eyebrows pull upwards, hands firm on your hips as he holds your squirming figure down on his cock. Shoto’s so pretty, hair falling in front of his face and a deep and low groan emanating from somewhere in his chest. You can feel his orgasm run through his body, the way his grip grows tight on your hips and how he angles his chin towards the ceiling.

You can see the way his face flushes as he cums, spreading across his cheeks and up across his chest simultaneously. It’s almost enough to make you cum again, but you’re spent, nearly collapsing on top of him before he speaks.

“Turn over. Don’t let me fall out.” Shoto says, though you’re not sure how he could with his size.

He’s not very chatty in bed. Your husband has always been the quiet type, sexy groans and whines rather than filthy vocal words. Though you can recall one night after a bottle or two of wine when he got incredibly chatty.

You oblige him with a nod, wrapping your arms around his back as he stays seated inside of you. His weight is heavy between your legs while you lay on your back, pelvis aching from the way you’ve been spread open for him all night.

Shoto fucks his cock into you deeply from there, overstimulating himself. He’s quiet, completely lost in your cunt and his breath shakes with each of his movements, eyes focused on yours. Shoto’s hair falls in front of his face and he leans down to kiss you with a shaky grunt, careful with each thrust to not let any of his cum spill from you.

“We need to get it deep.” He says, voice strained. “Need to make sure it stays.”

“S’gonna stay, Sho.” You mumble, eyes darting between you both. “Gonna get pregnant n’ have your baby.”

He groans, hips stuttering like he’ll cum again.

“Yeah? You’re going to be so pretty full of my babies.” Shoto says it matter of factly, like he’s certain that you’ll be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen carrying his kids. “Gonna mother my kids.”

Something about it rolls off his tongue so nicely and you clench down around him once again with a slight whimper. Shoto gives you an exasperated laugh, eyebrows pinched together as how overstimulated he is, still fucking his cum back into you.

He’s so deep in you, both his cum and his cock. You’re gasping as you pull at the skin on his back with the pads of your fingers. He’s breathing heavily into your mouth and it’s all hands and fingers from you as he struggles to hold his weight up on his haunches, part of him just wanting to lay down on you entirely and trap him under him so you couldn’t run from it if you tried.

You’re both delirious, this slow pace somehow too much. He wants to get you pregnant now. On your first cycle trying. He knows he will. Shoto knows that it’s going to work because with how deep he’s fucking his cum into you, how could it not?

Shoto’s pace picks up a bit again and he’s groaning again, his unstable breathing becoming a quiet melody of moans and whimpers.

“Gonna give you another one, okay?” He breathes, hips moving back and forth so steadily that you might lose your mind.

He can feel himself kissing your cervix in this position, cock finding its way right to where it needs to be, ready to fill you up again. It’s twitching and throbbing, filling you up perfectly. And Shoto crumbles again, thrusts growing sloppy until he’s slowed completely, his body still while he keeps you plugged up.

Shoto rolls over so you’re both on your sides, legs tangled together and his softening cock still in you. Finally, he removes himself from you, sitting up on the bed and rubbing circles into your tummy. He’s gentle, careful not to apply pressure because he doesn’t want it to spill out. He uses the back of his cool palm to calm you, rubs circles into your nippls and brings you down gently.

“Mm, yeah.” He hums softly to himself, giving you a soft but cocky smile. “I definitely got you pregnant. Right here.” He places his hand over your lower stomach. “You’re carrying my kid here now.”

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xianoii · 2 years

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︶꒦꒷♡ . . . DILUC RAGNVINDR 𓂃 DOMINO . ·˚ ༘

( DRABBLE ) 𓂃 a lil somethin’.

゛꒦꒷♡⃕ ࣪ WARNINGS ༝ fem!reader ⸝⸝ finger suckin’ ⸝⸝ dom!diluc ⸝⸝ praise ⸝⸝ lots of spit & kissin’ ⸝⸝ fingering ⸝⸝ minors do not interact.

゛꒦꒷♡⃕ ࣪ NOTICE ༝ ts is v rushed i’m sorry T_T

“SUCK,” DILUC’S VOICE is hard, stern. his fingers slip between your lips, the coarse pads pressing onto your tongue. his crimson eyes burn a rampant blaze - boring into your face as he waits for your compliance. he knows with the bass in his voice that you’ll obediently follow his word— and you do, wrapping your pretty, shiny lips around his digits. the taste of you is faint on his skin - yet prominent, swirls of your tongue licking up the residue of your slick. you keep your eyes trained on him, wide and doe-like to remain your sweet aura as you slobber messily over his fingers. diluc looks displeased, his face almost contorted in disgust at your desperation against his digits. your thighs clench and your hips rock slightly against nothing as you wait, boredom coming over you as the appeal dissipates. he keeps you there until he feels the laziness come through your technique, an ache in your jaw making its appearance. to you, this seems like it has no rhyme or reason. that diluc is being harsh with you just because he can. but to him - diluc finds you as the subject for his anger to be released upon, thus this cycle being thrown unto you with no explanation.

if you could take him - envelope him in your warmth, perhaps he'd calm down and forget whatever trivial matters upset him in the first place. he places trust in you. a trust that forms this wordless bond, his body sending you tells that his mouth doesn't bother to. his fingers, slicked in your saliva, slip from your mouth, your legs already widening for him to slide his hand beneath your nightdress, snaking its way back down to your cunt. he leans forward, his neck craning to angle his lips to yours. his other hand finds itself running up your neck, grabbing the shaft of your throat. as soon as his fingers dance their way to your hole, his lips press onto yours - simultaneously engulfing you into him.

his kiss is hard against your lips, but his lips move tenderly, allowing you to flow into his rhythm. his wrist flicks as he angles to properly thrust his fingers into your cunt, your walls contracting around him as he does so. your moans are sweet, vibrating against his tongue as he pushes the muscle through, forcing your mouth to accommodate him. your hips are rutting into his hand, your body falling limp at his touch. it's not long until he lays you on your back, your legs spreading wider as he kneels over you - not once pulling away from you. he's able to skillfully hit your sweet spot with the rough pads of his fingers, your kisses turning sloppy at the hand of your uncontrollable moans.

it's getting hot. sweat begins to form on your skin, the heat building beneath the surface as your high approaches. his fingers never falter, continuing the perfect rhythm that has you a mess. gushing and leaking arousal all over his hand, diluc smirks against your lips, his tongue swiftly brushing over your bottom lip. “cum for me..” he kisses further down, a trail ghosting over your jawline. “be my fucking good girl... make a mess on my fingers,”

you're moaning out, your legs widening as you grab onto his neck wrapping your limbs around his build. his thumb runs to your clit, nudging the bud before circling around it. he toys on your sensitivity, sending static through your blood flow at his ministrations. spit paints your skin as he licks over, teasing you most delicately. you aren't sure what's gotten into him, but you aren't exactly complaining. your legs lift off the bed as your high approaches, your toes curling, and your voice straining as you call his name. “di..diluc! ngh- fuck, fuck! cumming—! ‘m cumming!” he hums as you come undone on his digits, his face rubbing against your skin as he soothes you down from the clouds. “yeah... so good f’me..”

“that's my girl... my pretty baby is so good, isn't she?” you nod hazily as you fall from your high. his fingers still continue to rotate in you, rubbing against your sticky walls. “yeah? want more?” his fingers pull from your cunt as he utters the words, your cum glistening against the light that reflects off the shine. your hands pull your nightgown up higher, your legs spreading as you give him the first-class view of your messy pussy. “wan’ more, ‘luc...” you ask, and you shall receive.

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fsrintaro · 2 years

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𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌 - 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

## warnings. fem!reader, mating press, creampie, pussy job, titty suckin (thank u geto), overstim-ish, cervix kissing, praising!! because soft dom! geto

## a/n. for @myeternalyearning and many others who are in need of geto </3

NSFW CONTENT — DO NOT READ UNDER THE CUT IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW CONTENT

NSFW CONTENT — 18+ ONLY

you couldn’t breathe — was it because of his weight pinning you down while his wiry arms pushed your knees to your chest as he slams his hips against yours? or was it because you could feel yourself stretch at the girth of his cock stretching through your lips to ram mercilessly at your cervix?

to geto, the feeling of his throbbing tip gliding through your wet folds and through your tight hole was immaculate. he has you folded, helpless under his mercy. pride swelled in geto’s chest as he watched how your slick folds parted to take him in as his tip pushed through your tight entrance, just like the good girl you promised to be.

“aww, is my fat cock too big for you?” geto cooed, his hand moving from your knee to wipe at your tears. he leaned forward to console you with a kiss, “it’s okay, baby girl. i’ll make you feel so so good.”

you choked out a sob at his promise, hips singing in pain at the stretch geto forced you into. no matter how many times he had insisted that you can take his fat cock well in your pussy, you would claw at his bare back as you whine, “s-s-suguru, ah-fuck…too mu-much.”

geto only responded with a grunt. he was drowning far too deep in the sensation of his sensitive tip caressing the velvet walls of your cunt. but it was not enough. hooking your legs over his shoulders, he leaned over you, the new angle elevating your hips above the ground. immediately, you screamed as he lets his cock sink into your cunt once again, the thickness of his cock forcing its way through your tight hole to fill you once again to the brim. the thick veins of lining his length that was caressing your warm walls of your cunt made you shiver, your mouth falling open in an empty gasp.

“fuuuck! suguru! it fe-feels…so…sho go-good.”

your wails came out in a slur, words mixing with your moans. you shakily outstretched your arms to grab geto’s face, pulling him closer to you to seal his lips with yours. lewd slurps filled the room along with the wet slaps of skin against skin, your tongues clashing in a flurry of lust while you chased for each other’s release.

“i know, sweetheart. and fuuuck, i love this pussy so fucking much.”

slap. slap. slap.

the two of you were panting as the two of you rocked your hips against one another to reach deeper. as geto increased his pace, you whimpered at the sticky feeling of his big balls slapping against your ass, all because your juices were running down his cock.

god, geto just wished he could hold on a little longer — just so he could remember every single detail from the way your pussy pulsates at every stimulation to your sensitive clit to the way your breasts bounces as your bodies rocked in tandem.

“fuuuck Y/N, this pretty little pussy is made. for. me.” geto hissed as hips instinctivrly thrusted forward, cock nestling deep into your cunt at each word. geto was not lying though, your pussy is a perfect mould for his cock. he made sure that no one else could feel the tightness of your cunt because it is made for him, and only him.

his hand sneaked downwards to your folds and started rubbing rough circles on your throbbing clit. you tried to stop him because it really was too much. at the stimulation, your walls started squeezing his cock when you feel the familiar ache and flutter in your lower abdomen. you whimper as your grip on geto’s wrist tightens.

“your cock…cock…feels so good…‘m c-close!” you whined loudly, arching your back even more when geto increased the speed at which he is abusing your cervix while simultaneously rubbing erratically at your clit. sweat runs down his body as he moans, feeling your cunt squeeze and flutter around his cock.

“give it to me, my love. cum all over my cock for me,” geto panted, voice straining against his throat as his starts to abdominal muscles tighten, signalling his approaching orgasm.

you arched your back as you screamed his name, digging crescents into his shoulder blade while you came long and hard around his throbbing cock. slowing his pace, geto grips your hips as he slowly rides his release out. he pulls your hips close to his one last time to release every last bit of his seed deep into your cunt. if he wants you to remember that you are his, he will paint you inside and out with his cum.

geto groaned your name just as hot ropes of his cum spilling in your pussy, his mouth parting in a gasp as he felt your pussy fluttered against his. inwardly, he smirked, this pussy is still sucking me in, huh?

a low moan escaped your lips as geto slowly removed his cock, his seed slowly dribbling out of your small hole. geto gripped his cock and dragged his softening tip along your folds to smear it white with his cum. he smiled to himself when he saw your ruined hole wink at him at its emptiness, you needed him to fill you up again so bad, huh?

your entire body collapsed onto the bed, clearly spent from the intense fucking you’ve endured. geto soon followed , laying his body on top of yours, his face resting between your tits. he was insatiable, it seemed like what he did was nothing when he palms at your tits again, tilting his head to take a nipple into his mouth to suck languidly.

instinctively, your back arched, pushing your tits closer to his face when his tongue darts out to flick and circle at your nipple. loud sucking noises accompany your pleasured moans. geto’s warm tongue felt so hot on your tits, his skilled fingers twisting and rubbing your sensitive nipples.

“you did good for me, my good baby girl,” he whispered, speech muffled as he sucked on your nipple. and still so responsive. geto’s other hand sneaks up to palm at the other, tweaking it lightly which elicited a jerk of your body.

you could only whine in response as you were far too spent from geto having his way with you earlier. your fingers weaved through his locks, letting him satisfy himself with your body. after all, geto never fails to show you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are to him as he presses kisses all over you.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Hotel room sex with Seb...

Pairing | Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings | in the title, smut, naked Seb, blowjob, unprotected sex, mouth spitting, degradation

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Nothing more than a towel draped down from his waist as he entered the hotel room, from the conjoined bathroom, sashaying his hips as he walked towards the window, taking a glance out from behind the curtains, before turning around, and dropping the material, watching as your eyes widened.

You were sat on the bed, tying your shoes, or at least you had been, until he had decided to expose his nude body to your busy eyes. “Babe, I have to meet with Emily before our interview.” You spoke, in a whined pitch, as though you were debating just meeting with her at the placement of your work duties.

“Then you better take your clothes off quick, because I plan on fucking you before that stupid interview.” At his words, you rolled your eyes, kicking his shins lightly with your feet as you sent him an unimpressed raise of your eyebrow.

“These sandals took forever to lace up.” Was your prompt back, earning an annoyed yet simultaneously amused huff from the actor, who was portraying anything but concealed frustration. He gripped your legs, standing between where you were sat, his cock close and averted towards your face.

“Keep them on then.” The man sighed, gently stroking your cheek, slowly and subtly brushing your face closer to his erection. With one last glance up at him, you leant yourself closer to his hard and uplifted cock, pressing a sweet kiss upon the length of the shaft, before grasping his hardness, giving a couple pumps along his uncut length, before bringing the head towards your lips.

You licked the tip, digging your tongue into his slit, before engulfing over half his length, hardly struggling, for you had gotten used to doing so over the while the two of you had been together. From the taste of him, you hummed, one of your hands trailing down to fondle his large balls in your left hand, swiping your thumb down the seam of the heavy pair.

For a moment, you pulled off of him, your hand swirling around his length, using his precum as lubricant to ease your stroking of him, as you nuzzled your nose against his base, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“This isn’t fair. I might be late to my interview all because you can’t keep it in your pants.” You spoke, pressing a wet kiss to the small brunette curls upon his pubic bone, contently pouting your lips to practically make him weak in the knees. And it was working, as he had to readjust his feet to stay standing straight.

“You can never say ‘no’ to my cock, can you my little cockslut?” Seb taunted, pulling down the straps of your figure grasping dress, and the front, so that your tits spilled out of the front. “Such a hungry little whore for my cock, aren’t ya?”

“You have such a pretty cock, that why.” You lightly laughed as he toyed with your peaked buds, dragging him back towards your mouth, licking lines up his length, before taking him in your mouth once more. His hand weaving its route through the hairs transcending out of your scalp, pushing you down further until you had taken him completely all the way in the confines of your mouth.

Sebastian frowned, feeling how you engulfed him so perfectly, he wasn’t too big for you nor too small; he was the perfect size. “Look so pretty with those lips wrapped around my cock, don’t you draga?” You briskly attempted to nod your head, but with your attachment to his cock, you couldn’t completely do the notion.

Although he wanted to savour the warmth and wetness that being in your mouth provided him with, he slowly stepped back, watching with heavy lids as his cock fell from your mouth, the end tapping your chin as a string of your own spit was linked to it.

A whine pivoted from your chest, wanting him to fill your mouth again, but instead, he pushed you down so that you were laid horizontally across the bed, pushing your thighs up to your uncovered chest so that he had easier access to the treasure that laid between the parting of your legs.

“Seb...” you breathed, earning a gentle and playful swat to the side of your exposed breast. “Please do something, I don’t have time for your stupid ga-“ your words were cut off with a needy mewl as he removed your panties, tossing them to the floor, as he straddled you.

His chest was against your legs, and for a moment, you thought that he was positioning himself to enter you, but instead he delved a couple fingers inside your heat, pressing deeply through your contracting walls, as his face came up to monitor his lips against your own.

The second he pulled his lips away, you opened your mouth, prepared to complain for his constant teasing, but rather than evoking any vocabulary, Sebastian kept you silent by pooling a string of his own spit into your mouth, lightly smirking as you instantly swallowed, holding your tongue out for more.

His wrist moved quicker as he nipped at your tongue, only to retract his teeth, and infiltrate your mouth with his own tongue, rolling it around yours, as his thumb of his working hand circled around your clit. “Baby, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me y/n/n, then I’ll shove my cock in this, pretty, little, cunt, of, yours.” After each syllable, he used hard motions to aid his speech, pushing the tips of his fingers in harder within you, curling his upper knuckles as he glanced down, feeling how your pussy clung to him.

With his thumb, he pressed harshly down upon your clit, feeling your folds wither around him, your juices flowing out of your tight entrance, and seeping out into his fingers. He wriggled his knuckles a moment more, allowing you ride out your orgasm, before extracting them.

Seb put them in his fingers, lightly humming at the flavour of your slick, before reachingg down and grasping the length of his cock, tapping it a couple times on your clit, before sinking into you, bottoming out and rutting his hips against your own.

"Baby." He huffed against your ear, nuzzling your lobe, as his eyes clenched shut, his crows feet becoming more prominent as he suffered through pleasure and pain, from you dragging your human claws down your back, paving indented and red lines down the canvas.

"Feel so good Seb." You moaned, breathing heavily as he kissed across you cheek, moving onto your lips as you bucked your hips up, one of your hands grasping his waist, helping him make his moments more fluid inside of you.

"Yeah, like your tight cunt being pounded into? Like me stretching out?" Although he was trying to remain dominant, his exterior faltered, as his eyelashes fluttered, feeling such obscene pleasure.

In response, you hummed, biting your lip as you felt Sebastian fill you up with his seed after groaning, continuing to move his hips, so that you could hit your high. He felt oversensitive as he continued to make small thrusts into you, whimpering lightly as he pressed pecks upon your chin.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled out, his cum beginning to slowly fall from your folds, as he laid beside you, his feet hanging over the edge of the bed, as he stared up at the ceiling, trying to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

Though, he frowned as you moved away, pulling your dress to cover your breasts, and headed towards the dresser, pulling out a clean pair of panties. You stared into the mirror above, trying to quickly fix your make up with your hands, as you brushed over your hair once more.

"can't you say baby?" He whined from the bed, sitting up as you saw his cock begin to stir again. Sebastian bit his lip, hoping it would pull you in to his trap once more. His hand dragged down, gripping his cock as he watched you appear conflicted against his approaches. "You know you want to."

"I don't want to get a call from Feige for not showing up, get ready for your interview with Anthony, and then when I get back..." You sent him a wink, cluthing up your bag as you blew him a kiss, watching the disappointed, puppy look glaze over his pouting face.

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luvrlane · 3 years

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problems in the middle of the night | lhs, s

pairing. dom!bf!heeseung x fem!reader

warning/includes. GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, daddy kink, (slight) bulge kink, (slight) corruption kink, oral fixation, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), nasty piece of work. but there's a little bit of fluff in it if you squint lol. DO NOT engage in any way if you're a minor.

disclaimer. THIS IS ONLY A WORK OF FICTION.

heeseung wakes up with a breathy moan. his heart raced as did the tent in his pants. great, he's fucking hard.

he glanced over the nightstand beside his bed, clock showing it's 01:51 a.m, and if that isn't the worst thing, it's the fact that he had you in his erotic dreams and now he's hard. you, on the other hand, appeared to be sleeping peacefully beside him, blissfully ignorant to the problem he's currently having.

now what the fuck is he supposed to do? he couldn't go back to sleep nor abandon his hard on even if his life depended on it. he needs to do something about it and he'd admit, he was growing needy. a little help would suffice.

so he started out with his asking for help by kissing your shoulder blades. feeling up your sides, his lips moved to the length of your neck, leaving wet kisses all over his trace. the action made you stir in your sleep. you were a light sleeper, any small disruption is enough to wake you up.

heeseung's lips ghosted on the shell of your ears, pressing a gentle kiss before he called out to you ever so lovingly, "baby. baby," his voice was as gentle as his touch, coaxing you from your deep slumber. "baby, we've got a problem." he cooes, hands now reaching the valley of your breasts, giving one of them a light squeeze.

now you're awake. "heeseung, what is it?" drowsiness was laced in your tone. you fought hard to crack your eyes open. instead of giving you a verbal answer, he opted to pressing his dick onto your hips instead, guiding one of your hands to craddle the tent.

"i'm sorry, baby. i didn't want to wake you." the tip of his pointy nose was tickling your neck now, as he moved down from your ear back to your neck, pressing down light kisses on the expanse.

"but it couldn't be helped." though sleepiness was very much still clouding over you, you knew what he was asking you to tend to.

the amount of love you have for this man is insane.

if being needy wasn't enough, now impatience creeps up on him too. he couldn't wait to get his hands all over you. inside you. but he needed you to give him consent. "can i, baby?" heeseung asked, a little breathy.

a small smile made its way to your face. the limb that sat on his dick reached around until it transitioned to his hair instead. fluffy, fluffy hair, resembling a cloud. you gave it a light ruffle. heeseung naturally leaned more into your touch, loving the way your fingers feel on him. on normal days he's an absolute sucker for your pretty little fingers. he still do, even now, but there's a more preferred place he'd rather have your fingers on. so he asked again, "hm, baby? give me an answer, sweetheart. i need to have you. i want to fuck you nice and slow. right now, baby. i need you right now."

fuck. he was basically pleading. but he couldn't fucking careless. it's weird, you thought. even in this mood, heeseung was able to set butterflies in your stomach. you gave him a small nod, before you decided. "go ahead, daddy."

go ahead, daddy.

daddy.

he's fucked.

heeseung wasted no more second after you gave him an okay. you were already lying halfway on your stomach since before he woke you up, so he climbed over you, nudging your legs apart. your nightgown was riding on your ass now that he's had you spread out prettily for him. he pushed up a leg, and your heart started to drum.

lee heeseung will never not get your heart skipping a beat. even now, even when he's about to prep you, even when he's casting your nightgown to god knows somewhere in the bedroom. you never once uttered a complaint through it all. you let him get his way with you. not because he owns you. but because all the trust and devotion accumulated over the years you spent with him had proven its worthwhile.

so when heeseung spread your dry folds with his fingers, you whimpered. you have just woken up, after all. heeseung played with the nub, fingers never really entering inside you. "daddy.." you moaned out. the waves of pleasure is starting to arrive on the scene. heeseung had his face close to your cunt now, giving the plump lips a light peck, while a finger slowly eased in.

he intended to make you wet first, before anything. and his method so far is successful. a wet muscle licked stripes on your folds, it had you moaning a little louder this time. simultaneously, his one finger pumped in and out of you, while he's licking and sucking your bud.

and now, you're fucked.

your arousal started pooling around your pussy, due to his diligent fixation. heeseung eased a second finger, smearing the wetness around the lips of your cunt. "fuck, daddy. f-feels so good." fuck, fuck, fuck. it felt so, so, soo fucking good. honestly, fuck lee heeseung and his crazy oral fixation.

heeseung hummed a response. he sucked on your folds, with some of your juice sucked in too. his cock is even harder now. lord, you are the death of him.

then something pooled in your stomach. cum, you were going to cum. solely because of his fingers and tongue alone.

heeseung must've sensed this, the way your walls tightened around his three fingers now, as he had added another one just a little while ago. he raised his head, your juice daubed on his chin. "cum, sweetheart. cum on my fingers. then after this cum on my cock. over and over and over again." his words only heightened the feeling inside of you. your face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows knitted together as you bite down your pillow. your legs moved around hastily, you were unable to hold your cum no longer.

heeseung brought his face onto your pussy again. all it took was a lick over your folds, along with the nonstop draws of his thick, long fingers, and then you cummed. heeseung didn't stop his administration. instead, he slowed it down, helping you ride your orgasm. he smiled as he felt your walls are now much softer, more relaxed, ready to take him in.

heeseung withdrew his fingers out of you only to suck on them himself. tasting your cum, which he claimed as the sweetest ever. aside from your lips, that is. "good job, baby." he complimented you, and even with your face flushed out, he managed to get you blushing.

he rose up from his stance, blanket pooling on his legs, and he discarded his boxer, pulling out his god damn well endowed of a cock to give it a few slow stroke. you watched over your shoulder, pussy still spasming from the head he'd just given you. "gonna fuck you now, baby."

he didn't have to say that. if possible, your heart thrummed even harder than before.

with that, heeseung guided his hands onto your hips, pulling your ass back by a bit and raising them in the position he'd dreamt to take you tonight.

the clock is now 02:22 a.m.

he was showing no sign of stopping soon. in fact, lee heeseung had just gotten started.

your cheeks were smushed in the pillow now, given the position. "remember your safe words, baby?"

you gave him a confirming nod.

from there, heeseung pushed his fat cock into your hot, velvety walls. the two of you moaned in unison. the stretch was bearable, remember how he had prepped you with his three equally thick fingers. but it still stings. he was bigger than average, and longer too. god, you fucking love your boyfriend.

"look at it, baby. look how your pretty little hole is accomodating my cock. holy fuck. you're so hot." at this point, heeseung was a goner. "too big, yeah, baby?" though you couldn't see clearly, you could picture his stupid grin.

"too- too big.. but so good.." heeseung loved compliments. especially if it comes from you. especially if it's about him. especially if it's about how he's fucking you so damn sweet. honestly, fuck lee heeseung and his big, fat dick.

heeseung hasn't even entered himself all in. yet you feel so incredibly full already. you swear, you could feel him in your stomach.

he gave you few experimental thrusts at first, to make it easier for him to slide the remaining of his girth home. your moans took a higher pitch. "ah, ah, ah!" and lee heeseung fucking had the nerve to laugh.

your ass is hanging midair, and his dick is moving in and out of you. could this night get even better?

"breathe in and out, sugar. i'm going to bottoms up." you loved the way he's always, always giving you a heads up in whatever he's about to pull next. so you did as you were told, breathing in and out.

your toes curl when you feel heeseung pushing his hips tantalizingly slow into you, feeling every delicious stretch of his length, the veins protuding your walls. you couldn't close your mouth. you're all too fucked out now, and he hasn't even began fucking you properly.

"there we go. that wasn't so hard, was it? that's my girl."

that's my girl.

you're absolutely wrecked.

you were drooling. lee heeseung's dick had you drooling. whimpers were let out from you. you could feel every inch of him and he's filling you up so well.

then he rocked his hips. "daddy!" you yelped, out of both surprise and pleasure. "fuck, fuck! daddy!" the pool of blanket around his legs and yours began to follow his movement. he angled his hips a little higher as his arm rests on your the small back of your waist, pushing your ass down by a bit, and then he pistons inside you. you fucking screamed. "ahhh, daddy!"

"sweetheart. baby. sugar." heeseung groaned out. "your pussy. mine. mine." he punctuated his words with a set of hard thrusts. "only mine." he had you crying for real now. from the position the two of you took, the tip of his dick was abusing your sweet spot continuously. have you ever been fucked so good that you cried from pleasure?

"you. all of you. the whole of you." he declared. his dick is in your stomach now. you're sure of it. when he pulled out his cock, leaving the tip kissing your folds, he muttered, "you're only mine. all mine." and then he dived right back into you.

"yes! yes—ah! ah! y-yours!" you had to drag out the "o" and your hands are balling the sheets. "daddy!" he loved it. he loved hearing you scream. he loved fucking you good. he loved loving you. "and i'm only yours, sweetheart." he whispered, though midway through his sentence, he choked and grunted in pleasure. "until the end of time."

you couldn't contain your moans. not when your boyfriend's thick cock has made a home for itself in your pussy.

"so—good!" look at you. you failed to find it in you to form coherent sentence.

his pace had gotten quicker. he had picked them up, and your folds made a squelching sound from the collective arousal of you and your boyfriend. "uh, uh!" you attempted to wipe the tears from your face, but heeseung had interlocked his fingers with yours before you could even reach your eyes. his other hand was hoisting your hips up in an angle that presses down that exact bundle of nerves in you. your thighs began to shake.

"a mess. you're a me—ss." he stuttered in between his words. it only go so far to prove that this rutting is affecting him too. very intensely.

you let go of his fingers to reach around your back, placing your hand on his pelvis. "y—yellow.." you muttered out.

yellow. a change of position. he smiled and slowed his tempo down.

heeseung had set your bums down, with his dick very much still in you. then, he turned you around so carefully, until your eyes are meeting his. your hair has gotten all over your face, but he didn't mind. he took one leg over his shoulder, and bent down to press a quick kiss on your lips, your inner thighs burning at the action.

now, you're all in his view. your face. your perky, round mounds. chest rising up and down. the curve of your sides. your slick, wet core. still attached to his dick. if you glance down, you could see the wide stretch. luckily for heeseung, he didn't need to glance down, for it's all before him already.

heeseung left a peck on your leg, dangling over his shoulder. he took one of your arms, giving your knuckles a peck, too. and then his hips stirred. "..!" you weren't alarmed. "oh!"

your eyes almost screwed shut due to how deep he's hitting inside of you. the expression you had on was dumb, and there's only one person to blame: fucking lee heeseung. he abandoned his hold on your legs and fingers, his hands now clamming your sides, pressing you down on him.

"fuck, baby. look." following his order, your eyes trailed to where he's looking. your stomach. you could feel his dick moving. no, you could see his dick moving. that seem to drove him even further south. "fucking hell, sweetheart. your cunt is too tiny, the way it stretched at my width. and now i'm reaching your stomach. you're driving me crazy."

as if he wasn't driving you crazy too. you arched your back at his comments and his thrusts, chants of his name falling out of your lips. "da—ddy! ah, ah!" you dragged out the "a", your eyes rolling back. "slow—down!" heeseung's forehead creased, pounding into you like a mad man quelching his thirst, he was unavailable to comply to your request. your commands only made him set his pace quicker.

you're going to cum. heeseung is moving way too rapid, every drag of his cock are designated into assaulting your sweet spot. if you were drooling on your pillow before, now you're drooling in your face.

"eugh! da—ddy," your throat was hoarse from screaming. he could feel the way your walls closed on him. it made him choke, struggling to keep up with his own pace.

"yes, baby? what is it that you need?" the leg on his shoulder is shaking, and you're bucking your hips wildly.

"c—cum.. i need to cum.."

"then cum, baby. all over my cock." was all it took for you to spasm all around his length, coating them with your fluids. heeseung leaned down to leave kisses on your neck while you were chasing your high, muttering praises that were lost in the hazy feeling you were having from pleasure. "that's my girl. good job, baby."

heeseung's hips faltered into a series of slow thrusts. he lied about fucking you nice and slow. none of this was nice nor slow. it was intoxacting, all consuming.

you were in and out of consciousness when heeseung tapped your waist. "stay with me, sweetheart. we're not done yet."

the clock is now 03:49 a.m. on most days, heeseung is a man of words. he keeps his promises and says things from the bottom of his heart. but once in awhile, in cases like tonight, he felt like having a cheat day.

#enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #lee heeseung smut #enhypen smut

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sparkle-hwa · 3 years

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spoiled

summary: a fun night in with your two boyfriends.

pairing: poly relationship: dom!hongjoong x dom!seonghwa x sub!female reader

genre: smut

TW: none (but please let me know if I need to add any)

CW: dom/sub, name calling, degradation, unprotected sex

Word count: 2,153

You sat on the couch between your two boyfriends, watching the TV with them, but only paying half attention. Hongjoong had his left hand on your leg and Seonghwa’s arm was around your shoulders. You loved being spoiled by them and movie night was the best way to get that. They came over, made sure you were comfy, made you good snacks, and always let you pick the movie. After a long week of work, this is all you needed, aside from what you knew was coming later.

Hongjoong’s hand began to trace circles on your leg. You sighed and shimmied down closer into his chest, resting your head in the little space between his arm and his chest.

“You look mighty cozy down there, sweetie,” Seonghwa mused, taking his hand from around you and using it to stroke your cheek.

“Thanks, I am,” replied Hongjoong with a giggle. Seonghwa reached up and stroked his cheek as well and gave him the same sweet smile.

You loved how caring they were to each other; it made your heart flutter seeing them being so sweet to one another. Being in your polyamourous relationship was the best thing to happen to you in a long time. Not just being spoiled by having two sweet guys dote over you, but being able to see them in a different light then just with the other group members was refreshing. With all the work that had to be done, especially with their comeback approaching quickly, both of the oldest boys had to be mature and help the others to focus so that everything could get done on time. It was nice to be able to give them a space where they could relax and be cute and goofy.

You closed your eyes in contentedness. Suddenly, you felt the brush of lips and the tickle of breath on your neck. Seonghwa kissed you gently, eliciting a gentle moan from you as you arched your back and leaned your neck back. Hongjoong took this opportunity to take over the other side of your neck. Soon, goosebumps raised all over your body as the boys made tiny, purple marks down your neck. It was Hongjoong who made it to your lips first, kissing your bottom lip so gently it made you whimper for more. He giggled softly and kissed you more fervently. His tongue made its way into your mouth and you gladly accepted it. Seonghwa began to run his hands up your torso, catching the hem of your sweater on the way up. He slowly pulled until you felt the cool air on your erect nipples. Breaking off your makeout session with Hongjoong briefly, you lifted your shirt over your head. Seonghwa immediately began sucking on your nipples. You resumed making out with Hongjoong and began palming the growing bulge in his pants.

Suddenly. Hongjoong grasped the hair on the back of your head. He tangled his fingers in your locks and, much to your displeasure, broke off your kiss, leaving your lips wanting more. Seonghwa removed his mouth from your breasts and both boys exchanged a sultry look. They ended whatever conversation they were having telepathically with a heated kiss, your hair still in Hongjoong’s grasp.

“Well….” crooned Seonghwa. “It seems we’re in for quite the night.” Both boys stood and you had to stumble along as Hongjoong was not letting his grasp on your hair go. He roughly pulled you down the hall, Seonghwa trailing behind. You could feed his gaze on your body and just the thought had more wetness pooling in your core. Once you reached your room, Hongjoong dragged you closer to the bed and, more gently than you expected, dropped you on your knees on the soft carpet.

Both of your boyfriends towered over you. All you could do was peer up at them and hope for the best. They were busying themselves, making out with one another and simultaneously ridding themselves of their sweatpants and undergarments. You dutifully opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue awaiting the two hard cocks. Seonghwa took the lead and began inserting his into your opening. You latched on with your lips as he pressed deeper into you and you simultaneously reached to grab Hongjoong’s hard length. Finding your rhythm, you stroked his cock at the same pace you were sucking off Seonghwa and for one second you imagined this might turn out to be a pretty calm night. Just as soon as that thought crossed your mind, you felt Seonghwa’s cock leave your mouth.

“My turn, you dirty slut,” whispered Hongjoong, and much rougher than Seonghwa, he pushed himself into your mouth. You moaned at the girth that overtook you and drool began to spill down your lips as he quickly pushed in and out.

“Aw look at you getting all fucked out already,” crooned Hongjoong. “She’s gonna get all tired out before the real fun Hwa. What do you say we take this to the bed?”

This time it was Seonghwa’s turn to be rough towards you and, as Hongjoong pulled away from your mouth, he grabbed you by the throat and stood you up. You locked eyes with the dark haired boy and saw the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“You love wearing my hand as your necklace don’t you, slut?” Seonghwa said and he spat on your lips as you nodded furiously . You were so preoccupied with not breaking eye contact with Seonghwa that you didn’t notice that Hongjoong had grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Before you knew it, he was swinging your arms around your backside and locking your wrists together. When they were in place, he swiftly hit your ass twice and said, “She’s all ready for us now.” Seonghwa kissed you deeply, his spit mixing with your’s in your mouth.

“All fours. Bed, now,” he ordered when he broke off the kiss between you two. You climbed onto the bed and laid with your cheek on the comforter, ass in the air since you couldn’t support yourself with your hands. You could feel the boy’s eyes on your body and it made you drip from your core just thinking about what they wanted to do to you.

“Me first,” said Seonghwa . “I want to fuck her fresh, wet pussy before anything else.” You heard Hongjoong step to the side and tensed up expectantly as you felt Seonghwa get close to your opening. He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down you, collecting all the wetness he could. As he slid in, you moaned hard and instinctively spread your legs wider so he could get as much of his girth in as possible..

“F-f-fuuuuuck,” you said.

“Aw does babygirl like that?” said Seonghwa with another smack on your ass.

“Yessss,” you trailed off as he continued to thrust in and out.

Hongjoong, now standing on the side of the bed, grabbed your hair again like he did when this all started and pulled your head up.

“If you like it so much, what does a good slut have to say?” he said with a growl.

“T-thank y-you…” you whispered.

“What? What was that?” said Hongjoong devilishly. “I don’t think Hwa could hear you all that well.”

“Thank you for fucking my pussy,” you said louder.

“That’s right, you are thankful,” replied Hongjoong, and in one swift movement, still holding your hair, he slammed his cock into your mouth. As Seonghwa fucked you from behind, Hongjoong fucked your face, and the boys settled into a rhythm that steadily brought more and more warmth to your core. You moaned around Hongjoong’s cock, careful to watch your teeth, but soon the feeling in your core became too much to handle. You pulled away from the cock in your mouth and begged, “Please, please can I cum?”

“Not yet, you’ll cum when I say you can,” growled Seonghwa with an extra hard thrust. “I’ll give you a countdown and when I get to the bottom, then you can cum.”

“Y-y- yes sir,” you whined, desperate for the release now but happy that he wasn’t going to edge you senselessly tonight.

“Ten,” he began and landed another firm smack on your ass. You yelped from the pain, making Hongjoong pull your hair tighter.

“Nine,” he continued, alternating sides for his spanks. With each hit you felt tears springing to your eyes but also the intense feeling you loved so much building more and more.

“One,” he finished and with the final smack, you came, hard, over Seonghwa’s cock. Wet rushed down your legs and you heard Seonghwa chuckle deeply as you rode out your orgasm.

“Mmm you must have really wanted that,” he crooned, dragging his fingers up the inside of your leg, collecting your cum. He walked over to you and promptly shoved his fingers in your mouth.

“Taste it you whore,” he ordered and you greedily sucked on his fingers.

“Hwaaaa,” Hongjoong whined. “We haven’t had a chance to cum yet and she has, it’s not fair.”

This time it was Hongjoong who ended up with Seonghwa’s hand around his throat and you watched as the smaller boy gazed nervously, but expectantly, up at him.

“What happened to your big, commanding demeanor, huh?” replied Seonghwa. “You can face fuck a whore but can’t bear the thought of having to get yourself off?”

Hongjoong shyly nodded and Seonghwa turned his gaze to you. He let his grip go and moved to take the handcuffs off of you.

“I want you in the same position she was in,” he said, lightly shoving the smaller boy towards the bed. “And you,” he motioned toward you. “Rest your pretty little self on the headrest and spread your legs wide.”

You both obliged hurriedly and Seonghwa roughly positioned Hongjoong’s head so it was resting on one side of your open legs. He bent down so he was eye level with the other boy’s face and said, “Now you are going to lick her pussy while I fuck your sweet hole and if I hear her making the most heavenly sounds because you’re doing a good job, then I’ll consider letting you touch yourself.”

You felt Hongjoong swallow deeply as he nodded and said “yes sir”. He quickly got to work licking your pussy while Seonghwa dug around for a bottle of lube in the side table. Once he found it, he clambered in the bed and you heard Hongjoong whisper “f-fuck” just like you had as Seonghwa squeezed out a dollop of lube and spread it around his asshole. He did the same for his own cock and quickly he began to push into Hongjoong’s waiting ass.

“Ohhh my god,” moaned Hongjoong as Seonghwa pushed harder and harder into his ass. He continued to lick and suck on your folds and something about the fact that he was now also being fucked made you even more wet. You started to moan and quickly remembered Seonghwa’s order to Hongjoong. You wanted your boyfriend to get his orgasm and it did feel amazing having him eat you out. Quickly, you began to moan louder and ran your fingers through Joong’s hair, pulling him closer into your cunt.

“Good boy,” moaned Seonghwa as he bottomed out completely in the other boy’s ass. “Sounds like you’re doing good work up there.” Instinctively, Hongjoong raised his hips higher, giving Seonghwa the ability to thrust deeper and hit the best spots deep inside him.

“Stroke your cock,” commanded Seonghwa and quickly Hongjoong grabbed his hard length and began stroking it. Instantly, he moaned into your pussy.

“Oh thank you, thank you,” he moaned as he gripped and rubbed his dick. As he pleasured himself, he sucked hard on your clit and you felt yourself coming close to another orgasm.

“M-m-mmmm,” you let out between choked breaths.

Seonghwa locked eyes with you and smirked. Instantly this sent you over the edge and you came on Hongjoong’s tongue and face.

“Fuuuck,” muttered Hongjoong and you noticed him stroke his dick faster and faster. Seonghwa picked up on his speed as well and soon both boys had their heads thrown back.

“Cum for me baby,” growled Seonghwa, and not a second later, Hongjoong spurted his cum all over the bedsheets. Seonghwa pulled out of the other boy's ass and came onto his back with a loud moan. Hongjoong collapsed onto the bed and you heard a sigh come from Seonghwa as he gently stroked the last drops out of his cock.

The three of you laid in bliss for a few moments, taking in the scene of each other, entirely content with the scene that had just unfolded.

From his position, face down on the bed, you heard Hongjoong say, “Shower then snuggles and what do you say we finish that episode we were watching before all this?”

“I think that sounds delightful,” you said.

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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fighter Bakugo is so mean!!…..write more of him plz 🤲 (ALSO I LOVE UR STORIES SO MUCHH❤️)

OOOUUUU TYSMMM I’m glad you’re enjoying him hehe

Alright let’s see here…

Tw:noncon, implied death, assault, gaslighting

He forces you to come to every one of his matches, after he has his way with you.

It doesn’t matter how brutal the fight is, it didn’t matter if you’re flinching every time his fists make contact with the poor schmuck’s face, knowing damn well that any day it could be yours. It doesn’t matter if he’s shaking off pieces of broken teeth from his hair while you’re clutching your stomach and puffing your cheeks, and it sure as hell doesn’t matter when others clamor around you asking if you were okay, if you needed a doctor.

None of that mattered, because in the end all those scenarios ended the same way: with one of his feet planted on the unconscious body below him, a fist in the air and a mean smile straight at you.

You weren’t allowed to excuse yourself to the restroom or close your eyes when the men around him scream and need at him to either stop the match or to keep going Bakugo, knock the bastard out.

And when he won the match-which was every time-he would make a beeline straight towards your cowering, backing-away form and yank you by your wrist into the office to let out his excess adrenaline.

Your cries could be heard from the entire basement.

On one particular day however, you stop your compliance. It’s when you catch a glimpse of Katsuki’s opponent for the next day.

He’s a young man, no more older than you were.

He’s a meek guy, his smile is oh-so reminiscent of the man you used to like before Bakugo put him in the morgue.

You can’t have a repeat of last time. He doesn’t stand a chance.

“What’s got you all quiet today,” he gruffly asks you as he wraps a hand with tape.

You bite your lip and look at your feet. What’s the best way to go about this?

“You, um…y’know that guy that you’re supposed to fight today?”

“Yeah, what about it?” He raises an eyebrow in warning.

But you continue nonetheless. It’s not like your destiny was flock to change, hed still fuck you up regardless of what you do.

“He just seemed kind of…young.” You stammer and avoid eye contact.

It’s hard not to flinch when he stops wrapping his hand and walks over towards you. He crouches to your sitting position on the bed and lowers his head to look at your gaze on the ground.

“‘That remind you of someone?”

Crap. He’s not as stupid as you hoped for.

This time, you do look up at him, eyebrows scrunched together in a pleading way, and he laughs in your face at your pathetic state.

“Lemme guess, you don’t want me to fight him?”

You nod your head.

“Well, what do I get out of it in return?”

Your eyes widen as you comprehend what he’s saying. Was there actually a chance he’d listen to you?

“Hello? Answer me dumbass.”

Oh, right.

“Um, what-what would you like?” Fingers cross behind your back as you pray to anyone listening that he won’t ask for anything derogatory.

It’s almost laughable that you don’t know him well enough by now.

Bakugo walks around the bed and settles himself against the headboard, legs spread and arms crossed over behind his head. He smirks at you and nudges you with his toe.

“Dance for me.”

“D-dance? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he sits up and leans towards you, his smile all teeth and cutthroat undertones, “I want you to shake your ass on my dick and give me a lap dance.”

Fire rushes to your face at his crude choice of words. You open your mouth to argue but stop when his unwrapped hand flexes, bones popping in place as he inspects it casually.

He doesn’t need to say anymore to get his point across. But if you had any doubts as to who was the one who wanted a chance in the first place, he reminds you with a curt “You can always say no. I’ll let you walk out this door and you can just watch me beat the living daylights out of him,” he shrugs and says it so easily, so casually that you’d think he was informing you of the weather.

You swallow hard and shakily rise to your feet.

Katsuki already locked the door, so you don’t need to worry about anyone coming in. You look at him and take a deep breath.

“How do I, like, y’know.”

He stares at you for a moment and bursts out howling , the bellowing sound echoing across the small room and making your head ring.

You look at him warily as he lessens his laughter, and tries to address you.

“I knew it. You really are a brain-dead, numb cunt,” he says as he wipes his eyes from tears. “Just fucking- I don’t know, sway your hips back and forth and put it in reverse on me I guess. Arent whores supposed to be good at these things?” He leans back down comfortably and leers at you while you grimace and then back around, ass facing him.

You’ve only messed around on your own time in your room before, shaking it to slow R&B songs or fast pop ones. How do you go about this with no music?

But within a minute you gather yourself and toss your dignity away. You start imagining a beat in your head and do exactly as he instructed, swaying your sides left and right while moving your shoulders with whatever rhythm you deemed easy.

He stifles a snicker behind you, and you dig your nails into your palm. It was obvious he was trying to be completely silent just to amplify the awkwardness and humiliation tenfold, but dammit if this is what he wants then might as well get it over with.

You begin leaning forward and sticking your rear out more towards him, simultaneously rubbing your hands up and down your sides and flicking your hair with ease in his line of sight. You roll your head and roll your ass in a circle, praying it wasn’t too jerky.

Katsuki wasn’t laughing anymore.

Your confidence starts to grow again as you hear him softly inhale when you crawl backwards slowly onto the bed. You drop your hips low and arch your back, rolling your spine and lifting your ass back up into the air, shaking it in his face as best as you could.

You stay like that, letting it bounce slowly and then faster while you hear his breathing lick up. The sheets around you pull slightly towards him, and from the corner of your eye you can see his fists balling tbe covers, shaking slightly.

Looks like this was having more of an effect on him than you thought.

Just to sell it home, you lower your pelvis back and against his crotch as you begin grinding on him.

His shirts are silky and thin, and as you drag your mound up and down his imprint you can’t help but moan. The way your puffy clit catches on the elevations and ridges of his clothed dick, the feeling of his length swelling beneath your moist panties makes your head spin and all precautions are thrown out the window.

Your ass lightly claps together on his slightly thrusting hips as his breaths become pants. You feel his hands slide up your ass and onto your hips as he growls, “Teasing slut. And here you had me thinking you didn’t know what you were doing. Strip.”

Your body stills and you blanch. Your head clears a bit as his own body stops moving against yours, and you realize what position you’re about to be in.

Your head turns slightly to face him. “Kats-“

But he yanks your hair from the ends back until you’re scrambling for solid ground against his toned chest. Your fingers grab your torn strands and try to yank them out of his unrelenting grip. Your eyes well with tears of pain as he gets more aggressive with your subtle hesitation.

“I said, strip, now.” He shakes your head for good measure and you yelp when you feel more hairs ripped out of your aching skull.

“Okay! Okay, I’ll strip.” You blubber, snapping your head forward when he finally lets go.

You look back at him tearfully, hunching over into yourself as his hands guide your shirt up over your stomach and begin massaging your tits.

You hurry to take your pants off before he can wound you any more in his childlike impatience, and he grunts in approval when you’re down to your panties and no bra.

“Bend over.”

This time, you don’t argue when you go on all fours and his rough hand shoves your upper back down until you’re in an arch that’s satisfactory enough for him. He lets his fingers dance over your spine and linger when they get lower down your back.

Your upper body shakes with anticipation as all goes silent, save for his soft inhales. You can feel his digits run over the crack of your ass and lift the top of your panty line up, your labia and clit being pulled up as well.

Katsuki smirks as you weakly moan beneath him, and he tugs harder upwards just to see your ass follow in pursuit. He rubs his knuckles over the damp spot over your clothed hole and pushes in ever so slightly, just enough to make you keen and whimper.

Then, he retreats his touch.

The air is still for a moment or two as the cold absence of his touch fades.

You have no idea what he’s doing or thinking. For the second time, you try to turn your head towards him.

“Wha-“

Crack.

You scream so loud you’re sure your eardrums pop, but your focus isn’t on your poor ears, no, it’s on the raging hot burn across your right asscheek as his reddened hand swivels in its socket in a warm-up stretch. You’re experiencing for the first time what the hands of a fighter can do.

“That’s what whiny bitches like you get. And don’t you dare turn back around, otherwise I’ll whip you within an inch of your life.”

Your body freezes at those terrifying words, and you’re caught off guard when the next slap hits the same cheek. You yowl in pain and grip the sheets tighter before you, knowing that writhing away would mean so much worse.

Years of cute and open wounds and cells revealing just to open again and regrow have caused his hands to hold a similar texture to hard leather. There is no mercy, there is no soft reprieve they hold on their grasps, and you take each lashing with the reminder that he deals these kinds of blows to less fortunate men, men who don’t get a hold-back from Katsuki Bakugo.

“The next time you-crack- bitch about who I’m fighting-crack, crack- I’ll make sure to fuck you in the ring and let everyone- crack- have a turn with you- fuck, stop fucking screaming!”

He covers your wailing mouth with one hand and grips your throat in the other, bringing your head back to his seething lips.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? What’s wrong, why’re you crying so fucking much baby? Didnt you want to spare one more spineless bastard?” He croons in your ear and strokes your cheek with one finger.

You shake in his chokehold, terrified and in pain. You squeeze the tears out from your eyes and try to steady your breathing. He shushes your sobs and cooes when you hiccup against his palm.

“Hmm, Y/N? Whaddaya say, you wanna spare one more dickless wonder? Or are you gonna chicken out and save yourself?”

He chuckles darkly when you shake your head. He doesn’t need you to speak to already know your answer.

“Alright then, whatever you want. But just letting you know, I have the next match with him, so I’ll have to make this fast.”

And as he fucks you to oblivion, and fucks over his promise, you laugh to yourself for ever trusting him.

Because Katsuki Bakugo is not a lover, but rather, a fighter.

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double-hoe-seven · 3 years

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Conjugal Visit

Summary: Its time to visit your husband at good old Belle Reve Pairing: Robert DuBois/Bloodsport x Reader Word Count: 1,830 Warning(s): Smut, prison sex(?), allusion to violence and murder. 18+ MINORS DNI (DO NOT INTERACT)

"DuBois, you have a visitor!" One of the guards shouted while he scrubbed the floor. "I'm not in the mood to fight with my daughter and I under no circumstances want to see Waller," he growled. "Well then you're in luck, it's the only other person in your life from the outside," the guard said bored. "What? I'm not ready for a visitor." "Too bad. Let's go." The guard was getting impatient. Reluctantly, Robert got up and followed the man; at least he'd showered that morning. He followed them to one of the private visitation rooms; there you sat, wearing black boots, jeans, and t-shirt, and a midnight blue leather jacket with the black rings on your left hand. "You're a sight for sore eyes, love," he smiled as the guards uncuffed him and repeated their usual warnings before leaving the room, locking the door behind them.

"If I'd known you were coming I might have shaved," he commented as he approached you, pulling you into his embrace with he was close enough. "I don't know, babe, I quite like the beard. It makes you look distinguished," you said with a hum as you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely. "That's just a polite way of sayin' it makes me look old, innit?" He asked with a stifled chuckle. "Older and handsome, love," you corrected. "Did you come here to just take the piss at me or do you have a better reason?" He teased before leaning down and capturing your lips in a hungry, impassioned kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

A deep groan left him when you gently bit and tugged his bottom lip, smirking up at him. "Needy little thing, ain't ya, love?" He hummed as he tossed your jacket aside, hastily doing the same with your shirt before scooping you up and laying you on the cheap bed in the room. His lips dropped from yours to your neck, leaving a trail of light bite marks in the wake as he trailed his lips down to your chest. "I don't know why you bother wearing bras when you visit me, love, they only get in my way," he chuckled as he unclasped the black lace of your bra, discarding it with a grin. "Because I'd rather not be led through a prison with-" your words were quickly cut off by a surprised moan when he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue circled the bud as he suckled gently, rolling the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Robert alternated between the hardened peaks until you were a moaning, squirming mess beneath him. Your hips rocked against his needily as a whine escaped you "Robert..." "Use your words, love," he teased with a wicked grin. He chuckled to himself when you only shot him a glare. He unzipped your jeans and pulled them and your underwear down teasingly slowly; he pulled you to the edge of the bed and kneeled down throwing your legs over his shoulders. "I think this might be one of the things I miss most while I'm here, being able to just go down on you whenever the fuck I want," he said in a soft mutter as he ran his thumb along your wet slit. "Trust me, hon, you aren't the only one who misses it," you mumbled. Your back arched with the first swipe of his tongue. Two of his fingers teased your entrance before slowly pushing in as his tongue circled your clit slowly. What started out as slow drags of his fingers and tongue turned into him fucking you with his tongue and fingers, stretching you to prepare for him. He didn't stop until he felt your walls tensing around his digits, when he did he quickly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, a small pleased groan leaving him as he watched you pant softly, a needy hunger in your eyes. He always did love bringing you right to the edge.

He quickly shed himself of his orange prisoner's uniform, taking his member into his hand as he climbed in bed over you. "I'll be outta here soon enough, love, then I'll take you somewhere proper and romantic," he promised before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, followed by a slow sensual kiss to your lips as he slowly pushed his length into you. His hand stroked your cheek when he felt you tense up, your tight warmth stretching to its limits to accommodate him "that's a good pet, takin' my cock so well." You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly while your nails dug into his shoulders.

Each slow drag and push of his hips pulled gentle moans from you. His pace quickly built up and he tightened your legs around him. "Is that the best you can give me, love?" You teased when he settled into a series of long, deep, slow thrusts. "Aw, does my needy little princess want it rough?" He almost cooed in false sympathy while slowing his hips. When you started trying to move your hips against him for any more friction than what he was giving, a small whine escaped you when his hand moved to hold your hips down "use your words, pet. Tell daddy exactly what you want or I'll just keep going slowly until I'm ready to finish." "Want you to fuck me until I leave here with a limp," you managed to say after a minute of trying to steel yourself.

The squeak that left your lips when he suddenly pulled out turned into a loud moan when he slammed back into you, setting a new brutal pace. You angled your hips up some so each thrust brought the head of his member harshly against your g-spot. "Fuck, Robert!" You moaned out louder when his thumb started rubbing fast tight circles on your clit. "That's it, little bird, sing for daddy so this entire fucking shithole can hear," he husked before nibbling and tugging on your ear lobe. "Say my name, Pet. Tell everyone who's you are," he growled, pinching your clit when your only answer was a moan that escaped your slightly parted lips. "Yours, Robert! All yours!" You moaned out, eagerly trying to match his thrusts but finding it harder to keep up with his roughness and brute force.

Soon, Robert sat back on his knees and pulled your hips flush against his with each more forceful thrust managing to hit even deeper places, places that were quickly bringing you closer to the edge. "Fuck, your warm walls are squeezing me so tightly. Play with your clit for me, yeah? I want to see all of you come undone but don't you dare cum until I say," he muttered lazily. He sat up fully and spread your legs a little further apart, transfixed on the sight of his length disappearing into you and coming out with your sweet nectar. You nodded and bit your lip as you traced shapes over your little button. "Good girl," he mumbled, his thrusts getting shorter but quicker, more of a rapid rutting. He smirked when he saw how hard you were trying to hold off "alright, Pet, you can let go." He might've whispered the words but they were clear to you.

As you came, you moaned out a series of curses and his name, your entire being quaking. Groaning as your walls tightened even more, he fell forward over you as he joined you in climax. His body covered yours while his forearms kept his weight off of you, his hips slowly rutting into you as you both came down. He planted a series of soft, languid kisses up your neck and along your jawline before finally kissing you softly, one of his hands coming up to gently brush some loose strands out of your face. Robert carefully maneuvered your bodies so he was laying on his back with you on his chest, his arms around your waist while his index finger absentmindedly traced shapes along your spine. You both laid there in comfortable silence, your rapid breaths slowing down were the only sounds in the room.

"Do you really think you'll be out of here soon, love?" You asked him hopefully, looking up at him with a small frown. "I do, darling. It won't be long before Waller comes with another suicide mission for me to lead," he grumbled before pecking your lips softly "I'll be home with you before you know it though, yeah?" "You promise? I miss waking up to your face between my legs," you joked. "Believe me, love, I miss that too. You always have been my favorite breakfast, or meal in general," a sly smirk crossed his face and he chuckled when you slapped his chest. "You're awful," you joked. "Baby, I'm an assassin, I'm not exactly a role model for anyone. I mean, for fucks sake, I almost killed Superman and if given the job again I'd take it," he said casually. "I know you would baby, maybe this time you'll succeed," you teased with a grin. "Watch it love or I'll have to bend you over my knee," he warned, squeezing your ass with a wicked smirk. "Oh no, please don't sp-" you started saying sarcastically before his hand quickly came down with a loud smack. "Wanna try that attitude again, princess?" He cocked his brow while he waited for your answer, giving you a quick kiss when you didn't say anything else.

Before either of you could react, the buzzer of the door unlocking and opening sounded and a woman walked in. "DuBois, Mrs. DuBois," she greeted flatly, unfazed by your nudity as you tried to cover your bodies with the sheet. "Fuck are you doing here, Waller?" Robert growled. "You have a new mission. And this time your wife's coming along. Isn't that right, Tracker?" She said. "Excuse me?" You and Robert said simultaneously. "That's right. We know about your side gig hunting down people the law let off. If either of you refuses to come on the mission or tries to abandon it, I'll hand over our evidence to the proper authorities. You, my dear, with not only be put in jail but you'll lose your license to practice law. Even if you managed to get it reinstated, nobody will hire a lawyer who knowingly married an assassin, the same one who put Superman in the ICU," Waller explained calmly. "You're threatening my fucking wife?!" Robert shouted as he sprung out of bed and pulled his boxers on. "I'm doing it for the safety of our country and the world," her voice was so eerily calm. "Robert, calm down. If it gets you home sooner, I'll do it," you told him as you sat up, using the bedsheet to cover your modesty. He looked at you like you'd just grown another head, in complete disbelief.

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