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raitonsfw · 3 months

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jjk men: sub edition

characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, okkotsu yūta, kamo chōsō, & sukuna ryōmen.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, gn!reader (gojo), sub!characters, vibrating sex toys (gojo's and geto's), face riding (yuta's), pegging (choso's), refusal to submit (sukuna's), whining, whimpering, pleading, begging, dirty talk, bondage (gojo's), p in v intercourse (geto [riding] & sukuna [mating press]), anal sex (choso's obvi), slight rim play (gojo's), degrading & praising, pet names, gojo selfishly whines, geto can't keep his composure, okkotsu loves you, choso's completely fucked out, sukuna shares a body with itadori (& doesn't care about your kinks), fyi the reader isn't very dominant (more neutral, maybe i'll write another one of these with a dom!reader later on)

a/n: this came about 'cause of some hate from an anon about me writing satoru gojo whimpering & that men shouldn't whimper or moan? next time, be a dear and send it off anon? i'll answer you more thoroughly that way. i love having the option that is 'write to spite'. wc: 3.2k total. m.list

divider credit: @hitobaby

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮…❞ who isn’t really all that submissive– at least not on the surface. in public his exterior shone a haughty personality but in the midst of silk sheets, he whined like a little bitch.

soft whines of ‘please, baby…’ and ‘r-right there– yes…’ as you moved the vibrator towards the tip of his cock. he was sitting up against the headboard, his knees slightly bent and his bright eyes were glued on your hand that held the small pink wand.

you knew gojo quite well, the man could withstand almost anything sorcery related; curses expelling out left and right, best friends turned enemies– but he couldn’t handle the juddering feeling of a sex toy. he’d practically short-circuit. his entire body would freeze up as you ran it along the side of his thigh, a dulled lust sinking within his eyes and suddenly his cock would be rock hard.

you’d watch as his legs would spread open for you, a quiet obedience held within the air and you’d hum in content as he let you shed his trousers and boxers. and holy shit, it was so intoxicating to take in how fucking hard he got just from the slight indication of the vibrator buzzing up his thigh.

he wouldn’t be quiet for long though, no– that was just for show. as soon as your hand grabbed at his flushed cock, a choked gasp would follow and a bunch of pleas would spill out of his mouth like a waterfall.

“need the toy– give me the toy…”

“y/n, baby…sweetheart– c’mon...”

“please, don’t want your hand right now–”

“‘m sorry, i’m so sorry– fuck-!”

and despite his empty words (and the rushed apology when he vaguely realized his mistake), the vibrator would be set to the near highest setting. ‘cause there was something so hot watching him squirm from such a delicate thing, bulleting at an overstimulating press firsthand.

god, you could get drunk off of his whimpers and cries as they spilled from his mouth every time you ran the vibrator over a vein on the underside of his cock… his jolts of pleasure when you upped the setting by a hair as he was so sensitive and even the slightest change would send him spiraling… the constant clenching and unclenching of his fists within the confines of his blindfold– courtesy of you tying it that way.

you had the right mind not to edge him, his voice pitching higher and higher each second you ran the droning sensation over his slit, precum slathering the toy. his chest rose and fell quickly as you switched the settings to a different rhythm, his back arching out towards you and his cock bobbing against his tummy with a loud whine escaping him.

his head had knocked back into the headboard with his eyelids fluttering closed, a fucked out expression washing over his face as his thighs trembled– as his whole body trembled in front of you. you knew he was close; the tiny whimpers felling long with each stroke of the toy and the way his muscles tightened in his stomach with each roll of his hips as he desperately feigned for more friction.

which led you to take a quick gamble– and press the toy right against his rim.

you didn’t even have time to replace your hand on his cock as he painted his shirt white. long spurts decorated it, nearly up to his chin and you hummed softly to yourself as you pumped him through his release, your name heavy on his lips as he rode it out. you cooed out praises as he bucked into your hand, dribbling the rest of his cum all over it with small pants filling the room.

and as soon as he came down, his hands were slipping from his blindfold and pinning you underneath him– it was your turn now.

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮…❞ who’s slightly submissive– but knows how to keep his composure. it wasn’t often you got to see him needy, the man wasn’t exactly enthralled in giving you a show; so instead of begging for what he needed, he did everything in his power to please you.

the most he’d give you were tiny hums from the constant drag of his cock as you rode him, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. when he had the pleasure of cumming inside you – when he could because you’d fall apart against him in mere minutes – you’d hear the most sinful whimpers bare from his throat, his hands gripping your hips as he gasped for breath.

you couldn’t escape the cuddling afterwards either, the quiet contented sighs that captured you whole as he worked his body around yours in a tight embrace when the stars fell away from your eyelids. his mind would be reeling with the aftermath, still painfully hard in his boxers since he didn’t finish; but you came on his cock and that’s all that mattered to him.

but there were just some days where he needed you more than ever – and the aching pleasure of his cock spasming inside you – a pliant buzz reigning him in as he heard you come home. his arms would wrap around your waist as you’d toss your keys onto the kitchen counter and you’d feel his breath fan against your ear as he spoke, a slight whine etched in his voice.

“y/n, come to the bedroom with me…”

“ah–! shit… please?”

“need you tonight… can’t wait any longer–”

“gotta be inside you– right now.”

and you thought it was the usual routine, you laid out underneath him with his cock driving into you like no tomorrow. but as you were pulled into the bedroom, the box of sex toys you shared with him had been dumped over the bed and you realized his neediness and the sound that droned lightly from him– the vibrating cock ring was missing.

you weren’t exactly sure if geto ever acted submissive in his life, never really wanting to push him too far as he already did so much for you; he never seemed bothered by the lack of reciprocation. but when he came home with the cock ring and your life sure flipped a sudden switch, your collected man reduced to nothing but a puddle as you drove him to the edge over and over again.

as you fully sank onto his cock, his ring would vibrate against your folds and you’d sigh out in relief when you noticed his face screwed up in pleasure– and pain as he was already so close to his godforsaken orgasm. needy– fucking desperate whines would leak from his mouth as you bounced lightly on him, some hiccuped noises escaping him and– oh? he might cry.

his hair was splayed out on the pillows, some of it stuck to his sweaty shoulders as the corners of his eyes brimmed with tears, his hands clutching onto you for dear life. he wouldn’t say anything, too drunk off of the overstimulation of your pussy and the vibrations pushing him over the edge; except he couldn’t cum yet. not until you took off the cock ring and honestly, did you really want to?

this was one of the only times you saw this side of him after all.

you eventually let him cum, pulling off his cock to ease the ring off while instructing him softly not to cum until he was inside you. and he’d be damned if he didn’t shoot off inside you, holding himself back for all of ten seconds before the feeling of your walls warm around him pushed him over– you felt him twitch inside you and a lengthy moan accompanied as he tried his best to pull you close into him through it.

he stole kisses from you afterwards, his demeanor returning to the same old facade he encased himself in and you wondered if you buy him vibrating beads– what would that do to him?

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚…❞ who is just the right amount of submissive. he would quiver at the faintest feel of your fingers ghosting his cock as he knelt before you. his eyes would be nearly blown wide, taking in your composure as his falls away when you bend down eye level to him.

he’d know better than to buck into your hand like a poor puppy, desperate for any friction you could give him as his fingers reach out to grip at your clothing. and he wouldn't even realize he broke a rule as he repeated in his brain ‘don’t thrust’ into the warmth of your palm.

as you backed away, you’d notice the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes, the pout that would cross his face when he tried to retrace his movements– and then his mouth would be going a mile a minute with apologies.

“baby… i’m sorry! i’ll be good, i promise– i won’t touch you again.”

“please… forgive me? use me to get off…”

and that wasn’t a bad idea in your eyes as you thought it over, squatting back up to let him breathe. god, he was so pliant with you, complete putty– pulled and stretched out for you. his cock curved up towards his tummy as it stood proudly from the confines of his jujutsu uniform; he was so excited he didn’t even care to unzip his zipper, he just pulled himself out ‘cause you told him to.

as you finally allowed him up onto the space of the bed after his relentless regret, a muffled ‘thank you’ spilled from his lips before you could even position yourself onto his face and you clutched the headboard to steady yourself; because he wasn’t allowed to touch– and he sure knew that as he was chanting it in his mind.

he needed you to use him, to just sit right on his tongue and ride him mercilessly; it’s what he deserves for breaking one of your rules. but you were nice, you weren’t mean with your punishments and honestly this seemed more like a reward for him. he was manipulative, that one– you had to be careful as he could get you to do anything for him with just a glassy eyed look and a pout.

his hands grasped at the sheets for leverage as you sat down against him, his tongue not hesitating in the slightest to swipe over the swell of your clit and you huffed out a relieved moan. you didn’t falter, your hips rolling against his mouth with the shock of warm pleasure flowing through your body. and he reciprocated your moans, humming gently into you as he lapped at your arousal trickling against the tip of his tongue.

and all he wanted to do was touch you – bury his fingers inside you and fuck the life out of you – anything for his girl. but he knew the moment he moved his fingers from the threaded sheets, you’d pull off with a whine falling from his lips. god, did he want to please you– and he wanted it in return; his cock was aching even as it laid against his tummy. he couldn’t take it anymore, between the sweet taste of your slick running down his chin and the insane amount of precum building at the tip of his cock– he begged.

“fuck, please touch me… won’t cum til you say so, i swear–”

“just need your hands on me, y/n honey… l-love you so much– god, thank you.”

when you leaned back to pull him off, your other hand feathered into his hair and you caught a glimpse of his dark rimmed eyes staring back up with such profound desire– you just knew he wouldn’t last more than a few seconds.

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨…❞ who takes the cake for being the most submissive slut known to man. when you sunk into him the first time with the strap nudging into him subtly, he couldn’t help but let out a choked whimper. he would be so fucking full– his rim clenching harshly around you and you’d coo at him; some praises that did you no good as he could barely hear you through the pounding rush of blood in his ears.

you couldn’t even begin to fathom the drunk passion you felt for this boy, arching his back for you as you started to ease yourself in all the way– it was fucking insane and you weren’t even the one with your nerves on fire. he’d grip at the sheets with a wanton moan, pushing back onto the strap with eager hips and it took everything in you not to collapse onto him with the heated arousal you felt in your cunt.

you’d be on your toes, basically straddling the poor boy’s hips, your hands flush against his waist to keep you steady and all you’d hear was ‘more, please… i can take it–! need you to move.’ christ, you haven’t even gotten your bearings yet and he’s begging for you to pound him into the fucking mattress.

his spiked hair wouldn’t be in their usual ponytails, it sleeked down the back of his neck and soon, it was going to be balled up in your palms while you fucked the living shit out of him.

once you actually rolled your hips into his tight hole, a broken moan flew out of his mouth and his head drooped down onto the side of the bed. his entire body shook in pleasure as you thrusted into him shallowly, hushed pants coming from him as his cock dripped onto the sheets beneath you.

you noticed his cock rather quickly– and how neglected it looked, hanging between his legs with a reddened flush and you snaked your hand underneath him to tug at it a bit, earning a repressed whimper that was muffled in the sheets he buried his face into. before you knew it, your hips found a rhythm you were content with and one he was ecstatic with, his body jolting upwards with every stroke of his cock and bruising of your strap.

you knew you nailed his prostate when his head snapped up, his entire body shuddering around you. his moan was so sharp in your ears, it delved straight towards spine and you threaded your fingers into his hair with the words ‘good boy, that’s it… that’s the spot?’ leaking from your mouth in a soft tone. to which he nodded, a heavy need carving out his common sense and replacing it with nothing whines and whimpers.

‘soo good, thankyouthankyouthankyou–’

‘right there, keep going…’

and you did, even when you noticed his tongue loll out of his mouth– the fucked out expression blatant on his face as you pulled his head back to look at you. his violet eyes were watery, his mouth completely open in near silent moans as you pounded into him now, and you swore you saw a blood tear drip from his mark as he squeezed his eyes shut through a particular thrust. and now he begged for you, pleaded like no tomorrow as you fucked him senseless; his entire mind clouded with nothing but ecstasy.

‘am i being a good boy? please– tell me i’m being a good boy for you…’

‘fuck me harder, yeah– yes… shit–! so close…’

as he came around the strap, you watched in awe– ropes of cum spurting against the sheets and harsh gasps filled the air as you kissed down his back with your hands massaging his waist through the heavy orgasm. you ran a quick finger down his spine, reveling in the way he trembled against you as you pulled out of him.

you wouldn’t even talk to him properly afterwards, just tiny adorations; because you knew as soon as he came to, he’d be out like a light.

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧…❞ who isn’t submissive at all. the king of curses didn’t have a submissive bone in his body– completely overtaken by the dominant hull. you’ve tried to make him submit – more than once – but it never worked out in your favor.

your hands would delve towards his shoulders to pin him down as you rode him– well, tried to ride him as his cock pounded up into you harshly– but you’d be thrown off in an instant, a mating press following suit so you couldn’t move underneath him.

you’d whine for him to take you more than once in a single night, in pursuit of overstimulating him– but you failed to realize just how much stamina he had and you ultimately ended up being the one overstimulated with your cunt stuffed full of his cum each and every time.

there were some days where he played along with your endeavors to be nice. sometimes a quiet whine would fill his throat before replacing it with hefty growls and grunts while you sucked his cock. and other times he’d let you have the upper hand for more than a half a second, reveling in the way your body moved against him to try to overtake him.

your tits would bounce right in his face and it made him think twice– he almost begged for them, wanting nothing more than to take them into his mouth and litter them red with teeth marks. but that thought left his mind rather quickly as your cunt pressed warmly against his cock, stirring it awake from its confines and it was game over.

there was no way he’d beg for a lowly human.

why would he need to when you gave yourself up to him so easily? you’d practically jump him as soon as he switched with itadori, strong arms holding onto you as you pushed him onto the bed. but of course, he could flip you over in an instant and he would, his cock dragging deliciously along your walls within the next two minutes.

as much as it was fun to watch you squirm and cry about him not letting up his dominance, it also turned him on immensely. his cock would ache inside you as you begged for him to make a needy noise… his eyes would threaten to roll back as you clenched around him in hopes he would show some type of submission… and he’d have to recollect himself when you breathed hot in his ear that he was such a good boy for fucking you so well. why the fuck did that affect him?

but once he grounded himself, you were in trouble– his cock pounding into you with heinous phrases leaking from his mouth. he couldn’t bear to listen to you anymore, the idea drove him insane– a fucking human shouldn’t be calling him wretched pet names like that. so to shut you up, his palm would end up on your mouth and his tongue there would shove straight into it. he just needed to fuck the kink out you, that’s all.

and of course being the curse that he is, once you couldn’t speak, he’d tease (berate) you about your subby needs.

“ah, so you get off on pussy men now?”

“don’t look away from me, doll, answer the question.”

“what– you want me to whine and beg for you like a goddamn pup? i don’t think so.”

“now hold your legs open ‘n take my cock… like a normal fucking human.”

yeah, you tried and all it got you was a sore cunt each time, unable to walk without a bit of a wobble– his devilish smirk and targeted eyes followed you every step of the way before he relinquished his form to itadori in the morning.

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smut-slut69 · 2 months

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"F*ck your stupid, sexy Miniskirt"

How the Hashira react to your new Mini Skirt. Except Muichiro Ofc, I'm not a weirdo

Modern au, Hashira x fem!Reader

Tengen Uzui

Bro's an ass man and nothing will EVER convince me otherwise

So obviously, when he see's your ass stuck in the tiniest little skirt when you were heading out with your friends for a night.

He couldn't help the way his big hands accidently grazed your ass as he gave you a hug goodbye

And how would he have known his one kiss goodbye would turninto a flurry of sloppy kisses

And he definitely couldn't help the way his member hardened with the need to be deep inside of you

“Fuck baby, m’gonna be late” you moaned when Tengen’s cock slipped past your entrance. You weren’t even sure how you had gotten yourself pressed up against your front door, skirt riding up your ass and nipples rock hard underneath your rhinestoned shirt. Uzui had said he just wanted a kiss goodbye and that was all you ever intedned for it to be, but god it felt so good to get swept up in his big arms, with his equally large hands roaming all over your body. And now you had his thick cock stuffing you full, over and over again, smooshing your face against the wall with every thrust. You let out what was intended to be a sigh but came out a moan as you gripped onto the bigger hand gripping your hips. Guess your friends would have to wait a while.

Giyu Tomioka

I don't know why so many of y'all think this man is a dom

Please, he's never had any sort of sexual interaction in his life until he met you

He's still learning about his own feelings, let alone his sexual attraction

So you can't blame him for his reaction to all the skirts you tried on in front of him after dragging him with you to the mall to help you shop

After all, who wouldn't get bricked up after seeing their girlfriend's fat ass peaking out of miniskirts of every color in the universe

“Aww, my poor baby’s cock is rock hard” you cooed as you settled yourself between your boyfriend's legs. Tomioka just stared at you in awe as your manicured hands grasped his member, pretty glossed lips gliding over his cock. You had done this to him a couple of times before but he swore never got used to the feeling of you taking him in your mouth, sloppily sucking his cock, and bobbing your head up and down so fast he had to bite his hand to handle the stimulation. He honestly thought he was a goner when your tongue came to tease the slit of his tip, but when he peered through his lashes at the mirror across from him in the dressing room. His cock twitched and cum shot out and onto your face when he saw your red miniskirt riding up, giving him the perfect view of your fingering your wet cunt.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro would hoenstly be confused when he felt the overwhelming need to fuck you every time you walked past him in a mini skirt

He believes he has a good sense of self-control

Or at least enough to allow him to look at his girlfriend in a skirt without salivating like a horny teenager

But there was something about you in that damn skirt that made him lose every ounce of control in his body

Stars, that skirt just made him want to fuck the shit out of you

“Fuck~. . .ah” you moaned out, eyebrows furrowed up in pleasure and eyes rolling back in your head as Kyojuro’s cock rammed into you faster and harder than you think it ever has. Usually, your man was loving and kind. He took his time when he said fucked you, no, made love to you. But this was different. Completely different from the normal. “Oh my god K-kyo, slow down” you cried out. Kyojuro could hear all your cries, he could see your legs quivering on the verge of giving out. But he couldn’t find it in him to let go of the death grip he had on your hips. His eyes glued to your creamy entrance and your essence that covered his cock as he pushed himself balls-deep into you. And fuck, that skirt just barely covering the fat of your ass was driving him even crazier. “I’m sorry baby, I-I can’t” he breathed. “I think I’m gonna cum in this pretty cunt again”

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri is never beating the bottom allegtions

I mean, this girl is never on top

But when she saw you chilling at home in one of her skirts that were a little too short for you

Your thighs looking ever so plump underneath the pretty black fabric

Mitsuri felt drawn to the sight, seating herself next to you

Smooth, long fingers tracing over your thighs and farther up your leg

You panted and threw your head back with a moan as your girlfriend's long, slender fingers drilled in and out of your cunt, curling to hit that perfect spot inside you. Mirtusi let out a moan of her own when she felt your cunt flutter around her fingers in a way she hadn’t felt in such a long while. She had almost forgotten how drenched your pussy got, how much you really did love when she took control. Mitsuri drew closer and laid supple kisses along your throat, licking along the flesh there and admiring the way your cunt gushed from the sensation. She couldn't believe she hadn't taken the chance to treat your sweet cunt right. But she would be sure to now, determined to make you finish all over her fingers and maybe . . .just maybe her tongue later.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

You make him hard no matter what you do

Like you could breathe and you'd see little Sanemi poking through his pants

So seeing you bent over in the laundry room, wearing one of your old skirts that barely fit you anymore because all your clothes were in the laundry

Had him palming his cock through his sweat pants

He simply was not at blame for what happened next

“Fuck S-Sanemi I gotta put bleach in t-the, Fuck- washing machine”*You gritted out, trying to free your hands from his stronghold. Sanemi strengthened his grip on your wrists, landing a sharp blow on your ass as he plowed his cock into you. You moaned, your legs buckling underneath you from the strength of his thrusts. “You’re wearing this tiny ass skirt and expect me not to pound this fuckin cunt?” he spoke. You roll your eyes, in annoyance. “You’re the worst '' you whined. Sanemi just laughed at you, peering down at where you two were connected. He was always amazed at how sloppy his girl’s pussy was, wet and leaking all over him and your thighs. “You'll like me a lot better if you keep creamin on me like that sweetheart”

Gyomei Himejima

Since Gyomei is blind, one of his biggest love languages with you is physical touch

You all love experiencing each other with your hands

Clinging onto each other while you kiss

Feeling each others bodies are thoroughly

It is definitely one of Gyomei's favorite ways to connect with you

So imagine his excitement when you said you had a surprise for home, that involved physical touch

;)

You giggled as you grasped Gyomei's strong hands, guiding them to feel the mold of your figure under the surprise you were wearing. “Is this a skirt?” he asked when you let his hands explore independently. “Mhmm” you hum, groaning a little when his hands came to squeeze at your ass, “I bought a short one and I thought you’d like it,” you told him. Gyomei leaned farther into you, letting his hands travel under your skirt and onto your pantie-clad slit. He grinned, feeling the fabric already dampened with your juices. Using his middle finger, he rubbed tight circles on your clit and prodded at your entrance gently. You used his shoulders to brace yourself as he picked up his pace. Panties soaking through from how wet he was making you.“I’m gonna cum” you whimpered. Your orgasm was always unbearably quick with him. Gyomei smiled, flicking at your clit just a little faster to push you over the edge. “Go on my love, let me feel you”

Obanai Iguro

Obanai loves your body in everything you wear

He likes to show you off really

Which is why he let you come with him to a club with a few of his friends

the new mini skirt he bought you clinging to your thick curves

He loved the skirt on you

What he didn't love

Was the looks his friends were giving you

Their eyes staying glues to your backside

His jealousy only grew throughout the night

Which is how you ended up bent over in the club's bathroom

Hanging on to the stall walls for dear life

With how many times Obanai had fucked you, you would think you would get used to the sheer size of him. But everytime proved wrong. He was so long that he reached that spongey spot inside of you every time he fucked into you, and he was so fucking thick you didn’t know how you were handling it. Especially now, when his thrusts were mean and jealousy fuelled, leaving you with no choice but to squirt with every thrust. You knew you wouldn’t be able to scramble away if you tried, but you couldn’t help but instinctively push off of his cock. He rolled his eyes at you, almost finding your attempts at getting free humorous. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he pulled you right back on his shaft. Obanai knew he was being far, far rougher than usual, but until he heard a safe word from that pretty little mouth of yours, he’d pound into you as much as he wanted. “Fuck are you running from” he gritted out, “You wanna let my friends stare at what belongs to me” he spoke. “Wanna act like a fucking slut, then i’ll fuck you like the two dollar whore you are” he sneered.

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu's a munch

Like, she loves eating you out so much

If She's tired, she'll suck on your clit to lull her to sleep

If She's excited, she'll pour it out while licking your slit

If She's angry, she'll take it out on your poor pussy

Today was one of the days where she was exhausted

Having just come home from work all she could think about was you and your sweet cunt

When she walked into your shared bedroom, she saw you sleeping

You mustv'e come home from hanging out with your friends as your outfit would have only been appropriate for a club setting

Shinobu was going to let you sleep, she truly was

But staring at your thick thighs, spilling out of your tiny little skirt made her drop down onto her knees

Shinobu chuckled as she spread your legs, your bare pussy staring back at her, you had no panties on. “Slut” she mumbled to herself. She let her thumb trace over your cunt, eyes flickering between your most private part and your face to see if you were still asleep. She leaned down to lick a long stripe from your hole to your clit, watching as your face scrunched up in your sleep. As she got lost in the feeling of eating you out, her eyes fluttered shut and her lips sucked at your clit. Not caring if she woke you up or not. It was only when her thin digits slid into your entrance that you jolted awake, instinctively moaning in a sleepy haze. Your moans turned to whines as your hips ground up into her mouth and down onto her fingers. Shinobu barely noticed you were cumming as she continued to lick on your clit until your hand came to tiredly push her head off of you. She looked up, licking her lips, “Shh baby” she said, kissing your thighs, “Go back to sleep and let me keep eating”

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byunbqbes · 1 year

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HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN

⟶ ft. kuroo, suna, ushijima

♡ kuroo

"kuroo? kuroo testurou?"

kuroo whips around, ready to apologise to whoever that the nekoma volleyball team is currently rushing to catch their bus back to school, when he's suddenly hit with...

kuroo's jaw drops.

he doesn't even know how to describe what he's seeing. all he knows is that he's currently staring at the girl of his dreams.

"um, could i take a video with you?" you give him a tentative grin, before rocking back on your heels, adding, "and if it's okay, could you wish my friend to get well soon?"

kuroo immediately closes his mouth, aware that he looks completely stupid in front of the cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. he gazes at you with his iconic half-lidded eyes, hoping he sounds more confident than the way his heart is clenching in his chest, "oh? a video? and what's your friend's name?"

"misaki! she's your biggest fan but she couldn't be here because she's sick today." kuroo nods empathetically at your explanation, internally swooning because you're going to such lengths for your sick friend? that is so cute.

"sure! a video's nothing! hang on - kenma, help us take a video!"

kenma turns around, about to protest how they have no more time to entertain fangirls when he sees kuroo slinging an arm around you. kuroo shoots kenma a pleading look and kenma finds himself sighing because, of course, kuroo is absolute putty for pretty girls.

when coach nekomata calls for kuroo and kenma, kuroo frowns as he removes his arm around your waist, before he gets an idea.

he leans in closer to you, pressing something into your hands, smirking, "return this to me in school."

before you can even open your mouth and protest, kuroo's gone.

you look down in your hands and see his nekoma jacket crumpling between your fingers as you giggle to yourself.

♡ suna

suna is normally cool as a cucumber, eyes glued to his phone nonchalantly whenever a group of fangirls approach his teammates and gush animatedly.

normally.

he thinks he's being slick when he sneaks a few glances your way, heart clenching in his chest as he sees you move closer - or rather sees your friends drag you towards...him?

suna quickly assesses his situation and scans the area around him - no, the miya twins were not around him. this could only mean one thing - you're headed straight in his direction.

before he has the time to really freak out about an angel of a girl approaching him, you're already getting pushed towards him, with your friends' soft snickers in the background. and you're beaming up at him softly.

he feels his heart in his throat when he hears you repeat, gesturing to your friend who's holding up a polaroid camera, "are you okay to take a photo with me?"

okay? fuck. he is more than okay.

suna blinks, regaining a little composure. straightening his jersey, suna nods at you silently and wraps an arm around your shoulder, hoping you don't hear the way his heart is hammering thunderously against his chest.

holy shit. how do you smell amazing too? what was that - vanilla or something floral?

as suna tries to figure out what exactly is the intoxicating scent wafting around him, the photo is over, a little too fast might he add. he feels you pulling away from him and his arm drops back to his sides.

he knows he sounds uncharacteristically simp-y and even cringes a little at himself, but he knows he will forever regret it if he didn't ask you.

"do you wanna have another photo? with the polaroid camera, i mean."

suna may or may not have left his number behind the second polaroid.

♡ ushijima

"hi!"

ushijima feels a gentle tap on his shoulder right after he hears you. he turns around slowly and -

there is no way you are real.

"hello." he greets, looking stoic in contrast to the way he's internally panicking.

ushijima feels his grip tighten on the volleyball he's holding, taking in the way your eyes shine under the harsh gym lights. he listens to you ramble something about being a fan of his and a reporter as his eyes continue to glaze over your angelic figure, only snapping out of it when he feels kageyama nudging his side.

"so ermmm, what do you do in your free time?" you repeat helpfully, prodding a pen against your notepad.

"uhm." ushijima feels his face heating up. "i take care of my plants."

you're immediately gasping, "no way! i'm a plant mom too!"

"oh, uhhh," ushijima swallows, growing impossibly redder at the revelation of your shared hobby, "what do you grow?"

"roses!"

of course. that suits you, he thinks, pretty flowers for a pretty girl.

before ushijima knows it, he's spluttering nervously, "there's...actually a nursery around here..."

you look up from your notepad, eyes crinkling excitedly as you listen to ushijima explain how to get there. but after a couple of failed descriptions, ushijima scratches his head, "i-if you're not too busy afterwards, i could take you there?"

your eyes widen at the insinuation, before you nod shyly and give ushijima a small smile, which he finds himself melting at.

did ushijima just score himself a date? maybe.

is he complaining? oh hell no.

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candylix · 6 days

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one little lie | hyung line (part 2)

Pairing • FWB!Minho x Fem!Reader x Hyung Line

A/N • This is part 2 (of 3) of the fic! You can read the first part here.

Summary • The boys have one rule in their shared apartment. Don't bring girls over for sex. So when Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin walk in on Minho fucking the living daylights out of you in the living room, he has to lie to save his own skin. His excuse? That's not a girl under him... you're a sex robot. And now they all want to try you out.

Genre • smut, sci-fi ish? (sex robots are a thing in this world that people know about and use)

WC • 3.1k

Content • reader pretends to be a sex robot, free use, dubcon, groping, nipple play, boob sex, orgasm denial, edging, riding, daddy kink, threesome, tiny bit of overstim, Minho discovers he's really into watching you get fucked by other people.

Minho walks you out of the bathroom, and you head to Hyunjin's room. You're walking through his apartment naked, about to be handed off to his roommate for sex, and somehow you're more okay with it than you were earlier. Minho knocks on Hyunjin's bedroom door, and when it swings open to reveal a gorgeous man wearing only his boxers, you can feel you core start to throb in anticipation.

"Thank you for the delivery," Hyunjin says. He grabs your shoulders to pull you towards him, but Minho doesn't let go.

"Be careful with her, she's still sensitive after Changbin."

Hyunjin pauses at that statement.

"How can she be sensitive, she's a robot," he asks, and Minho tuts at him.

"I told you, she's very realistic. I couldn't even clean her up without her twitching every time I touched her."

Literally not true, but you couldn't complain out loud.

"I promise I'll be gentle. Happy?" he says, and Minho rolls his eyes.

He pulls your body towards him, and Minho reluctantly gives you away to him. He buries your face in his chest, wrapping his arms around your torso, and drags you away to his bed. Hyunjin looks back to his door, where Minho is still waiting.

"Are you planning on standing there? Close the door."

"Oh, right," he says, and hits his hand on the door frame before grabbing the handle to close the door.

His bed is in the corner of the room, and he props you up against a wall. You sit on his bed in front of him, and he admires your body.

"This is so fucking realistic, holy shit."

He spreads your legs, and takes a seat between them. His eyes are glued to your chest. He takes your boobs in his hands, weighing them, and then bouncing them. He plays with your tits, squeezing, pulling, pushing them together, pinching your nipples, exploring everything he can do with them. He's like a kid in a candy shop, if the kid was a grown man and the candy was your boobs.

Finally, he brings his mouth to one of your nipples, and you feel his tongue lick circles around it and over it until it's erect. He lightly bites it, and you yelp.

"Oh, that gets you vocal, huh? Interesting."

He goes back to teasing your nipple, licking and nipping, experimenting with what else causes you to make noise. He fondles one of your boobs with his hand while sucking on the opposite nipple, and he finally gets you to let out a quiet moan. Satisfied with himself, he turns to move.

He hops off the bed, and as he pulls down his boxers, you get a full view of his dick. It's not as thick as Changbin's, but it's long. You can feel yourself leaking from the sight of it.

He steps back to the bed, and lays you flat on your back. He climbs on top of you, straddling your waist, and lies down on top of you, burying his face into your chest. His long dick presses against your core, throbbing against you as he gropes your breasts. You whimper at the contact. You want nothing more than for him to start already. You can feel him stiffen up as he fondles you, and his body starts mindlessly rocking. His dick drag itself over your pussy as he rocks, and he pinches your nipples, earning another yelp from you.

He suddenly stops, and grabs your wrists. He lifts your arms up to your chest, and places your hands on your boobs to push them together. He lets go of you, and when your hands stay where they are, he smiles.

"Whoa, that worked."

He snuggles into your tits for a while, feeling how soft you were under him. When he's done, he moves his body, and you feel his dick slide away from your pussy. He straddles your stomach, and positions his cock between your tits. He slides it in, and you feel how hard he is already. Your boobs wrap around his dick, and it throbs inside your soft mounds. He hovers over you, with his arms on either side of your head as he holds himself up.

With a steady roll of his hips, he moans softly as he thrusts his long cock into you, the tip poking out the other side before getting sucked back in. He slowly rocks into you, feeling the way his stiff cock drags against your plush flesh. He wants to feel every inch of himself between your boobs, and he watches as they jiggle with every thrust.

His arousal grows at the sight, and he groans as he rocks into you faster. You press your boobs together harder, fully enveloping his dick and overwhelming his senses with the increased pressure.

"Fuck," he moans, and bucks into you desperately.

Your entire body rocks under him as he fucks your tits faster, humping your chest with all his energy. The movement of your body under him and his loud moans has your core pulsing intensely, and you want nothing more than to have him thrusting inside your pussy. You can't even touch yourself with him on top of you like this, with your hands busy holding together your boobs while he fucks them. The entire bed rocks with him, creaking louder with every thrust.

A string of 'fuck, fuck, fuck' escapes his lips each time his dick buries itself into your tits, getting louder as the feeling builds.

Your boobs push and pull against you, bouncing in rhythm with his hard cock as it grinds against your chest. He moans louder as he feels his orgasm coming, and he increases the speed of his humping, which only shakes your boobs harder. A groan slips out of you at the sensation, and the sound takes him over the edge.

With a loud moan, his cum splatters across your chest and onto your neck as he reaches his climax. The creaks of the bed get quieter as he slows down, and his rocking gets softer and softer as he rides out his high. He finally finishes, and he pulls out his dick from between your breasts.

He doesn't pull your hands away, though, and lays down on top of you, his face buried in your chest. His thigh sits in between your legs, pressing against your bare cunt. You want to hump into him, feel anything to relieve yourself. You're wet, pulsing, and can't do anything about it.

Finally, he rolls off of you, panting in exhaustion.

"Shit, I forgot to set my name," he says, and you desperately wish he remembered so he could stuff his long cock into you. "Next time."

You don't want him to do it next time, you want him to do it now.

But you can't tell him that, and can't touch yourself, so you're left entirely at the whims of the man breathing heavily beside you.

"God," he says, in between breaths, "that was fun." His hand is back on your boob, kneading it softly. "I can't give you back to Jisung."

He fondles you, rubbing your nipple with his index finger. You're so sensitive that the slightest touch makes you whimper, which only makes him want to touch it more. After a few excruciating minutes of Hyunjin unknowingly edging you, you hear hard knocking at his door.

"Hyunjin, give her back!" Minho yells.

"No!" Hyunjin yells back, and Minho barges into the room. He sees Hyunjin, naked and playing with your boob, and he feels the same way as when he saw you leaking on Changbin's bed— arousal. And he has no idea why. Hyunjin quickly sits up to cover himself with a pillow, and you're finally released from his grasp.

"You can't just come in here!" Hyunjin says, but Minho ignores him, and walks over to the bed. He looks to the cum stain on your chest, and it's hard not to notice his bulge growing.

"Yes I can. You didn't even lock the door," he says, ignoring the throbbing in his pants.

He pulls you up off the bed, and Hyunjin just huffs in disappointment, but doesn't stop Minho from taking you away. You walk back to the bathroom, which has now become your refuge, and the only place you can actually talk. Minho is already wiping your neck before you can even sit down.

"Two down, one to go. How're you feeling? Was he gentle?"

Hyunjin didn't touch your aching core, so you were feeling extremely needy and not entirely of sound mind.

"Worse than gentle. If I don't get something in me right now, I might explode," you say. You don't even care how insane you sound at this point.

You reach for the zipper of Minho's pants and pull it down, but he grabs your wrists before you can go any further.

"Whoa, slow down. Save that for Chan."

"Minho, please," you whine. He's still holding you, so you can't even touch yourself to relieve the ache.

"Wait just a little bit longer."

You pout at his command, but comply. You resist the growing urge to hump his leg. He holds both your wrists in one hand, while the other wipes the rest of the cum off your collarbone and chest. He takes his time with it, and you think he's going intentionally slow just to mess with you.

"See, that wasn't so bad, right?" he says, finally finished cleaning you up. "Now we can go see Chan."

He opens the door, and walks you back to the living room where Chan is waiting. Neither Changbin nor Hyunjin are there, so you assume they're still recovering in their rooms.

Chan stands up when he sees you walk in.

"I'll help you bring her to my room," he says, and he and Minho take you to your last destination.

"Where are we putting her?" Minho asks, and Chan hesitates.

"Actually... do you know if she can... ride people?" he says bashfully.

Minho looks at you, but you give no visible response. Not that you'd be able to.

"I don't know... probably not. She'd need help moving on you."

"Oh..." Chan says, looking defeated. "I guess we can just put her on my bed."

"Wait-" Minho interjects. His mouth is faster than his brain. "I could help you."

"What?"

"Like... with having her ride you. I can help."

Chan's face goes red.

"But that would mean having you watch me."

"That's not a big deal, right? Just bros helping bros. You want her to ride you, and I'll get her to do it."

Chan stares at him for a moment, debating in his mind if he wants this or not.

"Ok," he finally responds, "just bros helping bros."

Chan sits down on his office chair, and slides off his sweatpants and briefs. Minho moves you in front of him while Chan jerks himself off, just enough to get hard. His dick is big and leaking precum, and you're excited to have it inside you. You'd be excited to have anything inside you at this moment, but Chan looks tantalizing, sitting there with his hard cock out, just for you. He holds up his dick, waiting for you to sit on him.

"Remember to set your name when you're inside her," Minho reminds him.

"Right."

He lowers you down onto Chan, and you're finally about to get some relief. You're still extremely wet from your last encounter, so you slide onto him easily. He groans at the overflowing juices surrounding his cock, and how easily he's able to get himself inside you. He quickly fills you up, and he hits a sensitive bundle of nerves. You want to bounce on him, feel him hit that spot again and again, but you know you aren't allowed to move until Minho moves you. It's agonizing.

"Daddy," Chan says, surprising you and Minho both.

"Daddy," you moan, and you feel his dick throb at the sound of your voice.

"Daddy?" Minho asks. "I didn't know you were into that."

"Are you here to assist or make commentary?" Chan says, annoyed at his interruption.

"Sorry," Minho says, and stops talking.

Chan lifts up your arms, placing your hands on his shoulders, and lays his own on the armrests of his chair. Minho grabs your ass, and lifts you slightly. You feel Chan's cock slipping out of you, and you clench at the slow loss of contact, making Chan groan. Then Minho drops you back on his lap, and his dick spears your sensitive spot, causing you to moan loudly. You're finally getting the relief you've been whining about. Minho picks you up again, lifting you up and down on Chan's cock, and Chan's knuckles turn white as he grips the armrests.

You have no control over the pace of your bouncing, relying on Minho to lift you up and lower you down. But he does a good job, and every time Chan fills you up, your impending orgasm comes closer.

"Faster," Chan moans, and Minho picks up speed. He slides you down faster on Chan's dick, and it hits the right spot particularly hard.

"Daddy," you moan, and Chan's head goes back. He rolls his hips into you, increasing the impact against your pussy. His dick forces his way into you, and he's thick enough to rub against all of your walls as he penetrates you harder and harder. You can't help but to buck your hips into him, lifting yourself up and into him.

Minho doesn't have to do much now, you're moving all on your own, and Chan is too fucked out to notice, but he keeps his hands on your ass to sell it anyway. He leans his hips closer to you, and you feel his dick press against your ass as you bounce on Chan. You rub into him, and Minho moans against the friction.

You're very close now. You yell out 'daddy' with every thrust he makes into you, and Chan is a moaning mess on the chair. He can barely keep his eyes open anymore. The pleasure takes over his mind, and he bucks into you faster, completely uncoordinated with the pace of your bouncing. His thrusts penetrate you at erratic intervals, causing you to moan louder every time his cock buries itself fully in you. You can't think straight anymore, all you can do is submit to the feeling and yell out 'daddy' over and over again.

The only one still functioning is Minho, who's extremely turned on watching you fuck yourself on Chan's massive cock. He wished he could see the expression on your face every time Chan's dick rams into you, but hearing you loudly moaning is enough to know you're loving it. He's still grinding himself against your ass, and he can feel his own orgasm coming. But he knows if he cums now, he wont be able to hold you up and watch you cum on Chan's lap, so he stands back away from you. His dick throbs in his pants, but he knows he'll relieve himself later.

Chan continues bucking into you at an erratic pace, and every time his dick bottoms you out, you moan louder. You can feel your orgasm coming, and with one last thrust into your g-spot, you reach your climax.

"Daddy," you moan, clenching your walls against him, and a wave of liquid flushes out of you, drenching his cock with your cum.

"Oh my god," he moans out, feeling your juices spurt out of your pussy and onto his body. He grabs your hips, and rams into you harder, not letting you have a moment of rest as you come down from your high. His pace is unrelenting, and you spasm on his body as he thrusts into you. You hold onto his shoulder, trying to keep yourself up. He doesn't stop, and Minho helps him bounce you faster on his throbbing cock. The feeling overwhelms you, and you can't control your moans as he slams his dick into your sensitive cunt.

His own climax finally comes, and white hot liquid fills your pussy as he finally slows down. Minho's gently lowers you down, holding your ass as he hovers you over Chan's lap. Chan keeps humping into you, thrusts getting weaker as he rides out his high. Finally, he stops, and Minho lowers you down completely on him. Chan bottoms you out, but you're both too tired to do anything more. Chan leans back on his chair, and you lean back onto Minho.

"Fuck," is all Chan manages to say.

Minho begins to lift you up, and the movement of Chan's dick slipping out of you causes you to twitch, while Chan groans. He lifts you up completely, and your legs feel like jelly. Luckily, Minho is there to keep you standing.

He helps you walk, using considerably more effort than before. Before you leave, Chan calls out to him.

"Thanks... that was amazing."

Minho gives him an awkward thumbs up, and you both leave the room.

You collapse onto the toilet seat when you arrive at the bathroom.

"I'm gonna go get your clothes. You... catch your breath."

You can only nod in response, too tired to speak, and he leaves you there.

You can feel your mind clear, and your pussy leak with Chan's cum.

It's done. Minho's roommates have all fucked you, used you the way they wanted. Jisung would be here soon, and you could finally leave this all behind. You no longer had to pretend to be a sex robot.

So why did you feel disappointed?

The door opens, and Minho has your clothes in hand, and a visible erection in his pants.

You snicker at him.

"I didn't know you were into cucking, Minho."

"What? No I'm not."

"You literally volunteered to help Chan fuck me."

His cheeks go red, and he can't look you in the eye.

"W-well, you seemed to like having them fuck you like a sex doll."

"I was just acting," you say, and this time it's your turn to blush at his accusation.

"Was it acting when you were screaming Changbin's name? Or when you were moaning daddy, daddy-"

"Ok! Stop!" you say, waving your arms to get him to stop talking. "We both discovered something about ourselves today."

"I guess we did," he responds, and places your clothes on the counter. He uses a fresh towel to wipe you down, and you get dressed.

"Jisung should be here any second," Minho says.

One last time, he opens the bathroom door, and walks you out.

read part 3 here

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abbyscherry · 5 months

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tribbing with abby... pretty please with sprinkles on top? 🤲

yes 😋 it’s more sub!abby hey <3 18+

her hands are everywhere, one minute she has one gently wrapped around your throat as she grinds her cunt against yours, then both of them are squeezing at your tits, pinching your hard nipples between her fingers, strings of grunts and moans slipping past her lips with her head thrown back, strands of blonde hair sticking to her forehead. Your own hands gripping onto her hip and arm for dear life, panting heavily while you’re eyes were glued up at her, lost in her world at the feeling of you.

Tears weld up in your eyes due to the amount of pleasure that was going through your body, slightly embarrassed with how loud the crude sounds of yours and her cunt were making in the almost quiet room. it was pornographic, so loud that you could feel the blood rushing to your ears and you could do nothing but hold onto her tighter, “Abs” you moan out breathlessly, fingernails digging into her skin.

“I know baby” was her reply, so soft and sweet all around as her hands squeezed at your tits a little more, the movement of her hips picking up a little harder tears another string of moans from you, head trying to bury itself more into the pillow behind you. “look so pretty like this, pussy feels so good” she mutters, eyebrows furrowed forward and jaw clenched.

She was so beautiful like this, on top and taking what she needed.

You would give her everything, all she needed to do was ask.

“baby baby baby” She chants, eyes dropping and flickering down to see how her cunt was perfectly slotted against yours, the wet sounds coming from between were obscene, her damp hair falling over her shoulders, some down her back as she harshly grinds her pussy against yours like she hasn’t felt or touched you in months.

Her hands pull yours from her hips, placing them on her tits and her blue eyes lock with yours at the movement of you squeezing them, panting softly from below. Her lips were now swollen from how badly she was biting and licking them, almost cracking and drawing blood, but her eyes were focused on yours, adoring how beautiful you looked underneath her.

“Fuck— Abby you’re so beautiful” You whisper, tearing a moan from her pretty lips when you pinch at her hard nipples, grinding up against her. “my pretty girl”

Screwing her eyes shut tightly and throwing her head back, one hand squeezes the one you had on her tits, and the other presses against your lower stomach, fucking herself against you harsher, moan after moan slipping past your lips “m’gonna cum, baby”

It was hard to give her any kind of response with how she was rocking her hips, her cunt perfectly hitting yours, and badly she had forgotten about your pleasure and is now only thinking of hers. A thin sheet of sweat covered both your bodies, her lips parted and the mixture of her pretty moans, and whines as well as your own filled the bedroom quickly. “so fucking pretty, look so hot fucking yourself against my pussy, Abs”

“need to cum— shit, please baby”

“yeah, i know but you can hold it just for a bit longer can’t you, baby? my best girl, just a little more and you can, i promise”

#ೃ⁀➷ mail received #୨୧ anonymous #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us

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elsprincess · 4 months

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ellie’s sat across from u, torturing u by slowly stroking her cock with that shit eating grin on her face

her dark stare glued to ur needy eyes, “need ur help” she licks her lips, and u practically jump to her lap

“eager lil thing, aren’t u?” she widens her manspread n pats her lap with her free hand

her cold hands guide ur hips down onto her silicone member, slowly pushing her inches inside of u

ellie sucks her teeth, drawing in a long sigh and exhaling at the sight of ur perfect tits in front of her face

u start to bounce a lil and ellie smacks ur ass, “aww so desperate bun, can’t wait hmm?” her grip on ur hips is firm and almost bruising, holding u still in place

“just sit there and be pretty” she kisses ur collarbone, sucking a purple patch to ur soft skin

ur creamy slick is dripping onto her fluffy bush and sticking to the base of her strap, “keepin’ me so warm baby”

ellie’s kisses move up to ur mouth, the feeling of her cock painfully motionless inside of u, lightly tapping ur tight walls as ur bodies rock back n forth in heat of ur lips crashing against each other

ur grinding down onto her, whining and so desperate for more movement, for more ellie

her fingers meet the front of ur neck, “stay still” she warns as she tightens her grasp around ur throat

“i’ll fuck u when i’m ready” she hisses, that devious smirk still plastered across her face

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfic

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taintedtort · 3 months

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scaramouche trying to praise you during sex because you arent comfy w degredation and he gets all awkward and shit!! -💗ANON

" PRAISE, PLEASE? "

summary. you ask for praise and he gets nervy

character. scaramouche

warnings. afab!reader, SMUT!!, degrading near the beginning, praise

a/n. this has been in my inbox for so long, i’m so sorry 💗 anon! i’ve been meaning to right it for a while, but here it is finally. hope you like it! (i think it’s lowkey ass, im so sorry)

"fuck— you feel so good… such a slutty pussy," SCARAMOUCHE grunts, his hands gripping your hips as he pushes his cock into you over and over. it feels good, obviously, but his usual degrading words are bothering you a bit more this time.

"so greedy, sucking me in like a pathetic whore," he groans, his eyes glued to where you’re connected. he watches as he slides in and out of you, his length shiny with your arousal.

"scara…" you mewl, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. he leans over your body, his face getting closer to yours. he opens his mouth to say more, but you cut him off before he can get a word out.

"can you, uhm— praise me instead? i don’t really like the degrading all that much," you confess, mumbling through your pleasure filled moans. his thrusts come to a stop, and he looks at you with furrowed brows.

he’s hit with a short wave of guilt. he always tends to degrade you, as it just comes naturally, but with the new knowledge that you don’t like it, he feels determined to correct himself and make you feel good. he can be selfish, but he‘d never want to intentionally ignore your wishes and make you sad. he’d do anything you asked, even if it made him feel awkward.

"i… i can try, i guess," he resumes his movements, and you can tell he’s going much softer now than he was before. he’s silently worried he hurt your feelings, so he racks his brain to think of something nicer to say.

he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, mainly focusing on your cheeks and forehead. you can’t help but smile, appreciating that he’s trying to be nicer even though it doesn’t necessarily come naturally to him.

"i love seeing you under me like this, you look so pretty," he mumbles, and you swear you see his cheeks go a bit pink. he’s not looking at you, his eyes trailing over your body instead, trying to distract himself from his rising blush.

your body relaxes against the bed, letting his compliment sink in as your pleasure slowly builds. he keeps his pace quick, but his hips are no longer roughly slamming into yours. you certainly don’t mind the change, taking the opportunity to run your fingers through his silky hair.

"shit— you feel amazing, made just for me, all of you," he breathes out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip to keep his moans muffled. he buries his face into your neck, placing kisses and gentle nips to the skin there.

he‘s mainly trying to hide how awkward he is, and you know that, but you appreciate him trying. the thought of him going out of his comfort zone just to please you makes your head fuzzy and causes your orgasm to build quickly.

you jolt and moan louder when you suddenly feel two fingers press against your clit, rubbing quick circles to match his thrusts.

"scara! 'm gonna— ah! gonna cum!" you whine, seeing him nod encouragingly. he starts to go harder, fucking into you with the force that he normally does. your body rocks with each thrust, little squeaks and moans forcing themselves out of your throat.

"cum for me, sweet girl. make a mess on my cock," he grunts, his own release rapidly building as he watches you fall apart underneath him.

"fu—fuck! scara!" your moans increase in pitch as you teeter over the edge, dangerously close. your pussy throbs around him, making him hiss in pleasure.

"that’s my good girl," he mumbles, almost like he’s saying it to himself, but you hear it. his praise is what finally pushes you to your release, squirming on the bed before you finally cum around his cock.

he watches as your eyes roll back, your mouth popping open in a silent moan. he groans at the sight, loving the faces and sounds you make when your consumed with pleasure.

"you’re so cute when you cum like that," he grunts, chasing his own orgasm now. you can’t help but smile dumbly at his strained words, a bit dazed as you slowly come down from your high.

you watch as SCARAMOUCHE grows closer and closer, his face scrunching up in concentration and pleasure. you’re now able to hear the little sighs and groans he lets out, your own moans not drowning him out anymore.

"cum inside me… please?" his eyes snap to yours when he hears that. the thought of making a mess of your pussy has him cumming almost instantly.

he pushes his hips flush against you, shoving his cock deep in your cunt as he fills you, both of you letting out a moan.

"fuck… love this pussy so much." you giggle at how breathless and pleasure drunk he sounds, his eyes half lidded with a small blush on his cheeks.

after a moment of catching your breath, SCARAMOUCHE pulls out slowly, his eyes locked on where his cum drips out of you. it falls onto the bedsheets below, but he doesn’t seem to notice nor care. he takes in the view of you sprawled out on the bed, your body naked and slightly sweaty. all for him.

the knowledge that you’re his has his body heating once more, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looks up at your tired expression.

"again."

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ellavatorz · 1 year

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Kiss me Plenty || c.b. x reader

summary: you play the “I can’t stop kissing you,” prank on colby.

tags/cw: implied smut, kisses (lots of ‘em), tooth-rotting sweet fluff, established relationship, youtuber(s) relationship.

a/n: there isn’t much for me to say except that I have a very strong yearn for colby to be kissed 24/7. if that man isn’t being kissed at every second of the day like he deserves, then the world is a cruel joke of a place.

and a huge thank you to everyone who enjoyed my last work, you guys are so sweet T.T happy holidays!

- - -

You have the camera set up first thing in the morning. It’s hidden out of visible-sight and is focused on Colby’s usual spot; his desk, where he normally films intros to videos amongst other tasks in respect to his shared channel with Sam.

The plot of your video to be filmed today is explained to your audience. All while a grin is spread on your lips. “Today’s goal is to annoy the shit out of Colby by kissing the hell out of him. I don’t know how he’ll react considering he’s hyper-affectionate as it is… but its also normally something he does rather than me initiating it. So maybe he’ll suspect something right off the bat? Who knows!”

By the time Colby has migrated from your shared bed to his desk, you’re just outside the door, anxiously prepared for whatever may come of the situation. Without much of an extravagant entrance, you move toward where he is and stand behind him. His eyes are glued to the screen and you pretend to seem intrigued by whatever it is he’s looking at.

A yawn escapes his mouth as he reaches an arm behind himself, subconsciously searching for any part of you to grasp onto and reel in. “Good morning, baby.” He rasps, last night’s rest still grappling at his body.

“Morning,” you reply, allowing him to pull you closer. You take this as an advantage to wrap your arms around his shoulders from where you now stand beside him. “What are you working on today?”

Colby’s gaze is still caught on the screen when his own arm is snaked around your waist. His eyes flicker from one end to another, clearly focused on whatever he’s reading. “Just emails right now. I have a bit of review and editing tasks to get done on the apparel website too..”

“Ah, I see.” You sigh. Your eyes flash a mischievous glint toward the camera before you begin leaning into his space to plant a soft peck to his cheek. “Do you need anything? Water? Snacks?”

Still enraptured by work, he acknowledges your question half-heartedly. “No, love. Thank you though.”

You feign a frown at his response and begin swaying his chair left to right when the hold on your waist is replaced by the computer’s mouse. He scrolls through several pages, reading what he can manage to as you continue rocking his chair.

“What time do you think you’ll be done?” You question innocently, though you both are aware that his work is capable of enveloping the entirety of his day. He shrugs, too focused to respond. You take this as an opportunity to leave a kiss on the crown of his head, moving behind his chair to loosely circle your arms around his neck. “I think I’m gonna finish my Christmas shopping while you’re still here.”

He hums and it’s evident that he isn’t regarding your presence to the full extent that it’s normally at. You huff and lean over his shoulder to litter butterfly-light kisses along the side of his neck. He unconsciously cranes his neck, providing you with more access to the skin.

“Shouldn’t you come and eat breakfast first? You haven’t eaten anything.” You ponder aloud, and this time, he shakes his head.

“I’m fine, babe.“ he mutters, eyes squinting in the analysis of his emails. Your tongue comes out to swipe at your lips, wetting them before leaning further into his space and kissing him straight on the mouth. At this, he cocks his head to the side, granting you access for more.

You continue to press into him, feeling accomplished when you realize that now he’s fully focused on you. The kiss is languid and feels good enough to praise, but before you can fully enjoy it, Colby is pulling away with a pitiful smile. You don’t even have to question him because he’s apologizing in an instant.

“I’m sorry, petal. I really have to get these things done. I promise as soon as I get this out of the way, I’m all yours.” He says and you can’t help but feel a tug at your heart. God, he really is the cutest. With the way his eyes glimmer at you, you’re confident with the idea that this man could un-alive your childhood pet and get away with it by just looking at you with those damned ocean eyes.

“Just a minute more?” shaking off the thought of ending the video early out of awe for your boyfriend, you continue your antics. You plead instead, batting your lashes tauntingly while returning to his side.

He blinks owlishly at you and ultimately accepts, pulling you into his lap by the hips and allowing you to straddle him comfortably. You grin, wasting no time and diving straight in for a passionate kiss. His hands snake around you to land on your ass, giving a gentle squeeze to which you groan into his lips for.

For a second, you’re convinced that this moment would last for an eternity with the pace that he’s taking. Theres not a doubt that he’d absolutely waste an entire day just to kiss you, and in this case you want this to be one of those days. His kiss is smooth, gentle, yet fierce and meaningful. Your hands move on their own accord; one pressing into the broad of his chest and the other entangling into his hair.

There’s a moan serenading your ears after a few rough tugs to the strands on his head. However, before you know it, he’s giving you one last playful tug to your lip and placing a good space between the two of you. While you’re grateful for this moment to breathe, you also fall clueless as to why the hell he stopped.. until, of course, you remember that you’re filming a video, and he’s working. Hello!

“Do you know how distracting you can be?” Colby chuckles, and you take a few seconds to take in his appearance; hair tussled, eyes dark and dilated, lips swollen with a few teeth indentations caused due to your own accord. You almost want to spend the rest of the video admiring your work, but conclude that the show must go on.

“What ever do you mean, coleslaw?” You quip, pushing against his hands from where they’ve been placed on your shoulders to distance you from him.

He immediately motions for you to get off of him, his hands already shoving at your chest. “Coleslaw? You’re done. Get off of me.”

You laugh and reluctantly remove yourself from his lap only to make an attempt at lifting him up with you. As if knowing exactly what you’re about to do, he drops his weight into his chair. You grunt, tugging on his arms with all your might. He doesn’t budge.

“Baby,” you whine, and add a childish stomp for emphasis. “Can’t you just take today off to spend time with me? Please?”

He falls limp at your words, tossing his head back against the chair’s headrest and huffs in thought. “We already hung out yesterday. The entire day! What do you want to do anyway?”

Pouting, you take advantage of his loose posture to throne his lap once more. Again, circling his neck with your arms and trying to pull him impossibly closer. Though, he does his best to keep a stoic expression and an emotional stiffness to prevent persuasion.

“I miss you,” the words seemingly fall on deaf ears as he remains unfazed, eyes wandering around the room; in other words, anywhere but you. “..just wanted to kiss you today.. but i guess you don’t want my kisses. guess I’ll just find someone else who does—“

His sigh mimics one of defeat. His hold on your tightens in protectiveness, as if afraid you may be taken from him. You begin to feel that bubble of mischief rising to your cheeks, tugging your lips into a smile. Yes! It’s working!

“One more kiss, and i seriously have to get back to work, okay?” He gambles, and suddenly your smile is fading into a frown. He directs his stare back to you, a small quirk at the corner of his mouth. “What, isn’t that what you want? Take it or leave it, baby.”

You bare your teeth in grimace, eyes twinkling with competitiveness before you dive in. Planting your lips on his, you nip and lap at the opening he gives you. Without much hesitance, he’s reciprocating in eagerness. Your tongues dance in the heat of the moment, teeth clashing with force. It’s clear how much you two want each other. And it’s even more evident just how far you’re willing to go for it.

“God, what’s gotten into you?” He manages to slur through the daze you’ve entrapped him in. The intimacy in the kiss exceeds even deeper when you apply pressure against his crotch, gaining a desperate reaction in return. He whimpers against your lips, bringing you impossibly closer to his form as he ruts against you.

“just.. really.. want.. you.” Your voice tapers off into a moan with each breath you take in between. And that’s when you realize. Oh shit. he’s hard.

A probing feeling at your clothed entrance is all it takes for you to pull back and freeze, hands instantly darting for the camera from where it was hidden just a few minutes ago. You focus the rest of the footage toward you, regarding your boyfriend’s lustful daze as a sign to come clean. Placing one hand on his cheek while the other holds the camera, you give a breathy and worried giggle.

“Are you—“ you start, motioning toward the evident tent in his sweats. His eyes waver from your face for a mere second to assess the situation before returning to you. “Colby?”

“Is this is a prank?” He mumbles, cocking his head toward the camera in your hand. You nod, curtaining your smile by placing a palm over your mouth. “Oh,”

“Colby, It’s a prank. I didn’t expect it to go this far!” You admit, and suddenly the giddiness you had been shielding from escaping you throughout the video is released. You laugh in embarrassment. “Oh my gosh. Guys, if you saw anything…. No you didn’t. Haha! But seriously, my poor baby suffered today so if you enjoyed the video, be sure to like and subscribe. Until next time, bye!”

The moment the video comes to an end, Colby is cursing you up and down for the scheme you had hidden from him. However, his scolding shortly concludes with a soft, and admittedly disappointing, “—had me all excited..”

“Oh my poor baby,” you coo, both of you now free from an audience’s presence via camera. Holding his face in your hands, you apply pressure to his cheeks, forcing his lips to pucker when you go in for a gentle kiss. “‘M sorry. The fans really wanted to see what you’d do.”

“Well now they know, so can we please not do that again. you’re very irresistible and convincing you know that?”

You press a gentle peck to his cheek and huff. “Yeah I’ve heard it a few times from my boyfriend.”

“Wow. I feel bad for your boyfriend.” Colby jokes playfully.

“Do you? Hm. Guess I should be a little nicer to him.”

“Maybe.” He pouts his lips toward you, proceeding to lift you from where the two of you sit on his office chair. Your legs wrap around his middle as he travels toward your shared bed. “I think your boyfriend deserves it.”

“I think so too,” you smile. Continuing from where you had left off, you both spend the rest of the morning doing exactly as you begged for; spending the day together. And making out, of course. And maybe a little more than that.

#colby brock fanfic #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock x you #colby brock blurb #colby brock

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thebearer · 10 months

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PLEASEEEE write about carmy trying to put a baby in reader 🙏🙏🙏

minors dni 18+ also i'm doing two versions of this, this is just the first one since i had another ask for this lol

Carmen barely looked up, seeing you walk through the swinging doors back into the restaurant. Normally, he'd be worried that you were here, coming in unannounced before the dinner rush, his mind would race and tell him something was wrong. Today he knew better, he knew exactly why you were here.

"Hey, Sydney." Carmen muttered, scraping the prepped vegetables into the container, his eyes locking with yours. "I need you to cover for me, Chef."

"Ok..." Sydney muttered, looking from you and Carmen. "Are you good, Chef?"

"What? Yeah, no, yeah. I-I'm good. I just... Gotta order some stuff, and-and I just got a lot of office stuff I need to do." Carmen rambled, cheeks heating with each stammered word.

Sydney was suspect, especially with the way you were looking at each other, but she shrugged it off. "I got it, Chef." She nodded, checking off his prep on her clipboard.

"Good. Uh, if you need me just uh, knock and I'll come out." Carmen nodded, ignoring how her face contorted into disgust, practically sprinting to his office.

You were already waiting inside, dropping your purse on the couch, eyeing Carmen hungrily when he shut the door, twisting the lock behind him. "We don't have long." Carmen muttered, tearing off his apron.

"I don't need long." You hummed, pushing your shorts to the ground, letting them puddle around your ankles.

"You gotta be quiet, baby." Carmen looked at you, eyes glued on your puffy lips, drooling and teasing him when you bent over the couch, nose practically touching the wall.

"I can't promise that." You grinned, looking over your shoulder at him. "Hurry up, Berzatto. Before they need you. I need you."

Carmen snorted, palming himself through his boxers, shuffled steps over towards you with one last look over his shoulder. "I got ya, honey." He muttered, pulling himself out and stroking his length. "You sure this is supposed to work?"

"They said as much as possible when you're ovulating." You huffed, wiggling impatiently. You and Carmen had decided to try for a baby, ditching your birth control only last month. Truthfully, you were using the baby making as an excuse to fuck as much as possible, not that you needed much of one when you were ovulating.

"Never thought I'd hear you complain about having sex." You grinned.

Carmen snorted lightly, letting the head of his cock glide between your folds. "Not complaining." He muttered, teasing your entrance gently. "Never complain, baby."

You started to reply, a sharp, witty reply on the tip of your tongue, cut short by him sinking inside you, pushing into you with one long stroke, stretching you out for him. You gasped, pushing your head into your hands, hopeful to muffle the sound coming out of you.

Carmen's hand sunk into your waist, gripping the fat of your hip to bring you back to him, hips rocking slow and steady against yours, the sound of skin slapping skin one he hoped was muffled through the thick walls.

"Fuck, baby, you feel good. So fuckin' good." Carmen grunted lowly, fingers curling around your hip, jaw clenched to keep himself from groaning.

"Oh! That's the spot, Carm, fuck." You whined, back arching further at one particularly hard thrust, jamming that sweet spot inside of you that had your vision blurring, mind blanking in pleasure.

"Shh, be quiet, baby." Carmen hushed, leaning forward, one hand propped on the wall beside you. "Gotta be quiet. Can't let them- shit- can't let them know what we're doin'."

Carmen's hands curled around your waist, cradling your lower belly, feeling the way it flexed when you clenched around him. He could see it, see you all swollen and big with the baby- his baby. The baby he put inside you. It made Carmen's teeth grit, fucking you harder and harder with a new found vigor, a free hand covering your mouth to muffle your cries.

"Can't let them know I'm fuckin' a baby into you." Carmen rasped, hot breath tickling your ear, leaving you shivering. "Gonna put a baby right in here, hm? That's what you want right?"

"Yes." You whined, tears pricking your eyes. He was making you feel so good.

"You want a baby? Want me to give you a baby, huh?" Carmen growled, his hips snapping further and further, pinning you against the couch.

"Please, Carm. Please gimme a baby." You cried, letting your head fall back against his.

"Since you asked so nicely." Carmen smirked, hips snapping up into yours. "Shit, I- you close? You close, baby?"

You nodded, reaching to move his hand, pushing it further until it was cupping your mound. Carmen got the hint, pinching and rolling your clit until you were gasping and writhing in pleasure, his free hand cupping your mouth while his thrusts got sloppier around you.

Carmen pulled you back, pressing on your spine so you were face first into the couch, ass up and high for him while he pounded into you, chest pressed to your spine, until he was spilling inside of you. Pressed so he was flush to your ass, Carmen emptied his load, hot and filling deep inside of you.

"Hang on, hold on," Carmen muttered when you started to move, hands pressing softly to your side. "I didn't... Fuck, we didn't think this one through. You gotta put your legs up, right?"

You nodded, eyes still glossy, skin still flushed and glowing. Carmen snatched the pillow from the other side, setting it in front of you. "Ok, I'm gonna pull out, and I'm gonna catch it, ok? You just, you lay down. Hips on the pillow."

Carmen pulled out slow, pointer and middle finger catching any dribbling release, pushing them back inside you. You whimpered at the sensation, still sensitive, while you moved to lie on the pillow, his fingers still inside you, propping your legs up on the edge of the couch.

"Shit, I forgot a towel. Fuck, let me just, uh, let me go grab one-"

"-'s alright, Carmen." You hummed, looking at him through fluttering lashes that made his heart skip. "I'll just keep it in. The longer the better."

Carmen tried not to gawk, but he knew he was given away by the rise in his cheeks, heat flushing his skin. His groin ached, a dull throb that had him twitching with heat at the idea. "O-Ok." Carmen muttered, pulling his pants up fastening his jeans.

"Let me grab your clothes, baby, I'll put them on for you." Carmen muttered sweetly, gently putting your panties and shorts on, trying to keep your body as still as possible.

Later, the two of you were walking hand in hand into family, giggly and touchy- you could feel him leaking out of you with every step. It made your tummy trill with heat.

"This smells good." You grinned, eyes batting up at Carmen.

"Yeah? I'll get you a plate. Don't worry 'bout it." Carmen muttered, nodding towards a seat for you.

The room had stilled, eyes on the two of you, suspicious and a little questioning. Carmen looked around, blue eyes darting furiously.

"Oh no fuckin' way." Richie cackled, breaking the silence in the room. "Cousin, no way-"

"What? What are you-"

"-Look at you! Both of you!" Richie leaned back, clapping his hands in laughter. "You're sick, cousin. Sick!"

You blushed, the snickers from Fak and Sweeps, the knowing glances from the others. Carmen blushed furiously, glaring at Richie fiercely. Tina smirked, shrugging when she looked at you.

"I'm sure this building's seen worse with Mikey." She muttered.

"That obvious?" You mumbled, looking around the room, shrinking into your seat.

"A little. You got the glow, honey. At least that's a good thing." Tina grinned, nudging you gently.

When you announced your pregnancy three months later, the entire staff swore baby Berzatto was conceived in the office. "Right there, on that fuckin' couch, cousin!"

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shiftythrifting · 22 days

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Shifty finds that came into my thrift I work at! Heavy on the shells and rocks glued to stuff per usual lol

#thrifting #shiftythrifting #submission #indiana #seashells glued to shit #trypophobia #mugs #v punny #needlework #religion #rocks glued to shit

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mykoreanlove · 5 months

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fighting with felix be like

“You’re being ridiculous, y/n.”

His words stung, adding onto the heavy pain you were already feeling. “Am I though? Your ex was with us right there tonight. Am I ridiculous for feeling jealous?” He halted abruptly and turned around. “That is what this is about? You were jealous because of my ex?”

Your eyes were glued to the floor. This was your first relationship, and you had no idea how to navigate tough situations like these. Felix’ gaze softened as he understood why you made his night a living hell.

He embraced you in his arms and kissed your forehead, whispering to you softly. “Sweetums, I had no idea you felt that way. I’m sorry. Please believe me that you have nothing to worry about. My ex is my ex for a reason. Okay?”

His loving eyes pierced through yours and you felt butterflies all over again. You felt stupid for acting like a bitch tonight. Shame flooded your system – you wanted to be a cool girl, not a pathetic one.

You thought about ways to make it up to him. As you fumbled with the zipper of his jeans you looked him deep in the eyes and mumbled your apology. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened in surprise – up to now you hadn’t done something like this before.

Felix was more experienced than you were, he definitely wasn’t timid in bed. But he respected you and gave you all the time you needed. You loved the kissing, licking, groping, or fingering but everything else had been new territory for you.

“Sweetums, are you sure?”

You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. He sat down on the couch after you slid off his dark jeans. His tight boxers were fighting to contain his dick, the bulge was too prominent to ignore.

You had no idea how to do this. Should you have watched some porn before? Shit.

Your fingers grazed his thighs, leaving him shivering in anticipation. Felix’ noticed you tensing up, so he took your face into his hand and placed a sweet kiss on your lips. “Don’t overthink it, baby. Just let it happen naturally.”

You freed his cock out of his boxers. “Damn”, you admired him. “Lixie, your dick is gorgeous.” He laughed out loud. “Thank you sweetums. My dick thinks you’re gorgeous, too.” Now you laughed. You got on your knees and braided your hair into a ponytail, ready for action.

“Well, let me introduce myself properly.”

You had been bopping your head on his dick for almost an hour, you couldn’t get enough. Felix was thick – filling you completely. You almost choked a couple times, but you didn’t care, taking him deep was so fulfilling. You felt dirty, like you were doing something wrong. Your tongue glided over his cock, veins popping out left and right. He was close so many times, twitching in your mouth relentlessly. His deep moans filled the whole room and you never felt prouder. “Sweetums, fuck. I’m about to faint, this feels so fucking good.”

You quickened your pace and sucked harder, covering him and yourself in spit. Felix groaned again and sat up straight, taking your ponytail in his hands, pulling tightly. “Look at me, baby. Look at me while you take me like a little slut.”

Oh, you felt your pussy twitch. Fuck, that was hot. Let me be your little slut, Lixie. I’d do anything for you. You held his gaze while you were sucking and massaging his balls.

His pupils dilated; he was loving this so much. You didn’t think it would be possible for him to get even harder, but it was. It was as if you were licking a rock. “Can I.. can I come in your pretty mouth?”

You squeezed his thighs. God yes, let me taste you. Felix understood and rocked his hips forward, his dick shooting right into the back of your throat, making your eyes water. “God, y/n, I…fuck!”

Felix cum tasted like nothing you had ever tasted before. A mixture of sweet and salty, just like he was. You sucked him dry, licking off every droplet of his salvation.

You had no idea if he was satisfied but you were proud of yourself. “Fuck, sweetums – what was that?” Felix smiled from ear to ear and pulled you to him on the couch. You were laying on his chest, very aware of his heavy breathing. “Was that.. okay?”

He looked at you amused. “Are you kidding? That was the best blowjob I ever got. I wasn’t kidding about fainting. That was intense!” He kissed you tenderly. “Thank you, y/n. I loved it.” You smiled back proudly. Felix hugged you even tighter now. “Did you really do that because of our fight?” You looked up at him, smiling shyly. “Yeah. I felt sorry for how I behaved and I.. I wanted to make it up to you.”

You played with his shirt, waiting for his reply. “Well, if that is the case then we should fight more often. Don’t you think?”

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neo-novaa · 1 year

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eager

; the second part to bitter

*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut !! p in v, fingering, ooc ethan (he fucks) not proofread so if you see any mistakes...no you did not.

*ੈ✩ 𝐚/𝐧: ARGH this took so long and i have some very mixed feelings about this but fuck it we ball

it takes you all of seven minutes to finish a usual one-minute walk, only because you can’t stop turning around and kissing him.

another scientific feat: it takes less than half that time to bring him through the front door, up the stairs, and into your room— it’s crazy how quickly people can finish tasks when their main motivation is sex.

you don’t waste any time; it’s easier to skip over the formalities when you’ve spent months yearning for this exact moment.

“someone’s eager.” ethan murmurs against your lips.

“shut the fuck up,” you quip, pulling him closer to you.

you can’t tell if your brain is foggy from alcohol or lust, but you’re acting on your most primal instincts: you’re nearly clawing at ethans neck as you kiss him, begging him for more. his reaction almost immediate, and he’s taking off his shirt mere moments after you shut the door to your room behind you.

you’re the one guiding ethan to your bed, and you’re climbing onto his lap when he sits down on your mattress.

your breath hitches in your throat when you feel how hard he is against you, and it’s only then do you finally pull away from him. you lift your shirt, pulling it from your embarrassingly sweaty torso, and throw it into some corner of the room.

you nearly cower with the way ethan is starting at your torso.

or, more aptly, your tits.

but you can tell that he’s looking over you — all of you. your neck, your chest, your abdomen, your legs; he’s taking it all in as if he’d never see it again.

“you’re so beautiful.” ethan murmurs.

you feel your face flush.

but you don’t want him to know how deeply of an affect his words have on you. so instead, you kiss him. gently.

then it’s rough— then it’s fast, and then ethans hands are grasping at your waist and rocking your hips down onto his. you feel your breath hitch when you make contact, the steady friction beginning to aid that five-month long ache in your abdomen.

it’s no where near enough, not for either of you.

in one swift move ethan has you pinned against your back, a skillful hand popping the button of your pants. his lips fall from yours, trailing around your jaw, your neck, leaving a path of dark bruises.

you feel that same fog clouding your brain, so much so that you barely register ethans hand until he has a finger inside of you.

you’re barely able to utter his name before he’s kissing you again, the same tooth and tongue from moments ago.

“is this okay?” he says, pulling away for a moment, and you’re too overwhelmed to do anything but nod.

“good, that’s good…” ethan whisperes as he begins to curl his finger inside of you. you rut your hips into his hand, chasing that arousal, urging that tightening coil in your abdomen.

just as you’re getting acclimated to one finger, ethan is pushing another inside of you, curling at your gummy walls.

“shit, ethan--” you can barely murmur his name without whining incoherently, and you spot the way that he seems just out of breath as you are.

“i know, i know.” he murmurs, and you whimper noisily as he begins to hasten his pace. the moment ethans name spills from your lips is he pressing a thumb against your clit, and if your eyes weren’t glued shut, you’d be able to see the cockiest smirk on ethans face.

you’re arching into it, hands clawing at your wrinkled bedsheets. and the way he’s curling his fingers inside of you, and rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves-- that coil inside of you snaps.

it’s loud, even you can tell. but you wouldn’t dream of holding back; you needed ethan to know how much of an affect he had on you.

you’re relishing in the relief that flushes over your body as he works you through your orgasm, both the hormones and the realization that ethan, the boy you’d been eyeing for months just finger-fucked you.

his lips on your skin brings you back to reality, and you nearly whine at his clothes erection against your spent cunt.

“ethan,” you utter his name, hands finding his neck and pulling him closer to you.

“yeah?” he says from the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

for a moment, you don’t respond. at least, not with words. one of your (trembling) legs nudges his hips as you roll your hips against his dick, and your name lazily. spills from his mouth

“ethan,” you practially moan his name, and he’s reading your signal loud and clear. you just sit there and enjoy the view as he slovenly undoes his jeans, sliding them with haste.

you swear could feel his anticipation, that same voracious yearning that’s been festering inside of you for god knows how long. your heartbeat’s fast, your uneven breathing miraculously in sync, and you feel hot anticipation climbing up in your chest.

ethan’s on top of you again, one arm encaging your head with his warm breath hitting your chest.

you’re about to reach over to your bedside drawer when you see ethan putting on a condom, and you can’t help but take a step away from the moment.

“were you planning on getting some action tonight?”

he looks up at you, not-so-innocent puppy dog eyes staring at you with so much love and adoration that you might puke.

“if i’m honest do you promise not to laugh at me?”

you have to hold back a giggle while you nod.

and then ethan is leaning closer to you, lips oh-so softly brushing against yours, as if this moment was something temporary— as if he wasn’t literally about to dick you down.

“i’ve been carrying condoms with me for months just in case this moment happened.”

and— oh, you almost cry.

because yeah, you know ethans about to fuck you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and you know you’re going to have trouble sitting tomorrow, but it’s the little things like that that remind you of what a sweetheart he is.

but he quickly brings you back down to earth by pushing into you, burrying himself into you until his hips meet yours. your chest arches into his, and ethan can’t help the way he’s whining into your ear. it’s enough to make you see stars.

your hands find his waist, thumbing against the muscles on his lower abdomen, silently encouraging -- begging him to move.

you can barely hear his quiet whines and breathy moans against your hips rutting together; you barely register how hard ethan is biting into your neck, his canines digging into your skin.

“--ethan,” you whine, exposing more of your neck to his blistering lips on your neck. “don’t, fuck— please don’t leave so many marks, i have a— shit, i have a really important presentation tomorrow—”

“i don’t give a shit,” he grunts, pushing away to meet your gaze. “gonna mark you up all over,”

ethan quickly resumes position, staying true to his promise and leaving dark, impossible to cover lovebits all along your neck and shoulder. his free had pushes your hips down, keeping you still as he keeps driving into you.

“you like that, don’t you,” ethan whispers into your ear, brushing his temple against yours. “the thought of being covered in bruises because of me?”

you nod helplessly, relishing how tight your abdomen burns. you can feel it coiling tighter, burning harder, and your hands are clawing at him, chasing your release.

“touch me,” you whisper, so quiet you fear he may not even hear you. everything he does is too much and too little-- you can feel every one of his nerves crashing into yours, yet you don’t feel him enough.

skin against skin, and yet you can’t feel complete without his hands on you.

he whispers something into your ear, something incoherent beneath his whimpers, your mewls, and skin slapping against skin.

you can feel his touch scortching into your sides, one of his hands digging into your waist as the other moves south, his fingers finding place against your clit.

you arch into his fingers, your lungs burning with needy gasps. you’re close-- he’s close, bodies moving against each other in tandem.

“you’re fucking gorgous,” he says, mostly to himself, rutting into you as he seeks his own release. he’s thumbing against your clit, helping the pressure build inside of you. he knows you’re close, he can feel it.

that’s all you needed to finishl ethan burying himself into you, murmuring your name like a prayer. you feel yourself crashing over the edge, digging your nose into his neck, the two of you basking in the rhapsodic feeling of your release.

for a moment, thats all you do; you mellow in the shared space, the feeling of pure adoration eating each other alive. you can feel your breathing become even, your heart slowing pace, his chest beating against yours.

ethan breaths your name against your lips, enveloping you in a covetous kiss. his lips are languid against yours, those same hands burning against your hips.

you’ve never felt closer to him, and a part of you fears that if you pull away from him, he will slip through your hands.

so you hold onto ethan like he’s falling, slipping away from you. you hold him like he’s nothing but a fleeting moment. you hold him like he’s a dream, and you squeeze your eyes shut in fear that when you open them, he will be gone.

but when he whispers your name so delicately, as if the word itself could break, you bring yourself to meet his eyes: wonderful, beautiful, adjective-ful.

he’s beautiful.

so you tell him just that.

“you look so beautiful like this.” you whisper, and the red on his cheeks goes anything but unnoticed.

ethan rests his forehead against yours, his breaths falling evenly. “you stole my line.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader smut #jack champion #jack champion x reader #scream vi #scream 6 #✧. ┊ scream !

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agirlcandream84 · 18 days

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Somehow, More Boyfriend!Frank Headcanons

Cliche as it is, Frank's gonna kill all the bugs in the apartment. When you encounter a colossal winged something in the kitchen and start screeching and grabbing for the closest thing (a frying pan) to smash it but dancing around it because you're too afraid to get close, Frank comes charging in thinking you're being attacked and instead gives you a look like "really sweetheart?" and then literally scoops you by the waist with one hand so you're nearly dangling by his side while he smashes the gross thing with a bare palm and then flicks it out the window.

Few things make Frank Castle cry but after a day of babysitting your niece together and watching endless episodes of Bluey, you catch him with his eyes all watery, absolutely hooked to the TV. It's quite a sight-- your one year old niece happily babbling away with her toys but Frank is the one glued to the TV, the giant tearing up while he's still got scraped knuckles and a healing black eye from a recent encounter. You ask, "Frank... are you.. crying?" and he makes to wipe his eye quick saying, "Course I am! You see this shit sweetheart? That'll tear your heart out."

Frank is super tuned into your little routines, knowing you get crabby or stressed when things don't run just so and now he's become a routine-tracker, gently lifting you from the couch when you've fallen asleep at night saying "Come on honey, I know you don't wanna sleep with your makeup on. Gotta get your lotions and stuff on baby" and helping you to the bathroom.

After Frank was at the gym or just with a bunch of guys in general he'd come home and beeline right to you, plant a kiss on your lips and then plant his nose on the top of your head and inhale all deep, has hands landing right on your ass, claiming he just needed the soft clean feel of you. Frank wasn't going soft per se, he could still hold his own in any situation, but he came to appreciate the comfort of your soft skin and the smell of your shampoo after he'd been with a a bunch of stinky, loud, scratchy, hideous guys too long.

Frank is DEFINITELY a morning sex kind of guy. He's already pressed against you all night, the big spoon to your little, and its more often than not that your feel the growing press of him as your stir awake, his hand snaking around to cup your tit and play gently with your nipples. Instantly you're whining and Frank is murmuring "shhh shhh honey, gonna make it feel better," as he tugs down your sleep shorts and fucks you slow and lazy from behind. As a result, he's begun convincing you to just sleep nude from the get-go since you're gonna end up that way.

Speaking of sex, Frank loved to make you work juuuust a bit before he'd ultimately take over. You're in his lap, already full of him, slowing down from the effort, and he's all "ah ah, come on sweetheart, I know you can do it," with his hands on your hips, helping you rock back and forth. When the pinkness starts to hit your cheeks and you're huffing in effort, Frank is quick to take over and he's doing ALL the work from there on out.

Frank is adorably inept at technology, often grumpily tossing his phone aside and mumbling "piece of shit" when he can't figure something out. He only keeps the damn thing because he wants to check in on you otherwise he'd have ditched it long ago. One time you sent him a meme and he's like "the fuck is that sweetheart?" and you're just like "don't worry about it Frankie"

Frank loved you wearing quite literally everything, and nothing, but the site of you in a cottagecore dress?? He was FERAL. Like a caged animal. He claimed they always made your boobs look fantastic and he was like a teenager when you had them on-- just constantly battling the bugle in his pants and bending you over a table the MOMENT you got back home.

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sxxythingz · 11 months

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Needy

Neteyam sully (22) x human fem! reader (22)

Taglist: @sullybrosimp requested this and I know it literally took forever but here it is so I hope you like it!! 💕

Warnings: smut, p n v, cursing, aged up characters, cream pie, restraints, dom Neteyam

Summary: you and Neteyam have been dating for a short time, but you finally get to experience his rut with him and let’s just say… you have a really good time indeed.

WC: 3.1K

🛑MDNI🛑

You sit in Neteyam’s lap as he softly kisses your lips with passion, having your usual make out routine as you do every single day. You place your arms around his neck pulling him in closer to you as you hear his breath slowly picking up, turning into heaves. You feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, almost as if asking for permission and you grant it as you open your mouth, allowing his tongue in.

His tongue wrestles against yours, his rough hands massaging your back until they reach your hips, where his fingertips dig into your skin sure to leave marks as you softly moan. He takes his lips away from yours, leaving quick peppered kisses along your neck as he forces your hips down on his pelvis, pushing you forwards and backwards making a groan erupt from his throat.

He brings his lips back up to yours almost as if he’s in a rush to kiss you, roughly crashing his lips into yours once again, catching you off guard this time. He takes your bottom lip into his sharp teeth roughly biting down and you whimper, pushing him away from the pain. “Shit… I’m so sorry yawne. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Neteyam’s eyes stay glued to you as you feel your lip, collecting a small sample of blood on your finger.

Neteyam is usually extremely gentle with you at all times since you’re so much smaller than him, treating you like a fragile, expensive piece of glass, but today has been different. You’ve spent hours cuddling and kissing, but he's been rougher than ever although you can’t say that you don’t somewhat like it. He tries his best to clear up the blood, running his thumb across your lips but you stop his attempt. “It’s ok, my love. I am fine, but what’s going on with you? You’re usually never this rough.”

You take your bottom lip into your mouth, licking the blood off of it as you watch his face turn to guilt. “I think I’m going into rut and I-I can’t control myself. I should’ve told you before but I wasn’t sure until now, I’m sorry. I usually deal with them alone so I’ve never experienced it with someone and I don’t want to hurt you.” You hear his words, but your mind is distracted by the feeling of you sitting on the hard buldge poking through his loincloth.

You slightly rock your hips, earning a hiss from him as his head falls back. “What if I want to help you through it this time?” Your finger drags down his tight abs agonizingly slow, starting at his chest then back down until you reach just above his loincloth, teasing him by messing with the hemming. “I-If I allow myself to fully let go… I’ll just cause you pain and I would never forgive myself if I h-hurt you.” He stutters as his stomach heaves up and down in a quick paste, the concentration of trying to contain himself is written all over his face.

You kiss his lips, then leave more kisses on his tight jaw until you lead to his ear. “Good thing I like pain.” You seductively whisper before biting his ear, making it flinch as he moans. “Y/n… you can’t-“ His words are interrupted as you place your finger over his lips before jumping off of his lap to stand up. “Hold that thought. I have an idea.” You go into your bag to grab a couple pieces of cloth that you have handy for making anything that you need.

You step back over to him and smirk while dangling the cloth, his eyebrow raises in question as his eyes continuously shift from you to the cloth. “Lay down on your back, hands above your head.” You demand and he quickly shakes his head at you. “No, I’m not doing this.” He protests as he folds his arms, almost in a childish motion.

“This is just to make sure that you don’t hurt me like you think that you will, it’ll work just fine. Now lay down Nete.” You give him a glare and he rolls his eyes before doing as you say, earning a gloating smile from you as you walk over to him and tightly secure the cloth around his wrists, making him wince as you pull it one more time to assure that it’s tight. You look into his eyes who now have a darker tint to them, signifying that his rut has fully begun.

“Let's have some fun, hm?” You smirk as you glare into his eyes, slowly kissing down his stomach until you reach the hemming of his loincloth. His eyes intensely watch you, pain coating them as you take your time just to tease him. You give him a bright smile before kissing the buldge in his loincloth, his hips bucking as you quickly stand up.

His eyes follow you as you run your hands up and down your body, turning around to unbutton your shorts, slowly pulling them down until they touch your ankles. You hear a groan coming from behind as you step out of the shorts and turn back around to remove your shirt, leaving you in just your panties and bra. “I bet you wish you could touch me, don’t you?” You maliciously grin as you watch Neteyam pout, making you laugh.

“Stop fucking teasing and come fuck me, Y/n.” You can see the desperation in his face as you sit back in his lap. You know the game you’re playing, you heard about how feral Na’vi men get during their rut and you knew that if he were to get his hands out of the cloth, it was over for you. But a part of you loved the danger in this, the thought just turned you on even more.

“Relax baby. I’m going to fuck you, but first I want to have some fun.” You reach behind you, unlatching your bra and letting it fall off of you while Neteyam watches you, and although he’s seen you bare plenty of times, it always makes you so nervous to have his eyes on you so intensely. You grope your boobs in your hands, pressing your hips into his once again to grind down with more force, getting yourself off just from the groans coming from him.

A giggle bubbles from your throat as you lean down, your bare chest on his, to suck the soft skin on his neck. You feel him buck his hips once again as he whines and you release his neck to look into his eyes innocently. “Do something.. please. I can’t take it anymore.” He begs you and you smirk at his pleading attempt. “Aww. You’re so cute when you beg baby.” Your hand reaches up to his face to cup his cheek before leaving one last kiss on his lips.

You maneuver your way back down to his loincloth and quickly dispose of it, leaving his dick to spring out with the cool air hitting it making him hiss. You watch as precum drips from the tip and onto his stomach, making you drag your finger through it to get taste. “Mmm… you always taste so good.” You grip his dick into your small hand, but he quickly stops you.

“I-I need you to fuck me. I need to be inside of you, please yawne.” Your pussy throbs at his words, the ones that you’ve never heard him say to you before. If you weren’t sure before, you were more than sure now that he actually was in rut considering that he never turns down head from you, but he needed a different type of release today and you were more than happy to give it to him.

You nod your head in approval before standing up to quickly rid yourself of your panties, leaving you completely exposed to him. “Your body is so fucking beautiful.” Neteyam whines, heating your cheeks up as you step back to the bed and sit on top of him. “You say that every single time that you see it.” You smile, rolling your eyes at him as you grab his dick, giving it a few strokes before lining yourself up with him.

“And I mean it every single time that I say it.” Those are his last words before you slide down on him, earning moans from both you and him in unison. No matter how many times you’ve done this, every time that he enters you, it feels like the first time. You can’t tell if it’s butterflies or him making your stomach feel flustered and full, but excitement takes over your body as you watch relief wash over his face as he’s finally able to feel all of you.

You sit still for one minute to allow yourself to adjust to his size as you place your hands on his chest and move your hips up and down painfully slow to watch his reaction. “Fuck! F-Faster baby, please.” He finally says something and you laugh a little as you torture both of you, just for your amusement. “If you want it faster, you’ll have to get out of your restraint to do it yourself baby… And good luck getting out of them.” You knew that he would take those words as a challenge, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from saying it as excitement rumbled through your stomach like thunder.

Neteyam whines senselessly underneath you as you bite and nip at his neck while you move your hips back and forth, his dick hitting the right spot with every movement that you make. You feel him thrust his hip up as he tightly closes his eyes, grunting while biting his own lip and you smirk at the vulnerability that you have him in.

You were so busy watching his facial expressions that you hadn’t even noticed him wriggling out of the cloth tied around his wrists until you feel his hands firmly grip hold of your waist and flip you over so that he’s on top of you this time. Before you can say anything, he places your tiny wrists in his large hand and thrusts deeply into you, earning a loud scream from you.

“Don’t ever fucking tie me up again or I’ll make you regret it.” The rasp in his voice send shivers through your spine as he continues to rut into you, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. This is the roughest sex that the two of you have ever had since he’s always so afraid to hurt you, but you feel guilty for loving this more than how softly he normally fucks you.

He places your legs on his shoulders, wrapping his long fingers around your waist for leverage to roughly pound into you. “F-Fuck Nete! I think I’m a-about to cum!” Your back arches off of the bed, but instead of finishing you off, Neteyam quickly pulls out making a loud popping noise as he breathes out. “No. Turn your ass around now. I’m about to teach you a lesson.” The dominance in his voice makes you even wetter than you already are, which you could’ve sworn was impossible.

You gulp hard before turning around, automatically placing your ass in the air as you plant your face into your pillow, your heart racing at the thought of his last words. “I need more arch baby.” You feel his hands softly caressing your back before he pushes down hard, bringing you into a full arch. “Mhm, just like that.” He brings his hand down for a loud smack on your ass, making you wince at the pain.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. Do I turn you on this much?” The tip of his dick slides up and down your dripping folds as you moan softly, trying to push your hips back in hopes that he would enter you but instead he pulls himself away from you with a chuckle. “Now it’s my turn to tease you. Do you want to cum baby?” He brings himself back towards you, this time pressing the tip firmly against your clit as he rubs it in circles, making you flinch.

“Yes Nete! I want to cum, just please fuck me!” You desperately yell out in frustration, but knowing that this was your punishment for tying him up and teasing him. “Doesn’t feel so good when it’s you, does it?” He lets out another chuckle as he smacks your ass once again making you wince. “I love seeing you like this. Needy for my dick. Needy to feel me inside of you, just as needy as I was to be inside of you.” He takes his tip completely away from you and runs two of his fingers up your folds, collecting your slick onto his fingers before tasting it and moaning at the taste.

He places the tips back at your entrance, barely inserting it in before taking it back out. The teasing becomes too much for you as tears begin to weld in your eyes, trying your best to hold it in as you knew that you would get this. “I should tie you up. Make you keep your hands above your head just like you did me. Leave you helpless so that I can torture you just like you did me.”

He easily pushes himself into you a little further as you rolls your eyes and lay your face back into the pillow, mentally begging him to fuck you and get it over with already. “But I won’t do that to you. I’d rather watch you scratch at the sheets while I fuck you deep and hard. Just.. like.. this.” He plunges himself into you completely as his hips snap into your ass, causing a ripple effect. As if on cue, your nails dig into the sheets as you scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He pulls back out and snaps his hips against yours yet again, making you reach your hand back to his pelvis in an attempt to push him away but instead it only makes him mad as he smacks your hand away and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back roughly. “Pushing me away won’t work baby. I know like this shit so take it.” He leans down and huskily whispers into your ear, making you moan.

He continues to thrust into you with force, speeding up his pace until your eyes are rolled so far into the back of your head that you’re afraid that they might just get stuck there. “N-Neteyam, shit! I’m about to fucking cum!” You feel your orgasm approaching, a tight knot forming in the bottom of your stomach as clapping noises fill the room.

“Don’t you fucking cum until I tell you to. You better not, Y/n.” You groan out uncontrollably, his demand just pushing you more off of the edge and he knows that. “I c-can’t-“ “yes you fucking can, just a little longer.” You try to hold it in as his thrusts get sloppier with every single hit. His grip on your hair loosens as his hand travels back down to your hips, grinding you on him as his grunts and groans become louder. “Fuck… now! Cum on my dick baby.”

With those words, you finally let go, allowing the orgasm to wash over your body as his warm cum paints your insides, creating a masterpiece that only the two of you will ever know about. You and Neteyam pant heavily in an attempt to catch your breath as he gives you one last smack to your ass before pulling out of you and falling down on the bed to lay beside you. You lay flat on your stomach, fluttering your eyes at Neteyam as you watch him calm down from his high.

“Are you feeling any better?” You extend your hand to his strong chest, leaving gentle touches behind as you feel his heart beating through it. He looks over to you, his eyes finally turning back to their beautiful yellow color as he grabs you into his arms, pulling you chest to chest with him and grabbing your quilt that you have on your bed to cover both of your sweaty naked bodies.

“I’m feeling much better, thanks to you yawne.” He leaves a wet kiss on your forehead, taking the hand that was originally rubbing your back and softly stroking your hair, sending tingle through your body. “At least for now. My rut lasts 3 days and the feeling will come back so if you don’t want to finish it off with me, I can understand that.” You smile at his obliviousness, he has no idea that you want to experience everything that he goes through right beside him.

“I wouldn’t want to miss it for anything. There’s nowhere else that I would rather be than right here with you my love.” A smile spreads across his face as he leans down and kisses you softly before laying his forehead on yours, slowly blinking his eyes. “I love you, ma Y/n.” He whispers to you for the first time since you guys made it official, leaving your heart to flutter.

“I love you, ma Teyam.”

“Hey Y/n, I was wondering if- woah!” You and Neteyam both quickly hop up attempting to cover yourself with the covers as you look towards the entrance of your cot, watching Lo’ak back out while closing his eyes. “Lo’ak! W-What are you doing here?!” You yell at him as you look over to see Neteyam trying to contain his laugh at his brother's antics. “I didn’t know that my brother was here, I was just about to ask a question but I-I, it seems like I’ve interrupted something so… no you know what, it’s fine! No really, I can just come back later or something? Yeah, I’ll just come back later.”

You and Neteyam both look at each other as you watch Lo’ak trip over his own words, you holding in your laugh as well. “I’ve got to go wash my eyes out or something. I’ll never be the same after this.” Lo’ak says before completely exiting your cot, leaving just you and Neteyam alone once again. You both look at each other before bursting out into a fit of laughter as you lay back down and cuddling into each other's arms to stay in that same spot until your next session.

A/N: It took me a while to write this because I kept scrapping everything that I would write until yesterday morning when I literally just woke up and went to work on it, so I really hope you guys enjoy!! 💖

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