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anitalianfrie · 2 months
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Bez and cele once are joking around and bez is absolutely fucking sure that cele couldn't pass for a girl even if he tried super hard. Fast forward two months when the argument has been long forgotten and they are going to a club and meeting near the place and bez is the last one to arrive and he sees Luca talking with this girl he doesn't know who's as tall as him and has three meters of legs and is in super tall heels and he sees her strong back and her hair just a couple inches longer than the bottom of her ears and thinks. Who is this beautiful woman I need to hit on her NOW. And then Luca recognises him and greets him and the girl turns and on her face instead of unknown eyes and lips are there to greet him cele's long nose and plump lips and his beautiful dark eyes outlined with eyeliner and skillfully applied makeup and bez realises why cele has been growing his hairs out in the last couple of months and why he started always shaving again and why sometimes his lips were so red. And cele smiles at him and it's a smirk of satisfaction, mocking him, and he reaches down to squeeze one of his fake tits (and how the fuck does he have them?) and raises his eyebrows like to say: "see?" and HOW THE FUCK IS LUCA BEING SO CALM ABOUT IT. And for the whole night bez keeps looking at cele being hit on smiling and talking in falsetto to non give himself away and Pecco and luca exchanging looks and trying to not laugh at men stumbling all over themselves to flirt with cele when it's not funny at all actually. And when he gets home he can't stop himself from reaching down in his pants and thinking about how he wanted to fuck that girl before he knew that she was a him, thinking about that back and those legs and repeating himself that it's fine because that's not cele, she wasn't cele (but she was, wasn't she) and how he wanted her for the whole night (not cele not cele not cele) a woman that looks like him but hasn't his face, but then his thoughts slip and he pictures cele on his knees looking up to him with his big beautiful eyes with or without makeup he doesn't care leaving smeared lipstick on his dick while he holds him down with his big hands against the wall of a back alley and he comes so hard he almost blacks out. And he realized he might have fucked it up, actually, starting that stupid argument two months before.
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Corrupt Girlfriend part 5
Day 4
You wake up in bed after a long night and see your girlfriend isn't next to you you go to the bathroom and find her in there.
You see your girlfriend texting someone.
You're intrigue and jealousy continues to grow as you think of how quickily your relationship has changed.
"Hey baby"
Your girlfriend answers you nervously but still fixated on her phone
leans over the sink.
"Oh hey Honey, Im just texting my friend, we have plans to go out shopping later.."
"Oh really who you going with?"
You get closer to her
"Oh you wouldnt know them.. Enjoying the view?"
She changes the subject
"Oh yes ma'am"
You get closer
"Oh what am I going to do with you?"
Ashley Pushes Her ass against your face
Your girlfriend starts to grind agaist your face
"I think you owe me for all these perverted fantasies I let you experience."
You try to speak with your mouth full of her ass and pussy
"MmHnhm"
She picks up pace
"mhmmm, so I saw cuckold in your search history.."
"I looked it up and now I know how perverted my little man is. mmm"
"Is that really how you look at your girlfriend?"
"NnnMmHnhmm"
Your girlfriend is grinding on your face frantically
"ohh, you fuckking bitch. MMMmm"
She Lifts off you and starts to squirt on your face
you both take a minute to catch your breath
"oh that was good, I love you."
"I love you too.."
Once again, you get ready for work and leave thinking of everything that has happened the past few days.
Later that day You receive a video from Ashley of her shaking her bare ass in a gym.
Hey babe, I miss you!"l
Oh wow! I love the video
Thanks babe he loved taking it, too :)
He?
Just my friend, babe, dont worry!
Im not
I'm going to finish my work out ill talk to you later!
Okay, have fun
2 hours pass and you are on your break so you try to face time Ashley.
"It's unlike her not to respond for this long"
You send her another text
Hey baby, are you okay
Yea, sorry baby, im still busy..
I'll tell you later
You decide to give her a call to make sure she's okay
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
the phone picks up to loud gutteral moaning and fast breathing
"Oh fuck oh fuck"
"Your boyfriends calling should i pick up"
you can't see anything yet
"No, please, I dont want him to know right now. hmhmmmmMM"
The wet pounding continues
he chuckles
"so whos cock do you like more?"
"Ugh yours its so much thicker, I love it when we get to hang out"
"what a slut fucking another man behind her husbands back"
"I know Im a whore i cant help it UHhgmm"
she starts to shake and cum with him
"IM CUMING IM CUMING AGAIN!"
you see her laying on the bed shaking
"I'll see you again soon"
"Mhm yes sir"
I think it's time i installed some cameras
you come home to find your gf in the bedroom
she acts as if nothing happened
"Hey honey welcome home!"
"Did you have fun with your friend?"
"Mhm, almost too much im exausted!"
"So what did you do after the gym"
"Oh, well, we watched some boring movie on the tv, then he had to go.."
"Hey, can you do me a favour and move your panties to the side?"
she looks nervous
"Oh Honey, Im not up for sex right now.."
"I dont want sex. Just move them."
she slowly moves her panties to the side
she looks at you with regret
"Im sorry, baby.. I dont know what's wrong with me."
You feel an erection start to grow
"What did you do?"
"We came back home to watch a movie, but as we sat there, i saw his hard dick bulging through his pants, and i had to touch it."
you use your imagination
You get more excited, and you pull out your dick.
Your girlfriend looks down and gives you that devilish smirk
"then what happened?"
She starts to rub herself with you.
"We started making out, Grinding on each other, till i begged him to fuck me.Mmm"
Your already getting close, you always cum quick to her story's.
"Keep Talking. ughh"
"Then he took me with his huge cock, and pounded me like i wanted him to all day. I came so many times it was amazing."
"he finally filled me up and made me cum i had him reply back to you so you were not worried"
You replay the text in your head
"your a dirty whore sneaking around me you know that?"
she moans
"I know.."
"Was he that much better than me?"
she looks up at you and nods lustfully
You shoot a huge load all over her.
"oh fuck babe that was alot.. I would love to make new storys to tell you."
"mhm"
You think about everything that happened.
you feel anxious and excited.
You decide to set up cameras to keep track of Ashely.
Shes getting more daring everyday and you want to make sure you get to see it all.
You finally lay down in bed and go to sleep.
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zaceouiswriting · 2 years
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Art of Seduction: Liam Dunbar
Character: Liam Dunbar
Universe: Teen Wolf
Warnings: Smut
A loud clapping sound reverberates from the tiled walls around me. The water falling down from above, let me hold onto the moment. Without it, most certainly, my mind would've been gone at this point.
But even though, I was still at the height of my abilities, I could only wonder how I ended up in this position. Squished by a guy two years younger than me, against the tiled floor of the boy's locker room showers.
Hands that shouldn’t be as strong as they were, holding my waist in place, for him to do his thing, with the third leg between his legs, that look inappropriate big at his small statue. With almost twenty centimeters smaller than me, that was no hard task. But still.
I could feel his hand, wander up my own muscular back. Until it closed around my neck, to gain even more leverage to apparently pound me through the fucking wall.
All that began just six weeks prior if I remember correctly. It started innocently. He sat in the library, sitting over his math homework, which he hadn’t touched in minutes at this point. He was clearly struggling. I went over to him, helping the poor guy out. First, he looked at me with big puppy eyes.
Seemingly thinking, I wanted to punch his face in or something like that. He almost look as if he wanted to cry.
It took a while until he got the hang of things. But since that day, he always came to me with any question he had about everything. I felt like a big brother. Just for it to change, a month later at a party, for which he was way too young.
Drinks were all around and I tried to keep an eye on him, but he got drunk pretty fast. He was and still is a small dude, so that wasn’t worrying. Until I saw him drinking even more. Grabbing him and pulling him out of the house was a hassle. He fought and even attacked me. Lucky for him, I was the designated driver that day. So I put him in my vehicle and caged him in, so I could get us both away from there. Not even a minute into the ride, he unceremoniously puked all over the place. For about another solid minute or so, just so I could keep my anger in me.
But after that, he fell unconscious, which only left me with one choice, get him into my own home. Because I had no idea, where this small guy lived. Either way, I checked every other minute if he was still alive, but apparently, after puking his inside out, he just fell asleep.
„I swear to god, if you puke in my bedroom, I will actually kill you,“ I remember mumbling to myself, as I carried him upstairs. I left him there alone for a couple of hours, to get my friends to their houses, after the party. As I came back, he had undressed himself almost completely, only a pair of hideous underwear was keeping his dick and ass out of my sight.
I had sight loudly, which stirred him awake, he was confused, but after he saw me, he claimed dawn pretty quickly. „How are you feeling?“
„Tired,“ he answered almost nonverbal.
Just after I lay beside him, he cuddled me, trying to embrace me with his little arms. I was quite cute. But it was what happened after, that opened everything up. He kissed me. Out of nowhere, was he kissing me. Just to fall asleep again.
I laid there awake the entire night, just looking at him. The next morning, after I finally fell asleep he was gone.
But the next Monday, he began to follow me around like a lost puppy, which fit perfectly with his puppy dog eyes.
Always looking at me, but whenever I looked over at him, he was looking away, blushing hard as he did. Even my friends saw it and joked that he had a crush on me. They knew I floated both ways, even tried to get into my pants.
Even though I wasn’t really interested in the small guy, I could feel something grow. He wasn’t my type at all and still, he made me horny. What fucked up moment, to realize that.
An entire week went by, with him being distant, but still always trying to get my attention anyway. Whenever he passed me, just barely touching me, once or twice even squeezed my private part. I was happy when Friday the last bell rang. So I could get away from him. Just for him, to get into my car as well.
I stared at him for a moment, before starting my car. He hadn’t said a word, for ten minutes, before he told me I should drive into the reservoir. For some reason, I did just that. As we came to a halt. He immediately let his hand wander up my leg, and opened my pants.
Never before in my life was I so stunned. Before I knew it, his perfect lips, sucked on my sizable member. I enjoyed it, even when it was clear that it was his first time, and therefore too big for him. But he did his best.
 Even when I started to give him the rhythm. Pushing his head down on me. To this day I did not know what came over me, but he harshly got him off of me, pressed him against the door of his seat, opened his pants, and took his virginity. I prepped him not enough so it wouldn’t hurt, but he seemed to like it rough.
He came way before me, hard against my door, and just became limp in my arms, while I finished in him a while later. We did not speak about it after, but the week after that, we did it everywhere we could.
Never talking during it or after, we just were doing the deed and left. It was quite exciting. But then Thursday came. I actually had my eyes on another guy, more to my liking. A muscular dude, almost as tall as me and a great ass, we flirted a lot that day.
Liam must’ve seen it because during practice he was extremely aggressive. He did not speak to anyone about it and after it, he sulked in a corner. Because I wanted to talk to him, I waited until everyone was gone.
I asked him what was going on and he just punched me against my jaw. Before I could retaliate, he grabbed me by my hair, pulling me towards the showers. He threw me against the wall, just to get on his knees himself, doing what he learned to be a pro at, sucking me dry. This time though, he stopped right before he, turning me around, with a strength I did not have seen before from him. Holding his dick against my hole, without any thought. He pushed himself into me. Covering my mouth so I couldn't scream.
„You are mine,“ he whispered into my ear. Voice, hoarse angry, and full of power. He had pushed my head against the wall, while slowly but surely getting into me, with much force. It felt like he was ripping me in two. But there was nothing I could do.
My arms weakly, hold me against the wall, but nothing more. He only stopped for a moment, when he was fully in me. „I thought I could let you be the top. But apparently, you thought you could whore around. You are mine, don’t fucking forget it!“
Immediately he began pounding me, like I was some loose whore, waiting for some horse dick to rip me open.
Not long after his hand was around my neck, he came loud grunting into my ear. His hand fell down my back again, landing directly on my ass. He was breathing heavily. His dick getting noticeable limp again.
Slowly this time, he got it out of me again. Only for him to smack my ass a last time. „You are my bitch now! If I see you flirting with this guy again, you will be in much more pain.“
He left after that, leaving me there, bruised up, still pressed against the wall, and his seed flowing out of me. My legs were weak, they would break at any moment. I couldn't believe, that this small dude, had just taken my virginity and I loved how he handled me.
I might have fallen a bit because of his innocent puppy act. But I would stay because of the moment I realized that he had planned this to some extent. To claim himself as the top alpha dog and not the small innocent puppy I thought he was.
Now it wasn’t just about sex, but about getting my pride back. I knew then, that this wasn’t the last time, anything like this would happen. And even if I liked how he handled me, I hated the feeling of being taken. At least I got to know that from this experience.
But if Liam wanted to play like this, I would do it too. Just even more brutal. I wanted to see him cry and I was sure to get what I wanted. As I always do.
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liquorisce · 2 years
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Canon Eren being a panty fiend is truly something I can get behind (if u ever find the drabble of love to read!)
Eren and Mikasa who are accustomed to sharing a bed so it’s no big deal when at times one of them will fall asleep in the others bed.
It is truly Eren’s ruin when he comes back late in the night from a meeting to see Mikasa passed out in his bed her nightdress hiked up from all her tossing. He doesn’t know what to do with himself when he notices it’s his favorite pair of panties on her stretched over the soft curve of her ass. It’s a pretty little clue pair soft with white lace and Eren has most definitely admired it in her drawers. It has a cute little scrunch on her ass and it’s terrible really but Eren can’t help but sit down quietly next to her. He knows it’s terrible when he lays a shaking hand onto the soft material using his thumb to trace at the lace edges. When she mumbles he’s so quick to pull her nightie down 😭 pulls the comforter up to her chest and leaves the room blushing before shoving a peacefully sleeping Armin over in his own bed because he can’t handle being with Mika rn 💀
jeezus my somno kink is acting up 😭😭😭😭 this was so good! Y’all be out here writing fics in my inbox and for what!! Make an ao3 already 😤😤
He tries to get to sleep besides Armin but he can’t, keeps tossing and turning and it pisses off Armin who mumbles angrily, “go to sleep or fuck off, Eren.”
So instead he goes to her bed. He goes to Mikasa’s bed and he sits there at first awkwardly, bc there’s most definitely a bulge in his pants and he doesn’t know wtf he’s doing. He lies down on her pillow and pulls her covers over him and when he turns his head he can smell her floral shampoo. It’s so good, so Mikasa, and it makes the bulge in his pants grow and grow till he can’t really take it anymore. It’s just so uncomfortable so he pulls down his pants a little and extracts his dick.
Just to feel comfortable of course. But when his mind goes to the image of her with her nightgown ridden up far above her waist, cute panties scrunched between her ass and exposing a little cameltoe, his dick is literally pulsing. So he fists it in his palm- just wants to calm down really.
But then he thinks of how cute she looks sleeping in his bed like that, her mouth parted, and her ass almost bare, and he thinks of how it would feel if he’d woken up beside her one night to find her this way.
To feel her soft ass cheeks against his crotch and just rub against it. His hands move jerkily on his cock, his mind so fucking aroused. He thinks about how it would feel to just rub against her as they sleep, it would be so innocent, she would never know, he would never have to tell her- but it would feel so fucking good, he’s sure of it.
His breathing is so loud, his cock wet with his own precum, but his mind taunts him further; what if his cock slipped between her thighs, nestling against that sweet little cameltoe, bumping innocently against her pussy lips. He’s so hard, so fucking hard, he’s ready to blow, his hand working him fast and desperate now.
And because he’s already too far gone he thinks of, what if he just slipped between those pussy lips, how slick it would feel, how tight- and before he can sink any further, he comes apart, spilling all over his hand, his pants… her sheets.
His face is flushed, cheeks hot with guilt and shame. He’d just had the most explicit fantasy ever- he’d just taken advantage of Mikasa in his mind! How would he face her tomorrow morning?
But the darker part of his mind looks beside him, sees the mess in the sheets and feels himself grow hot again- she’d sleep here tomorrow and she’d never know. She rest her ass and her body against this very same sheets, the scent of her mingling with his pleasure, and that brings a twisted sense of satisfaction in him.
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homo-rashi · 1 year
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Tsukishima X Yamaguchi omo fic
prompt: Walking home from school
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Tsuki was having the worst day possible. He woke up with a stuffy nose, no doubt from falling asleep with his fan on once again because it was the start of summer and his room was unbarbly hot. To make matters worse, his mum had accidentally flushed the cap of her hair spray down the toilet while getting ready for work, in turn, clogging the entire plumbing system in their house.
He couldn't piss or brush his teeth because even the sinks were not draining. That being said, He rushes out of the house rather desperate to take his morning piss, just hoping to get to school as fast as possible.
But of course, that couldn't happen because when he got to the station, the train was delayed from a tree being blown over on the tracks a few miles up the road. It was rather windy last night, he recalls hearing the shutters on his bedroom window banging quite loudly, probably why he feels less rested then he should be. Looking at the time, he either waits at the station for god knows how long and misses morning practice and is late for class or he walks.
He makes the decision, a few miles walk to school isn't the worst, he has been meaning to get his stamina up for games now that he is constantly being compared to that freak, Hinata who seems to never run out of energy. But Of course, his pace is slow because of the constant nagging of his bladder.
He almost forgot in the commotion of the station that he hasn't peed in well over twelve hours, considering he was asleep for eight and the last time he went was right after dinner. Now that he knows it's been that long he grows concerned. ‘That can't be healthy? Right?’ he thinks to himself as he catches his free hand wandering to grab himself. But he refrains, realizing he is walking on a residential street, while there are no people around, anyone could be looking out their window at him.
He hit the cross streets he mentally marked in his head as the halfway point of his walk, not very happy with how long it took him. His need has grown substantially, his brisk pace slowed to a slight hobble as every step against the hard pavement sends jolts straight to his bladder. Threatening the liquid that's right at the tip of his dick to drip out.
A loud crackling of thunder stops him in his tracks. He was so focused on making it to school, he didn't even realize the sky around him was turning darker and darker. He feels the air get the pre-rain moist feeling and decides he has to pick up the pace, looking around, seeing only closed blinds and curtains drawn he shoves one hand into the pocket of his uniform pants and grabs ahold of his dick, pretending he doesn't feel the wetness on his fingers, he was unaware he was leaking so bad.
He starts to walk as fast as he can. Turning down street after street just trying to beat the storm. His hand is holding himself for dear life as he comes to a train crossing, the flashing lights blink him back into reality as he paces in place, hoping the train goes by faster. Walking was actually making him able to hold it more and now he is not so subtly stepping from foot to foot, trying to keep everything inside. ‘Its okay, you can make it.’ he whispers to himself, realizing, for a second, he had doubts. Doubts he would indeed make it to school without having an accident. He isn't a kid anymore, he should be able to hold his piss for an hour's walk to school.
The world has other plans for him, when he feels the first heavy drop of rain slash onto his shoulder. He looked up, his vision getting blurred by splashes of water hitting his glasses. The slow trickle of rain turns into a harsh downpour in seconds. The train finally passes, and his walkway is available again. Without an umbrella because, of course, he didn't bring his umbrella today either he starts walking in the direction of school, thigh tightly pressed together as he walks, ‘ten more minutes’ he tells himself over and over in his head.
He feels a shot of warmth wet his palm through the fabric of his pocket mixing with the cold wetness of the rain that has taken over his body. He manages to stop the hard stream of piss that escaped him for a moment, but not without crouching down, into a squat. Using both his hands and the feel of his foot to keep it all in. He can't see anything through his glasses, not able to remove a hand from his crotch to wipe away the rain drops coating them.
He can't take his hand away. He can't move. It's all become too much. His body is cold from the rain despite the hot summer sun, his nose is stuffy and he can't see, he is tired from walking and from not getting a good night sleep, not to mention he is soaking wet. Looking around, he is alone. Nobody else is walking in this weather, it's far less residential now, just a park to his left and the back of a bookstore to his left. He pretends he has an option as he tries to think of what to do, as if he can move, but his body makes up his mind for him.
He feels it before he quickly yanks his hands away, the feeling of hot liquid pooling in the ass of his pants, then dripping down onto the wet pavement below him. The loudness of the hiss between his legs mixes with the downpour of the store. He spreads his legs a bit in his squatted position, to not piss on his shoes and gives in. letting everything flow out of him onto the ground. He hands his head back in relief, feeling good for the first time all morning. The piss just keeps falling out of him, as if he has no muscle left. The rain washed everything away immediately as it left him. He laughs at himself as he presses harder, wanting to hurry this embarrassing event along. He finally feels the freeing sense of emptiness as he feels his pants stop being warm.
Able to stand up now he does so, looking around to be sure he is still alone, and he is. He looks down at his bottom half and it's completely undetectable to tell what pee and what's rain, unless of course one was to smell his pants. Feeling slightly embarrassed he wonders if he should turn around and go home, but he realizes his plumbing is still broken at home, so it's not like he would be able to shower there anyways. He decides to still go to school. He arrives and takes use of the locker room showers. Thankfully he has his volleyball tracksuit with him so he technically isn't breaking the uniform rule when he has to wear it all day. He simply tells everyone he got rained on on the walk to school and nobody bats an eye. He does substantially better in practice than he has in a long time. His stuffy nose cleared up sometime after lunch, A lunch period he spent napping in the library. After practice he grabs his sodden uniform from his locker and shoves it in his bag, noting he has to wash it when he gets home. He checks the news on his phone as he waits outside the gym, the train station is still backed up from the tree incident, the store that is still happening must have obstructed the clean up so he decides to walk home.
Yamaguchi walks up behind him and taps him on the shoulder. He explains why he didn't commute to school with him this morning, how he got stuck on the train for an hour and had to get off and jog to his first class. Tsuki didn't even realize his friend's absence in his morning predicament, but he just nodded and kept walking. The two walk in silence, Yamaguchi attempting to share his umbrella with Tsuki but it isn't helping much, the blonde is still quite wet from the rain. Tsuki notices a familiar twinge in his bladder. He chooses to ignore it for the time being, but cant help but feel a little nervous when he remembers this morning. He didn't go before leaving the gym, and he did drink many bottles of water during practice because he was doing so well today for some reason. In hindsight, he should have gone, the plumbers are probably still at his house.
“Are you okay?” Yamaguchi. Tsuki, deep in his train of thought, didn't even realize he had slowed down his pace.
“Sorry, I just-I have to pee.” Tsuki admits his need, it's Yamaguchi after all. The two of them have shared everything with each other since middle school. The two have seen each other with wet pants and red eyes many times before. Hell, Yamaguchi even puked on him one time at the fair.
“Oh, I actually do as well, I kinda forgot to go after practice.” Yamaguchi admits. Tsuki notices his slight fidgeting as he stands still and starts walking again. The two walk in silence for a while. Tsuki tried to drown out the sound of the rain as it made his need worse.
“I won't stay, because you're probably busy, but can I actually go inside and use your toilet when we get to your house? I'm sorry, it's just, I don't know if I can wait till I get to my house.” Yamaguchi breaks the silence, Tsuki looks over at his green haired friend who is not so subtle gripping himself in his pocket. Tsuki cringes at what he looked like earlier.
“Our plumbing is broken. Mom had a mishap this morning.” Tsuki feels bad, but it's not like he isn't in the same boat.
“Oh. that's not good. What are we gonna do?” Yamaguchi stops walking and looks around. Tsuki does too. This whole time he wasn't worried about the plumbing at home. Once he realized how wet he was from the rain again, he was just gonna squat down and pee like he did this morning. He already has to do laundry anyways, But with Yamaguchi in the same predicament, he can't suggest that, can he?
“Um? I was just gonna wait for the plumber to finish.” Tsuki lies. But he feels bad the instant he does. He doesn't lie to Yamaguchi.
“Yeah, I don't think that will work for me.” Yamaguchi laughs but Tsuki can see him swallow hard, his eyes darting around the congested residential area they are in.
“Let's just keep walking.” Tsuki says. His needs are bad. Not as bad as Yamaguchi’s it seems but standing there getting more wet not being able to hold himself is making it worse. Tuski keeps an eye on Yamaguchi, his hand has moved from inside his pocket to outside, holding himself for what looks like dear life. Long abandoning the umbrella. Tsuki realizes his comfort level for the rest of their walk would be greatly improved if he did the same. He places a hand on his crotch and looks over at Yamaguchi who gives him a sympathetic look.
“Tsukiiiii!” Yamaguchi stops in his tracks and dances around his legs crossing tightly, “I really have to go…I think i’m gonna have to go behind one of these walls and…” Tsuki can see the blush creep onto his friends face. He knows he isn't one to break the law and expose himself in public like this. It must be urgent for him to admit to that.
“Yama-wait- um I- You don’t wanna get in trouble.” Tsuki grabs his arm and pulls him over to a brick wall next to the street.
“Tsuki, it's either that or…” Yamaguchi hips and jerks in all directions, Tsuki still has a hand in between his legs. He realizes this is ridiculous. They both are soaked. He is just being shy for no reason. “Nobody is around to see! Really, I mean, I don't want to do it obviously, but it's an emergency and it hurts and-
“I'm gonna pee.” Tsuki says nonchalantly, cutting his rambling friends off because he is right, It hurts. Yamaguchi's eyes light up.
“Okay! Let's go find a hidden spot! I think if we just go this way-” Yamaguchi goes to grab Tsuki's arm but the blonde is already squatting down.
“Tsuki? Are you okay?! Let's go over here, just a little more!” Yamaguchi is stepping from foot to foot looking confused at Tsuki, when he sees it. The shudder of liquid cascading from his friend's butt onto the pavement below his crouched down body.
Tsuki looks up at his friend as his relief washes over him. He can't believe he is doing this again, but it feels so good and way less embarrassing than this morning, mostly because he did it of his own volition.
“Tsuki!” Yamaguchi crouches down next to his friend and places a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It's okay, accidents happen! Lets just, ah-” Yamaguchi stops and shoves a hand between his legs.
“Not an accident, I just needed to go, So I did. I was already wet and I have to wash my gym clothes anyways.” Tsuki says it's weird to talk while actively peeing, feeling your clothes warm as piss runs through them. “Plus it's not exactly illegal to pee your pants in public, so…” He cringes slightly at the admission that this is pissing his pants and not just going to the bathroom like it feels like it is.
“You-You seem like you have done this before…” Yamaguchi says Tsuki blushes at that but his embarrassment is short-lived when he sees his friend's hands quickly jerk away from his crotch.
Yamaguchi is peeing himself. A high-schooler. He is crouched down pissing in his school uniform next to his best friend who is also peeing his pants. The relief that washes over him he is sure is visible on his face but doesn't do anything to stop the flow. “Oh my god!” Yamaguchi says letting his face fall into his hands and piss drips from him. Tsuki has stopped crouching beside him and is standing up, wiping his glasses off on the inside of his jacket. When he feels empty enough to walk the rest of the way home, he cuts off his flow and stands up.
“That was, I can't believe I just did that!” Yamaguchi looks around to see if anyone saw what he and his friend just did.
“It's fine. You don't even look any different than you did a few minutes ago.” Tsuki says so calmly. “You have done this before, haven't you, oh my god Tsuki!” Yamaguchi realizes as they begin to walk, the blonde not even phased.
“This morning I kind of…” Tsuki mumbles under his breath. “It was an accident! I swear! Was like, what were we gonna do…It couldn't have been helped.” Tsuki suddenly realizes what he just did openly and how his friend reacted.
“I-I’m not judging you! I'm just surprised is all!” Yamaguchi grabs Tsuki’s arm and interlocks it with his. Tsuki feels better, they both walk to his house. To see the plumber van is parked outside.
“I'm actually not busy, wanna come in and play video games until the storm dies down?” Tsuki says, walking up to his front door. “I can wash your clothes with my uniform from this morning.”
“Yeah, but um, I kinda…” Yamaguchi looks both directions down Tsuki’s street before quickly crouching down in his front yard. “I didn't let it all out earlier…” He blushed as he released the rest of his pee into his already wet pants. Not wanting to hold it while the plumber fixed Tsuki’s toilet.
“Yama-hahaha” Tsuki laughs and his friend stands up and walks into his house like nothing ever happened, like he didn't just pee his pants next to his mom’s rose bushes.
“This stays between us.” Yamaguchi says as he walks past Tsuki,
“Obviously, now let's get out of these clothes.” Tsuki clothes the door behind them.
(posting some fics i’ve written and posted on Ao3 for everyone on tumblr to enjoy)
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hollyhomburg · 4 years
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BYE now I have a lactation kink like the little smut for Viking!packtan and the reader calling joon a puppy alpha bc he was so eager - wow that shit was 🥵🥵
joon might be pack alpha but he’s a 👅💦 just like jungkook in this au
honestly I think the only alpha not into it is hoseok, who along with the betas can kinda take or leave the experience, though tae is a little into it sometimes in the morning kinda noses at the front of yours or Jimin's shirt and just wants to suckle kinda gently- and if there's milk in his mouth after then there is and he dosent mind. and the omegas are kinda like “yeah we’ve all been there it can be mad uncomfortable” but oh shit- why did i just get the image of like- wait this should be hidden in the tags 
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becca-e-barnes · 2 years
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ps!bucky with voyuerism or exhibitionism ! maybe he does a live stream for people to watch him fuck u while reading the comments with gritted teeth. or he punishes u by showing the avengers how dumb u could be when ure on his cock
Okay I literally can’t, I adore the thought of exhibition and voyuerism, I want to write both of these scenarios omg 😩 but I’m gonna do the first one for now bc it suits ps!bucky a little better in my head and then the second absolutely deserves its own fic at some point
❤️ PS!Bucky Masterlist Here!! ❤️
Warnings: Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, little degradation. Putting this one under a cut just in case. Please don't read if these themes will up set you.
But god, can you imagine how he’d set the whole thing up. He’d have the camera pointed right at the bed, he’d have ring lights set up and the laptop right beside him. He’d have you angled so the camera can see both you and him and he’d start off by making out with you and manhandling you into place.
He tosses you around like you weigh nothing, starting off with you on your hands and knees, looking into the camera as he teases your dripping hole with the tip of his dick, collecting the wetness that's covering your slick folds.
“Fuck, you're right, she's so eager, isn't she. Silly little pussy is drooling for me already." Bucky's taunts come from over your shoulder as he reads the comments on the laptop, just his tip sliding into you, making you groan at the stretch.
The rest of his length follows soon after, stretching you out, parting your fluttering walls. "Shit baby girl, you're choking my cock, you know that? Nothing compares to this pretty pussy." You groan as his hand lands on your ass cheek, a little yelp leaving your throat as he does.
"Oh she loves being spanked, filthy girl gets off on it. Just like she gets off on knowing there's a couple of thousand people on here right now, waiting for me to fuck her senseless." You groan, low and throaty at his words, your pussy threatening to cum of it's own accord. A couple of thousand people are watching your boyfriend stretching you out and you know that number will only keep growing, it always does.
Bucky starts to slip in and out of you, grunting with each thrust into your body. He doesn't hold back for the camera, this is an insight into how he really fucks when he's not given a script to follow so he holds nothing back. But he's so conscious that most of these people aren't really here to see him. They're here to see you. The sweet little thing that he brings as his plus one to the award shows, who looks totally out of place but so proud of her boyfriend when he wins everything he's been nominated for.
"Pound her? Y'wanna see what happens when I go hard and fast?" He secretly loves reading the suggestions that come up in the chat bar because it's the interaction from strangers that makes you flutter around him.
"You ready kitten?" He smirks, placing a hand flat on the small of your back, making sure you're looking straight down the camera before fucking you exactly how he's told.
It doesn't take long for your whines to get higher pitched and your face to screw up in pleasure. Half of the excitement comes from knowing other people are watching you and getting themselves off. They're watching your pretty face as your boyfriend takes you apart and they're probably so horny they can't help themselves.
"B-Bucky. God 'm gonna cum." You pant, your eyes losing focus. Almost immediately the chat is flooded with "Make her cum" and it makes Bucky absolutely crazy knowing so many people know what he's capable of.
"Cum for me kitten, let all these people see what a pretty mess you make on my dick. Such a creamy fucking pussy, wish I could pass you around and let them all use you. You'd fuckin' love that." His teeth are gritted, watching so many people comment how badly they want to fuck you and he can't help but smirk because not one of them will ever get the chance. You're his. But it makes you wetter to imagine it and it's good for views so he doesn't mind playing into the fantasy.
After a second or two, you cum with a blissed out moan, your mouth falling open to let the stream of whines out.
"Oh, that's it, good girl. Cum for me, sweetheart. Holy shit, tightest fuckin' pussy I've ever felt. Fuck, don't stop, keep cummin', that's it." He groans at how much wetter his dick seems every single time he thrusts back out of you, working you through your orgasm before pulling out and giving you the most passionate kiss right in front of the camera.
"You wanna clean me up, princess? Wanna suck your cum off daddy's dick?" He almost thinks you're the pornstar from the way you bite your lip and look up at him before shuffling down the bed, taking his length in your mouth and slurping your own wetness off him, keeping it nice and sloppy for the camera
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hongism · 2 years
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04 - s.mingi + degradation (18+)
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» s.mingi x gn!reader » 18+ dni if minor » language, explicit smut, cock caging, degradation, praise, ruined orgasms, overstimulation, manual stimulation, anal fingering, use of sex toys/dildos, use of a riding crop, oral sex: m receiving (but not really), some impact play/cock slapping, use of gendered slurs (directed at mingi), dacryphilia, subspace, dominant reader, submissive mingi » wc 2.7k » link to masterlist
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today you have mingi on his knees, skin pressing into the pale carpet in a way that looks more comfortable than it really is. it’s deceptively innocent, even without an ounce of clothing on his body and feet tucked under his ass like he’s trying to seem smaller than he actually is. it won’t work in his favor; such behavior never does when he’s already gone this far. 
instead, it earns him a light smack over the top of his thigh with the riding crop in your hand, and the impact draws a whimper from his full lips seconds later. a slight bit of saliva trickles out the corner of his mouth, enough to catch on his chin and stop there before falling further. the visual is intoxicating in a lot of ways, things you don’t like to admit outside the bedroom out of fear of ruining the pretty, picture-perfect innocence you seem to bear there. some part of your brain does wonder what those people would think seeing you dominate mingi in this way when they always assume him to hold that position in your relationship.
on his knees, drooling and whimpering with a solid metal cage around his big useless cock, and you over him with a smile on your lips.
it’s intoxicating.
“you enjoy this, don’t you?” you inquire. the edge to your tone feigns true curiosity but your gaze says otherwise, something borderline sadistic to the way you look down at the man on his knees. “must be so hard having such a nice big cock only to have it locked up right now.”
the riding crop pushes under his chin. you raise his head to look more clearly at his face slowly, admiring the glisten on his brow and in his eyes. something twists in your brain. 
you want to see him cry.
“i asked you a question, baby boy.” 
mingi’s thighs twitch at that nickname, a blatant cue to how much he enjoys it, and his watery gaze flits up to look you in the eye.
“there’s my pretty baby, looking all good and needy for me,” you coo. there’s a faux innocence in your words, lacing some easy praise in to heighten the blow you’re about to deliver. “what a pathetic slut.”
if he could crumple to the floor, you don’t doubt that he would do so now, but he has enough sense to stay put despite how the words send a shudder through his spine. he tucks his hands further under his legs, pressing between where his calves and thighs squeeze together and make his skin splay like the perfect canvas for you to paint on. the red streaks across his pale skin, the sheen of sweat over them, and the way his muscles tremble from the effort of keeping still — he’s a masterpiece, one of your own creation, and you don’t plan on letting anyone else see him.
for now, though, you wish for those crystalline tears to fall, you want to see spit smeared over his neck and chest, and you want to hear him gag prettily for you. 
“what do you want, baby?” you take a moment to squat down to his height, head tilting to the side as you look him in the eye. “want me to touch you?”
mingi offers his first weak nod of the night as his cheeks flush a pretty red and he ducks his chin to the side. 
“good boy.” perhaps it’s a bit too cruel, the way you lower the riding crop further and slip the tip between the small gap in his cock cage. the leather digs into his dick, teasing his slit enough to make mingi writhe under your touch. he’s still good though — still stays put and doesn’t try bringing his hands out from where they’re losing feeling between his legs. it’s going to result in his first ruined orgasm, and you count the seconds in your head before he cries out and a weak trail of cum spills through the slit of metal encasing. “must be hard having to cum like that, baby. can’t even put your big dick to good use, huh?”
“n-no,” mingi whimpers as you pull the riding crop back and hold it to his face.
“clean it for me.”
his tongue slips out like he’s putting it on display. you give him a sweet smile that’s deceptively innocent again. the first slap of the leather on his tongue is a shock to him. it’s almost enough for him to lose his position and grab for his crotch, and you’re nearly tempted to take the cage off for him so he can cum properly. he has to earn that right though. you only give him two more sharp hits to the tongue before turning away and stepping over to the edge of the bed. mingi pants behind you, almost dog-like in how hard he’s breathing.
“need a break, princess? what’s your color?”
“green…. ‘m okay, ‘m okay, p-promise,” mingi huffs out in response, lifting his gaze to you as you look back at him over your shoulder. 
“my pretty baby, you’re so good for me,” you singsong back through a tight-lipped grin. “made to be my perfect little toy… made for me, yeah?”
“y-yes.” 
you exhale a breathy laugh despite his affirmation not being funny in the slightest.
“you aren’t being so chatty tonight, love, are you sure you want me that badly?”
“i do!” mingi almost stumbles over his words in the rush he makes to affirm them, and another laugh slips free, one that comes from your chest with more force. “i do, please, i want you.”
“please?” you echo, arching a brow at the collection of toys before you. you settle on one in particular and pick it up with delicate fingers and a smirk. 
“please, please, i’ll beg, i’ve been good. i’m still in position! i’m being so good for you, y/n, i really am, right?”
“you are…” you turn back towards mingi, letting a genuine smile of adoration come over your lips. “you’re being my perfect little princess, baby. the perfect toy for me. you’re always so good, aren’t you?”
mingi nods like a man possessed, motions erratic in his rush to affirm your words. you press the head of the dildo in your hand further into your palm. 
“do you wish this were you?” the stroke you give to the shaft is long and obnoxious, emphasizing the twist of your wrist and how you squeeze the base lightly. mingi goes dumb for a moment; his gaze flits over the silicone then up to your face then back down to your hand that repeats the rhythmic motions. “can’t even use your stupid cock to please me right now, but that’s okay, right? you can get off if i fuck myself with this in front of you, no?”
the whimper that leaves mingi is borderline pathetic.
“don’t worry, my love. i won’t do that to you. you’ve been so good for me tonight… there’s no need for punishment, okay?”
“promise?” he asks, lashes growing wetter by the second. your gut twists and turns, the desire to see those tears fall over the balls of his cheeks rising up only for you to squash it a second later.
“promise, baby boy.” you step closer to him again, and rather than kneeling down to his height, you merely stop before him and lower the flesh-toned dildo to his lips. “won’t you be a good cockslut and suck for me?”
it’s a lewd mimicry of an actual blowjob — the visual of him taking the dildo that’s settled in your palm right beside your hip almost makes it look real. his lips stretch around the girth, the size of it almost akin to how his own erection would look if not for the metal keeping him locked up right now. there’s a certain haziness to the way mingi blinks up at you, the motions slower than normal like he’s thinking too hard about it or approaching a different mindset that will leave him needy and clingy for hours to come. not that you mind — taking care of him afterward is almost as good as taking care of him during, and you’d rather die than be a bad dom for him. 
you push the dildo to the back of his mouth, hitting his throat in one easy thrust, and the tears overflow. they stream over his skin with ease, and you see his shoulders begin to cave in a bit with each passing second. his hips jut in little staggered motions that betray his intentions, but you simply let him strive for a friction that will never really come. not the way he wants at least. 
he’s drooling around the cock between his lips and wetting it more and more with each thrust. you can't resist the urge to take your free hand to his chin, catching a dribble of saliva and smearing down towards his chest. you cross the planes of his flat chest with a wet path in your wake before reaching one of his budded nipples. just brushing over it with the slightest amount of pressure has him groaning out a low moan. like music to your ears, he repeats the sound when you tweak his nipple a little harder. 
“you can cum, baby boy. think your pathetic cock can squirt for me?” you pull the dildo from his mouth to let him speak, obviously waiting for an answer with the way you dangle the fake cock just out of his reach. his voice comes out gravelly and low when he manages to squeak out a response. 
“good whores can.”
“is that what you are, my love?”
“please,” he whispers, an edge of desperation to his tone, and you can’t deny him what he wants.
“yes, my baby, you’re a good whore for me. all mine.” you nudge the dildo back to his waiting mouth, putting more pressure into your push this time around. mingi takes it almost greedily like it can’t get in his throat fast enough, and he all but leans into it seconds later. you squat down to his level, at last, keeping one arm up to thrust the silicone between his plump lips that have long since swollen up from the overuse. you don’t have your key on hand — it’s over on the bed along with your other supplies — but you won’t be needing it quite yet, reaching down to grip the little bit of his shaft that isn’t trapped within the metal cage. 
mingi gags around the dildo once more, but this time you aren’t nearly as deep in his throat, so you withdraw the toy to let him choke out a few words. 
“c-can you finger me? please?” 
your mind goes blank for half a second, hand reaching up to sweep away some of the leftover tears on his cheeks before you recover and remember your place in the scene. 
“mm, keep sucking.” you push the dildo down to the floor then go to pull mingi’s hands out from under his thighs. the freedom has him flexing his probably numb fingers as best he can, but he doesn’t waste any time in sitting up on his knees and bending in half to reach the fake cock once more. you get to your feet, eyes taking in the pretty expanse of his back and ass, the red marks on his hamstrings that indicate how much pressure he was putting on his hands. even as you retrieve the lube from the bed, mingi doesn’t budge and continues to follow your gentle orders without complaint.
you announce your arrival behind him with a sharp backhand slap to one side of his ass, delighting in the way he jolts and clenches around nothing. his noises are muffled by the dildo, but still music to your ears as always. his cock dangles uselessly between his legs, and the metal encasing jingles with his sporadic movements. 
your first finger is cold when it slips into the heat of mingi’s ass, no effort put into trying to warm up the lube when you know how much mingi enjoys that first chill a little more every time. your fingers aren’t nearly as long as mingi’s so the effort that goes into searching for his sweet spot is far greater than it would be the other way around. he seems to content to wait, dick still dribbling strings of translucent cum like he never stopped cumming in the first place. you know by now he’s surely bordering the brink of overstimulation, the limit where it starts to become too much, but he keeps whining each time you threaten to pull your fingers out of him.
“one more, baby boy, then we’ll be done for the night and get you cleaned up,” you murmur, more to yourself than to him at this point because of how far gone he is. it’s endearing in a way, at least in your eyes it is, and it turns intoxicating once more with the first brush of your fingers over his prostate. 
“hngh, o-oh… y/n, ah, i’ll cum early!” his mouth pops off the dildo to spew the words, and spit pools on the wood floor with his motions. 
“the sooner you finish, the sooner we can get you in the bath, love.” you dig your fingers as deep as they can go, crooking them midway to repeat the same brush over his sweet spot. it garners you the reaction you were after — mingi cries out louder than he has so far in this session, legs going weak as he threatens to topple over. you grab for his hip with your free hand and try your best to steady his big body before he fully falls. all his cock can do at this point is give a few more weak spurts of the same translucent cum that pools on the floor between his legs. “good job, baby, look at you. you did so well for me.”
“y/n, i-i, fuck, i—”
“shh, baby, you’re okay, i’ve got you, okay?” you turn him to the side as gently as you can, trying to avoid any of the bodily fluids that are now spread over the wood, and help him lay flat against the floor on his back. you won’t make him stay there long, only enough for him to catch his breath and get some feeling back in his legs. you’ll get the key to his cage later too; you can’t risk leaving him right as he’s coming down from an orgasm even if it’s just a few feet away. so you drag yourself up his lanky body and settle over his waist with hands planted on his shoulders and a smile on your lips. “you with me still?”
“y-yeah,” he pants, eyes squeezed shut so tightly that there are wrinkles around his temples. you shift your hands up to brush over those spots, and the man under you relaxes into the touch. 
it’s a slow process, bringing him down from the intensity of the orgasm and overstimulation, but it’s comfortable as well if you ignore the sweat sticking to your bodies. 
“mm, okay, ‘m back, i’m back. fuckin’ drowsy as hell,” he murmurs some time later. the way his words slur is indication enough of his exhaustion, but you aren’t about to let him pass out on the floor like this.
“okay, big boy, up we go then. let’s take a bath and let me get everything cleaned up then you can pass out.” you move to climb off mingi and get to work, but he catches hold of your waist and tugs you back down to his face momentarily.
“love you, baby.”
you smile into his lips, pressing a chaste kiss there.
“i love you too.”
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freakynct · 3 years
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!jaehyun, degradation, praising, unprotected sex, hair pulling
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“why are you passing so much?” you heard jaehyun chuckling from behind you and you slowing looked over at him again.
you knew exactly why you were passing and so did he. your eyes ran over his body, slouched over the big pillows and blankets, his legs parted in a very inviting manspread, and one of his hands rested on top of his head, his fingers running through his thick brow hair. you couldn’t help but divert your gaze to his arm, his black t-shirt hugging his flexed muscles so perfectly. you found yourself staring at him for longer than anticipated, as if he was hypnotising, and something about the smug smirk on his lips made you realize that he probably noticed that too.
“come here.” he murmured. his raspy voice sent shivers down your body and you felt a burning sensation starting to build up on your lower stomach. you didn’t even realize at first but your legs were moving ever so slowly in his direction. his body lifted up, taking a seated position as you stood in front of him. your body jolted as soon as you felt the tip of his warm fingers on your bare thighs, running up and down your skin slowly.
“you know i can give you anything you want if you just ask for it.” his voice was so calm but so confident, and even tho you were the one hovering over him he was still so intimidating in your eyes. you pressed your thighs together in a nervous reflex and jaehyun chuckled, letting his body fall back to his initial position over the pillows. you felt his gaze on you, his eyes running over your body, staring at your face, down to your chest and finally over your legs, and for a moment you felt naked under the sparkle of his brown eyes.
a rush of sudden confidence washed over you. jaehyun was not one to beg for anything and you knew that if you didn’t take this opportunity now you might as well say goodbye to feeling him inside you and you were way too desperate at this point to give that away. you started slowly making your way over him, your hands landing on his chest as you tried finding balance while you prompted your legs on either side of his body, straddling him. you tried to ignore the feeling of his rough jeans against the thin fabric of your underwear as hard as it was and as much as you wanted to move against it. you still hadn’t found the courage to look at jaehyun or as much as say a word to him as you simply played with the chain around his neck.
“look at me.” you heard him between a breath and you hesitantly lifted your eyes to meet his. he didn’t say a word, his eyes fixed on you and you noticed a smirk starting to form on his lips.
“what?” you let out a nervous laugh as you felt your cheeks burning and as you were about to divert your eyes away from him again, his hand catched your chin first, catching you by surprise causing your eyes to widen slightly.
“i told you to look at me, didn’t i?” although his voice still remained calmed there was something about it that made the burning sensation on your stomach to return 10x stronger. “answer me.” he finished. you nodded your head slightly, his fingers still grabbing a hold of your face, pushing your cheeks together. “if i don’t hear a word coming out of your mouth in the next 5 seconds i swear i’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit.” you had to contain yourself not to whimper at his words and you quickly collected yourself.
“sorry.” you tried talking through the pout jaehyun’s fingers were creating and you saw his face relaxing a little, his hand finally letting go of your face, running his thumb over your cheek instead.
“good girl, you know what’s best for you.” he chuckled and his hands found place over your hips, applying pressure and forcing your body to slowly move over his. “tell me baby, have you been thinking about my dick all day?” your fingers digged at his chest as you tried not to moan at the feeling building inside you. 
“n-no.” you lied, your voice giving you away, so weak you felt embarrassed for already being a mess from so little contact.
“no?” the smirk on his face grew bigger, his eyes roaming all over your face as his hands forced you to grind harder against him and this time you couldn’t help the broken whimper that left your mouth, your eyes falling shut at the pleasure. “is that why you’re already soaking through my pants?” all you could do was blush. you knew he was right, you had been wet just from staring at him and now that you were feeling him grow harder under you there was no way to hide your eagerness from him anymore. you let out a loud whine as jaehyun landed his hand sharply over your ass. “i’m so nice to you and yet you’re lying to me.” he tsk you, slowly shaking his head in disappointment. 
“‘m sorry.” you cried out, the knot in your stomach tightening. 
“are you gonna start telling the truth?” 
“yes.” you breathed out. you felt like you couldn’t take the feeling much longer but suddenly jaehyun was stopping your movements all together and you looked at him confused and out of breath.
“tell me what you want.” his voice was stern and you swallowed before proceeding.
“i want you.” your fingers pulled at his shirt. “want you inside me.” your last words were almost a whisper but jaehyun could hear you well enough.
“what are you waiting for then, princess? hurry up.” he smirked and you lowered your eyes to his lap. you shyly moved your fingers over his belt and started undoing the buckle but you were suddenly interrupted by another spank, making you jolt forward and whimper. “i said hurry up.” 
you nodded as you quickened your movements, undoing his belt completely and opening up his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear. you watched as the tip of his cock slapped against his stomach, red and swollen. turns out you weren’t the only one eager and needy.
“no, keep it on.” he said as you started to lift your dress. “you look cute like that.” you had lost count of how many times you had blushed at his comments. you took your underwear off and made your way to his lap again. jaehyun kept his posture, laid back with one of his arms behind his head. you felt observed by him but you were unsure on what to do. “do you need another spank?” he raised his eyebrow at you and you shook your head, but in despite of your denial you felt his palm against your ass again, ripping a muffled whine out of you. “you do since you’re still not using your words.” he rested back again and his body relaxed. “i want you to fuck yourself on my cock…” he hesitated, his smug smirk sparkling back up on his lips. “... or you can’t even do that, hm?” the way he was making you feel embarrassed only made the wetness between your legs grow bigger and you were starting to feel it stick to the inside of your thighs.
“i can.” you said as you remembered the rule he had set.
“show me.” jaehyun bit his bottom lip as he felt your hand around his cock and he watched you through hooded eyes as you lowered yourself into him, letting him slide inside you with ease.
you let out a breathy moan at the feeling of finally being filled by him as jaehyun let his head fall back, a grunt escaping his lips as you started moving on top of him. your hands found their way back to his chest, grabbing handfuls of the black fabric still covering his upper half in hopes of steadying yourself but you started realizing soon enough that keeping your composure while feeling his cock coming in and out of you was almost impossible. your moans grew more desperate as the knot in the pit of your stomach tightened and you quickly started realizing that you weren’t used to not having jaehyun’s help when you ride him and it definitely made a difference as it didn’t take long for your legs to grow weaker and tired as well. you didn’t stop but your movements were starting to slow down and you found yourself grinding back and forward on his cock more than moving up and down. your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you heard jaehyun’s mocking laugh from underneath you but you didn’t have much time to react before his hand was grabbing at your hair and pulling you down towards him, making you lay on top of him, his face only mere centimeters away from yours.
“you’re such a useless little slut.” he breathed onto your lips, the grip on your hair was still tight and you whimpered at the degrading name. “i guess i have to show you how it's done, don’t i?” and before you even had time to answer back to him, his arm was already around your waist as he held you in place while thrusting back into you at a pace so fast you almost lost your breath for a second.
you let your head fall into his shoulder, muffling your moans against him and this time there was no way you could keep them inside. you felt your core burning quicker and quicker with each thrust of his cock and the grunts coming from jaehyun’s mouth were starting to throw you into a spiral. if it wasn’t for jaehyun’s strong arms around your body keeping you still, you were sure you had already lost your balance.
“jae-” the words barely formed in your throat, being interrupted by repeated moans and whimpers, but jaehyun didn’t need to hear you say it to know how close you were.
“you wanna cum already baby?” his voice was breathy, tired from the strength required but he wasn’t giving any signs of stopping so soon. “you love my cock inside you, don’t you? you love being fucked like this.” you whined against his shoulder. the pleasure was amazingly overwhelming and you were starting to feel light headed. “you think my little slut deserves to cum?” you cried out a string of “yes’s” as you felt your orgasm dangerously close. jaehyun let out a loud grunt as he felt your walls clenching around him. “alright baby, cum for me.” one more thrust and you were squirming under his arms as the orgasm rushed violently through you, one last moan falling from your lips. your body fell weak on top of jaehyun’s as you felt him filling you up with his warm cum and quickly you felt his body relax too.
you lifted your head slightly, running your fingers through his hair and placing a soft kiss on his cheek as you watched a smile appear on his lips from the gesture.
“let’s stay here like this for a little bit.” he murmured, his eyes were still closed but his hand came up to caress your hair and you laid your head on his chest.
“but you’re still inside me.” you giggled, listening to his heartbeat right under you.
“i know.”
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eijishimas · 3 years
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midnight snack.
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18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up.
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content warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection irl pls!), quirk use (electro stimulation), a hint of overstim, & a sprinkle of degradation. f!reader.
notes: all i could think about while writing this was “and they were roommates! ohmygod they were roommates.” also thank u bria ( @rekiri ) & sun ( @kiridarling ) for keeping me sane while writing this, ily both <3
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You rarely got hungry in the middle of the night. You usually went to bed full of food cooked by yourself or ordered takeout by your roommate, Denki. Tonight was different, however. You had been working on a project, one that was taking up far too much of your time due to your incompetent group members causing you to pick up the slack. You had been stressed beyond belief lately because of them. Maybe a small stretch would help clear your mind, you reasoned to yourself internally. While you were at it, a midnight snack wouldn’t be too bad. It would help ease your nerves, even. You stood from your desk, stretching your arms above your head and cracking the joints of your shoulders. Now exiting your room, you threw a glance across the hallway to see the light under your roommate’s door was still on. Of course he was staying up again, when did he not? Probably off playing video games with the guys again.
You yawned, bare feet pattering against the hardwood of your apartment floor on your way to the kitchen. You shivered, wearing only a cropped sweater you had thrifted and a pair of your comfiest shorts. So what if they were a little short on you, they did the job of keeping you comfy while you slept. No one besides Denki saw you in them, mostly because you wore them to bed. Opening the fridge door, you cringed at the harsh lighting hitting you square in the face. You bent over, eyes scanning the bottom shelf for something to pique your interest. Since you figured Denki was in his room, you didn’t bother to bend your knees while you were searching for your snack.
“Uh- I uh, whatcha lookin’ for?” Denki’s voice cracked slightly. What were the odds? Your head whipped up so fast from the fridge, you nearly knocked into the door of it. Your face began to overheat as you saw your roommate standing there in his pyjamas, fighting off his own blush as he looked at you. Had he seen how your shorts rode up your ass, giving the perfect view of the lace black panties you had been wearing that night? Maybe. The answer was most definitely a yes, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you. He really didn’t want to die by your hands.
“I was, well I was grabbing some water,” you fumbled for your words as Denki approached you, moving around the bar counter of your apartment to peer into the fridge himself from behind you. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead indicating that he had just hopped out of the shower. No kidding, he had used your fruit passion shampoo along with lemon scented body wash again. You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck from how close he was to you, your tongue wetting your lips as you tried to ease your building nerves. You were never so nervous around him, he was your roommate and your best friend. The two of you had always been comfortable around each other.
You stood perfectly still, razor focused on the fruit cup on the top shelf to distract your mind that was buzzing with electricity. He smelled so good. He felt awfully warm. And he was incredibly close to you, so much so that you could hear his own inner monologue if you listened hard enough. You were so caught up in your thoughts that your mind barely registered that his hands were sitting comfortably on your waist. “Hey,” Denki spoke up, “Did you wear that for me?”
Processing his words, there was a tiny heat that began to burn low in your stomach. “I’m sorry?” you squeaked out.
“The black lacy ones. The ones that make me want to eat you out on the counter until you’re screaming. Did you wear those for me?” his voice was low, whispering deliciously into your ear. Sinful thoughts were clouding your mind, your previous intentions of getting a snack now lost to the idea of possibly choking on something else entirely tonight. “Denki—” His hands slipped beneath your shirt, stopping just below your breasts. You were starting to feel something hard poking at the cheek of your ass. Your breath hitched, thighs clenching together in an attempt to tame the growing heat between them. The two of you had been dancing around the notion of having feelings for each other for a long time.
You tried to look the other way every time he would stare at you for just a small bit longer than he should. He pretended to not notice the way you sat so very close to him, despite the entire couch being free. The way your fingertips brushed his thighs when you leaned over him to grab the remote. The way his touch lingered on your hip when he went to pass behind you while you cooked dinner together, his palms warm and jittery. Everything clicked together so perfectly for the two of you, it was beginning to become undeniable and almost comical at this point.
Tonight only made you more desperate for some type of release, since all of the previous tension between the two of you had crescendoed into Denki moulding his lips to your neck and sucking deep purple marks in a lovely pattern against your hot skin. Your legs felt weak, a strained moan escaping you. Between the cool air of the open fridge and his hands exploring your torso, it felt like heaven. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples eagerly, his name falling off your tongue as if second nature. You wanted him bad. And he wanted nothing more than to strip you of your clothes and have you right there in the kitchen.
Your legs quivered as he touched you, allowing yourself to lean back against him and succumb to his affection. “I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, baby,” the confidence radiating off the blond was dripping right into his tone. It made more of that liquid heat manifest in your lower half. You were quite certain that those lacy black panties Denki had been talking about now had a wet patch from all of his ministrations. His hands kept massaging at your breasts, small whimpers leaving your lips as you whispered out how you needed more from him. You panted, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to your skin. Your hips seemed to move on their own as you wiggled your ass right up against his prominent hard on. “Fuck,” he swore, fingers dipping into your shorts and past the waistline of your underwear to feel your slick. You were soaking from his touches, thighs shaking and fingers finding purchase in blond locks as his finger pad grazed your aching clit. “More,” you whined with need, “I wanna.. I wanna touch you, please.”
Denki’s mind felt like it was melting. Was this a dream? He never wanted to wake up if that was the case. He inserted a finger into your core, heart fluttering upon hearing you moan out for him again. Your walls hugged his single digit, his dick twitching at the sensation. You were feeling unbearably sensitive for some reason that night, the way his thumb drew circles around your clit paired with his finger reaching within you made your head light. “You’re so greedy, look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. Moaning like that for me. From how much you walk around like a little slut, you had this coming,” Denki nibbled at the lobe of your ear before adding a second digit, curling his fingers and further sending you into your pleasure. “Denki,” you called out again, head tossed against his shoulder, ass rubbing right against his dick in ways that made his head spin. “You’re so wet, do you hear that? Holy fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” Denki’s words made the coil inside the pit of your stomach snap, your first orgasm of the night finally washing over you as you clenched around his fingers. It took all of Denki’s willpower not to cum in his boxers right then and there. Falling against him for support, your hips lazily rolled against his digits to ride out your high.
“Up on the counter babe, we’re not done yet. I’m still feeling a bit hungry,” he murmured into your ear. The two of you backed away from the fridge, leaving the door open to allow some light in the darkened kitchen. You turned to face him, seeing a bit of a loopy smile on his face despite his lust blown pupils. You wasted no time in connecting your lips, tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. Your body pressed his against the cool granite of the counter, his hands drifting lower down your back to meet the flesh of your ass. He tapped your ass a couple times, his fingers pinching at the fabric of your thin shorts. “You won’t be needing these,” he chuckled deeply against your lips. His drop in octave made you shiver. Your own hands mapped out his body, feeling across his abs that he prided himself on as a pro-hero while your other went right for his cock.
Your excited fingers pulled down his gray sweatpants along with his boxers, his cock springing free from its confines. There was a lovely amount of precum beading atop his reddening head, your thumb swirling the natural lube around his tip. The action elicited a groan from the blond, grabbing a bit harder at your ass. You were gentle, teasing even, your eyes glazed over in lust as your hand pumped his dick at a slow tempo. Denki’s hips began to fuck into your hand, his chest heaving as he took this time to shed himself of his t-shirt. He felt entranced by how your fingers looked so delicate fisting his cock, breath hitching in his throat as your wrist rolled with each stroke of his dick. “Do you know how— fuck — how long I’ve waited for this?” Denki’s words are gentle, his neck craning back down to nip at your exposed skin.
“Too long?”
“Way too long.”
You giggled and he groaned, a low rumble against your soft skin that makes you shiver yet again. You smirked with amusement as you felt him pulse in your hand, yet Denki pulled away from your touch just as you were about to tip him over the line to his own orgasm. “You, you first,” he told you, golden eyes trained on yours, “I like seeing you come undone for me.”
A whimper escaped you, his grin hungry with want for you and only you. “Let’s see how good you taste,” he pressed a final kiss to your lips as he eagerly dropped to his knees. With a shy look in your eyes, you allowed your legs to spread, giving Denki a full view of your pretty pussy. He was practically salivating, eyes taking in your wet sex with a strange fire lit behind them. He was eating good tonight. With your fingers threading in his hair and tugging lightly, he took it as his signal to go. You sucked in a gasp of surprise as something cool touched your already slick entrance. Oh, you had forgotten that Denki had a fucking tongue piercing.
Instinctively, your thighs started to close around Denki’s head. He held them open with ease, the metal ball of his piercing following the tip of his tongue as he happily traced your entrance. “Denki,” you huffed, growing frustrated at his languid pace. For a man who seemed rather eager, he was going very slowly. Denki hummed in response, lips now attached to your clit and you felt your body jolt at the feeling. Fuck. Maybe you should have bit your tongue instead. Channeling electricity through his quirk, you felt a shock emitted from the tiny piece of metal in his mouth to your aching clit. “Denki!” you moaned, eyelids fluttering as you struggled to keep your gaze on him. Your hands kept pulling at his semi-damp hair, rutting your hips as best as you could into his face as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. You felt ten times hotter than you did when you first entered the kitchen, your hands expelling your own sleep shirt to the floor as Denki moaned at the sight of your exposed tits. This gave him the opportunity to push his tongue into your pussy, your toes curling at the sensation of his tongue entering your heat. He had his fun, darting his tongue in and out of you as he kept moaning to keep up the tiny vibrations. Moving his bangs away from his eyes, you could only watch as he ate you out with his skilled muscle.
His tongue reached deeper inside of you, his hands holding your thighs apart firmly as they were threatening to clamp around his head with more force. You hadn’t anticipated that Denki would be this fucking good with his mouth. Your inner walls squeezed around him, your moans picking up in volume. Your nipples were peaked, your back arched and your head thrown back as all you could do was continuously grind your hips against his face. This only edged the blond further, his nose stimulating your swollen clit as his tongue delved as far as it could into your dripping cunt. You nearly screamed his name as you were finally tipped over the edge, your chest heaving as Denki suckled at your sensitive lower lips. He drank your essence happily, your body prickling with heat as he drew back to watch in awe at how your pussy fluttered invitingly around nothing. He was drunk on the feeling of you cumming on his mouth. You two were definitely doing that again.
As you steadily regulated your breathing, Denki slowly got up from his position on the floor. Wiping away a bit of your cum from the corner of his mouth, he threw you another grin. You swallowed dryly, “Need you.”
“What was that, baby?”
“Need you, Den. I need you in.. Please.” Your eyes were begging him to give you more. You had seen how much his cock had been leaking onto the kitchen floor, practically throbbing between his legs from not having given release. With a cheeky sort of smile, Denki gave you a kiss to your cheek before settling his lips to the shell of your ear. “Whatever you say, babe.”
In an instant, you were swept off the counter, your body being caged between the closed freezer door and Denki holding you up from beneath your thighs. His cock fell heavy against your stomach, twitching in its desperation for attention. The light emitting from the open door of the fridge illuminated the right half of the electric blond’s face, his expression lustful and giddy in the harsh LED lighting. It made your heart buzz with anticipation, your body tensing as he eased the head of his cock past your folds. Your hands scrambled for his shoulders, fingernails leaving red crescents along his creamy skin. Denki’s eyes were on you, his breathing irregular as you wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting back in with confidence. His lips swallowed your moans, the wet, lewd sounds of your fucking adding more tinder to the heat now coiling in the pit of your stomach for the third time tonight. “Please,” you begged, practically trembling from overstimulation as Denki rocked you into the cool aluminum of the freezer door.
“Please what, baby?” the playfulness in his tone didn’t match the serious manner in which he kept pistoning into you, chasing his own release as your slick from previous orgasms now coated his cock and ran down his thighs. Each time he went in, he angled himself right up to meet that special spot inside you to make you see tiny specks of white dot your vision. “I- I, ah! Denki!” Fingers now grasping at his hair again, you yanked harshly as you came around his pulsing cock for the third and final time, squeezing him snugly as you desperately attempted to catch your breath. There was a tingly sensation running through your legs starting from your thighs, numbing and electric as Denki kept up his quick pace to chase his own release, groaning dirty praises into your ear that made you keen. Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to go deeper and finish inside of you. His hips met yours for one last time, stuttering as he pumped his sticky cum into your abused hole. You two stayed there for a moment, you letting out quiet giggles as Denki took his time in getting the air back into his lungs. He let you down steadily from the position you had been in, making sure to hold you up since the feeling was still a bit lost in your legs.
“Wow that was,” Denki paused, struggling to find the right word for the situation you two had caught yourselves in. “Satisfying,” you finished for him, to which he blushed deeply. The smile he flashed you was earnest and relieved, if he was being quite honest. “Ah, nice! Let’s get you something to eat, maybe a cheese string. But definitely water!”
“I’m actually feeling pretty full right now in terms of cheese. Thanks for that, Den.”
“Wait really?” Denki questioned as he swept his boxers along with his shirt off the kitchen floor, his concern showing through his furrowed brow, “Not even for a cheese string?”
A deadpan look crossed your face, sighing as you gave in to your dumbass of a roommate. “One cheese string.”
“Bet!”
Needless to say, post sex activities consisted of a hot shower, the second Shrek movie, and two cheese strings (per Denki’s request). Not a bad way to relieve your stress, you concluded to yourself happily as you snuggled closer to your roommate, fingers intertwined beneath the blanket as you allowed yourself to slip into a comfortable slumber against Denki’s shoulder.
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sukirichi · 3 years
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— the other side
request:  BRUH YOUR SWIMSUIT SHOPPING WITH JJK IS GOD LEVEL 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 I think you wrote Gojo perfectly 🥺 Could I pretty please request FaceTime sex with Gojo 🤩 Like maybe Gojo’s away on a mission and he really misses reader and he’s needy so he calls her and has her put the phone down in front of her and tells her what to do 😳
warnings: nsfw, mutual masturbation, facetime sex, dirty talk (+unedited fic)
note: i actually wasn’t sure if i could write this well since i’m not the best at dialogue, but i tried my best and i hope you like it anon! thank you for the request! dinner has been served!
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Ruined. He’s absolutely ruined you.
You pull your fingers out of your clenching hole, your cheeks sweaty as you pant against your pillow. Hole clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness, your chest heaves up and down with the gnawing dissatisfaction that you could no longer cum yourself; could no longer feel pleased unless it’s Gojo doing it for you.
Before you know it, a single tear flows down until it collects besides your lips. Hands rubbing against your tired eyes, you sigh at the clock blaring 2:19 AM mockingly at you.
It’s two in the fucking morning – and you haven’t cum ever since Gojo left for work.
Your fingers just wasn’t enough; could never be enough compared to his magical tongue and long dick that absolutely drives you into with so much need, large hands grappling against your soft mounds for leverage while he pounds himself into you.
It’s not the same without him. It’s been four long days ever since Gojo left for work; four torturous days that you’ve done everything you could to get off, only to keep failing after hours of humping your pillow or doing all the work with the cute pink dildo you got just for days he wouldn’t be around. It never ends well. Your wrist would only cramp or your thighs would ache afterwards, but you never came.
Perhaps that’s one of the consequences of being greedy and wanting to keep Gojo Satoru all to yourself. In return, he’s also stolen you of the privilege of fucking yourself.
Arm sprawled over your face, your breathing begins to regulate. Your legs are still wide open, arousal leaking from your disappointed cunt. You were ready, so ready for Gojo to come home and just fuck you silly.
You hate yourself for being this way, hate that your lips are trembling because you miss him so much and you’re actually crying all because you feel so empty without him buried within you.
It’s stupid, so fucking stupid, but you can’t help it.
You turn around to your side and hug his pillow closer to your body, breathing in his scent. It helps to calm you down a bit and even reassures you you’re not really alone; he’d come back in a few days and you’ll have him all to yourself again.
It’s been a long day, and the days just keep stretching over with the fact you’ve pretty much masturbated everywhere but still never got to come. A wave of exhaustion washes over you, your eyelids growing heavy at the same time you wrap one leg around Gojo’s pillow. His musky scent still remains, almost mocking that he’s never really away from you, but the dull aching deep within your pussy says otherwise.
You’re so helpless without him.
Just as you’re about to gaze off into to dreamland, your phone blares from your bedside table. You don’t waste another second before scrambling off the bed to get it, nearly falling off if you hadn’t grasped on to the sheets hard enough.
Gojo’s contact name of baby with a heart emoji flashes on the screen. Out of reflex, your entire body responds. Palms sweaty, lips puckered, pussy fluttering and nipples peaking – it’s embarrassing how your body reacts to him strongly. If he was here and he saw the way you open yourself up to him, Gojo would laugh while knuckle deep in you, teasing that you’re so eager for him and he hasn’t even done anything yet.
You quickly swipe right to answer, the grin on your face large and beaming when his handsome face greets you. “Satoru,” you smile, leaning back on the pillows to make yourself comfortable. “I missed you.”
There’s no lie about that. He’s still so handsome with one arm propped underneath him, hair down in messy strands and his eyes free from the blindfold, allowing you to witness the magic that pooled within that beauty. Satoru is now wearing a plain white shirt in exchange of his usual dark uniform, his bicep flexing under his weight, but you’re more focused on how his eyes crinkle once he finally saw your pretty face.
You could tell he misses you just the same.
“Hey, baby,” he coos through the call, and his low, husky voice immediately sends chill down your spine. The cold air bites at your exposed cunt and you shudder; you already know you’re wet again. It’s still ‘yesterday’ where he’s at, meaning that he’d have to leave for work after three hours or so as the sun begins to rise, while you’d still be slumbering at peace.
Or at least, sleep as comfortably as you could with countless failed orgasms.
“I missed you too,” Satoru sighs. His eyes droop for a moment, and he sees the way you open your lips, ready to tell him to get some more rest instead of calling you. Satoru only presses a finger to his lips, eyes glinting playfully at your awaiting gaze. “I’m fine, baby, don’t worry about me. I just needed to hear your voice.”
Your heart skips a beat at that. You’ve always known that Satoru is flirty, and even though he isn’t exactly being too flirty right now, the mere thought of him wanting to hear your voice before he sleeps does wondrous leaps to your wavering heart.
“Me too,” you confess in a small voice, tugging up the sheets under the chin as you grow more and more shy with each passing second. “It hasn’t been the same without you, Toru. I can’t…I can’t be myself when you’re not here.”
Satoru, despite being an absolute dumb fuck all the time, isn’t stupid when it comes to that tone of your voice. He nods once and presses the phone closer to his face, voice low and serious. “What’s wrong, baby? Do you want to talk to me about it?”
Yes and no. You seriously debate whether it’s best to tell him that you can’t cum without him, simply because he’s always so much better and feels perfect compared to your nimble fingers that barely even stretch you. On the other side, you don’t want to keep him up too late, plus phone sex… well, you haven’t really done it before. Just imagining showing yourself bare to Satoru through the camera already makes your body feel warmer than it already it is. He’s seen you naked hundred of times before, but the idea that he could record it…
You swallow audibly and look away from him. Your cunt is already gushing as you imagine Satoru recording the way you lose yourself as he buries his cock into your hilt, but it’s a different thing if you could both masturbate to the thought of each other.
“Babe,” Satoru cuts off your train of thoughts, “You feel frustrated too, don’t you? I’ve never hated my fist as much as I do now.”
Your head snaps to his direction so fast Satoru laughs at your crazed reaction, and the sound only increases when you start babbling to him. “Y-you,” you shake your head in disbelief, “You too? You can’t cum too? I mean, I’ve done everything I could, I even got a dildo but it’s not enough, Toru, it’s never enough, I need you so bad.”
You don’t care that you’re whining at this point. Satoru doesn’t give a damn either because he’s already palming his erection through his sweatpants from the other side of the world, jaw clenching as he imagines you doing lewd things without him.
“Aw, my poor baby,” he teases you, making you pout and hide under the sheets with only your eyes peeking through. “It’s okay, I’ve got you now,” his voice drops an octave lower, eyes darkening as lust consumes both your body. “Just be a good girl and follow my instructions, okay? I’ll make you feel good. We’ll make each other feel good. It’ll feel like I never left, okay?”
“O-okay,” you nod shakily, still unsure of what to do. “Is there-?”
“Yeah,” Satoru grunts as he whips his cock free from his confines, hips jutting forward now that his hand is wrapped around it. He sighs at the relief of finally getting his chance to cum. He understands your situation; his cock won’t even come close to the warmth of your tight pussy clenching on him. “Show me yourself, pretty girl. Show me those pretty pink lips of yours,” Satoru places his phone somewhere on the table near his bed, pushing his sweatpants down until his cock slaps against his underbelly, the tip red and leaking.
You gasp at how lewd he looks. The sheets are absolutely crumpled beneath him, and you clench your thighs at the sight of Satoru wrapping his hands around his large, angry cock with his eyes staring straight directly at the camera.
“Come on, baby, don’t be shy,” he rasps, “I want to see you, want to hear you. You’ll let me hear those beautiful moans, won’t you?”
When his hups jut forward to meet the tight grip of his hands, something inside you snaps. Breath shaky and legs trembling, you throw your sheets off to the side and get your phone stand before setting it up at your bedside table, making sure to tilt the camera downwards before you lean back onto the bed. You’re already naked underneath Satoru’s large shirt, and it doesn’t take much as you spread your legs eagerly for him, using two lips to spread your lips open even without his command.
Satoru groans at your arousal leaking down the sheets and making a mess. He pumps himself harder, smirking at how your heavy breathing is all he could hear. “So fucking pretty,” he praises, “Now put two fingers in your pussy for me, baby girl. Stretch yourself open so I can see how much you miss my cock.”
Obedient as ever, you do as you’re told, letting out a shuddered moan when your two fingers go past your walls without resistance. You’re wet, so fucking wet for him, but you want him. “Satoru,” you whine, pushing your fingers deeper and deeper and pulling them out for friction. Your walls clench around your digits and you start imagining that it’s his long fingers buried into you this time; getting off to his image and relishing in how Satoru is moaning your name. “Miss you baby,” you cry out, hands trailing up to squeeze your nipples. “I want you so bad.”
“Me too, baby, me too,” the sound of Satoru’s slick running up and down his shaft, along with his low groans, are like music to your ears. Your moan grows louder when you open your eyes and see that his muscles are flexing as he fucks his hand eagerly, his gaze focused on the way you’re shuddering around your own digits. “Another one. Add another one.”
Shakily, you add another one, your head falling back at the welcomed intrusion. It’s still not enough, but it’ll do for now.
You just imagine that it’s his cock inside you instead, each vein prominent as the ridges of your wall hug him completely. Satoru replaces his hand with your pussy as well, that the fist running down his dick is you bouncing on his cock instead. He can already picture the way your breasts bounce in front of him and Satoru shudders, “Tits,” he growls, “I want to see your fucking tits. Want to feel them on my hands,” Satoru chuckles at how eagerly you lift your shirt up to show him the beaded nipples, teeth biting down on the material with your hands still knuckle-deep in your pussy.
“Fuck, you’re always so pretty, babe.”
“Miss you,” you keep crying out, words muffled through the shirt you’re biting. You pinch your nipple at the same time you rapidly finger yourself, your pussy squelching and the sounds pornographic as it echoes all the way to Satoru’s phone. You miss him so fucking much that it’s unreal. There’s no more self control when your back hits the bed, hips lifting off the bed and giving Satoru a clearer view of your juices dripping down your ass.
Satoru can’t resist the way his balls tighten, desperate to have you right next to him so he can fuck your brains out already. He wishes he could come home and be in your warmth, be in your embrace, but he’s still got curses to kill that fucking you would just have to wait much to both parties’ displeasure.
Sweat is beading down his forehead as he watches you thrash around your bed, his cock only growing harder and a low growl emanating from his throat when you keep moaning satoru, satoru, satoru, I love you so fucking much.
“I love you too,” he manages to say in shaky breaths. “You’re so perfect for me – fuck.”
You push yourself off the edge by pulling your lips aside and pinch at your clit. At that, your back arches off the bed, making your fingers dig deeper into you and for a split second, you manage to hit your g-spot. Satoru can tell you’re close by the way your legs spasm and he encourages you, spitting down his cock as he pumps his fist around his length almost angrily.
“That’s good, baby, keep going, keep going,” his teeth clenches when you nod, tears falling down your pretty cheeks. “Want to fuck you so good – I’d have you screaming around my neck while I take you from behind and shove your face down the pillow,” you moan in response, the sound high pitched and almost whiny. Satoru chuckles before he cuts himself off with a hiss, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing already. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to fuck your ass when I get home?”
“Yes, yes, please,” your belly tightens at the thought of Satoru stretching your tight hole, even better if he pulls at your hair while his hips slam at the flesh of your ass.
Rubbing your clit fervently, Satoru’s name comes out as a broken cry as your orgasm chokes you. The tears are staining your cheeks the same way your cum is making a mess on the sheets, and you grind down harder on the sheets, scissoring yourself just to extend your orgasm.
“Satoru,” you whine, “Fuckkk.”
“I’m close, baby, I’m-” Satoru falls forward when his cock shoots out thick ropes of cum, some of them landing on his abdomen and one sticks to his chin. Your pupils blow wide with lust as you shudder around your fingers while riding down your high, in disbelief that Satoru is cumming so much.
He’s shameless as he continues thrusting into his fists. You’re worried he would overuse his strength and beat his cock to death, but Satoru only chuckles as he keeps pumping his cock, his cum overflowing and pooling down his thick thighs.
“Shit,” he mumbles to himself, falling in the same state as you when he drops down on the bed. His dick begins to turn limp but it’s still twitching, turning a dark shade of pink as he beats his dick almost lazily the time. The both of you take a moment to breathe at the orgasm; not as mind blowing as the ones you’d get if he was there rutting into you instead, but because he’s there, you’re still left with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Wiping the arousal left on your hands on your shirt, you grab your phone and fall into your pillows, cheeks squished and eyelashes fluttering slowly. “Toru,” you call out softly, “You asleep?”
“I want to come home already,” is all he says. He’s still half-passed out in his bed and you laugh, rubbing your thighs together and grimacing when it starts to stick together from your cum. Glancing at Satoru’s form, you dash to the bath to clean yourself up by washing away the cum, coming back to see that Satoru was also in the middle of cleaning his cum with napkins.
“Facetime sex,” he laughs to himself with a shake of his head, mirroring your form by langind on his pillows. He looks absolutely adorable with his lips puckered out like that, azure blue eyes drooping close. “I miss you, babe. I promise when I come home I’m going to fuck you endless.”
You chuckle at his words, wondering how he’s able to say such suggestive things when he’s seconds away from passing out due to exhaustion. Your eyelids grow heavy as well, and along with the light blanket of satisfaction and post-orgasm bliss, the only thing that wouldn’t make this a good night of sleep is the fact Satoru isn’t next to you. Nevertheless, you’re grateful that Satoru took the time to call you despite his busy schedule.
Your heart flutters when Satoru lazily calls you baby, mumbling on and on about how much he misses you. Now that he’s come down from his high, he’s reverting into his big baby self.
His eyes are closed and he’s burying himself deeper into his pillows. You’re about to say goodbye when Satoru lightly snores from the other line, a smile tugging at your lips when you see that he’s now blissfully asleep. Wishing that you could run your hands through his hair, at least, you kiss the screen in the hopes it’d reach him at least metaphorically.
“Sleep well, my love,” you whisper before swiping left to end the call.
Even through the other end of the line, on the other side of the world, Satoru’s worries and exhaustion are washed away with the love you send him.
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sparklingchim · 3 years
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fiery mornings; m | pjm
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pairing: jimin × reader
word count: 3k
genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin
warnings: swearing, fingering, protected sex, some breast play
summary: waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶
a/n: hello lovely people! i didn't proof read this because it's almost midnight for me now and i'm really tired but luckily tomorrow is saturday 😴 i hope you like it! and have a good morning, day, evening or night❤ i'm heading to bed now💤
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The sun peeking through the curtains and encasing the room with crumbs of light is what wakes you up.
These stupid blinds - that you hated as soon as you slept over at Jimin's place for the first time - were not doing their job properly. The sun overflowing his room every damn morning woke up everytime. You'd like to get more sleep because - let's not lie - Jimin and you don't go to sleep very early with both your needy and touchy hands when you lay in bed at night time. However, Jimin didn't care about your aversion against the blinds - he wasn't the one waking up due to them though... - and said something about them looking cozy and domestic.
You really tried to erase the thought of just ripping them down and buying him some new ones that don't let any sunlight shine so annoyingly in the room, but you hold back. But it's really tempting...
You stretch your arm to the nightstand, tapping on your phone to see what time it is. 7 am? Oh, how bad you want to rip these blinds off.
Nonetheless, the warmness of the sheets that you're both tucked under and Jimin's body radiating a comforting glow around you makes you stay in bed.
Jimin's arm is loosely wrapped around your stomach, his body pressed against you from the back. You glance back at him, his nose pressed against your spine and eyes still closed. Your heart softens at that doting sight, seeing him innocently sleeping. No worries in his mind, but only disguising his features in a tranquil state. Jimin is finally able to gett as much rest as he wants and needs after coming home from the tour.
You push some strands of his hair that are falling into his face away. The need to place kisses all over his puffy adorable face looms inside you, but you stop yourself from doing that, so you don't ruin his peaceful slumber that he's currently in.
Instead you could prepare some breakfast for him, so when he decides do wake up he has a delicious meal prepared for him. You think of some dishes that you could cook even though just staying in bed with him felt more enticing which also leads you to grab your phone despite your original plan to get up and start cooking breakfast. But there was no need to rush, Jimin won't wake up for approximately three more hours.
As you take your phone from the night stander you suddenly feel Jimin's grip on your stomach tighten. He lets out some displeased grunts, like a little child not pleased with something. You softly smile, rubbing soothing strokes with your thumb on his arm that's wrapped around you. Jimin nuzzles his face deeper into your back, sighing out in satisfaction.
God, he is so adorable.
You occupy yourself with your phone, checking social media and maybe salivating at some pictures from Jimin that you come across.
20 minutes pass, before you decide that it's time to start the day and prepare some breakfast for your boyfriend who still snoozes behind you, gaining all of his energy back after working so hard for months.
But then you feel something.
Eyebrows scrunched together, you try to make out what could possibly be poking you in this cuddly bed.
Oh.
Only spending a second on looking out for an answer to your oblivious question, you find the possible solution for that.
Jimin early-glory made it's appearance by being pressed against your butt, letting you feel his hard muscle.
Yeah, it was definitely about time to get up.
But when you prop myself up on your elbow, still laying on your side, you hear a muffled complaining sound behind you. To emphasize his need, Jimin's hold tightens on your belly again, just like he did before, though this time you actually attempted to leave the bed.
You squeeze his arm lightly to beguile him into letting you go. ,,I'm gonna make us breakfast, Minnie," you say whispering, tilting your head sideways, so you're able to look at Jimin. His eyes remain close, only parting is plump lips to mutter a little 'no'. You sigh out, head falling back onto the pillow. ,,It's not gonna take long," you try to convince him, even though the dishes you plan to cook would take a bit longer than normally.
,,Stay with me." Jimin's hoarse and raspy voice uttering its first full sentence this morning.
Then you seek to wiggle yourself out of his embrace, but it's pointless, because letting you go isn't even up for a debate in Jimin's mind.
,,Then there's no breakfast for you," you utter in defeat. Jimin doesn't answer, suddenly placing soft kisses over the crook of your neck. His sudden sweet kisses cause goose bumps spread all over your body, the tingling feeling automatically relaxing you, although laying in bed with Jimin is already so calming.
,,I'm only hungry for you right now," he says. Your cheeks flush at that cheesy comment, but luckily he can't see your reaction towards his words, knowing he would be smirking and teasing the shit out of you. Jimins usual cute and endearing way of waking up is vanished and instead he pulled out his charms to make you melt for him.
Jimins hand traces over your clothed stomach, heading down to you leg to stroke his fingers up to your thigh, pushing his shirt that you're wearing slightly up. His feather light touch induces shivers down your spine. The accentuating tension effects your whole composure, evoking you into pushing your ass back onto his bulge which results in Jimins body stiffening behind you. The impetuous act caught him off guard, but he relishes in the satisfying friction, coaxing him into the blissful thrill he was all too familiar with.
,,You want this?" Jimins tone was low, turning you on even more.
,,Yes, please," you beg, grinding your ass on his hard length. You both breath heavily, the pleasure building in a fast pace.
Soon your pussy burns in need, desiring to be filled with his huge cock. Your movements of his dick gliding through your clothes pussy makes your wetter by the seconds. It doesn't require much till Jimin has enough of the teasing rubbing and shoves the comforter away from your bodies.
,,I love you," Jimin murmurs, placing little kisses over your neck once again. He gently sucks at your skin, only for a brief moment though, not wanting to cause a mark on your flesh before he darts his tongue out and licks over the slightly flush skin.
,,I love you too," you reply breathless. You don't stop your ministrations. You can't desist when the sensation of his cock was getting you so riled up, brewing you into so much pleasure. Last night you were sceptical when Jimin didn't put on any clothes after your little rendezvous, but it really had its perks having him naked behind you.
Jimin hand wanders further, fingers toying with the side of your panty. Once his fingers get a hold of the thin material, he pushes them down in a swift motion. You help him to get the panties completely off and toss them away with your feet. Jimins hand lifts your leg up a bit, his hand hovering over your warmth, but not attempting to do anything yet. You fuss beneath him, craving his touch.
,,Are you sore from last night?"
,,No." You are. But not too much and your mind is too clogged up with the anticipation that builds for the pleasurable feeling Jimin is able to give you.
,,You're sure?"
,,Yeah, please touch me."
At your wish Jimins finger rubs up and down over your slit, coating his finger with my arousal. A little moan escapes your mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his digit touching your slick folds, gathering all your juices. When you feel his thumb circling your swollen sensitive bud, your legs tremble and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Jimins index finger makes it way into your entrance. Your aching walls immediately clench around it, acting as needy as ever.
,,Shit," Jimin curses under his breath. ,,You're always so ready for me, baby." How could you not when a men like that was laying next to you in bed?
You let out a strangled moan when he plunges another finger inside you, his pace slow but steady. Jimin crooks his fingers, hitting that lovely spot every time he shoves his fingers back inside your quivering hole.
,,Just like that," you pant, your hand gripping his arm between your legs. Jimins fingers pick up on speed, your moaning spurring him on.
It doesn't take a lot of time till he gets you at that certain point, the familiar knot in your stomach growing quickly. Your body chases after your high, but you desperately want to cum on his cock, so you squeeze his arm gently and Jimin slows his pace.
,,I- I want to cum on your cock," you manage to say and he stops moving his fingers, withdrawing them after. Your body instantly misses the penetration and you whine at the loss of contact.
,,Shh, I'm gonna give it to you, baby," he soothes you, propping himself on his arm to slightly hover over you. You shift your head to see his awaken state for the first time that morning.
Jimins hair hangs into his forehead again, a tired but sincere smile on his face and his eyes puffy from his sleep. A smile immediately appears on your lips at when you look into his loving eyes, his whole being radiating so much comfort and contentment.
With Jimin you felt like it was you final destination. There was nothing else in this world that could give you more than what he was capable of giving you. Nothing in this world could compare to Jimins love. His love was tightly swathed around you and never vanished since the day you both knew that the tension between you was more than just a friendship. No day would pass in which he wouldn't jostle all his adoration to you and show you how much you meant to him. Jimin could never get tired of showering you in all the devotion he has allocated for you, he loved you after all.
You lace your fingers through his soft hair and for a few seconds it stays like that, pushed back on his head, but then it falls down onto his forehead again. Jimin stays still and watches how you play with his hair, until he can't prolong his desperate need to get some friction on his throbbing cock.
,,Can your grab a condom?" he asks and pecks your forehead briefly. You nod and quickly turn to the nightstand on your side, fishing a condom out of the drawer. You hand it to him and rips the package, doing fast work in wrapping the plastic around his member and tossing the useless package somewhere behind his back.
Jimin preps a few kisses on your jawline, making his way to your lips and every so gently capturing your mouth into a tender kiss. You share a passionate and slow kiss together, savouring the moment of being together again after being apart for months. He dips his tongue in, both of your wet muscles tangling tighter.
When you both need to break the kiss, Jimin doesn't intend to go for another, but raises your leg higher and alignes the tip of his cock on your entrance.
,,Oh my God," you breath out.
Jimin slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before he's back on your entrance, slowly pushing in. He breathes heavily, your tight walls latching onto his cock so securely. The more his thick length sinks inside your needy warmth, the presence of the soreness from yesterday night makes itself perceptible. Jimin stretches your walls till he's completely buried inside of you. He stills once he's balls deep in, giving you time to adjust to his size.
,,You're good, baby?" he makes sure, looking you in the eyes. You nod slowly, the feeling of his dick being completely in making it hard to let out any words.
When there's still no attempt of moving from Jimin, you tap his arm that has a hold of your leg in the air. ,,Go on please," you whisper, needing to feel his deep thrusts.
After he hears your wish, desperation lingering in your voice, Jimin bottoms out till only his tip is left inside, but quickly pushes back again. The longing feeling finally getting stilled with his tangy thrusts. Jimin continues his movements, his hips snapping faster and faster from behind you and you just feels so good.
,,Lift your leg for me," he instructs, before leaving his hold on your leg to slide his fingers under your - well, technically his- shirt and palms your breast. Jimin pinches and rolls your nipples between his digits, coaxing louder moans out of you. He furrows his eyebrows, you sweet tones prodding him more on. He relishes in the fact that he is the one making you feel this way, making you moan so sweetly for his hear only. Jimin lets out breathy moans, his pace rapid and hard.
Your hand wanders around his neck, tucking at his hair and he answers with soft groans. Then you push the back of his head closer to yours, pressing your lips against his plush ones and kissing him hungrily. You feel yourself getting closer, you're body reaching your high in a short span of time. Of course Jimin feels it, your walls clenching around his member and greedily wanting to milk him are way too obvious. You retract from the kiss, shutting your eyes close when all the sensations overcome you. Jimin lets go of your breast to nestle his hand between your thighs and soon you feel his thumb circling on your clit.
,,Cream all over me," Jimin murmurs.
The added pleasure on your sensitive bud makes you mewl, biting your lip really hard.
The slick sounds of your pussy getting hammered by Jimins cock and his skin slapping against yours fill the room. Combined with your moans and his breathy sound, makes you so much hornier and all you want to do is to cum around his big cock.
,,I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you warn him, the knot in your stomach getting so close to finally snap.
,,Me too," he pants, his thrusts going faster.
Jimins length kisses your cervix every time his hips shoot back into you. ,,Shit, look at me."
Your head instantly tilts to him, meeting his eyes that were already locked on your face. Your eyebrows knit together, the sharp thrusts of his body making you so close to reach your end. Jimin sinks his teeth into his plump bottom lip, never breaking the intense eye contact with you. Fuck, he looked so hot and stunning.
After a few more hard and deep thrusts, your climax approaches and your hand wanders to his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs start to tremble and his hand that was playing with your clit, leaves the wet place to hold your leg up when you have trouble keeping it high because of all the  sensations shooting in your body.
,,Jimin!" you cry, heavy pants following.
It doesn't take long for him to come undone too - only a few thrusts later he spills his cum into the condom, making you feel the way he twitches your quivering hole. Jimin groans loud and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, letting go of holding my leg up. And just like that you both lay there - breathing heavily, bodies fully spent and coming down from your high.
Jimins hand wander to your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing strokes with his thumb on your flush skin. He plants a few kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your body tingles, his breath fanning over your skin creating goose bumps over it.
Ever so slowly he bottoms his now softened length out of your walls, your sensitiveness causing you to shiver.
,,It's okay baby, I've got you," he coos, giving your cheek a peck.
You turn around, now laying on your back and looking into his brown orbs. They have this beautiful glisten in them, making me feel like I'm safe when I'm with him. His eyes are full of love. And he could say the same to you.
You both exchange some more smooches here and there, being all cuddly and acting like you didn't already say I love you for a hundred of times in the past already. Your heart flutters every time he says something sweet, grazes his fingers over your skin or plasters sweet kisses all over you.
After some time Jimin stands up, discarding the condom in a bin and throws some boxers on. Then he grabs tissues and comes back to the bed, digging his knee on the mattress and spreading your legs. He tugs your shirt up to clean you and when Jimin is done with that  he pushes the white fabric down again.
,,I'm definitely not gonna prepare breakfast now," you say when he turns around to get rid of the dirty tissue.
,,I can do it," Jimin answers, turning to you again. His abs were on full display and you can't prevent yourself from looking at his firm chest before looking into his eyes again.
,,Mhm, you can?" you cock an eyebrow.
,,You don't think I'm able to make the same breakfast as you?" he asks back.
,,Of course I think you can to it, babyy," you  tease him and giggle after he furrows his eyebrows, an angry pout displayed on his lips.
,,I'm gonna show you," he says competitively and leaves the room, making his way to the kitchen.
And yes, he did indeed show you.
In fact, he showed you the burned rice he attempted to cook.
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bloodorangesoup · 3 years
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Bucky and Boobs Headcanons | B.B.
Summary: I'm procrastinating on a fic I'm working on right now so here's some headcanons about Bucky and one of his favorite things in the world, your tits.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1.7k (I lost control)
Warnings: NSFW 18+ | nip stuff, bucky loving boobs, fingering, its all titties for this one
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Notes: This is not spell or grammar checked cause I'm tired lol. This is the first smut I've ever written so let me know what you think. Happy reading!
Bucky is definitely a boobs guy
The first time you guys got frisky while making out you grabbed his hands and put them on your tits and he swore he was about to pass out
His hand's just felt so full
Like it was a good feeling for both his metal and flesh hand to just be able to squeeze them
That, however, was interrupted by the food delivery person ringing your doorbell
The second time it happened you took off your shirt and he was sure you could hear how hard and fast his heart was pounding
He could slightly feel your hard nipples under your bra and it took everything in him not to let out a groan
You were straddling his lap while you guys kept making out and one thing led to another and his shirt and your bra were on the floor
If you asked Bucky Barnes what being let into the gates of heaven looked like he would tell you it looked like your chest when your bra slowly released from your back and rolled off your shoulders
He couldn't help but stare for a second
Once he snapped out of it he went fucking feral
He was grabbing and squeezing in every direction he could wrap his hands around them
At that point, your nipples had already softened again so he ran his thumbs over them a few times and just watched as they grew harder with every swipe of his fingers
For a few minutes, he kept experimenting with his fingers. He pinched your nipples and rolled them around between his pointer finger and thumb
All this while you rolled your clothed cunt rolled over his hard-on had him going insane
He looked almost as if he was in pain trying to hold himself back until you asked him to put his mouth on them through a moan
He almost came in his pants at how needy you sounded
He leaned his head down and licked your nipple, hearing the little gasp you let out from the new sensation
Then he started french kissing your nipples, alternating between both
He'd kiss them and then suck on them for a few seconds, pinching and rolling the neglected one at the same time
Meanwhile, you were going to town grinding on his dick
You could feel yourself getting so wet that your pussy was gliding easily over your underwear that was getting more coated with your slick with every grind
You both ended up coming in your pants that night, laughing at yourselves once your foggy brains cleared and you realized how out of hand that makeout session got
Bucky definitely used the memory of it to get him going whenever he jerked off, occasionally sucking on the tip of his fingers and imagining your hard nipples between his lips
Bucky didn't know if it was some primal instinct or something, but he really loved having your tits in his mouth
When you two were a more established couple and moved in together Bucky couldn't hold himself back
You both discovered how comforting the act was whether or not it resulted in any other sexual contact
You would be going to bed and be cuddled up against him and neither of you would be able to sleep
“Hey, doll, can I ask you something that might sound a little weird, I got an idea.”
“Yeah, Buck?”
“Could I, maybe, suck on your nipples right now. I feel like it’ll help me fall asleep.”
You’d agree, never being one to pass up having Bucky’s mouth anywhere on you
You’d take off your cami top and lay back down on your side facing Bucky and he’d face you and move himself down until he was face to face with your boobs that were hanging in front of his face from the way you were laying
He’d give your breasts a few soft kisses before gently sucking in the boob that was on top
You’d both hum and you’d look down at his face, seeing how peaceful he looked with his eyes closed, suckling on you
You’d close your eyes and let out a sigh
“Goodnight, Bucky, love you.”
He hummed around your nipple in answer, not needing to break his actions to send a clear message
It wasn’t necessarily sexually charged but it was intimate in a way you and Bucky hadn’t explored much, it was comforting
As for the times it was sexually charged though
You two would be laying on the couch, you on your back with Bucky laying on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your chest
He'd be focusing on the show, listening to your heartbeat, and start to grow kind of restless
It'd start with him absentmindedly putting his hand on your boob and squeezing it softly
Then he'd put his chin in the valley of your breasts and look up at you
"What?"
"Can I please suck your tits, angel? Wanna feel them in my mouth right now."
You'd shiver at the thought that he likes sucking your tits just as much as you like him sucking your tits and give him a little nod
You'd turn back to the TV and try to watch the show but you couldn't help but feel hyper-focused on Bucky's every move
He’d lift his head to slowly slide your shirt up and move your sports bra over your boobs with it
Then he wouldn't even hesitate to softly bite one of your nipples and soothe it by sucking it into his mouth
He’d learn over time to swirl his tongue around your nipple while he sucks it and it’d drive you crazy
He’d just keep lazily sucking and licking and biting and groping your other breast while keeping his eyes on the TV, occasionally looking back down to switch boobs
Eventually, you’d start to let out soft whimpers
Which then began to turn into full-on moans while you gripped your fingers in the hair on the back of his head and tried to clench your thighs around whatever was between them, which just so happened to be Bucky
He’d catch on to your movements and look up at you with a smirk, loving the effect that his simple teasing was having on you
He’d release your nipple with a pop and with both his hands to keep them both stimulated while he talked to you
“That feel good, baby? You like it when I play with your tits?”
You could only hum in response
“Can I touch you, baby? I wanna make you feel good.”
“Please, Bucky.” You nodded feverishly
He’d stop playing with your boobs momentarily to reach up and take your shirt and bra off the rest of the way
Then he’d run his hands down your chest, going down to your waist and squeezing it before making his way back up and massaging your breasts before sucking on one again and rubbing his cool metal fingers over your nipple on the other
His other flesh would glide down your stomach and find its way under the waistband of your shorts
His fingers would drag over your underwear, feeling the wet patch over your cunt while his palm pressed over your clit
He’d keep doing this until you were begging him to touch you, then he’d move his hand back up only to go back under the band of your panties
You were so wet that your movements had caused your wetness to have spread everywhere including over your clit
The moment Bucky’s hand had touched it and felt how absolutely soaked you were he let out a loud moan
He’d move his fingers from your clit to your slit, gathering your wetness all over all his fingers and palm
Then he’d give your nipple a hard suck while plunging his fingers deep into your pussy, massaging your walls and curling in
After a few pumps, he’d take them out and pull his hand from your shorts resulting in an embarrassingly loud whine to push past your lips
He’d take his wet fingers and wipe your slick over your nipples, rubbing them smoothly over them, before sucking the rest off his fingers and then sucking it off your nipples, groaning at the taste of you, while returning his hand to your shorts
He’d rub his fingers over your clit for a while as you squirmed under him, not being able to contain your moans anymore
Then he'd shove his fingers back into you, moving fast and angling his hand so that he could hit just the right spot over and over and over again
You could feel your abdomen start to tighten and your legs begin to shake while your breath turn into quick huffs
The heel of his palm would start rubbing against your clit with every thrust, only adding to the tension through your body
He would be doing this while his mouth and other hand continued to work on your nipples, hitting all your sensitive pleasure points and making you cry out his name
The final straw for you would be looking down to see Bucky needily grinding his hips against the cushion of the couch, moaning around you
Your whole body would tense up, your eyes would screw shut and your toes would curl while your grip in his hair tightened, making him whine against you as you release
He'd keep fingering and sucking all the way through, making you writhe around and grind your hips up to his hand
Once you'd wind down he would slowly stop his movements and release your nipples
He'd look into your eyes and bring his hand to his mouth, licking and sucking all your come off
He'd use his clean metal hand to hold your neck and bring you in for a kiss and give you a taste of yourself making you both groan
When you finally part he'd rest his forehead against yours and give you a big smile, your smile greeting his quickly after
The only sound was the discarded TV show playing in the back and your heavy breathing
"We're doing that more often, doll."
"Yes, yeah, we are."
I NEED SOME FUCKING WATER AFTER THIS OMFG
Hope you guys liked this as much as I liked writing it ;)
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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years
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❥shigaraki tomura x fem!reader
❥warnings: incest, noncon somnophilia, dry-humping, mentions of thigh-fucking + masturbation, degradation, humiliation, drunk!reader, misogyny + slut-shaming
❥word count: 3.6k
❣︎note: i had this written up a while ago but because it’s tomura’s bday here’s a fic🥳i think she deactivated but thank you to @.koiibito for helping me with the ideas for this fic. i miss her </3 but happy birthday shigaraki!!
it was always just you and him. y/n and tomura- there wasn’t a need for anyone else. family, friends, associates- nobody else mattered because all shigaraki knew was that he had you, and you only had him. it was pretty much an ego boost to be the centre of your world. nothing mattered in comparison to him, the sun and the stars and the moon didn’t shine as bright compared to him, your precious little otouto.
until it changes. shigaraki isn’t sure when it did, but the realisation came too late when you stumbled into the abandoned bar just a mere hour away from sunrise. you’d stumbled against the wooden door, giggling into the sleeve of your coat as shigaraki watched you with his crimson eyes, taking in your dishevelled hair, the lipstick smeared across the corners of your swollen lips, the purple bruises scattered down your throat, disappearing under the low neckline of your tiny bodycon dress. he hadn’t spoken to you for a week after that and his neck had bled from how he’d clawed at it. but you didn’t care. you didn’t clean up the little scars he’d itched onto his own throat or give him a sweet kiss on the cheek and tell him to stop worrying so much, you just simply went out at nightfall and returned in the early hours of the morning, drunk and high on pleasure again and again.
to put it simply, you’d become a slut. his precious, pure, kind neechan is a slut, shigaraki decides as he stares at your sleeping form sprawled across the bed. you’d passed out as soon as it seems; makeup still painted on your face, mascara smudged and lipstick smeared across your chin, your tiny little dress riding up your thighs enough to reveal the tiny lacy thong that he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from. there’d been a strong smell of alcohol clinging to you when you came in, and he clearly saw the hickeys along your neck when you’d plastered drunken kisses over his cheeks, a bit too close to his lips pressed in a grim line. what had you been up to?
you’re too deep in sleep to stir when he sits at the end of the bed beside you, gazing at you carefully. he could almost see it- see the stranger who you’d knelt for, batting your lashes as he took out his cock. you must’ve been such a whore you must’ve been moaning when he shoved his cock down your throat, fucking your face as tears ran down your cheeks and drool spilled from your lips. you probably let him simply slide your panties to the side, let him stroke your wet folds to feel how fucking soaked you were, let him swirl your clit and fuck you, biting and sucking hickeys along your throat, groping your tits fuck-
sheer hot, red anger floods shigaraki as he stares at you. you look so innocent, so carefree as you sleep but he knows that’s all a lie. that you’re disgusting and cheap and you’ll do anything to have a cock down your throat or in that cunt of yours, and he hates you for it. why do you need so much attention from men? you were desperate for it, always joking around with dabi and mr. compress and you were proud of it- he’d heard you telling toga all about your secrets on how to charm men because you’d know exactly how to do so. you’re such a stupid, needy, attention-seeking bitch and he hates it.
or maybe it’s jealousy. maybe his own imagination has spurred him on too much because shigaraki can’t push away the visceral images of you getting fucked in some back-alley behind a club, your dress hiked up to your waist and legs wrapped around some stranger’s waist, moaning into his mouth as he kisses you messily and slick dribbling down your thighs as you let him fuck your pussy. he hates the thoughts- but he can’t push them away, not as blood rushes to his cock and he can feel it harden in his pants. he gazes at you again, taking in your peacefully sleeping face, your tits pushed up in that padded bra and the curve of your plush ass- it’ll serve you right. you’ll never know and it’ll serve you right to be used by your otouto, to make you into a disgusting, sick little pervert.
you don’t move as he crawls into bed beside you, slotting his body against yours. you’re warm and soft, smelling of alcohol and your peach body wash mixed together, familiar enough for shikagaraki’s eyes to flutter shut as he inhales it in deeply. your chest rises and falls with your slow, steady breathing, body still and warm as he slides an arm around your waist, pushing you flush against him. a small groan falls from his lips as he feels the softness of your ass pressing against his crotch- his dick is hardening, growing stiffer against the tight restrains of his pants and a low soft moan escapes him as he slowly starts to grind his hips against you. you don’t move. nothing. it’s the perfect chance for him to continue as he starts to rut against you faster, the layers of fabric providing friction to rub his hard, sensitive cock against. warm pleasure runs through him, permeated with a sick thrill. this is what you deserve, his dumb, attention-seeking nee-san who thinks she can get away with being a whore, with going out every night with random men and acting like he doesn’t exist. this is what you deserve, to be used by your little brother in a sick, disgusting way.
shigaraki groans as he buries his face into your hair, your soft strands smelling so much of you as it tickles his face. you’re so warm as he presses his hardened cock into you, rubbing it against your ass faster, the bed shaking slightly against the headboard as the coil in his stomach grows tighter and tighter- and it snaps. his moans are muffled in your hair as he climaxes, hot cum spurting out into a sticky mess in his boxers, the front of his pants darkening as he gasps.
and you’re still sleeping without a care in the world of how sordidly you’ve been used. of course-  shigaraki knew you’d like this.
it only seems to encourage him more. it’s so easy when you’re so deep in sleep from your regular night-outs that the moment your head hits the pillow you’re fast asleep, a small, peaceful smile painted on your face as shigaraki watches you from the doorway. your chest heaves with every slow breath and your dress always rides up, tits pushed up that he’s already palming himself as he creeps towards your bed. and it seems with every high he needs more and more. rutting against you in his sweatpants till he’s creaming them soon turns into him tugging them down, spitting on the palm of his hand and groaning lowly as he strokes his cock. you don’t stir as he pumps his dick to your sleeping body, not even when he tugs down your dress enough for your pretty tits to pop out, nipples pebbling in the cool night air. and when he’d gotten tired enough of that, he easily moved on to more. guilt became dull when he’d started to ignore it enough- after all, morality is just a myth. and the ugly heaviness in his chest that made his skin crawl was easily overpowered by the pure euphoria flowing through him at sliding his cock between your soft thighs, fucking the smooth skin and feeling the warmth of your cunt glide over his stiff cock, the growing wetness warm against his veiny skin, to bury his moans into your body and spurt cum all over your skin, leaving it to dry into hardened crust by morning. your sleepy whines were always so cute, little sighs and the corners of your lips twitching as shigaraki used your body, as he pinched your swelling clit and your sensitive nipples- but you never stirred, too lost in the abyss of sleep, lost in dreamworld. maybe your dreams were just as perverse as reality- that you were only getting wetter because your mind was filled with the image of your little otouto using you, of keeping you to himself, because you’d like that, wouldn’t you?  
and you’re none the wiser. you wake a hazy, groggy mess, giving shigaraki a sleepy smile as you’re making your morning coffee whilst he watches you with a gleam in his crimson eyes.
“did my little otouto sleep well?” you coo, pinching his cheeks and pressing a kiss to them which makes him scoff as he shoves you away, toga and dabi trying to hold back their snickers.
“what about you, nee-san? did you sleep well?” your smile is so innocent, so unsuspecting as shigaraki’s lip curls under his mess of blue locks.
“i slept like a log. best sleep i’ve ever had in a long time.” his cock throbs with the thrill as he watches you pour your coffee and sigh as you take the first sip. you know nothing- know nothing of how your lewd little brother uses you to get off, how he fucks between your thighs, gliding his cock along your cunny and drools all over your hardened nipples till he creamed all over you, how you probably still have his sticky cum clinging to the inside of your thighs underneath those sweatpants, how you’d mewled and sighed as he used you without your knowledge. how disgusting you were. how sinful and degenerate and gross you are.
but the thing with vices is that they’re addictive.
shigaraki releases a low groan as he slides into your bed. you’d come home earlier tonight, still smiling lopsidedly as you stumbled through the bar, pressing yourself into him in a hug with your chest squished against his.
“my little tomura,” you’d giggled sleepily, locking your arms around his neck as you kissed his cheek. “you’re such a sweet little brother.” he’d taken you to bed before you’d passed out in his arms, your eyelids drooping and by the time he’d pulled the bedsheets over you, you’re fast asleep. your chest heaves with your slow, deep breathing, a peaceful smile grazing your lips as your eyelids flutter with fantasy dreams. peaceful. and still. it makes his cock throb.
you don’t stir as he peels off your tiny little dress, the cool air making your skin prickle with goosebumps and your nipples pebble, before he reaches for your skimpy little panties. entirely naked- the sight makes him inhale sharply, his stiff cock hardening more than he thought possible in his sweatpants as he ruts his hips against your thighs. you’re completely still as he leans close to your face, a slight twitch apparent when his blue hair tickles your cheek but you smell so soft, even after a night-out surrounded by alcohol, by gross disgusting men sweating all around you. he could see it right now- how you’d been such a cheap whore, kissing strangers, letting them grope you through your clothes, letting them grind their cocks against your ass. what other dirty things had you done? but never mind that, shigaraki thinks as he brushes your hair out of your face, his eyes lingering on those plump lips of yours, painted with lipstick. it’s nothing compared to the way he was using your slutty body, the way he was ruining you in the most perverse, degenerate ways and like the dirty whore you are, you like it.
your lips taste of alcohol when he presses his to them, kissing you for the first time. but they’re addictive, making him groan against you as he grips your jaw, prising it open enough to be able to force his tongue through. he licks along your still tongue, against your mouth and in your sleep you barely make a sound as he makes you a drooling mess, finally pulling away for your red lipstick to be smeared across the corners of your lips, lips swollen and wet.
“dirty slut.” shigaraki mutters. your mouth is open, enough for him to stretch it out further with two fingers against your tongue. you start to salivate already, his fingertips growing wet with your drool before he spits, the wet globule landing down the back of your throat. you cough slightly, still lost in sleep and it makes the corners of his lips curl into a dark smile. “fuck, you’re filthy. aren’t you?” he pulls his wet fingers from your mouth, ghosting them down your skin which pebbles with goosebumps, a little shudder pulled from your sleeping form, till he reaches your nipples.
a soft mewl falls from your lips as he pinches them, gritting his teeth as his dick throbs in the tight restrains of his pants, and your sleeping face relaxes as he begins to rub them. slow at first and he knows even though through your sleep, you’re sensitive still. so responsive, it makes disgust leach into him.
“you’ll take any chance to be used, huh?” he murmurs, lowering his face to your chest. “you love being a whore this much?” he groans a little as his lips wrap around the other bud, sucking and flicking his tongue over it whilst you groan, a little crease appearing between your brows as you twitch. you’d never been this responsive before- but after all, this is the first time shigaraki’s using you so much. and yet all your little noises, your little movements- you love this. you love your gross little brother touching you in such perverse, degenerate ways.
he releases the bud with a wet pop, travelling down your body to push your legs apart, revealing your cunt. he’d played with it plenty, but never once actually used it and the anticipation was making him desperate already, a groan stuck in his throat as he begins to rut against you. his hand trembles as he reaches out for it, fingertips tapping against your swelling clit at first before sliding down to your folds. it isn’t hard to pick up on the wetness slickening his fingertips or the little sigh that falls from your lips as he strokes your pussy, your head turning on the pillow with a soft moan.
“fucking slut.” he hisses. still fast asleep, you groan as he slides a finger into your tight little hole. your walls clamp down hard, wetness growing as he pumps it. “your whore cunt’s getting wet already and i’ve only put a single finger in it. how greedy are you?” he still adds a second, fucking them faster whilst his thumb presses to your clit, your face contorting through your sleep. your walls grow tighter, clinging to his fingers as he curls them, rubbing along those deep spongy walls, watching carefully as your slick dribbles down his hand. “do you like your otouto touching you this much? is your little brother better than all those men who you whore out this slutty cunt to?” his fingers thrust hard but he knows you won’t wake- you never do, too drunk to even stir as he uses you as he pleases. in that sense, you’re the best nee-san- the best, dumb, slutty nee-san he could ever wish for. “you’re creaming already- god, you’re disgusting.”
wetness seeps down his hand as your throbbing walls convulse around him, soft mewls permeated with sleep falling from you as your legs quiver slightly. he fucks his fingers into your cunt through your climax, wondering if reality is bleeding into dream. are you thinking of him? is your mind filled with him spreading your legs, fucking your dirty pussy whilst you moan for him?
shigaraki’s hand is drenched in strings of your slick when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, your hole fluttering with the sensitivity of your orgasm. he groans at the feeling of the hot fluid on his skin, not waiting any longer to rip down his sweatpants and wrap his wet fingers around his stiff length. he moans as he strokes it, rubbing the red, leaking tip as he lays down beside you, hooking an arm under your leg and pulling it to his chest, leaving your wet cunt exposed.
“fuck- it’ll be a miracle if this sloppy, whore cunt is even tight anymore.” he grunts as he slides his cock along your folds, cockhead nearing your entrance before he sheaths it in, slow and deep. warmth envelopes his dick, your tight walls clamping around him, your body shuddering at the sensitivity as his nails pierce crescents into your thigh, his hips stuttering as he resists the urge to fuck into you as his cock throbs, filling up your cunt entirely. you’re so tight, so warm and wet it makes him groan as his eyes roll to the back of his head, savouring the feel of his nee-san’s pussy fluttering around his cock.
“dirty slut.” it’s a low hiss, permeated with a moan, when shigaraki rocks his hips into you, fucking you slow and deep. your walls quiver around him with each thrust, little, quiet, sleepy moans falling from you as he fucks into you. “you love having your little brother fuck you? you like having your disgusting slutty cunt used?” he scoffs as your walls clench around him, making him groan as warm pleasure floods through him, his cock pounding into you faster, rubbing against your spongy walls, the long prominent vein and the curve hitting those deep, sensitive spots.. “you’re disgusting- a stupid, degenerate whore getting all wet from her brother using her. you’re this greedy for cock you’ll take anyone’s, won’t you?” his moans are choked in his throat, mind hazy as all he can focus on is the pleasure as he drives his dick into you that he doesn’t even register your movement till he feels the gentle fingers caressing his dampening cheek.
shigaraki freezes as his eyes meet yours, wide and open. his heart pounds as he stops his thrusts, his cock still buried deep in your cunt as you raise your brows, lips pursed as you take in how he holds your legs open, how he’s fucking you before you blink slowly.
“tomura?” his cheeks burn and no words can form from his lips as all he can still focus on is the feeling of your warm cunt pulsating around his throbbing dick, even when hot tears sting his eyes. “aw, tomura, what’s wrong?” you’re smiling and it angers him more, a scorned hiss escaping him as the embarrassment leaches into him. “are you embarrassed because you got caught fucking nee-san’s cunny? it’s okay-” you’re cooing and giggling at him like he’s a child, pinching his cheek and cupping it tenderly. “nee-san feels good, don’t i? that’s why you’re so hard-” you moan- sinful and loud and euphoric- as he resumes driving his hips into you, his cheeks hot with the wet tears streaming from his crimson eyes, his grip tightening into a bruising hold onto your leg.
“shut up.” he growls. “you’re a- you’re a fucking whore.” you’re moaning unrestrained, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucks you, the lewd sounds of slick squelching and skin slapping against skin filling the room. he can feel your wetness dribble down his cock, down your thighs. “you’re so disgusting.”
“mm, and you’re the one fucking me. you’ve been doing this for ages, taking advantage of your drunk nee-san in her sleep. it’s okay,” you smile at the bitterness on his face, moaning sinfully when he slams into you harder. the bed rattles against the wall, his cockhead almost bruising your cervix. “i know you’re a dirty otouto. a gross, degenerate, little pervert- it’s okay, nee-san still loves you. it’s okay, you can kiss me.” he hates that his cock throbs between your wet, gummy walls but he grips your face as he kisses you, wet and messy with his tongue thrashing against yours, drool spilling from the corners of your connected kips as he continues to still fuck into you. your hand snakes down your body, your hot, breathy moans melding with his deep groans as you rub your clit, walls tightening around his dick.
“tomura- tomura- that’s it- right there! make nee-san cum!” your back arches as you cum, walls squeezing tighter as wetness gushes from you and it feels euphoric for shigaraki, his groans loud as he rocks his hips faster, pushing himself to his own orgasm. the tears are bitter and stinging in his eyes, shame and humiliation hanging heavy in his chest as he feels nothing but scorn but your warm, tight cunt feels so good, milking his cock. “cum for nee-san, tomura.” you coo, brushing his blue locks out of his face. “go on, i know you want this. you’re a sick, nasty boy, aren’t you? you want to cum deep inside your nee-san’s cunt, right?”
“shut up, you stupid cumslut.” he growls, reaching over your body to slap his hand against your pussy, making you gasp as your body jerks, walls clenching tight around his twitching cock. he moans, heavy and loud, when he cums, his warm sticky release flooding your cunt as he ruts into you till he’s spent, panting and oversensitive with his body twitching before he pulls away. his skin is damp with sweat and he can barely meet your eyes as you lie naked on the bed, panting with a smile tugging at your lips.
“little tomura’s all grown up now.” you taunt as you reach for his softening cock, rubbing the sensitive head whilst he whines at the oversensitivity, gripping the bedsheets whilst you laugh. “you wanted to make nee-san all yours this bad?” he hates how humiliated he feels, but he can’t stop his cock from growing hard again when you sit up, kneeling to his crotch and darting your tongue out to lap at his cum-stained dick.
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Burning Caverns
Wilbur Soot x Reader
~1791~
NSFW One shot
  You walked down the stairs of your new home, Pogtopia, one of Wilburs trench coats tied snug around your body so as to not show your clothes. It had been weeks since your boyfriend had come laid in bed with you, or laided you. And needless to say you were getting a bit needy, your hand could only do so much as to pleasure you as he could. So, you decided you would give him a little visit in his office, and give yourself the sweet release you were so wanting.
  The lights in the walls flickered as you downed the hallway to his office, hand brushing against the wall with one hand as the other gripped the coat. Your body was buzzing with excitement as you came upon his office, the door cracked open a smidge.
  “Wilbur? Can I come in?” You asked, knocking lightly on the doorframe.
  You heard a hushed ‘come in’, and promptly nudged the door open, taking sight of a hunched over Wilbur, lit by a half burnt candle that sat on his desk. Papers strewn across the desk as he looked over various maps that held messy writing and half drawn battle plans. An ink bottle laid on its side, the contents of it emptied from various scribbles and plans across the multitude of papers.
  With a small, almost sad smile, you made your way over to Wilbur, placing a hand on his arm. “When’s the last time you slept?” 
  He shrugged, tired eyes switching from paper to paper. You frowned, and stood in between him and the desk, tilting his chin with your hand, making him look at you instead of his papers. 
  “What are you-?” He began, but you cut him off, pressing two fingers slightly against his lips. With a gentle push, he landed in his chair, hands gripping the arm rests as you gently settled yourself upon his lap. 
  “You need to take care of yourself hon,” You murmured, arms looping around his neck. “It’s not healthy to push yourself like this.”
  Wilbur avoided your looks, face ridden with guilt. He knew how much you worried about him. “I’m sorry love. Is there anything I can do to make up for worrying you?”
  You held his face in your hands, giving him a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “Promise me you’ll get some sleep. And spend a night with me. It’s been far too long since either of us have had a release.”
  His checks lightly flushed with blush, hands quickly coming to your waist as he met your gaze. “I can do that. Suppose we could spend this night together?”
  Heat rose in you, a smile forming on your lips. “I’d like that. Fortunately, I’m already dressed for it.” 
  Taking a small breathe, you untied the trench coat, revealing the lace lingerie you wore, along with a lace choker. “I got a little impatient with waiting.” You spoke sheepishly.
  “You are,” He took a pause, drinking you in. “So absolutely beautiful darling.” 
  You smiled, ang gingerly slipped off his lap, dropping the trench coat on the ground as you walked over to the office door, closing and locking it. You didn’t want anyone disturbing you two.
  Wilbur held his arms out as you made your way back over to him, sitting on his lap as his arms wrapped around your waist, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss was full of hunger and love, both of you craving each other.
  His fingers brushed against your underwear as he ran his hands up and down your waist, hungry to touch you. You pressed yourself flush against his chest, fingers threading through his hair. You could already feel how aroused you were, his touches making you melt into him. 
  You pulled back from the kiss, tongue flicking against his lips as you opened your eyes. Wilbur looked at you, tilting his head slightly. You leaned your head down, kissing his neck softly, causing him to shiver. Your tongue brushed against his skin as you bit and sucked, leaving marks all across his skin. His tender hands gripped your hips, squeezing hard enough to hurt, but you didn’t mind.
  As you pulled back from his neck, a satisfying ‘pop’ noise being made, you felt something growing in your boyfriends pants, causing you to grind against his lap, hearing a breathy moan escape his lips. You bit your lip, looking him in the eyes as you continued to grind down on him. He began to melt under you, soft pants and moans passing through his lips.
  “Darling I-” Wilbur shuddered under you, leaning into your shoulder.
  Through his jeans you could feel him throb, he was close. You however were not ready for him to have his release. As he began to kiss and bite your shoulder, you stopped grinding, a mischievous grin forming on your lips. His hips bucked against yours, chasing any friction he could get.
  “No no no, not yet.” You bit his earlobe softly. “You still need to pleasure me babe.”
  Wilbur bit his lip, smothering a growl into your shoulder. He lifted you up, swiping off all the papers, then set you on the desk. 
  You laid back as he pulled down your underwear. Your heart beating loudly in your chest as he leaned down in his chair, his mouth quickly latching onto your already wet pussy. You let out a soft moan, hands gripping the desk as he went to work, his tongue flicking up and down on your clit.
  Your back arched, hand quickly gripping his hair, pulling him closer to you. His teeth grazed against your sensitive skin as his tongue moved skillfully. Pleasure quickly rose, causing you to moan loudly.
  “God,, Wilbur” You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Your pretty mouth has such a way of pleasuring me.” 
  Your compliment lit a fire in him, causing him to slip a finger inside of you as he continued to stimulate with his tongue. The burning feeling in you tightened, causing you to wrap your legs around Wilbur, holding him in place as he brought you closer and closer to the sweet release you so craved. 
  With a strangled moan you came, Wilburs tongue lapping around you as your legs twitched, quickly becoming overstimulated. When he had finally pulled away, you sat up, panting heavily. His hands found your hips, gently helping you off the desk. 
  As your feet touched the ground, you reached for his belt, quickly undoing it, and tugged his pants down, the tent that had grown becoming a lot more free. You smirked slightly, and tugged down the waistband, letting him spring forth. Precum was already dripping from the tip. 
  You bit your lip, then crawled up onto his lap, positioning yourself over him. His lips found yours, encompassing you in a rough, needy kiss, before you slammed yourself down onto his lap, moans escaping both of you. His hands held you roughly, nails slightly digging into your skin. You gripped his hair, tugging him back slightly as you bounced, slick noises coming from each movement. 
  You smiled widely into him, finally getting what you so craved for so long. You were so come over with pleasure as you rode him, you could barely hear the knocking on the door. But Wilbur hand. 
  “Nhg, wait wait,” He whispered into the kiss, holding you from moving. You whined, tugging softly at his hair. “Someone’s at the door.”
  “Wilbur? Are you in there?” It was Fundy.
  “Y-yeah, I’m here.” He answered, trying to steady his voice. 
  “Could you open the door? I wanted to talk to you about some battle plans.” Fundy jiggled the handle.
  You looked at Wilbur, tightening around him as you slowly moved up and down on his cock. You wanted to see how much you could tease the man as he spoke with his son. 
  Wilbur let out a small moan into your shoulder, giving a small glare as you smirked. “I’m actually um, doing something important right now. I-it would be better for you to come back later.” His voice stuttered as you licked his neck.
  “Are you ok.? I know everything’s been hard, and you’ve been working your ass off. Y/n was talking to me about how worried they were about you. We’re all worried.” Fundy spoke, concern lacing his voice. 
  “I’m ok.” Wilbur looked at you, a small smile forming on his lips. “I’m going to take care of myself tonight, and spend some time out of the office. Let me finish this up, then I’ll go rest, yeah? We can talk more tomorrow.” 
  Fundy’s hand left the door. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 
  As his footsteps faded, you pulled Wilbur in for a deep kiss, mumbling how much you loved him as your lips pressed against his. Wilbur mumbled back sorries and I love you’s, fingers lightly brushing over your buzzing skin.
  You began bouncing once again, loving whispers filling your ears as moans bubbled up from your chest. Your chest brushed against his, your sensitive skin brushing against his soft sweater. Wilburs hands shifted from your hips to your thighs, thrusting gently, yet fast, chasing the contact with you. 
  “Wilbur,” You breathed out, moaning into his ear. “I want you to cum inside me. No pulling out this time.”
  “But what about- what if you get pregnant?” His movements slowed, looking you in the eyes.
  “Don’t worry, I’m, ah, I won’t.” Your muscles began to twitch, getting awfully close to your second release.
  “If you say so love.” He began to quicken his pace, biting your shoulder as his hips stuttered, slamming you down on his lap as he came. You twitched, moaning as you felt him fill you up, back arching. 
  As you came down from the cum high, Wilbur kissed you all over, whispering small ‘I love you’s’ as you leaned into him, gripping around his cock. Your chest heaved, your arms wrapped around his neck.
  As you held onto him, not wanting to let go, he leaned down, grabbing the trench coat. “Love, I’ll carry you to our room, but you’ve got to put the coat on. I don’t want anyone to see your lovely body.”
  You blushed softly, then kissed him softly, slipping the trench coat on. “You’re gonna have to walk down the halls with your dick in me. I’m not letting you go yet.”
  Wilburs cheeks turned bright red, fingers drumming on your waist. You gave a cheeky smile, then wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood up, his arms holding you close to him. You loved this man so much.
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