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futureman · 9 months

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give in

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: joel shows you how to love yourself the way you deserve

warnings: 18+ MDNI, jackson era, soft!joel, age gap, comfort, smut, size kink, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering, exploring sexual trauma, mentions of guilt & shame, intrusive thoughts

word count: 2.8k

“Doin’ real good, baby. That’s it, nice and slow. No need to rush it.”

Joel needs you to believe it.

He can feel your discomfort and sense the intrusive thoughts threatening to overtake you, but he needs you to know that everything you're doing right now is okay.

It’s normal and natural, and, under his roof, highly encouraged. All he's ever wanted is for you to feel good. For you to allow yourself the grace and gratification of coming undone at your own, perfect hand.

But you live by an unspoken rule, one that doesn't apply to anyone else but you. There's nothing you love more than watching Joel touch himself, whether it's quick and dirty, or drawn-out and meticulous, his body teetering on the edge of all-consuming release for hours. Yet, when it comes to your personal pleasure, there’s only shame.

He's beginning to realize that your aversion goes beyond a lack of education. You were young when the outbreak hit, and while FEDRA schools aren’t exactly known for their top-tier sex ed classes, that isn't what's holding you back.

There's something else there, too, buried beneath the surface. A lifetime's worth of guilt and doubt that he alone gets the privilege of unraveling. So, whenever you come to him for help, he leads you to his bed and gently coaxes you to self-completion.

He takes it slow and keeps his hands to himself unless you tell him otherwise—and you always tell him otherwise. But those are your boundaries to set. New, spoken rules to replace the old ones.

Pressed firmly into your side, he whispers soft reassurances in your ear, his lips brushing the wispy baby hairs framing your forehead with every word. He swallows every gasp and moan, and cherishes the sharp sting of your nails biting into his skin as you reach your peak.

And when you come down from the clouds and turn to him with hazy eyes and a blissful smile, he knows it's all worth it. Even if it takes years more, he’ll continue to talk you through it, banishing the cruel thoughts that plague you and replacing them with the promise of relief.

Just like he is right now.

"Tell me what you're feelin'. I wanna know what's goin' on in that pretty head of yours."

You shake your head, exhaling a long, frustrated breath. Your body never responds to you the way it does to Joel, and, on the rare occasion it does, it just isn't the same. It takes too long, and there's none of the gradual build-up that allows you to lose yourself in it. Not in the pleasure of it, anyway.

"S'a little...dry," you mumble, slowing to a stop. It'll start to burn if you keep going like this, but you're not sure what else you can do. Joel presses a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear before pulling back.

"Lemme see your hand, sugar," he says, gesturing for yours with his own. Confused, you remove your fingers from between your legs to hold up in front of his face.

You're waiting for him to inspect them, or come up with a valid reason why they're not working, when he abruptly sucks them into his mouth. His tongue feels hot, searingly so, as he laves over the pads of your middle and ring fingers, then dips between them to caress your knuckles down to where they meet.

A wave of heat almost identical to the one enveloping your hand begins to pool at the base of your spine, and you feel a sudden, heady whoosh at the apex of your thighs. If he could just keep doing that, exactly that, but further down your body—

But, to your disappointment, he stops as suddenly as he started and slides your fingers from his mouth with a lewd pop before guiding them back to your core.

"How 'bout now?" he asks earnestly, and Christ. He's so good at that. He always knows how to work your body, even by proxy.

You're wet. You don't even need the added moisture of Joel's saliva, anymore. Just the action itself has you breathing heavier, enticing a craving you never knew you had. Your fingers slip clumsily through the slick leaking out of you, and your eyelids flutter at the fleeting sensation of your fingertips catching your entrance.

"B-better...feels better," you stumble over your words. Your fingers continue to explore your folds without your permission, stoking the fire in your belly. And also your doubt. "But I'm—J-Joel it's..."

That telltale embarrassment is starting to creep in again, reminding you that you're doing something wrong. It feels too good, and you really don't want to stop, but what does that say about you? Sinner, slut. The intrusive thoughts are louder than Joel's gentle panting in your ear, now.

As if he can hear them, he snakes a hand past your stomach to grip the soft plush of your thigh. He spreads you open for him, exposing your cunt to the open air as he massages soothing shapes into your skin, silencing the ugly words with his kind touch.

"S'alright, sugar, you can keep goin'. You liked that, right? That's good. You're treatin' your body the way she deserves," he says encouragingly. His hand inches closer to where you're dribbling onto the sheets, but stops the moment his thumb reaches your coarse curls.

You ache to wrap your soaked fingers around his to tug him closer, but you know you can't. And that feels surprisingly okay. For the first time in a long time, you're actually keeping yourself sated enough without his help.

Now that your legs are parted, it all feels...different. Heightened, almost. It's because you're hyperaware of every movement you're making, you realize, and it turns you on way more than it should. Or, no. No. Exactly as much as it should.

Joel isn't immune to it, either.

As your bedroom fills with the sounds of crisp, rustling sheets and the slick motions of your fingers roaming your folds, you can feel Joel fighting harder not to rut into your side. His body is tense beside you, and the bicep pillowing your head flexes intermittently every time your hips swivel to meet your hand. His praise is also starting to take on an edge, now tinged with something a little...filthier.

"Y'hear that? You're gettin' so loud, sugar. So wet," he grits out, his expression pained. "Just look at'cha. Needy, perfect girl. Doin' everythin' right."

His eyes dart up to your face, observing the delicate scrunch of your nose and your parted lips. He's watching you a little too intently, likely to avoid the image of your glistening palm and fingertips working to bring yourself closer and closer to the edge. You're making a huge mess.

And it's making Joel hard as a rock. Twitching and leaking, and temptingly bare against the sweet friction of your hip bone. You know he's doing everything he can to focus on you, but he can't even begin to imagine how much his reaction is spurring you on.

More. You want to give yourself so much more.

"Joel, I don't think I'm doing it right," you twist to whine into his tousled, graying hair. You breathe him in, and the familiar scent of pine and suede makes your head spin and your fingers stutter. "S'not enough. I-I need more, I keep losing it."

He sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth, wrenching his gaze away from you to glance down the bed. Christ, he can't even hide how badly he wants to touch you. His cock jerks the moment he catches sight of you again, smearing precum across your skin, and you involuntarily mimic him, your hips bucking up into your unpracticed touch.

Blunt nails dig into your thigh before his hand trails back up to your stomach. It trembles as he guides you, languidly and with a hint of desperation.

"S'okay, just follow me," he instructs you, swirling his middle and ring fingers in a tight circle around your belly button. You shiver at the raspiness of his voice. "Right around your clit. Remember where that is?"

But before you can shake your head, his arm slides out from under you and he shifts further down your body to lean over you, propping himself on his elbow. His fingers continue their ministrations on your stomach while he moves lower to gently tug up the hood of your clit, revealing your swollen nub.

"Fuckin' hell," he swears quietly under his breath, his stomach visibly tensing. He's careful to steer clear of everything else, giving you enough space to heed his lesson.

"Alright, c'mere, sugar. There ya go. See? You remember," he releases you, shifting a hand to your thigh and wrapping the other tightly around the base of his cock. He keens, his back nearly bowing with the pent-up tension in his body. "That's it. Nice, tight circles. Just like when I make you cum with my mouth."

You choke on your next moan, squeezing your eyes shut as you're suddenly inundated with memories of Joel between your legs, fucking you with his tongue until you gush into his mouth. You press down harder, swirl faster. No guilt, no disgust. It all still feels so good.

He notices the change in your breathing immediately and begins to stroke himself in time with the rapid rise and fall of your breasts. The hazel of his eyes sharpens to pitch black. A warning, preparing you for the ecstasy to come.

"Oh, you like that, huh? S'good, you're doin' so good. Can ya give yourself two fingers? Wanna show ya all the ways I make you squeeze mine," he croons, teasing just below the ridge of his head with his thumb while he waits for your response.

"I...yeah, y-yes," you whimper, your brows furrowing as you slip your fingers lower to circle your entrance. But as you start to press into yourself, you hesitate. "W-wait, it feels like too much. I don't want it to hurt."

At that, he all but winces like he's in physical pain, and his hand shoots to the base of his cock again, squeezing hard.

"Christ," he grits through his teeth, but it sounds more akin to a growl. It wasn't your intention to make him fight his own body like this, but you won't lie and say you're not devouring every second of it. He exhales sharply through his nose to ground himself. "Does it feel good when ya take my cock?"

Those dark eyes are on yours, now, but somehow they're still so gentle. He's not saying any of this for himself. You can tell, it's all for you. Reminders that you can do this if you want it, and that he'd never ask you to do anything that could harm you.

You nod quickly because it does feel good. You need him to know that having his cock inside you feels so, so good.

"Look at those pretty, little fingers of yours. They bigger than I am?"

Your eyes drop to where his hand is still wrapped tightly around himself. He's leaking all over his fingers, thick and tinged an angry shade of red.

"No, Joel. You're bigger," you whisper, your pleasure intensifying the longer you watch him. His lips quirk into the beginnings of a smirk.

"Now, ya don't have to. You can get yourself there just like that. S'just as good," his drawl commands your attention. "But I think you'd like knowin' how it feels like to cum around 'em—"

The tips of your fingers begin to sink into your heat before he finishes his sentence. The sensation is...everything. Too much to keep your eyes from rolling back or your jaw from dropping. It's so different. As you bottom out, you wonder how this is even possible for Joel. How he ever manages to fit.

"S'hard to move," you pump your fingers in and out experimentally, moaning quietly at the addictive way they drag against your sensitive walls.

You're not too naive to realize your body stretches to accommodate him, but you're too caught up in the sight of his hand resuming its previous pace to recall that knowledge. He looks a little desperate now and sounds even more so.

"Fuck me. S'it tight? Tell me, sugar. Tell me how tight ya are," he pants heavily, unable to stop himself from fucking into his fist. You unknowingly match his pace, clenching around yourself every time your palm slaps into your clit.

"M'so tight, Joel. And wet and warm," your eyes flutter closed as you lose yourself in the beauty of your own body.

Letting the slick sound of his hand slamming into his pelvic bone be your guide, you bring yourself closer and closer to your own, distinctive state of nirvana. The same explosive release Joel gives you all the time that you're finally allowing your body to experience with itself.

"Joel, I'm...I...," you sob around your words, barely able to force them out as your entire being quakes with your impending orgasm. "...I can't—m'gonna cum, Joel, I can't."

Without warning, he throws a leg over your body to straddle your hips and crashes his lips into yours. He continues to work himself as he coaxes your mouth open, his tongue brushing yours fleetingly before he pulls back.

"Ya can. Let go, sugar. Give in to it, s'okay. I got ya, I'm right here," he breathes against your lips, and you tilt your head to meet his again. When your head drops back onto the bed, your eyes are pleading. You need his help.

And he understands. That's what he's here for.

"Cum with me," he murmurs, dropping his forehead to yours. "C'mon, perfect girl, you deserve it."

You believe him. The shame and never-ending guilt that twists and snags like barbed wire in your chest is nowhere to be found right now. There's only silence, save for you and Joel teetering on the cusp, and his tender reassurances in your ear. He's right. You can have this.

"Ngh—Joel, it's...cumming. Fuck, fuck, m'cumming."

It creeps up on you, a gentle crescendo that abruptly peaks, then slams into you like a freight train. His name leaves your lips in a sharp exhale of sheer relief, repeated like a prayer while you ride it out.

You're vaguely aware of a ragged, drawn-out groan above you as you soak the sheets beneath you, your cunt squeezing your fingers hard with every spasm, just like he said it would. You feel it all.

Then, you feel him, splattering across your stomach and breasts in thick, white streaks, his release as messy and prolonged as yours. Gasping, you continue through your aftershocks together until sensitivity sets in.

Joel collapses on the bed next to you and immediately pulls you into his arms, uncaring of the sticky, drying residue smearing between you. He cups your cheek and kisses you, firmly but chastely, before reluctantly pulling away.

His eyes search yours carefully like he's looking for something. Peace, maybe? A sense of calm, an absence of the cloudiness he so often sees there and fights to keep at bay. Whatever it is, he must've found it because, then, his lips are on yours again, a longer, deeper kiss that you melt into with loose limbs and a light heart.

"How we doin', sugar?" he asks tentatively as he parts from you.

You take a moment to respond, appraising your body and everything it can sense right now. The wetness between your legs and on your chest, your aching wrist and thighs, and that sweet, pleasant buzz settling at the top of your spine.

"Good," you tell him honestly. You gaze up at him with a blissful smile, preening at the affectionate one he gives you in return, before burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"Thanks...for this," you continue, mumbling carefully into the warmth of his skin. "And for putting up with me. I know all of this is shitty and weird, and not fun. Just...thank you—for never giving up on me."

He sighs, pulling you impossibly closer and enveloping you in his strong, soothing embrace. It feels safe here. In Joel's bed, surrounded by his scent and heat, and unwavering patience, you start to feel hopeful. He lifts your hand to his lips and softly kisses the pads of each finger, then the center of your palm.

"Ya don't have to thank me for any of that. We'll keep doin' this, s'long as it takes," he murmurs, urging you out of your hiding spot to meet his eyes. "Not a damn thing wrong with ya. Ya hear me? You're perfect."

Maybe one day, you'll be able to believe him outside of this bedroom. But, for right now, you just feel lucky to be loved by a man like Joel. One who accepts your trauma and your past, and will always be there to save you, even from yourself.

thanks for reading!

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller angst #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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shotmrmiller · 2 months

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wait though because seriously. the boys share everything with each other.

(smut, be warned. this turned way too long thank @waves-against-a-cliff for this)

they share bedrolls and tents when they're stuck in the freezing cold during a mission.

they share canteens, mre's, cigarettes. (price is smoke snob so simon always carries a cigar or two for him)

they'll share a room in base when simon's not sleeping again due to his ptsd, or johnny's gone and gotten injured again. john slips into kyle's room sometimes just to remind himself that he didn't lose kyle when he fell out of the helo.

they share showers, too. sometimes in a safe house there's not enough hot water to go around 4 individuals, and other times they just need a hand that isn't their own wrapped around their neglected cocks. (simon mewls like a kitten when john fists him from behind, beard scraping on the junction of his shoulder as john gives him a peck or two on the neck)

they go on leave and stay together, too. simon and john are the ones who keep a home-- johnny and kyle sleep at whoever's they please; essentially living there as well.

then john gets a little bird, a sweet (much younger, simon notices) thing who's far too gentle and soft for gruff men like themselves, just a doting, kind girlfriend.

they share you too.

it hadn't really been hard to nudge you their direction, either. john's only ever sung praise of his crew, his boys.

johnny and kyle are the pretty ones-- it's completely normal that your eyes wandered from john to them when they visited. johnny's hand lingered a little too long on the small of your back when he needed to get past, the touch scalding even through your shirt, and kyle's gentle demeanor and warm smiles toward you never failed to get your heart racing. they were easily game.

simon had been a bit more of a challenge.

he'd been jealous of you, at first. of course someone full of life such as yourself would capture his captain's heart. a bright, burning star in comparison to him, a stellar remnant. he'd seethed when johnny had taken a picture of the both you and john asleep on the couch, him partially lying atop of you with his head firmly on your chest. simon can't even have light weight on him as he sleeps, lest he dreams that he's underground again, dirt clogging his mouth and nose as he claws himself back to the world of the living.

but john knows him better than he knows himself, and he'd nipped that issue in the bud-- slinked into simon's room in base and reassured him with a hand curled under his jaw that there is enough of him for everyone, and now you, too.

"what's mine is yours, simon. and that little morsel back home is mine."

john only brought it up the once, and how eager you'd been. so receptive to the idea of treating his boys the way they deserve. they haven't had much good in their life, he'd purred, but you'll be good, won't you?

yes, you'd jerkily nodded, so good, i swear.

they had you watch them first, just to not overwhelm you. meager handjobs and suggestive kisses to flushed skin. whispered promises of what's to come, playful nips to the ear. it went well enough, john observing how you rubbed your thighs together whenever one of them finally peaked over their own stomach.

then you interrupted their session, one day, asking if you could try to give one of them a hand (ha). the last time he came that hard, kyle had touched him under the table in a restaurant, in front of decent company.

he'd even spurted cum all the way up to his collarbone.

it upgraded quickly after that, any self doubt all but gone under their touch. fingers sunk and curled inside your throbbing cunt, squelching with each movement. john sat behind you, keeping you somewhat upright so you could just focus on their attention. johnny's warm mouth laved at your stiff nipple and kyle swallowed all of your moans.

johnny went first, rambunctious man that he was. he flipped you onto your knees and hilted in one smooth stroke. john stood by your side the entire time, his hands brushing away the damp hair that stuck to your forehead. "doin' so good, love." johnny's grip around your waist had been the only thing that kept you from sprawling forward with each heavy thrust.

kyle had gone next, and what you'd thought would've been a sensual missionary ended up being a devastating missionary press. he pushed your knees to your chest, feeling the air rush out of your lungs. when he bottomed out, john had hissed above you. "made a proper mess there, johnny. there's not enough room for kyle when she's stuffed full of you."

"i'm not sorry, sir," was his cheeky reply.

johnny's spend had been forcibly pushed out when kyle pushed in.

his length was in your throat as he took you and he gave you no respite, just a constant drag of his cock along your sensitive nerves. your mind was scrambled, unable to form a single coherent thought. his fingers dug into the soft meat of your thighs when he came.

simon chose to be last, because you'd be warmed up and slick enough to take him without much discomfort.

wrong.

even with him on his back, you choosing how fast or slow the coupling went, it'd stung. it was an invasion, a searing ache in between your legs, inside your core once you sat flush on his thighs.

simon's hands tightened around your hips, and grunted. "alrigh' getter off. she's clearly in pain--"

"no! i'm just sensitive, is all. i just need a little time to get accustomed."

his face showed disbelief, brows furrowed and lips slightly pursed but john was quick to assuage the situation. "you heard her, simon. she can take it." john turned to you and cradled your face in his hands. "can't you, love?"

'course you could. you promised to be good, after all.

kyle came from behind and wrapped his own hands around your waist, canting them forward, simon's length going so much deeper, and a sharp breath escaped you.

"there ya go, doll. much better now, yeah?"

you rolled your hips slowly, testing the waters. underneath the pulse of pain, was pleasure, crawling up your spine, dripping slick down the base of simon's cock.

finally.

leaning forward, you placed your palms on his sweat-slick barrel chest and began to ride him with fervor. john threaded his fingers through simon's hair and tugged harshly, a ragged moan falling from his lips. it hadn't been much longer after, which you are grateful for because you were about to pray to the gods that your hips hold out with how fiercely they burned with effort.

john had kissed your temple in the end, praising how well you did and to not worry about him, this was more than enough.

aftercare had been a long, drawn out process that had your eyes heavy with sleep, and chest warm with affection.

they left you asleep, exhausted, curled up in john's oversized bed and simon was the one to drag them all into the guest bedroom because john hadn't come once tonight.

when he tried to protest, kyle huffed and cut him off with a wave of his hand. "we take care of each other, captain, and now it's your turn."

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #cod smut #task force 141 #poly!141

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saotoru · 11 months

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how he eats it

re2, re4 leon x fem reader

minors + ageless dni

re4 leon

leon can be impatient. especially when he’s been gone for weeks on a mission and you’re the only thing he could think about.

so that’s why the second he steps through the door he’s pulling you by the back of the head into a bruising kiss without a single greeting. no hello, nothing, just leon kissing you hard as he pins you against the wall of the hallway, broad body caging yours. if he wasn’t so desperate, he might’ve taken his time with you. whispered in your ear about how much he missed you, how he’d touch himself thinking about the way you taste, how he’d cum with your name on his lips every single night. but there’s no time for that. not when he finally has the real you right in front of him, after weeks of just his hand and memory to get himself off.

he makes quick work of your clothes and sinks onto his knees before you, hiking a thigh onto his shoulder. “missed you,” he mumbles. even through his desperation he’s still so tender, littering the inside of your leg with kisses, higher and higher until he presses an open-mouthed one right on your clit. you feel rather than hear the moan leon lets out when he finally tastes you, his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head as he dips his tongue inside you and drinks up all the slick you’re drooling just for him.

“god, i missed you,” he slurs. “missed this so fucking much.”

all you can do is whine, a broken sob catching in your chest as he doesn’t stop, flicking his tongue on your clit over and over and over. if it weren’t for the near-bruising grip on your hips you might’ve collapsed but leon’s got you. keeps you steady as his lips wrap around your throbbing clit and he sucks, orgasm crashing over you in waves and he eases you through it, drinking all that you have to offer.

re2 leon

poor rookie leon cums hard whenever you sit on his face. gets too turned on for his own good; it’s apparent in the way his cock is already half-hard and all you’ve done is hover over his face. he paws at your hips, a bit impatiently, trying coax you down onto his awaiting mouth.

“please, baby,” he hopes the strain in his voice isn’t too obvious. “let me—let me taste you.”

it feels like his head spins the moment you rest your weight on his face and leon is gone, laving his tongue wherever he can reach. he’s quick to grow pussydrunk, licking and sucking at you so sloppy because he just wants to fucking drown in you, needs your slick down his throat more than he needs air to breathe. he can’t stop the whine he lets out when your hips begin to roll against his face, the throb in his cock growing so unbearable that he reaches down to palm himself and match the pace of his hand to his tongue.

use him. that’s all he wants, for you to fuck his face like he’s nothing, grind your clit on his tongue til you cum and leon will too, spurting thick white ropes onto his tummy because he likes being a mess just for you. <3

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut

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diejager · 1 year

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Nest

You whined, blunt nails digging into the thick, veiny hand that held your scruff. You struggled against him, trying to get out of his tight hold. He had you straddling him in the rec room, seated on the couch as he took over the complete space, his musk oozing off his skin in waves. He was scenting you, nosing your glands - red and swollen from all his kissing and his licking - with low growls. He nipped your neck when you skimmed too much, mouth leaving red and blue marks on your sweaty skin.

The intimiste act felt weird in such an open place, the public area of your shared room with the rest of the Task Force. You clawed at his hand and chest, pushing him when he wouldn’t - couldn’t - hear you, too lost in the haze of his pre-rut. It never bothered you how possessive and protective he got when his rut approached, his wolf baring his teeth and glaring at anyone who walked near you.

It was all fine until you heard steps, heavy and slow steps towards the small room you were currently being scented in. It stank of Price and your pheromones, a mix of arousal and possession. Whoever was making his way to the room knew the danger, anyone could smell Price from a mile away at this rate.

“John-,” you moaned into his furred ears, seeing them flatten against his head as he let out a growl, face still hidden between your shoulders.

His hair raised, shoulders stiff and eyes squinting, he felt another soldier’s presence. You peered from the bottom of your eyes, Price’s hand baring your throat to him with an iron grip. Ghost’s imposing figure stepped into the room, broad shoulders and darkness staring into your dilated eyes. Then he looked down your face to your Captain’s back covering your smaller body from Ghost’s gaze.

“Sorry,” you mouthed to your Lieutenant.

He nodded, backing away from the door. He closed the door, shutting other scents from mixing with yours. It pleased Price, from the vibrating rumble in his chest.

“Sweet bunny,” he cooed, lips kissing the corner of your lips to your cheeks, until he reached your floppy ears.

His teeth sunk into the cartilage, tongue lapping your ears and sucking it. You shuddered, crying out his name in a hiss, feeling him slobbering over your rabbit ears. The hand that held your hips moved to flip one of your ear over, showing the pink and flushed skin to his mouth.

“John!” you yipped, fingers holding onto his shoulders as he laved across your inner ear.

Your sudden burst of arousal made his growl, a pleased rumble as his tongue continued its work, grounding his bulge against the wet patch between your legs.

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campingwiththecharmings · 1 year

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Another

AN: I feel like I should apologize for my Miguel O'Hara thirst but...I don't wanna.

(Un-beta’d)

PWP in which Miguel makes you come over and over and—

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 749 Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader Warnings: PWP, p in v, kissing, cockwarming, mild biting, soft!Miguel, overstimulation, praise kink, mild blood, established relationship, multiple orgasms, creampie AO3

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“Again, mi vida, give me another.”

You whine, limbs shaking, as each push of his hips sends another jolt of pleasure through your body. He’s been at this for what seems like hours, slowly bringing you to the edge and flinging you over it, only to pull you right back up again and again. He feels so good, his thick cock dragging against every sweet spot inside you, splitting you open, hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises—

Your back bows when he changes the angle slightly, the tip of his cock bumping against your cervix. The pleasure rolls through you in waves, seemingly never ending, as he slowly pushes and pulls himself in and out of you. He still hasn’t come, is still rock hard inside you; he’s holding himself back, you know, waiting for you to reach a certain level of pleasure before he allows himself to experience it himself. If you weren’t so cock drunk right now, you’d probably say something, tell him that you want him to feel good too, that you want to see him lose the control he fights so hard to keep over himself.

The stirrings of your…fifth (or is it the sixth?) orgasm begin in your belly, the tendrils coiling, about to snap. You moan weakly as your cunt flutters, breath backing up in your lungs. Miguel grunts, jaw clenching as he maintains the same slow pace, his hand sliding from your hip to your sex. His thumb barely circles your clit when the tension inside you breaks, soft waves of bliss rippling from your core, alighting every nerve in your body as you gasp, mouth falling open in a silent moan. Your eyes roll back in your head and your body trembles, fingers twisting loosely in the sheets beneath you.

Miguel’s groan is broken as you convulse around him, his body moving forward to cover yours, to cage you in as he continues to rut into you, prolonging your pleasure. He presses his face into your neck, murmuring his praises into your skin (“Such a good girl for me, squeezing me so tight.”). His groans increase as your orgasm recedes, his steady pace faltering slightly as he (finally) chases his own pleasure. You moan softly in his ear, your arms heavy as you sluggishly wrap them around his waist, hands resting on his lower back. He mouths at your skin, tongue laving sloppily at the little nicks his fangs leave behind.

When he comes, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, almost growling as he fills you to the brim with his seed. You gasp in surprise, the sharp pain immediately melting into pleasure. His cock is soft and spent, but you whimper nonetheless when he continues to lazily fuck into you, his cum spilling out with every press of his hips. Despite how tired you feel, you don’t want him to stop, instead slipping your hands low enough to grasp his backside. He pulls his mouth off of your shoulder with a hum, nose dragging up the column of your neck until he meets your lips in a slow, languid kiss. The taste of your own blood on your tongue sends a shiver through you, arousal once more pooling in your gut.

He must sense it, because he keeps going, keeps pumping his softened cock into you, his mouth swallowing every sweet little noise that escapes from between your lips. When you come this time, it’s less intense, the euphoria cresting softly as you bask in the pleasure. He groans brokenly as you squeeze him again, his forehead pressed against yours, half-lidded eyes glued to your face. His hips finally still as you both come down, and he kisses you again, soft and slow, his hand smoothing gently down the side of your face.

“Okay?” he asks, pulling back a little to study your face.

You hum, smiling drowsily at him, your hands running up and down his back.

He smiles back at you, a suspicious glint in his eyes as he churns his hips a little. “Can you give me another one?”

You whine, shaking your head, your nails digging into his back. “Miguel, no, please. I can’t—”

“I know, baby,” he chuckles, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “I’m just teasing.”

You fall asleep like that—his body draped over yours, his cock still inside you—his solid warmth lulling you into a pleasant sleep.

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober day 3

[day three: thigh riding]

pairing: jungkook x f.reader

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

notes: smut straight under the cut

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You feel Jungkook press a wet kiss to your cheek, eyes barely open as you tug at his shirt. Silent demand for him to take it off. He drops the blunt on an ashtray balancing on the arm of the couch. Mere moments away from tipping over the edge, though neither of you finding it in yourself to worry.

He tugs his shirt over his head, thrown somewhere on the floor behind you; neither of you in a rush. Mind slow, gentle pleasure thrumming throughout your bodies, warm hands pressed to warm flesh.

Rough touch of fingertips of delicate skin, spikes of unsure pleasure fizzling beneath your flesh with every accidental tug. Skin dimpling where Jungkook presses and prods and gropes and loves. The faintest hint of red rising beneath your skin with every dip of his hands caressing parts of your body only he will ever see, ever own and love and ravish.

Your hands trail over his stomach, fingers dipping into his defined abs, his stomach tensing when you trail over a sensitive spot.

Your thumb presses over his happy trail, tracing over the waistband of his shorts, pussy clenching around nothing at the thought of his cock splitting you open.

“My pretty” he murmurs, tugging your shirt over your head, he groans at your bare chest, cock straining in his pants at the sight of you.

He leans down, lips wrapping around one of your nipples, his fingers pinching the other, tugging before pressing a thumb over the sensitive skin. You moan at the sliver of pleasure that slips down your spine, slick leaking into your panties, soaking the fabric until Jungkook can feel your arousal, tacky on his legs.

“Shit—Jungkook” you whine.

“Yeah? You like that?” he whispers, warm breath tickling your skin, nipples hardening. Goosebumps prickling your skin, tickling over you with each rugged lick of his tongue over your bare flesh.

“Mhmm” you nod, “So good”

His hands slip down your sides, looking up at you through his lashes, lips sucking at the soft skin of your chest. Red flowers of his love blossoming in his wake. Your mouth tips open in a breathy moan, nails raking down his stomach when he starts rocking your hips. Guiding you just how you like— lazy, clit needy, slick pussy coated in your arousal.

Your legs tighten around Jungkook’s thigh you were straddling, clit throbbing as the soft fabric of your cotton panties drags over the sensitive little nub with each lazy roll of your hips. Your hands find their way to his hair, tugging him closer until his face is smothered in your chest.

He bites down on your nipple, tongue laving over it to soothe the gentle jolt of pain that tickled down your spine.

More slick dribbles from your pussy. In your lust hazed mind, you find it in yourself to lift yourself up a little, desperate whine catching in your throat as your pleasure starts to ebb away momentarily. Slowly building orgasm a phantom feeling, clit still throbbing in desperate need.

You push your panties to the side, Jungkook tipping his head back as your bare pussy connects with the thick muscle of his thigh, skin slick and shiny with your leaking arousal. His hands settle back onto your hips, dragging you forward, helping you roll your hips, clit dragging against his warm skin.

Your knee nudges against the underside of his cock, nudging it enough to drag deliciously in his underwear. Building pleasure making precum stain the cotton, steadily leaking out the tip.

“Fuck” he moans, thigh tensing. You almost fall forward at the fresh wave of pleasure. Your nails rake down his chest, Jungkook’s hand squeezing over his cock to stave off his orgasm as your hands thumb over his nipples.

Your hips stutter forward, desperate as you rut against Jungkook’s thigh. He can feel your pussy clenching, arousal dripping down his skin onto the couch below the both of you. So wet and slick and messy, dribbles of arousal sticking to skin and fabric. Wet little noises making his cock twitch with every jittery rut of your hips. Mind so hazy and pleasure filled.

“Come for me baby” he groans, “making me all wet and messy”

His fingers find the back of your neck, carding into your hair. He drags you down, lips pressing against your own, his tongue prods at your mouth, slipping past your lips when you moan. He swallows it down, swallowing down every little sound you make.

His tongue presses against your own, mix of your saliva coating your chin, slippery against his lips.

He bites at you bottom lip, lip piercings dragging against your skin.

“Jungkook” you whine, fingers digging into Jungkook’s shoulders when he pinches your clit, his other hand palming over his cock.

“Come on, pretty” he looks at you through hooded eyes.

You’re desperate in your attempt to cum, pussy lips parting around his thick thighs as he plays with your clit.

Thick rivulets of arousal wetting his skin as you cum, desperate to keep the pleasure going as you rut against him. Mouth opening in awe when you watch his thick release spurt through his underwear. White staining his hand as he rolls his hips upwards, bringing you both down slowly from your highs

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Just Pretend [Love is Madness] (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

18+ | soft and fuck nasty wombo combo wesker, he whimpers, biting, what if wesker was in love AND denial, p/rn without plot | Fic Directory

You bury your face in the sheets, fists scrambling for purchase in the soft silk. The moan that leaves you is anything but dignified, though you’d passed that threshold long ago. He’s had a long day, and you were all too happy to help him get it out of his system.

A hand twists in your hair while another takes a biting grip at your waist to steady you with each punishing thrust.

So thick, so full…

“Al…” You mewl, the nickname a sacred utterance only for special moments, whether carnal or tender. You hear the way he shudders. You feel the flex in his grip. Wesker loves it and you know full well he does. By the stutter of his hips turning to a wet grind, you know it drives him crazy to be called such a sweet, silly name. To feel every one of your proclamations of love seep into something so… mundane.

You feel him collapse, chest pressing flat and hot against your back as he braces himself, breaths panting in your ear. He’s not done– nowhere near it. This is just how he gets away with the softer things. He thinks you don’t know how much he fucking loves the full body contact. That he shivers when the whole of you is pressed to him, when he feels completely joined with you.

He peppers kisses from behind your ear down to the junction of your neck, each one wet and warm and full of unspoken adoration. Each shallow grind into your heat makes him try and fail to bite back weak little moans until he becomes so fed up, so frustrated that he can’t keep his perfect composure, that he simply has to sink his teeth into your flesh. At least he could lie and say it was just the taste of you that made him make such sweet little sounds.

“Oh god!”

You know that’ll drive him wild too. For in his mind, he is the god to whom you cry out.

And how right he is…

His hands snake up your waist to grab at your chest, pulling you against him even firmer. Your hand flies back to thread in his hair, tugging softly at his ruffled locks. The force of his bite leaves you and is replaced with his tongue laving hot across his mark. He gives two sharp rocks of his hips before rising off of you, pulling you into a kneeling position– back tight to his chest the way he likes it. With an arm around your waist once more, he lets loose. The bed creaks and moans beneath the force of his motions, and you’re fully convinced it’s going to give out one day. Its song of protest is drowned by your symphony of passion, of skin on skin and desperate noises coming from you both.

He bites down on you again to hide his sounds, but it’s to no avail. Nothing can quite disguise the sound of Wesker whining and whimpering as he gives three sharp thrusts and a stuttering fourth before you feel him spilling within you– and oh how he sings for you. That edge to his voice quakes with every tight moan he can’t suppress and your name finds its way between each heavy breath. His arms pull tighter than ever around you as if letting go would make him fade into nothing.

But he doesn’t stop. He never stops– never stops grinding or managing the occasional shallow rut. The slide of his cock gets wetter with every bit of come that seeps out around it. You’re on cloud nine, dangerously close to falling over the edge yourself when the hand at your waist finally drops to finish you off.

“Let–” he gasps softly, “let go, now.”

The sound of him still stumbling over his breaths coupled with the perfect touch does you in immediately. It makes you arch and writhe against his unyielding grip as each wave of raw pleasure beats down on the shores of your mind and body. Wesker holds you through it, eyes focused on the rise and fall of your chest, the way you quiver and pulse around his cock clouds his mind with the same intense need that got you to this very moment.

He’s not done. Not even close. The feeling of your walls milking him drives him further into a madness he knows, deep down, he’s never going to escape.

And why would he ever want to?

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@jegulus-microfic | january 3, prompt: ruthless | word count: 1.422 featuring pornstars jegulus! NSFW

“They’re going off-script, why are they going off-script?” Barty grits out, confined to the sidelines since he’s part of the camera crew and not the main act, one hand firmly gripping the tripod’s handle as the other waves the booklet in front of Evan’s face.

Because Regulus is sprawled out on the bed on his back, his harness and strap-on discarded on the floor, purple rubber still glistening from where it had been seven inches deep inside James moments prior. His thighs are spread wide by the broad palms and pinned to the mattress as his set partner crawls between them, face still flush from exertion and hair in total disarray as a result of Regulus’ constant pulling and shoving.

The position is not a total mystery, no. Regulus had been in the industry for over a year now, a short span of time during which he had climbed the rank listings and breached the top ten, now striving after the top five together with James Potter, arrogantly self-proclaimed oral king by the looks of it, always needing something in his mouth to satisfy him or shut him up, take your pick. The entire set had been arranged by both their managers, going off on tangents about how they have impeccable chemistry on-screen (combined with Regulus’ superb acting abilities). It’s their second time shooting a video together, considering how their first had broken the record just three weeks ago, and neither Pandora nor Lily had wasted a second to get them together in a room again.

“What are you doing?” Regulus hisses as James’ mouth works a burning trail down his chest, tongue laving over the latticework of bruises and the lovebites blooming. He tries very hard not to lean into it, wards off the urge to chase after the hot cavern the ventures dangerously low.

“Going down on you,” James whispers into his stomach, quiet enough for the microphones not to pick up. Even if they did, it could be edited out afterward.

“I was supposed to go down on you, remember?” Regulus retorts, mentally convincing himself he’s only keeping his legs open for the camera. It’s not like he’s been wondering if James’ mouth is the real deal as many others have made it out to be. Not at all.

“I already came and you didn’t, so I’m just returning the favor before we move on,” James mumbles into his thighs, masking the speaking movements of his mouth by kissing the skin.

“You’re wasting your energy.” Then, the little light of Dorcas’ camera across them flickers, indicating it’s Regulus they’re focusing on. He makes a show of letting out a pleased sigh, craning his neck, and throwing back his head so his face can’t be recorded. It allows him to talk. “I don’t feel like cumming, so just let me do my job. Besides, I doubt you could get me off like this anyway.”

Blatant fucking lie. James undoubtedly notices because he stifles a snort into his leg.

“Sure thing, love.”

Regulus’ jaw ticks and he winds his fingers into James’ hair, reprimand ready on the tip of his tongue, dying off into a choked gasp when the flat of a thick, broad tongue runs a long stripe through his folds.

And the thing is, it’s not just his mouth. Because James’ hands wander, alternating between gripping his hips and roaming upwards to flick his nipples, taking them between his forefinger and thumb to stimulate—rub, pull, gently squeeze all the while his tongue dips in and out of him, gathering the wetness there, swallowing it, moaning at the taste, stopping and only letting the hotness of his breath ghost over Regulus’ dripping core. Building anticipation. Teasing. Lips slick and just as swollen as he is, spreading him open wider just so the camera can get a clear-cut image of how James leans in again, thumb pulling up the hood, mouth this time aimed at Regulus’ cock.

James’ tongue is ruthless.

Licking, sucking, humming around Regulus and sending the vibrations roiling through his spine, static shooting into his skull, paralyzing the rest of him. Using his nose for friction if it’s his tongue that’s too occupied fucking in and out of him, thumbs eagerly pressed into the divots of his hips.

“Jesus fucking Chr—” The words pathetically drop in pitch, bleeding into a low whine as Regulus’ hips buck, James’ mouth only following the undulations. He swirls his tongue, pulls him into his mouth, and sucks until the wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth no longer rise above the ringing flooding Regulus’ ears. He moans, fingers pulling onto the thick curls until it leaves James whining between his legs as well. “Oh, fuck.”

“Oh, fuck, indeed,” Barty whispers from to the side. “Holy shit, he’s making it look so real.”

“Am I about to tell you something,” Evan mutters, adjusting the sound settings.

Regulus arches off the bed, writhing in place against the steel hold on his hips, the balls of his feet digging painfully deep into James’ back when he feels the pressure building low in his stomach, pleasure pooling low below his spine.

“I’m not going to cum,” Regulus gasps out, not giving a fuck how loud it comes out. Between his clenched thighs, James chuckles, its rumbling reverberating through each and every one of his nerves as he pulls off his cock with a wet pop.

“Yes, you will,” James answers, kissing his cock before biting into his thigh. “Because I’m going to make you.”

The mouth leaving him punches a little, pitiful sound of protest out of Regulus, one he will most certainly deny and demand be edited out. Though, right now, he’s too strung out to care. Regulus’ eyes droop down, watching how James leaves the little space between his legs, strings of spit and wetness breaking off into the air as he crawls up onto his knees.

Everything moves rather swiftly afterward. The excited noise filling the room might have either been his or Barty’s, but none of it matters when James grabs Regulus by the back of his knees and pins them down, nearly folding him in half before he continues his mouth’s assault, urging the tightening knot low in his abdomen to unravel.

There’s the tongue inside of him, on him, in him, around him—circling, pulling, teasing, drawing out the most guttural of moans when he feels the graze of teeth. The entirety of Regulus swallowed by James’ mouth, consumed with the sort of deprivation only the taste of him can alleviate if the desperate sucking is anything to go by. Regulus’ legs shake, body twitching in place, fingers curled so tightly around handfuls of curls when he chokes out a weak, “I’m not—I’m not going to—”

James groans a muffled command, fingers digging deep into his thighs, the splay of stray strands across his stomach, muscles pulled taut, the fluorescent lightning above, that stupid fucking tongue, the sole bane of his existence—

Regulus cries out a soundless rasp, like his voice has left him together with his soul, entire body convulsing, head thrown back on the arrangement of pillows as his eyes roll back into their sockets.

Worst of all, James doesn’t stop, only grunts in response as Regulus gushes over his tongue, making a dangerous sound stuck low in his throat when the hand on his head tries to push him away.

“Stop,” Regulus squeaks out. Squeaks, because that’s how terribly low he’s fallen. The overstimulation is a lot, pleasure overwhelming like his brain is threatening to come oozing out of his ears, and next thing you know the video will be titled ‘James Potter managed to make exalted Regulus Black cry with his orgasm’.

“Please, please s’too much—” Regulus tries again, almost sobbing out a breath of relief when James does finally lift his head with a gasp, his entire fucking face slick from where it had been buried inside Regulus.

“Fucking hell,” Barty hisses in the back, vocalizing Regulus’ internal monologue. “Cut! Fucking, cut the cameras! Pause! Water! Bring this fucker some water before he passes out—”

A flurry of movement in the background, the noises fading into white noise as Regulus’ legs are lowered back onto the bed. James hovers above him, the spit-slick grin almost blinding, or that’s just the stars blinking in Regulus’ vision.

“You were saying?” James asks, teasingly touching Regulus’ puffy cock, laughing when it rewards him with a full-body shudder.

Regulus weakly wacks him in the chest. “Go fuck… Yourself.”

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Business as Usual

Based of this. Ceo!Kiyoomi x Reader

cw: fluff. smut. breeding. oral sex (f!receiving). reader is an aspiring actress. reader is a foreigner but it isn’t specified from where. ceo!kiyoomi’s most recent business venture is building and opening a museum. probably for tax reasons lmao. misogyny (not by kiyoomi). Kiyoomi’s implied to have issues with his father. men talking business 😫. joke talk of killing.

wc: 3.5k

Ahh, something sweet would be nice…

Kiyoomi’s already squeezing grooves into the back of your thighs before you can formally acknowledge him. “I have a case of chuppets in the freezer you can go at.”

Your gasp is muffled by the floor, half turned from where your bottom half is lazily propped up on the edge of the bed. “You do?”

“You like the strawberry kind, right?” You nod as his fingers creep toward the crotch of your panties. “They’re all yours.”

He can feel the area carpet vibrate from where your groan seeps in appreciatively. “You’re a god, Omi!”

The squeak you let out is pitched as he lands a hard smack on one of your cheeks.

“I gotta meet a couple of investors for lunch so I’m leaving one of my cards for you to order whatever you want from home.” Kiyoomi pulls you apart until your lips part from under your underwear, glistening for him like they should. “But I’ll be back before it gets too late.”

You sway your hips as he pulls your panties to the side, already rubbing tentative circles. “You’re still pretty wet from earlier,” And you can’t help but whine as he pushes two of his fingers inside. “How long do you think you can stay in this position?”

Your eyes nearly cross when he crooks his fingers. “Ah, as long as you need me to.”

His suit pants hiss against the bed sheets as he climbs in behind you, hands still firmly gripping onto your ass cheeks as he positions himself on the bed.

“I got twenty minutes before I need to be walking out the door.” Kiyoomi’s breath is hot against your bare cunt. “So, I’ll try to make this fast-“

The lewd squelching of his tongue parting you from the back would be enough to make you shiver if not for the way he laves you up. Scouring your hole with his hot tongue and groaning at the taste of you, pressing forward to dig himself deeper.

“F…Fffuck! Omi…!”

He’s insatiable as he digs you out with his tongue, lewd as he guides your hips up to tongue at your clit. The depravity at which he slurps you up is so unabashed that you’re already tensing up for an orgasm, and reaching back when he props you up with his hands; zeroing in on your clit to get you to cum in his mouth.

You must’ve already been too riled up from his treatment earlier this morning, it doesn’t take long till you’re nearly sobbing against the floor. Calling for him as he guides you into an orgasm.

“Fuck! I’m-… m’ cumming, Omi!” You pant. “m’cumming! m’cumming!”

The way he grunts into you has another shock wave zipping through the bend in your spine. “Mhm..”

You’re reaching back to push him away when the feeling starts to become overstimulating, but he’s already up on his knees again. Already pulled out of his pants and hungrily lining himself up with your clenching hole.

Kiyoomi doesn’t give you any time to prepare, he’s shoving himself in between breaths and making you choke on your tongue.

He hisses through his teeth. “Oh fuck.” He braces his hands on your sides and starts his pace. “….Oh my god. Fuck.”

Your fingers dig thin miscolorings into the carpet as his thrust knocks the wind out of your lungs. Whining out when he dumps most of his weight on your back and starts grinding in as deep as he’ll go.

He’s in your stomach. “Mhf… angel..” He presses his lips into your shoulder. “You feel so fucking good for me, baby.”

God, the sounds you’re making under him has his eyes rolling back in his head, let alone how you’ve already started milking him for all he’s worth. He could never get sick of this perfect little pussy. His perfect little pussy. So hot and tight and made just for him. He doesn’t even know how he’s gotten this far without it. Especially when he knows how to press all those perfect little buttons on the inside to make you squeal for him.

Kiyoomi supports himself on his arms again to tweak his angle, balls clenching when you start to whine out so prettily. “Kiiiiyomi!”

You reach back so suddenly to push against his button up that he has to pin your arms down to keep you from running away from it. “….s’okay baby you can take it.” He pounds in a few particularly forceful thrusts that turn your whines into hiccuping sobs. “Fuck. Look at you such a…. Good girl for me. Good fucking girl.”

He has to hold himself back from cumming too quickly when you start to clench up. “Omi! Omi! Omi!” You’re shrill. “s’good, Omi! ….m’cumming, Omi! ….I love you, Omi!”

“Oh fuck.. Fucking shiiit!”

You’re already milking him empty when you start to cum. Hiccuping at the way you clench around his hot seed as his thrusts deepen and he fucks you like he’s trying to get it to take. Even reaches into your panties to rub coaxing circles into your sensitive clit just to prolong your orgasm. Grinding himself in until he's certain he’s painted your insides with his spend, and even then he still keeps at it.

He’s still rocking into you when your sobs turn into overstimulated mewls, hot tears making puddles into the carpet.

Kiyoomi lazes a few hot kisses into your inner neck as he softly collides his head with yours. “Mh, I love you too, angel.” He breathes. “So much.”

“You mean it, Omi?” He’s the luckiest man alive.

He finally lets himself fall limp as he peppers a few chaste kisses over your ears. “More than anything.”

He’s never letting you go.

•••••••

There’s a less than usual air of ease around him when he greets Yukko and his associate Kanon.

So much so that the former of the pair lets out a relieved breath as he shakes hands with the young tycoon - and sees he doesn’t revile at the extended contact.

“Sakusa-san,” Yukko bows. “You look better than new.”

Sakusa bows back manneredly. “Appreciated, Yukko-san.”

—-

Sakusa folds his napkin over his lap as they wait for the drinks.

“We’re avid supporters of freedom of choice, the two of us.” Yukko fixes himself in his seat. “It’s a human right.”

Kanon nods. “And your speech on autonomy and liberation at the Kenshin’s banquet really stood out to us. It’s so reassuring to see you setting a standard for this newer generation and putting yourself out there as someone who stands with the people.” He presses. “Very few young men with your upbringing can say that they’re brave enough to do the same-“

“Educated enough, even.” Yukko finishes.

Sakusa pulls his seat closer to his chair. “You don’t have to praise me for something like that. It should be a given.” He hums cooly. As if the speech wasn’t written by his foreigner girlfriend the night before, beat into his head and recited in his ear even as he said it. Not that he doesn’t agree with the message though. “We’re the few people fortunate enough to have a voice when it comes to these things - we should exercise it whenever we get the chance.”

“You’re exactly right!” Yukko waves his finger at him. “There are so very few people like us - like you - who have a seat at the table. And so little of the seats go to someone who means any good with it.”

“Which is why we wanna invest in The International Institution of Innovation,” Kanon adds. “And why we would like to suggest an exhibit to accompany our investment,”

Sakusa nods as they continue. “Japan’s history as - a lot of the world’s history - is ballasted and rewritten with elitist biases in mind. So many little people who’ve done big things, cultural things, buried by mediocrity or the praises of people who lived their entire lives being praised. Worse, having the things they spent their entire lives dedicated to, miscredited to some rich guy who didn’t lift a finger.”

“Our people have worked with a few of the families of these people. There’s a-“ Yukko taps a few keys into his laptop before turning it in Sakusa’s direction. “A few small museums of our own we’ve built in Portugal, Brazil, we have one in an American city you’ve most likely heard of as Las Vegas.”

He reaches over to quietly slide through the pictures. And Kanon huffs a bit in disbelief. - Whoever said this guy was a pain to work with obviously must’ve bumped into the wrong guy. “They’ve garnered a lot of attention in the respective areas. A lot of what they call “Left wing movements” in the United States cite it a lot when referring to landmarks in the state.” Yukko says.

And landmarks they are. If this is what they call small then he must work in a shoebox?

“You haven’t considered opening one up in Japan until now?” Sakusa furrows.

“You know the climate in the world right now.” Kanon sighs. “With the rise of crime, certain political tensions,” There’s a familiar pattern of vibrations that ring off in his pocket, he reaches for it instinctively. “We didn't wanna risk building one in the current political climate and having it destroyed by opening.”

Sakusa raises an eyebrow. “So building an exhibit in my museum is more cost effective.” And he’s not afraid to look as unimpressed as he is. “You know, on the off chance that my museum gets destroyed in this current political climate.”

Well, it’s not like you wouldn’t be able to afford it. “Well, we’re more than willing to do our part on the expenses if something like that were to occur.” We’ll pay what we lose and dip. “And our investment excludes what we’ll pay to build the exhibition.”

“You’re paying to have your names on a plaque.”

Yukko chuckles somewhat. “In short terms, yes.”

Sakusa fishes his phone out of his pocket as their server approaches. “In long terms?”

Kanon slides him the check.

Yup. Sakusa grazes his thumb against that familiar strip of press. Those are some pretty long terms.

“Are we ready to order?”

Sakusa checks his messages as the two men speak before him.

Angel: i hope ur having a good lunch!! i got u a sooprise <3

Kiyoomi: It’s alright. I wish I was home with you more than anything.

Kiyoomi: A sooprise? Now I’m excited.

Angel: i wish you were here too :( i can’t wait till ur back so i can give you a kiss on the forehead

Angel: i hope u like it!! i know u haven’t had it in a while

Kiyoomi: I haven’t had it in a while? What’s something I haven’t had in a while?

Kiyoomi: Oh! Are we talking about the last time you sat on my face?

Angel: we are not, my love. but good guess

My love. He smiles.

“What about you, Sakusa-san?”

Sakusa glances at the server before looking off for a moment, answering curtly. “Okaki, please.”

He nods. “Alright! And anything else?”

“No, thank you.”

He leaves with a bow.

Sakusa inhales deeply as he sits his phone on the table. Picking up the check and holding it before glancing at the two sitting before him. “You two are very generous.”

Yukko raises an eyebrow. “Is there a ‘but’ coming?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I’d like to add your exhibit to my museum.”

The two men both let out a collective sigh of relief. Now that the richest twenty-six year old in all of Asia has agreed to have their names engraved next to his on a project like this. - Even if it did cost them an arm and a leg. You know, from the stories they’ve heard, they were expecting to leave with their tails between their legs after offering to impede on a project orchestrated by the most “Pragmatic Rich Kid in the country.” But he’s… surprisingly personable. Even without mention of the sheer intimidation he exudes.

He’s certainly nothing like his father.

“That’s amazing to hear, Sakusa-san. We’re honored.” Kanon sighs.

Yukko nods. “And trust, you will be involved in every part of the construction process. We want to be as transparent as possible when installing this exhibit.”

“Do you have any blueprints drawn up?”

Yukko hums excitedly as he pulls his laptop toward him again, tapping loudly as he searches for the file. “We do!”

Sakusa patiently waits as he fishes through his laptop, glancing at the server as he comes back with their food.

His phone buzzes across the table.

Angel: You better be eating more than Okaki!

He visibly blushes.

Kanon furrows at the expression of the young billionaire in front of him as his associate busies himself with his laptop, following his eyes toward his phone.

Disregarding the text from his girlfriend?! He gasps at the picture on his lock screen.

“Is that _____?” Kanon asks. “Oh god she’s so talented!”

Sakusa nods a little abashedly as he reaches for his phone. “Are you a fan?”

“My daughters love her. Oh well, my sons do too but not in the way my daughters do - If you know what I mean.” He laughs as Sakusa’s back straightens. He knows his sons, knows they’re about his age if not a little older. Knows he might have to have a talk with them one day too.

“We saw her just recently at the Blue Ribbon Awards. Can you believe she won?” Yeah, after watching you work yourself to the bone just to come back with so little to show for it. “I for sure thought Tomomi Minoru would’ve had it.”

I’m sure you haven't heard that a million times.

“But who wouldn’t take it a little easy on a woman like that?”

Or that.

It’s nearly painful how much Sakusa’s trying to keep himself from outwardly scowling. Especially when Kanon starts to open his mouth again, familiar hearts in eyes most men seem to adopt when they’re drooling over the woman he’s in love with. “I’ve gotta be what - twice her age maybe. But we’re all men here? The woman’s a doll. Talk about lucky work. Especially for a foreigner.”

Oh yep, he’s scowling. “I wonder what she looks like in person.” Yukko asks absently. “You think she’s as pretty as she is on T.V. or do you think it’s the make-up they usually cake on there…”

“She’s breathtaking.” Sakusa says flatly.

Kanon tilts his head as Yukko glances over. “You’re kidding? You’ve seen her in person?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I mean,” Yukko sits his laptop back on the table as he reaches for his drink, wincing as he sips. “Sakusa-san’s Sakusa-san. He’s most definitely got the funds.”

“Ohhh. Did you book her?” Kanon chuckles a little slimily. And the connotations of that are clear. So much so that Yukko rolls his eyes when he nudges him. “She’s just old enough for someone your age, right? Still young but not too young.”

Sakusa inhales.

“No. I don’t have to book her.” He admits tightly. “Since we sleep in the same bed.”

The two men freeze in place.

Kanon opens his mouth for a long silent moment until he’s pushing out his breath in little clips of his voice. “O-Oh… You two are-“ Sakusa nods. “Oh! Oh my god! I’m… I’m so sorry-“

“I hear it all the time.”

“Yeah but it’s still not good that I said it!” Kanon glances at a frantic Yukko.

“We didn’t mean to come off so disrespectfully!” Yukko flushes.

Sakusa shakes his head. “The blueprints.”

“W-What?”

“Show me the blueprints.” He gestures to the laptop.

Yukko clumsily turns it in his direction.

•••••

He’s barely through the door when you’ve already found your place in his arms. And he melts over you like butter, you let yourself be wholly suffocated by him.

You’re warm as you hum into his chest. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, angel.”

“How was lunch with your investors?”

Kiyoomi exhales as you stand on your toes to help him out of his suit jacket, conditioned draft in the air scented by that new conditioner he likes seep into his nose and turn his brain into mush. “It was… lunch with my investors.”

He bends himself nearly in half to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. “They wanna build an exhibit in my museum ‘cause they don’t wanna risk building their own and having some terrorist take it down.”

Your tone is so mirrored to his from earlier that it evokes a chuckle. “So they’ll risk yours?”

“Mhm.”

You mumble something sour into his shoulder. Lucky him he’s well versed enough in your native tongue to understand the phrase “Assholes.”

Kiyoomi kisses hot spots behind your ear. “They’re fans by the way.” He grimaces a little sourly into your neck. “Big fans.”

“Hm? I came up?”

He hums. “Kanon saw your picture on my lockscreen and proceeded to shove his foot in his mouth.” Kiyoomi breathes in a long whiff of you before blowing out temperedly. “Was under the impression that you did bookings.”

You chuff airly as you rub up and down the expanse of his arms consolingly. It doesn't really phase you to be slobbered over by men anymore, hasn’t really since your debut back as a fresh faced eighteen year old. But Omi’s still really new and unkind to the rubbernecking that includes being associated with a woman like you, let alone to love you.

“Bookings, huh?” You snicker as he nods his head silently. “I mean… to his credit I have put on a show for you once or twice.”

He scoffs before pressing one last firm kiss into the crook of your neck and standing up to his height again, pinching your cheek as he starts for the rest of the penthouse. “Yeah, but those are for my eyes only. - And they’ll stay that way.”

Kiyoomi sets his things on the marble of the lounge room table with a sigh. He’s been working nearly every day since the construction of his museum finally came into fruition and he couldn’t feel any less drained from it. Decent contractors have become harder and harder to find in this new age of impermanence and variability, and everybody who’s anybody seems to have their own two cents about his choice of structure or how they could be a part of it somehow. If he were a less honorable man - or a more unsavory man much like one he knows so particularly, he would’ve hired any three star contractor who could draw a decent circle, put all his focus into charming investors, and underpaid his workers just to save a few extra pennies. But he isn’t that. And a businessman like him prefers to be as close to the business as possible; wants to see his efforts turn out the way they’re supposed to.

He pouts a little to himself. But he also wants to spend time with his baby too.

“I’m gonna be beating them off with a stick for the rest of my life, aren’t I?” He exhales. “Is that the price I pay for loving a beautiful woman?”

You press a light kiss into his bicep as you glide for the direction of the kitchen. “Like you didn’t make the cover of Vanity Japan’s Handsome and Wealthy this spring.” You poke. “I’ll have to start burning incense before I visit you at work just so I don’t catch the evil eye from any of your female employees.”

He chuckles a little tiredly as he trails behind. “You’ll be fine in any case. Not like I didn’t start growing Aak the minute we made it official.”

“Very funny.”

“I know right-“ He sniffs.

His mouth immediately starts to water.

“Did you…?” Kiyoomi glances at the plates laid out on the kitchen counter. “Cook?”

You smile brightly. “Sooprise!”

Kiyoomi doesn’t know how to respond.

It smells… heavenly. Like freshly cut ingredients and even spices, pervading the air so warmly that his skin prickles before settling comfortably under his button up and he’s nearly inclined to openly salivate at just the smell of it.

You fish a spoon out of a pot near the stove, scooping the contents of it carefully into a bowl. “I know how long it’s been since you’ve had a home cooked meal and you’ve seemed so stressed lately.” You lean into him when you feel his chest press against your back, reaching up to caress his jaw as his arms fasten themselves tightly around your waist. “So I bought a few groceries instead of takeout and made something from home!”

You can’t help but grin when he starts to dig his nose into the crook of your neck again. “I hope you like the surprise.”

“If you ever leave me I’ll kill us both.”

You guffaw wholeheartedly.

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Reader getting shy while having public sex w Sirius- “cmon Bambi, show ‘em how pretty you look” ughhh 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

this post is 18+, minors dni.

It's not that you're trying to disobey Sirius's instructions. But keeping your neck on display is hard to do when all you want is to kiss your boyfriend, and he's down by your cunt.

"Head back, darling." He drags a finger up your slit, pushing gently against your clit as punishment, "Everyone wants to see you, don't hide away."

"'M not," You plead, tears of frustration lining your eyes, "I just- jus' want a kiss, Sirius, please."

"Oh, 's that right pet?" He croons, letting out a laugh that's a mixture of fondness and amusement to the small crowd of friends he's gathered, "We can manage that. Moony, the toy."

Remus reaches for a blue vibrator in a shoebox at his feet, and James looks like he'd rather be the one handing it over. But neither of them get to touch you, so it's fair.

"Let's put that right," Sirius trails the buzzing toy up your thigh, paying special attention to your clit that makes your legs tremble, "There."

He slips the vibrator into your slicked hole, and it slides into your cunt easily. He's gotten you plenty worked up, and the vibrations from the toy pulse through you in steady waves that have you whining where you're laid out on display.

"Now m'hands are free," Sirius makes his way to where your head is laying, but places a hand between your thighs when they threaten to squeeze shut, "Uh-uh, darling, keep 'em open."

"But-!"

"Open." Sirius reprimands, pinching at one of your stiff nipples. You buckle under his touch, biting back a whimper and nodding, fighting to keep your thighs spread.

"'Kay. Fingers first," Sirius instructs, holding out his two slick-coated fingers, still warm from your cunt, "Then a kiss."

You eagerly accept his thin digits onto your tongue, sucking and lapping at your own release as everyone gets a view of your lips pursed around Sirius's fingers. You hear 'fuck,' then, 'christ', but after that it's hard to focus because Sirius is pulling his fingers from your mouth and leaning down to meet you instead.

"Good," He hums, an inch from your face. He lets you kiss up at him first, your lips pressing desperately and sloppily to his mouth where he's grinning down at you. Only when you whimper does he reciprocate, his lips catching yours between them.

He kisses you nasty, his tongue laving over your own in search of the taste of your slick. He finds it and doubles down, practically sucking the taste off of your tongue.

James is nursing an awfully painful hard-on when you break from the kiss, and you can't deny that the thought of anyone's stiff dick inside of you sounds fantastic. But Sirius notices your gaze and redirects it with a finger to your chin, eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans down for another kiss, "Uh-uh, just me, darling. I'm all you need."

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thatonegenshinsimp · 1 year

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Homework (Modern AU fem!reader NSFW)

Characters: Xiao, Kazuha, Cyno, Heizou

Warnings: NSFW, riding (sex position), dom!reader, dacryphilia, creampie, fem!reader.

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NSFW, Minors DNI, by scrolling down past this point, you have decided to read the content below of your own accord!

Notes: I had a sudden thought to write this so hope you enjoy lol.

Summary: You were about to start on the last bit of homework you had for the day when your boyfriend got to your apartment. His face was flushed and he didn’t look you in the eye as he whispered his need for you. “I still have homework to finish.” You explained, causing him to nod as he sighed deeply. That was when you thought of an idea that both of you would enjoy.

Xiao

You closed the door to your room behind you and Xiao, watching as his eyes trailed down your body to the skirt you were wearing. You reached under and slid down your underwear, throwing them on the floor and inviting him to sit at your desk chair. “I need you to trust me, ok?” You coaxed, causing him to nod. You turned the chair around to where he was facing you and undid his pants, taking them off along with his underwear and then taking a seat on his lap, slowly sliding him into you. You unbuttoned your button up shirt and unhooked your bra as you slowly adjusted to him after a while of not doing this with him. You threw your bra on the floor as the cold air hit your breasts. Xiao looked to be in a haze as he looked at your chest and slowly took one of them into his mouth. “Careful, I’m not pulling off of you if you or I cum, so you better try to keep things clean this time.” You said, gently kissing his forehead and then looking back up at the homework assignment. You went slower than usual as his tongue laved over your nipple, his hips occasionally jolting upwards into yours. You rocked your hips against his every so often as you slowly worked through the problems, trying to focus as his sticky tip hit your cervix. You couldn’t help the quiet mewl you let out when he pinched and pulled at your buds, moving from one to the other every so often. The moment you finished the assignment, you put it away in your binder and let yourself loose, rolling your hips against his. He whined quietly as you clenched and squeezed around him. “Shh, shh, let me take over. You’ve been such a good boy for me, Xiao.” You cooed, feeling his tip leak more precum at your honeyed words. He hid his face in your chest and sighed deeply. “Aww, poor thing, you’ve been so pent up lately. Here, let me take care of you.” You soothed, feeling him nuzzle his face further into your chest. “Go on, I know you wanna let go now. Go ahead, Xiao.” You whispered in his ear, before hearing him moan loudly as he came, spilling hot ropes of his thick cum into your cunt. He painted your walls white as he panted and moaned into your chest. You sat there and took it, knowing he needed this. “That’s it, let it all out. Don’t hold back from me, I don’t mind.” You cooed, hearing him whimper from the intensity of it all. You let him ride out his high as you came, scratching his scalp as your own orgasm gushed around him. He kept his hips taut against yours, holding you still as tears beaded in his eyes. “Mmm~ thank you.” He groaned, falling back in the chair afterward with a heavy sigh. You two stayed there for a few minutes before Xiao slowly took off the rest of your clothes and his, picking you up with a shockingly small amount of effort and carrying you to the bathroom. After you treated him so well just now, you deserved the best aftercare, after all.

Kaedehara Kazuha

The moment you even looked at your boyfriend, you knew he needed you. “Why is it that every time you come over, I always have something that I need to get done?” You asked, inviting him inside with a wave of your hand. “Perhaps you could call it a whisper on the wind.” He replied, his red eyes staring up at you under heavy lids as he looked at you. “The wind also whispered to me that you would look lovely under me this evening.” He whispered, but you grabbed his shoulders as you spoke. “Not so fast, I still have to finish my homework, but you can still do as you please while I finish.” You offered. Startled slightly by your suggestion, his face turned red as he looked at you, his eyes wide. “Unless your silence is telling me you don’t want to.” You teased, but he immediately picked you up and carried you to your room.

Kazuha watched as you did your work, rolling his hips against yours every so often as you kept working slowly. “If you don’t stop, I’ll be here all night working on this assignment.” You mumbled, tugging on his hair lightly when he sank his teeth into your neck. You shuddered slightly before continuing to work, suddenly feeling the cold air hit your now bare chest. You looked down and saw Kazuha unbuttoning your shirt, pulling you closer as he buried his face in your chest. You couldn’t help but moan softly as his hips jolted upwards into yours. “Kazu, stay still.” You whispered, causing him to sigh. “Very well, if you insist.” He replied, waiting until you were finally done with the assignment to start moving. “Hnn~ r-right there, Kazu, please.” You pleaded, your arms snaking around his neck and your fingers tangling themselves in his hair. You were a mess already, and he hadn’t even been moving that long. His thrusts were long and deep, hitting the spots deep inside of you that made you whine and moan his name so sweetly as your velvety walls clenched and squeezed his shaft. You rocked against him as you babbled praises to him, already almost mindless on his cock. It all felt so good as he brought you closer to your release, watching as you shut your eyes tightly and hid your face in his hair when you came. “AHh~ Kazu- hnng~!” There were tears rolling down your face as you felt him thrust up into you one last time and pull your hips down to stay taut against his. “Shh, you did so- Ngh~ so good for me. Let me take care of you.” He whispered, pressing his lips against yours to muffle your moans. He stayed there for a few minutes and let you calm down, holding you close to him. Just as you came back down from your high, he started thrusting again, causing you to jolt against him. “Kazu, sensitive- mmn~!” You babbled, looking down at him with half lidded eyes. “Shh, shh, just one more, sweet thing. I promise I’ll take good care of you when we’re done.” He muttered, looking up at you with love and adoration as you nodded softly. “Ok.” You mumbled, resting your head on top of his and letting him continue.

Cyno

You were finally almost finished with your assignment when Cyno walked into your room, his red eyes staring you down as he spoke. “Why are you still up so late? It’s almost midnight.” He asked, looking at you as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. “Hehe, oops. I lost track of time, sorry.” You apologized. He walked over and took the pencil from your hand, causing you to reach behind your ear and pull another one out. “You’ve done it too many times now, I know to expect you to take my pencils when you want me to stop working.” You said, causing him to frown at you, before he leaned down right next to your ear. “Then does that mean you know to expect me to take your clothes off when I want you to ride me?” He whispered, causing your face to redden. “Cyno!” You exclaimed, your eyes wide. “Why do you do these things to me?” You grumbled, and he used the opportunity to take your other pencil. “Please, I need to finish.” You asked, causing him to gently grab your wrist as you reached for the pencils. “And so do I, although the context of our wishes are different.” He said. You pouted, before you had an idea. “How about we compromise then? I’ll ride you if you let me finish my assignment.” You offered, causing him to sigh deeply before he thought for a moment.

“Deal.”

That was how this started, with Cyno rolling his hips against yours and you struggling to keep writing as he fucked into you at a slow and languid pace, keeping you on the edge. Your shirt had been unbuttoned and your underwear were thrown on the floor as you felt him slide his palms up your back when he hit particularly deep. “Hnnf~ you sure are needy tonight.” You observed, eyes briefly meeting his as he took one of your breasts into his hand and squeezed it, causing you to whine softly as you rested your face in his white hair. “Says the one who’s practically about to cry from how slow I’m going.” He said. “So you admit that you’re going this slow to annoy me.” You teased. One sharp thrust from him kept you quiet as you bit back a quiet sob of pleasure at the feeling of him hitting your sweet spot. “Hahhn~ ok, ok, I- Mnh~ I’ll stop!” You moaned, before eventually turning your attention back to the paper. You answered the last question and lifted your hips before dropping back down on his lap, squeezing around him desperately as he groaned. You whined softly as you kept rolling your hips against his, stuttering against him when he grabbed your waist and started moving you up and down on him faster. “So good, so soft, all for me.” He grunted, watching as you grabbed his hair and tugged on it when you reached your release. Cyno hid his face in your chest as he came, his forehead pressed against your soft skin as he stuffed you full of his cum. He looked up at you after a moment and met your gaze as his own softened. “Thank you for this, I needed it.” He mumbled, pressing his lips against your neck. He slowly pulled away from your neck and looked up at you again, wrapping one arm around your waist and supporting you from underneath with the other. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist as he carried you to the shower, bouncing slightly as he walked. “Hnn~” you moaned softly in his ear, clenching around him again. “Calm down, I’m gonna pull out in a minute.” He soothed, slowly turning on the faucet for the bath as he spoke. “You can relax now, let me take care of you.” He whispered.

Heizou

You were working on your assignment in your room when your boyfriend walked in, a smile on his face as he joined you on your bed. “Hello there~” he said, laying his head in your lap as you kept working. As you did so, you gently put your hand in his hair, running your fingers through his maroon hair. “It’s been a long day, come cuddle with meee~” he whined, a pout on his lips as he spoke. You looked down and leaned toward him, pressing your lips against his and cupping his face in your hands. “Please?” He asked, causing you to shake your head. “I’m almost done with this assignment, and then I’ll take a break, I promise we can cuddle then.” You said, continuing to run your fingers through his hair as you returned your attention to your assignment. “Hmm, how about this?” He proposed, sitting up and getting behind you. “Hm?” You we’re about to ask what he was doing when he took your assignment and put it somewhere else on the bed. He then lifted your hips and raised your skirt, tugging your underwear down and throwing them on the floor. “Heizou, not now.” You swatted his hands away, but he pinned you down on your stomach as he spoke. “Come on, please? You can sit on me and do your work at the same time. It’s a win win situation.” He offered, spreading your legs slowly as he spoke. “Just say the word.” He whispered. “Fine, but you can’t move until I’m completely done with the assignment.” You said, causing him to pull you back up and start undoing his pants. You confusedly looked at him before letting him do as he pleased, watching as he got in front of you and pulled you onto his lap. He slowly slid in and made sure that you were ok, holding your hips as you whined and whimpered softly into his hair. He always made you feel full like this, and it only took a short while for him to make you feel like you were on cloud 9. You slowly adjusted to him, relaxing under his gentle touches and soft kisses as he unbuttoned your shirt and rested his head against your chest. “You’re so- Ngh~ so soft. Feels so tight and warm.” He praised, looking up to see that your eyes were already glazed over and half lidded with lust. “You feel good, pretty thing?” He asked, rubbing and massaging your hips as you nodded, before looking back at the assignment. “You still wanna work on the assignment?” He asked, causing you to nod softly before slowly taking a deep breath and reaching for it. You grabbed the paper and finished the questions, resolving in the back of your mind to check them tomorrow. “Please move.” You mewled, causing him to smirk against your shoulder. “As you wish.” He replied, grabbing your waist and bucking his hips up into yours. “Hnn~ Heizou- ahh~ feels s’good, mmm~” you were babbling at this point, rocking against him as tears of pleasure pearled in the corners of your eyes and caked your lashes. “Aww, poor thing, you crying because it feels good?” He asked, causing you to nod as you hiccuped on shallow breaths and let him take over. “Th-thank you- hAH~ thank you!” You squealed, already feeling the knot in your lower abdomen tighten as you got closer to your climax. “It’s ok, just let me take- hnng~ take care of you.” He soothed, feeling himself get closer to his release as well. Not two minutes later, your orgasm hit you full force, making you tremble against him as you felt him push his hips against yours as he came with you. You were about to pull off of him when Heizou wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, keeping you still. “Stay here, I wanna stay warm.” He demanded, keeping you still. You sighed, relaxing in his arms as you started getting sleepy. “Stay awake now, I still want another round after this.” He said, gently shaking you back awake. You whined softly, but stayed awake and complied with his wishes. You knew now that tonight was going to be a long night, indeed.

#xiao smut #xiao x reader smut #kazuha smut #kazuha x reader smut #cyno smut #cyno x reader smut #heizou smut #heizou x reader smut #xiao x fem!reader #kazuha x fem!reader #cyno x fem!reader #heizou x fem!reader

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thetypingpup · 6 months

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imagine san coming home after a hard day’s work to pup!you and pup!wooyoung, his puppies always meet him at the door to help San get comfortable and you can smell the stress waving off of him :( so to help him out you both pull his cock out and lick him up and down like a lollipop while he rubs you and wooyoungs head and scratches behind the ears 🥹 you and woo love the praises he gives (especially you) that you’re soaking wet, woo is such a great multitasker so he helps by pulling your panties to the side and gives you two fingers to ride on 🥹

you 🫵🏾 were sent to destroy me wtf anon 😤

please this is so fucking hot. just imagine how good wooyoung's fingers feel when you're rocking back and forth on them, feeling his digits effortlessly slip in and out of you. you can feel the puffs of air from his breathy whines against your lips, right around the turgid flesh of san's cock. your ears twitch at the sounds of wooyoung's whines and san's deep groans of pleasure, your tongue darting out to please him more. you start to get lost in the pleasure of wooyoung's thrusting fingers, those surges of pleasure just too enticing to ignore. you sit back on your heels, shamelessly rocking your hips against his hand, trying to drive his fingers even deeper. wooyoung smirks at your distracted state, taking the opportunity to wrap his lips around san's cock and gulp down the emerging precum for himself.

"mmm, good boy." san groans out his praise, reaching down to scratch between wooyoung's fluffy ears. wooyoung hums happily at this, suckling on the tip and letting his lips slide down lower. you hadn't even realized your eyes were closed until you opened them sharply, and you whine at the attention wooyoung is getting. you mouth at the rest of san's length, tongue laving over all his sensitive spots, pawing at his thigh, determined to get him to pay attention to you too. your motions falter when you feel a thumb press firmly against your clit and stroke the sensitive bud in smooth motions.

"aww, you seem a little distracted, puppy." san chuckles at your desperation, seeing how frantically you clamor for pleasure and attention. he knows just how overwhelmed you are, seeing how your tail wags wildly in excitement, hearing how you struggle to form sounds let alone words, watching as you bounce on wooyoung's fingers while your tongue fervently laps at san's cock. it's endearing, how lost you get in the eroticism of it all, and the desperate gleam in your eyes only turns them both on more.

"wooyoung, be a good boy and keep making her feel good." san nods to the other pup, who nods and starts thrusting his fingers even deeper, reaching that spot within you that has you howling in bliss. with a smirk, wooyoung wraps his lips around the head of san's cock, keeping an eye on your trembling form. san scratches behind your ears, and the added affection has you cumming around wooyoung's fingers in no time.

"good girl. that's a good girl." you hear through the haze of your orgasm, and even as you lose yourself to ecstasy, your ears strain to hear more of his praise,

#hybrid!au #ateez smut #ateez san smut #ateez wooyoung smut #ateez x reader #ateez x you #san x reader #san x you #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x you

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euphemiaamillais · 4 months

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roommate au where coryo sucking sej off for the first time while sej eats you out and you guys realize that coryo literally has no gag reflex

mdni | you and sej find out coryo has no gag reflex

you are perched on sejanus’ face, thighs clamping tightly around his head as his tongue darts out to lick up the slick pooling at your cunt. he’s been nagging you all day, desperate to eat you out, and you finally relented. you buck your hips ever so slightly, careful not to put too much weight on him, moaning as he laves at your folds.

coryo is sitting at the end of the bed, watching sej’s cock harden in his sweatpants. his mouth goes dry—he’s been wanting to suck sejanus off for the longest time, but hasn’t had the courage to ask, usually he’s too busy shoving his own cock down your throat, or fighting with sej as to who gets to fuck your ass.

but tonight, he can see the way sej thrusts his hips into the air, hands grasping firmly at your thighs as he eats you out. coryo crawls over to sej, and begins to palm at his clothed cock. sejanus moans against your cunt, the vibration sending shivers down your spine.

‘coryo,’ you begin, craning your neck to see him steadily tugging down sej’s sweatpants and boxers.

‘i wanna suck sej off,’ he whines, causing you to cock a brow in surprise.

you can feel sej nodding under you, though his mouth is too distracted by licking your wet folds, lapping up the sweetness of your juices. you arch your back slightly, heat rushing to your core.

‘do you—ah!’ you’re cut off as the tip of sejanus’ tongue swirls around your clit, sending delicious waves of pleasure through your body. ‘do you know how to suck dick, coryo?’

coryo shakes his head, blonde curls bouncing angelically. you giggle, and begin to guide him through the motions. sej’s girthy cock is hard and throbbing beneath coryo’s hand, and he lets out a groan against your pussy as coryo begins to palm him.

‘give the tip a lick first, to tease him—with the flat of your tongue, of course,’ you murmur, shifting so you are sitting to face him, leaning a little forward so sej’s face is buried in you from behind.

coryo brings his pink tongue down to lick the head of sejanus’ cock, which is dribbling ever so slightly with precum, and his pretty eyes flutter shut. he swipes up the precum in one gesture, and you find yourself flooded with more heat at the sight of him like this.

‘good, sej likes that,’ you feel him hum against your cunt again, mouth wrapping around your clit so he can suckle at the sensitive nub.

‘now, take just the tip in your mouth, and bob your head up and down. you don’t wanna go too far at first because you might gag,’ you instruct, and coryo obliges.

he takes the aching tip of sejanus’ cock between his lips, and you sigh as you watch his plump lips wrap around him. but as he brings his head down further, you’re surprised to see that he is managing to take sejanus quite deep in his throat. coryo bobs his head a little, and sejanus’ hips thrust into his mouth.

‘seems like you know what you’re doing, coryo,’ you giggle, clenching your thighs around sejanus.

you feel the pit of your stomach ignite with warmth as sejanus’ tongue continues to lap at you, while you also watch coryo move his tongue up and down sejanus’ veiny, thick shaft.

‘fuck sej, wish you could see this,’ you let out a breathy sigh as coryo takes sej deeper down his throat.

you wait to hear him gag, to see tears sliding down his cheeks, but he’s got sejanus all the way down his throat, cock stretching out his lips, his nose brushing against the thick thatch of dark hair on sejanus’ pubic bone.

you can’t believe it, he doesn’t have a fucking gag reflex. coryo moves his mouth back up to the tip of sejanus’ cock, swirling his tongue around the dripping slit, and then takes him all the way back down his throat again. your mouth hangs open in awe.

asshole.

you’d kill to be able to take either of them all the way without gagging and sputtering around their shafts, eyes filling with tears. sometimes they even poured down your cheeks as you tried to suck them off. but no, none of that was happening for coryo. his baby blues gazed at you with lecherous intent, a bemused smile flickering at the corners of his lips—well, you could sense it in spite of sejanus’ thick cock stretching them out.

sejanus whines underneath you, and feeling disgruntled, you clench your thighs around him more, trying to edge your way to your own pleasure. his hips are bucking pathetically into coryo’s throat as he tries to continue to eat you out, mouth latched at your sensitive clit, but it’s not good enough. you ride him a little, but coryo’s distracting him, he’s just that fucking good—and he’s never even sucked cock before.

you watch as coryo cups sej’s balls, moving his tongue over them ever so slightly before taking sejanus’ cock back down his throat. sejanus gives a muffled groan, and you watch coryo’s eyes stretch in surprise as he takes his first load. he doesn’t give up until sejanus is whimpering and begging for him to stop, and he pulls his mouth away, a shit-eating grin upon his wet lips.

you’ve lost your orgasm, sejanus’ tongue had faltered and ceased its ministrations because of the bastard. it was fucking cruel, and you were going to make coryo pay for it.

‘fuck you,’ you spit, climbing off of sejanus’ face and curling into a ball, arms wrapped around your knees.

coryo laughs, crawling to you and pressing a kiss to your lips. you can taste sejanus’ cum on his tongue as he slips it inside your mouth, but you aren’t in the mood to be placated or belittled, so you shove him away.

‘what, jealous that i suck cock so well?’ he goads.

‘you are so going to pay for this, coriolanus snow.’

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