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#you: laughing him: d*ck HARD

theloveinc · 1 year

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househusband deku who gets a little too excited when you playfully run away from him

HOUSEHUSBAND DEKU I'M GONNA DROOOL—

But awww, unlocking old memories from his days of being a hero🥺🥺🥺 like a kitty who sees a feather on a string and immediately wants to play. You don’t even have to be all that serious about it, swiping your hips away from him, but he’s ready to bat...

which usually means a chase around the house that ends up with you sweaty, bent over and panties down on whichever surface he gets you on first👀 like a big puppy in his attraction to you ... tho be careful what u wish for

#deku #wooooow why is this kinda making me think of like... toxic deku #like lazy retired hero deku who turns into such a narcissistic shlob #ewwwww why i am so turned on #sorry my sweet baby deku #anyway lol #you: just slightly dodges him ... deku: *pupils dilate the full way*#you: laughing him: d*ck HARD #caitie things #anon #thank u for the ask!!!#gen

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arminsumi · 6 months

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DRINK ME!

Quenching a vampire's thirst... in more ways than one!

Featuring : Sukuna, Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso + fem!reader

Warnings : 🔞 mdni/r : suggestive/smut/18+ content, horny vampires, blood, tying up (Sukuna's), biting (thighs, wrist, neck, hip), creampie / unprotected sex, oral (giving/receiving), face-f*cking, c*m drinking, "sl*t", double d*ck!Sukuna (and double penetration), there might be errors, +++

Note : ah this is a bit silly but idc i love vampires. they can suck me if i can suck them back if u know what i mean 😋🤤👍 enjoy!!

Sukuna

"Comfy?" he grins devilishly at you.

He's bound you to his throne... with your legs spread wide. You can't move an inch, only struggle against the restraining rope.

You made a deal with him; he can drink from you if he fucks you good afterwards as a reward.

He's relishing in your shudders, lightly tracing his sharp nails up your thighs just to elicit a small moan out of you.

His lips come closer, intense gaze burning into yours as he does so. You yelp and squeak when he drags his fangs over your thigh, scratching, inching closer to your panties and inhaling your aroused scent.

"What a nasty slut, getting wet from this." he mutters against your skin, scolding you with his eyes.

Then he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your inner thigh. He smirks as he drinks — and he drinks a bit too much, he gets a bit blood-drunk, so when he's done and coming up to level with your face, he crashes his blood-painted lips on yours and kisses you feverishly. It feels like his kiss knocks the wind out of you.

You feel the fingertip of his middle finger massaging into your pussy, searching up and down for your clit, finding it in no time and applying pressure while he breathes against you. It's buzzing, oversensitive, because he made you wait so long.

"P-please... c-c'mon don't tease... I've been good, r-right? I let you drink so much... please gimme your cock."

He just laughs, big hand trailing down his body to stroke his cock.

"Oh you've been a real good girl, alright. Don't worry. I'm gonna give you some good slut treatment. You better take everything I give you..."

It's hard to take everything he gives you, because by "everything" he meant both of his fat cocks in your tiny cunt and tinier ass... they fill you out so deliciously, pumping in and out of your holes until they get loosened up.

Your holes milk his cocks so perfectly, he's grunting and shooting his seed deep inside, squeezing your body.

"Take it, be a good fuckin' girl and take it... fuck." his composure slips for the small seconds of his orgasm, and his muscular thighs shudder 'n his meaty biceps twitch.

Satoru

"You taste so good..." he rasps. "Come on, let me have some more, yeah?"

He's already had a drink of you tonight — at the candlelit dinner that he forced you to attend; but he's greedy and wants more, not just a wine glass' worth of your blood.

"Greedy bastard..." you scoff, "If you want it, come get it."

You make him chase you down the corridors of his haunted mansion, enjoying the chase wholeheartedly. He pins you to the wall and wedges his knee between your thighs, his big lanky body casting a tall shadow over you as he sinks his fangs deep into your neck for the second time... it's his favorite spot to bite, not just because it gets you going, but because everyone will see his mark there (especially when you wear those low-cut gowns he buys you...)

He's giving you a feral sort of look. Your blood stains his lips. He's a sloppy eater; rivulets of blood drip down his chin and pool in his collarbones. You're a bit dizzy and weak from how much blood he sucked out of you, and he thinks it's cute.

"Thanks for the drink." he murmurs suggestively, "Now how about you suck me next?"

And oh, it's so funny to him how quickly you drop to your knees and willingly open your mouth. The bulge of his cock through his tight pants is mouth-watering.

You're so dizzy, he has to guide you up and down on his length; Satoru's a groaner and an eye-roller when your lips wrap around his cock. He's too long, always poking at the back of your throat and daring to stuff all those inches down it.

Your jaw aches as he fucks your face, but don't worry... he replenishes you as promised, with a mouthful of his creamy cum which you happily swallow.

Suguru

He speaks in a soft yet sinister voice.

"Just a little sip? I promise it doesn't hurt as much as you think."

He certainly wasn't intending to take just one sip. You knew that, yet still you willingly exposed your neck to him.

"Oh, no no, not your neck, pretty thing... give me your wrist."

Why does he want to drink from your wrist? Because to him, it feels more erotic than the neck.

He lays you on an alter, kissing and lapping his tongue at your inner wrist before biting into the sensitive flesh. He's sensual, he languidly sucks and gulps down your blood.

His kimono is loosely tied enough so that you can see that attractive strip of his defined torso.

He laughs while licking a stripe up your forearm, collecting the blood dripping down it. You're trying to thumb the kimono off his shoulders, your whole body hot and needy.

"Suguru... please... y-you got me all worked up, do something about it..."

"Aw, you want me to lay you here? Well I can't say no to those eyes. Let me relieve you... it's only fair, you gave me your body. So I'll give you mine. Spread your legs."

Nanami

He's more of a gentleman than a blood-sucking fiend. He's stoic. A neat eater. He'd never want to stain your clothes with blood, especially not this expensive outfit he bought you...

"Darling, are you really sure? It's going to hurt a lot for you."

When you give him consent once again, he hooks a finger onto his tie and pulls it down to loosen it.

He kisses the place he wants to bite, and pierces your skin with his fangs carefully. The second he tastes your blood, he loses composure, and holds your body tightly against his like you're a meal he's about to devour.

Nanami's so sweet. After a drink from you, he spoils you in between his luxury bedsheets, with his fat warm cock of course! He grunts 'n pounds harder each time you say "right there!", never missing a sweet spot because he knows your body so well by now.

Choso

He's brutally shy, just a college classmate that eyes you out down the corridors and walks very quickly past you while hanging his head in shame. And truly, Choso is so ashamed of his vampirism, so when you find out he's mortified and you have to chase him because he runs and hides his face in his scarf.

But after you give him reassurance, he feels less freakish. He stutters when you offer him a drink of your blood.

And when he drinks from you? He kneels for you, sinks his fangs into the plush of your hips... those hips that he swears hypnotize him.

He whimpers when he gets a taste of your blood, and feels himself getting hard just thinking about sinking his tongue inside your tiny cunt.

He wipes your blood off on the back of his hand and looks at you, cute fangs hooking over his quivering bottom lip.

"Th-thank you... for that... hey, do you mind if I kiss here?" he asks so shyly.

"Mhm, sure~" you smile down at him and it makes his tummy flip.

So he kisses 'n noses between your thighs, whimpering right onto your warm pussy. In no time you're pushing your panties aside an letting him swipe his tongue up and down your slit. Oh he's so lucky :( he gets to eat you out after drinking you up.

"So good... you taste so fucking gooddd..." he's choking on your juices, pleasuring your pussy like an amateur virgin because he is an amateur virgin, but that just makes it better.

"Cum on my face, please please please mmmf!" he begs, tongue stuffing inside your tight hole and wriggling around.

When you cum on his face, he cums hands-free in his pants and makes a big stain :(

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satoruhour · 6 months

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HIHII hope you are doing well!!!

I have a request but if you're not comfortable writing it's completely fine too!!

Anyways~ can you write something with University professor geto x top student reader??? They have a lot of sexual tension and geto continuously targets the reader in his lectures only for her to storm into his office after a test in which he didn't give her the marks she deserved just so he could piss her off and eventually leading them to blow off some steam together hehe-

HEJSJSH ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT REST OF THE DAY💗💗

-🍒

I GOT THAT DUMB D*CK !

a/n: hi cherry 2! saying 2 because i already have another cherry anon, thank u for waiting for this btw sorry this took so long omggg!!! i wanna make it similar to the short blurb i did here, but ill leave out reader being a camgirl! a lot of lore talk, just a warning

wc: 8k (sigh ....)

warnings: so much lore lol sorry, no beta we die like men, age gap (32 / 24), professor!geto, fem!reader, geto is also a cam worker, masturbation (both f and m), toy use during f! masturbation (vibrator), fantasising, pet names, praise, degradation, use of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, oral (m receiving, f receives briefly at the end), dumbification (ig?) face-fucking, deep-throating, spitting in mouth, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, cum eating, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

no one could really pinpoint the reason why professor geto had picked on you, called you out so much, and why you entertained the incessant questions. it was unbecoming of a prof., he knew, it was never smart to favour one person (negatively, in this case) in a room of bright students who could read between the lines. but he just feels himself so drawn to your furrowed eyebrows and words laced with venom, because at the end of the day, he can see that you aren’t all talk.

you challenge his views and you do it in a way that catches him off-guard. you propose insane arguments that you willingly would die at the grave just to find evidence for; or it could just be because he was staring too much at the way your mouth moved and your eyes expressed everything to pay attention to your words, finding that you were just too beautiful to be chasing a linguistics degree.

this was another thing: geto suguru could possibly have anyone he wanted. he was fine. shoulders pulled back in proper posture, hair either tied up fully or just halfway, and always, always wearing shirts with sleeves that reach his wrist. to that, everyone could see just how bulked the man was, top looking too tight all the time.

geto knew he was fine, too, because on top of (and before) being a professor, he found that he could get a good amount of money by just streaming — camera propped below his neck and obviously tight button-up shirt discarded to reveal his tattooed body, while he has his legs spread and the thirsty, horny comments flooding in on the platform. it’s been a norm by now, started from his uni days where he needed some extra money to support his fees and living necessities.

one year turned into two, two years turned into stagnancy during his third and fourth years (save for a few occasional streams), and up came a little funny graduation stream suggested by his best friend. geto had spent a good half ’n hour talking about his time in university and thanking his viewers, changing up the setting almost immediately by showing hard he was.

[uzum4kisl0ver]: YEAAAH we’re getting to the good stuff, thank u for feeding us so well these few years uzumaki-san!!

[minstash96]: Congrats on graduating Uzumaki-san!! I rmb joining during your third year and found out from everyone u were getting busier </3 but Im glad youre back again!!!

[g_bigdick_s]: fellas is it gay to support your best friend’s graduation jerking off stream

the flood of “yes”’s replying to gojo made the streamer laugh, thankful that his best friend had listened a little and at least changed gojobigdicksatoru to just his “G.S.” initials to avoid people finding his LinkedIn. from there, geto had gotten into the true nature of his stream easily, fishing out his cock to stroke and loving the sounds of tips coming in, the name of his alias Uzumaki continually commented. since then, it’s become a side hustle — finishing his masters, training to become a professor, it’s all natural to him, taking even further steps to make sure he isn’t found out.

exactly, he could have anyone he wanted — a fan from his streaming account, or one of satoru’s regular fwb’s but instead he finds himself drawn to someone else, you, the second year student in his bilingualism and multilingualism module that he has no trouble teaching despite his freshly employed status.

at the start of the week, the gods decided thought it would be funny to delay the campus bus that would take you to the english department for a consultation session with your professor. you couldn’t focus in lectures due to bad cramps, you were behind on your non-major related courses, the bad luck just seemed to seep into one day after another. you had woken up late, putting on a terrible outfit that no one really cared about, except your professor who just had a smirk on his face.

“if you notice, runes were created as they were spoken — spelt as they are said which almost look like ‘pictographs’,” prof. geto switches to the next slide with the runes and their meanings alongside a jumble of symbols that send the whole class into hysterics, “can anyone sound out the phonetics of these runes to me? hint: even though i said they look like pictographs, the first rune is definitely not an E.”

he was known for asking questions during lectures, pleased with anyone that would even try because he knew how quiet lecture theatres could get. he was exactly like that in university, too, letting satoru take all the attention due to the many unknown people in the same room. now, he found that asking the questions was a little entertaining, seeing the way students look back down at their laptops and avoid eye contact. but he doesn’t need to do anything and his body is already turnt towards you. he’s not even pointing physically, which he thinks he’s done a good job of restraining himself.

ᛊᛃᚨᚾᛖᛚ

“the words and names should be as they sound — so ‘s’ or ᛊ should translate into a ‘c’ since they didn’t have a C back then and it’s the closest sound to C. ᛃ can’t be ‘h’ because of the usage of H in hagl . . its pronunciation is different and plus, we’ll spell it how we say it, so maybe it’s ‘j’?” you mutter to yourself, an urge to answer the quickest, always. you aren’t sure where this streak came from, but you’ve been smart always, “sja . . it either can be chanel or channel since there’s a rule you can’t use the same rune twice in succession . .”

professor geto already knows you’d be the first to answer, raising your hand even without looking since you were still calculating the other four letters which you put together fairly quickly.

you take the safest route, “chanel, with one N.”

geto clicks his tongue and sucks in a breathe, “so close, miss (y/n), but it’s because i cheated a little on my part.” you can feel your blood boil and the grimaces of other students when he switches to the next slide and there’s a little grin on his face. it says — ‘there is no distinction between capital and small runes, nor can you use the same rune twice continually.’

“you are right, partially, but i did want to drive home the point,” which he’s sure you already know. “that words with two N’s or L’s or whatever, would only show up in the runic language as only one character.” your face morphs into something of annoyance and the grin on professor geto’s face only widens — that defiant, headstrong nature is something he loved, but the grin drops a little when he imagines something . . out of the classroom. his pants tighten.

you mirror him, clicking your tongue and reluctantly taking down the note in your documents before sinking into your chair — not even chō, you friend, could find the proper words to comfort you. you spend the rest of the lecture, sulking, unwillingly answering his incessant questions with a scowl on your face and a headache forming.

this never stops—

“miss (y/n)?” one-on-one meetings were the bane of your existence, but it was the only way to connect with your professors properly — here, geto calls you to talk about your latest essay where you were the last on the roster. by then, everyone has filed out with nobara waiting for you just outside the classroom.

“don’t have to call my name, i’m the only one here.” you mutter under your breath, and geto feels a little annoying today.

“what was that?”

“nothing—”

he hums, scooting his chair closer once you sit, and while you find the gesture a little weird, you’re overcome with just how good he smells and it only fuels your hatred more. it’s no fair that he’s so . .

“miss (y/n).” you sigh with an apology, frankly not ready to hear how he’d be attacking your essay. it was written on a rushed timeline, you didn’t cite your sources properly, you knew some criticism was warranted as much as you didn’t like to hear it from your professor’s mouth.

“. . you do know you can’t just rely on your brain, right?” geto speaks softly and you feel your heart flutter at his tone. he points to the places where you forget your in-text citations.

“but professor, information about syntax and phonetics just comes like second nature . .” you mumble, ignoring how he closes his eyes and hisses, “and all the sources on the internet say different things.”

“then just find a reliable one.”

you tsk, taking the paper from him and flipping to the next page, “well, i did one here.” the paper makes a sound when you press your finger into it, aware of how close you are. from here you can feel the heat radiating off his body, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

“too long ago, needs to be within five years.” geto’s lying through his teeth.

“no, it does not!” you pull back and look at him incredulously. ah, the feeling’s gone, “not in language related papers, at least!”

“but that claim was from the 2000’s, miss (y/n), for all we know it could’ve been resolved by then.”

“then why didn’t you say anything about chō’s scholar article from the 1990’s?” you’re standing up, now, furrowed eyebrows depicting the very thing you feel: confusion, agitation at being treated like this. given you weren’t in the best condition when you wrote this essay, but you still gave it your all.

“her argument was about the interconnectedness between the romance languages — yours,” he punctuates while leaning back in his chair. you don’t like how your eyes flit down to his lap, but you’re forced to look up when he stands up too, “is about the use of ciphers in comparison to an immature language developed on the internet that created in the 2019s. any scholar claim before that would be void.”

your blood boils just like that day. alas, he had a good point, but like always, the gentle slit of his eyes and the all-knowing smile didn’t match the bullying he was laying on you and you despise it.

even! even, as you notice how there’s probably less than a inch between your faces as you puff out your chest to look more intimidating and yet geto suguru towers over you. and even when your heart beats loudly in your ears, feeling his hot breath fan over your own face while you don’t miss how he licks his lips and glances down to yours not-so-secretly.

you swallow at the silence, until there’s the annoying notification of his Outlook cutting the tension and soon you’re snatching the essay from him, walking to where your bag is. although you want to let your anger overflow, all you say is a tame, “noted. thanks, prof” with a glare, eye twitching.

you made sure to slam the classroom door with shaky hands . .

. . but you’re not very good at capping your rage. “i swear to god! he better fucking check his mirror and admire himself because soon i’m going to beat him up so bad that everyone can’t recognise him.” geto’s lips turn up in a small smirk at your flared expression he just witnessed — he just loves your dirty mouth and he finds himself thinking of it more and more often.

chō only can tut, “so you find him attractive?”

“what? how the hell did you infer that from my rant?” you scoff, shoving her to the side, not aware that your whispered outburst is heard as he’s packing up. he simply enjoys looking at you walk away through the glass slit of the door, hips swaying unknowingly.

“bad news, guys,” geto, or rather Uzumaki, sighs on screen, adjusting so the lens of the camera rested just below his collarbones. easily, his chat fills up with a mixture of horny comments and genuine questions, chuckling to himself as he unbuttons his shirt. he feels more like a sinner at this point, suddenly flustered with the confession he’s about to make.

“i think i’ve taken quite a liking to someone,” geto hums, hands going to his trousers to palm his bulge. he had to get home immediately after that, cancelling his meetings for the day. with a single text to gojo, the white-haired man was excited to hear everything about this new person, thankful that his best friend will finally not be alone.

[g_bigdick_s]: TELL US! TELL US!!!! TELL US!

but professor geto is lost instantly, imagining you as he massages his erection. thinking about your anger transforming into pleasure, into obedience for him as he forces your mouth down on his cock. oh . . how’d your mouth and hands feel, how’d your pussy feel.

geto groans, already removing his dick from the constraints, and pumping it to full length. he doesn’t even talk much, only the endless comments and tips reminding him he was still on live. spitting on his hand, he wraps his hand around himself again, thumbing the tip and hoping it’d be your tongue swirling around it.

what would you look like on your knees, taking each inch of his cock down your throat? would he be able to wipe the defiance off your face? would he be able to fuck his smart student, dumb?

“you need a good destress, woman,” chō suggests over the phone, voice a bit uneven due to it being stuck in between her shoulder and ear, “go on camstar or something, i’m sure you’ll find something hot there.”

“chō, i am not going on a porn streaming website! i’ll very much settle for my smut fics, thank you.”

“boo, don’t you get bored? i get that normal adult industry videos are super inaccurate but . . when was the last time you’ve watched an unfiltered, unedited jerk off vid? that’s the hottest.”

you scoff, “yeah, like you would know, miss complain-whenever-you-get-dick-pics.”

“that’s because it’s unsolicited! plus all the men who send me pics have ugly dicks. if anything i’m more open to get unsolicited pussy pics rather than consensual dick pics at this point.” your friend nonchalantly says, spreading her fingers to look at her manicured nails, “but anyway, prof geto is on your ass too much lately. maybe he wants to get in your pants?”

you don’t recoil at the suggestion as much as you expect to and you’re puzzled at that — “please never say that again.” just as you’re saying this, you’re typing in camstar.org even though you told yourself not to but deep down, you know that you’ve been craving more than just twitter links and porn with plot stories. on the front page, you’re seeing a video thumbnail of a guy with a fairly big . . feature, countless tattoos lining his body while you can catch a faint glimpse of his long hair in the dark room — it’s the only one that draws you in, other streams merging into a blur.

chō’s voice fades off when you notice just how popular the stream is, cursor hovering over the title (“just a ramblefap, need to release some tension”) almost tempting you to click.

“okay, will get back to you,” succumbing to your needs, you shamelessly grab your vibrator just as she cheers into the phone. you can hear that’s my girl! on the other side as you stifle a smile, bidding a goodbye before you settle into bed. from there, you do what you always do: relax for a few, slow your breathing, get yourself wet a little—

click.

The stream you have attempted to view has ended a minute ago. We apologise for the inconvenience caused. View more livestreams below:

you shove the vibrator under your pillow and bury your head into it, screaming.

“i mentioned in yesterday’s lecture that Latin evolved from the dialects of the Italic peoples of ancient Italy, or Latium, a region in central western Italy. over time, Latin absorbed elements from other languages, such as Etruscan and Greek, and it became the main language of the western Mediterranean.” professor geto rambled on in classic geto fashion — it was his passion that made him so easy to listen to, as with the many enamoured girls with googly eyes and the guys who wish they could carry themselves the way geto did.

you’d say the same thing: his love for his subject of study made him attractive — charming even — as much as you didn’t want to admit to your friend, but you’d be more open with your attraction like everyone is if he wasn’t—

[9:52am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] so fucking annoying and cocky and picking on me all the time!!!!!! im soooo sick of him im so serious omfg ....

but today, he’s looking less at you and more at other students, or even marvelling at the terrible paint job of the classroom as he goes from slide to slide. he talks about the derivation in which French separates from Latin, borrowing similar spellings and meanings from the old language while separating the way they are spoken.

“French is the most divergent of the romance languages because of strong Gallic and Frankish influences. The Celtic Gauls spoke a language similar to Old Dutch but adopted Latin as the Romans invaded Gaul.” you don’t even have to look at him to get him thinking of lewd things, spiralling into his fantasies ever since last night. geto is a little fatigued, too, having lost sleep over his fucking student which he just can’t help bothering. excitement at having you in class before is now turning into dread with every week that passes, and this week is just one instance.

“uh— i-i know you guys aren’t well-versed in either, but with your knowledge of both languages,” geto pulls at his tie. he feels hot, “discuss with your tutorial groups, the differences between the two and list down examples. just come up with one difference, but preferably name a few instances.”

[10:01am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] wish u were here im so bored 😭😭 profs acting so weird today tho

[10:01am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] is he looking hot and bothered, nervous ??? like he wants to cry? im tellin you he wants you fr

of course she’d come out of her sickness-induced sleep just to bother you about him having the hots for you.

[10:02am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] you’re so ... i swear pls shut up he may want me but i do NOT want him

[10:03am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] not even while you were just ranting about how his side profile looked a little too good in lecture yesterday?? anyway i hope you’ll be able to get that nut tn 🙏🏼 that guy on camstar sounded hot asf

[10:04am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] ikr i cant believe i got cockblocked by a fuckin livestream ending 💀 thank you fr i need it atp

“any progress here?” he comes out behind you and you slam the phone so hard you give the both of you a scare while your other friends exchange giggles with each other. what you don’t know, is how his arm is positioned upon the back of your chair and his whole body hovers just beside yours. you’re threatened to look, but you know if you do, you’d be falling deeper into the pit that you promised yourself not to fall into.

“yup, we’re just discussing things about how in terms of grammar, French has conjugation but almost no declension. but— uh, it rather uses word order to express some of the intricacies that Latin expresses through word endings.”

you can see geto nod from your peripheral, “good. good answer, any examples to show me?”

your friends nod towards you since you’re usually the one with all the information about different languages. they aren’t foreign to the way geto keeps calling on you to answer him, too, so you shouldn’t have any problem with this, right?

wrong. you’re stuttering through your answer, turning your head finally and being met with the sight of prof geto looking down on you like a deer caught in headlights. you think that being in lecture theatres, sitting near to the back and your hatred in general has desensitised you to the beauty of your professor, because being under him like this makes your core pulse uncomfortably and your voice shaky.

“. . hm? what was that?”

“i was uhm— saying how— uh,” the way geto nods at you makes you more nervous, painting you as someone who someone who had all bark and no bite, but the other knows very well that you had a nasty bite. you’re smart and witty, pretty, hot as fuck, and if anything, it’s taking everything in geto not to bend you over and show you your place in this very classroom in front of everyone, too.

“little lady got nothin’ for me today?” geto purses his lips and lets his teasing side take over, an easy-going smile taking over his features that you just want to kiss and slap off at the same time. wait.

“i didn’t get enough sleep because i was too busy trying to rewrite the damn essay you said i had outdated and missing sources for,” you speak through gritted teeth, feeling a mixture of arousal and pure rage for the man hovering over you.

geto juts his lip out in a pout, face getting dangerously close to yours and challenging you. he just hopes your two friends won’t say anything, “well, darling, if you picked an easier topic to argue about, you wouldn’t be doing that, would you?”

“well, sorry i’m always trying to outdo myself. are you, professor geto? what with your boring suits and black and white slide designs?”

you click your tongue and turn back to your phone to pull up your chat with chō while geto takes a deep breath, desperately hoping the hard-on wouldn’t show through his slacks. your other two friends only giggle even more at the exchange, because for the rest of the class, professor geto is on edge, unable to teach coherently.

[11:17pm, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] YOU DID WHAAAAATTTTT...???? GIRL YOU SAID THAT???!!!!!!

[11:18pm, (y/n) -> chō 💟] bro what if i get expelled.. i shouldnt have but he was pissing me off so much... i did put an apology in the end tho

by then, you’ve already submitted your rewritten essay, putting in a short note at the end for your behaviour in class. although you don’t take it back, you’re still trying to play it safe especially with how much you paid to get into university. you scroll along camstar, bored out of your mind and hoping to find something as compelling as the inked guy from last week, but nothing really draws you in. until you’re refreshing the page, and just like the previous time, the popularity of that same bulking guy seems to push his video to the top.

and finally, before you’re clicking into the video, you check out his profile: in his early thirties, started this account when he was 24 and in university. you smack your lips at that — he’s been doing this for almost ten years? that’s dedication. in curiosity, you scroll down his account, seeing the progression of which this guy built up his figure and tattoos that litter his body. he’s kept the same format, camera showing his body chest down until you’re lazy to scroll more, a little disappointed in not being able to find any indication of his face.

you think that maybe you saw a glimpse of that wrist tattoo that matched the tattoo on your professor’s wrist, but you could just be imagining things.

“alright guys . .” the man on the screen huffs, clothes already discarded to get straight to the point, and you’re recording a small snippet of the same guy you told chō about. “had a rough day today.”

the onslaught of comments going i can make u feel better!!! Take ur anger out on me Uzumaki-san makes you sputter and laugh, sending that video first before you’re taking another. your attention is stolen for a moment, seeing chō react with emojis to your video message (“let’s see what emails i got today, huh?”), but the structure of sentences that the man speaks soon brings you out of jollity and into shock.

“how cute, an essay sent straight to my email.” geto wants to do anything but look at emails right now, but ever since he’s gotten your rewritten assignment, it’s all he’s wanted to check out if it wasn’t for the many meetings and errands he had to run today. “yadda yadda . . oh?”

“i’m sorry for today’s lesson,” purposely pausing to leave out his name, geto continues on, “i shouldn’t have reacted in that way no matter the situation.” a smirk forms on his face while your body fills with dread. in your panic, you pull up your own document whilst catching all of this on camera, tracking each word as the man on camstar.org continues to say out your apology word by word.

and then bit by bit, you’re making out how the man behind the camera might, just might be your linguistics professor. the broad shoulders, the jawline, the long hair, the manspread . .

but even with your heightened combination of excitement and revelation, you don’t click away, blindly sending the video to your friend and then shamefully digging under your pillow to grab your vibrator.

“teaching people is so difficult sometimes, guys,” he grunts, pulling down his underwear and revealing his already hard cock. he lets out a shaky sigh as he wraps a hand around his shaft, “you usually get the people who won’t do any work, the ones who are absent half the time — usually they go hand in hand.”

professor geto laughs and you twitch at the lovely sound. “but . . there’s this one girl . . in my classes— f-fuck.”

you’re entranced, watching your professor masturbate in front of thousands of people who possibly didn’t know a thing about this man while you try to get your jaw off the floor, “who is entirely different from these categories.”

“she’s smart,” geto groans out and you watch transfixed as he starts to pump himself, hips grinding up into his palm, “she’s so smart that i’d want to get to know her one day and just talk about anything.”

“s-she’s so fucking attractive, too, you guys won’t even— oh goddd . .” you feel like you’re being watched, so you’re careful with how you’re putting your vibrator to your core and once you start it, the moan that leaves you lines up with geto’s deeper groans. it turns you on so damn much.

with his head tilted back, he’s long gone as he moves his hands faster and faster, the slick noises of his pre-cum and spit mixing in together — geto only wishes he could act on his desires once the course was over, but knows you’ll probably be mortified at the prospect. at least here, he can imagine that it’s your mouth or cunt doing all the work.

“s-shitttt . .” the professor sounds out, hissing when he thumbs his tip and even more pre comes spilling out and while you watch, you’re hypnotised by the beautiful moans in its perfect cadence and the thickness of his cock. by now his chest is heaving and he’s holding onto his bedsheets so tight you wish it was your thighs.

“i want to fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her head and get her dumb on my cock,” geto whines, hips fully bucking up now while you press your vibrator deeper into your clit. you’re left wondering how his mouth would feel, to shut him up by pressing him into your cunt until he can’t breathe, soak his stupid fucking suits, “want to hear her moan my name.”

you whimper at all the things professor geto swears he wants to do to you, grinding into your hand while he speeds up as well. he doesn’t speak, simply stroking himself as he thighs tense up and he squeezes his shaft with head full of visions of you in terribly lewd positions, making disgusting sounds, and all for him. it isn’t long before geto cums with a loud drawn out moan, shooting his cum onto his torso with a sigh before taking a sticky hand to his lips, licking it off — “i’d want to see my cum dripping out of her one day.”

that sends a chill down to your core, biting your pillow before you release softly all over your hand and vibrator; you spend the rest of the night watching professor geto’s other videos.

[12:32am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] oh. OH..........

“i should’ve just taken an off-day today, i do not want to get back our results.” chō rubs at her eyes and temples, wanting anything to do with the return of test marks, but unfortunately it was the week after midterms and it was inevitable, “don’t need to ask you though, you’re probably not worried at all.”

“trust me, i am,” you bite the inside of your cheek. it’s been at least . . two weeks after that whole debacle, and despite your intense vents with your friend and the continuous picking on by prof. geto, nothing out of the blue was happening. except, maybe, your growing physical need for your professor and your simultaneous, increasing hatred for him.

“it’s only midterms — you don’t need to worry too much since it doesn’t contain a high percentage. what you should be focusing on are your finals. we’ll work on your shortcomings and mistakes here so you guys will do the best when the time comes.”

and when professor geto comes around to hand you your test, all you do is glare up through your lids, taking it from him before feeling your whole world crumble.

“a B+?!” your mouth gapes open at the blatant 65/100 mark that glares back at you. you know that you would’ve gotten anything but a 65, willing yourself to study harder and harder just to rub it in his pretty little face that you weren’t falling behind in his class. at this point it’s got to be personal, so soon, you’re packing up your things angrily with the intent to storm his office after your other classes.

it’s late in the afternoon when you finally finish your other tutorials on a short fuse, him clearly getting ready to head home by the darkness of his office when you shove your way through the door.

professor geto is sat in a laid-back position, tie hung on the hooks installed in the office and a few buttons are unbuttoned, revealing the very familiar tattoos you’ve become acquainted with.

“to who do i owe the pleasure?”

“cut the crap, prof.,” you scowl, using your foot to slam the office door close. despite the late nights being buried in your sheets, you won’t let yourself be treated like this, “i deserved anything but a 65 on midterms.”

geto tilts his head, sitting up and gesturing out to you; you realise he wants to see your test paper.

“ah!” with a finger, he makes a show of finding for your obvious mistakes which was minimal — but the way he marks obnoxiously tells you everything you need to know, “here. your comprehension of the similarities between Latin and Ancient Greek was too surface level, you didn’t explain why—”

“i. did!” you press down into the paper like the first time, leaning over his table and reading out the exact answer you wrote just a few days ago, “here, since your blind ass wants to act like i wasn’t answering the question.” you push yourself into his desk more, eyes levelled with his. you dare him to say something smart.

“well, your explanation of the six cases in Latin left out the locative, the last one, and there were some problems in the conjugation that the test asked of you.”

“bullshit. show me, if you’re so confident.”

professor geto knows he’s hit a dead-end. he was telling lies, full of it, but he’s enjoying every second of the anger that translates into your features, of the growl in your voice. he leans back further the more you close in on him.

“nothing, right? so tell me, do you hate me that much?”

geto simply laughs, crossing his arms and reminiscing on the many nights he’s spent doing anything but.

“quite the opposite, sweetheart.” the name catches you off-guard for a moment, but your sour face returns soon enough.

“then what the fuck do you think you’re doing, picking endlessly on a student?”

your professor sits forward, prompting you to cower back. you think it’d be good to bring up whatever he’s got going on on camstar.org but you’ll wait to a good moment before you say anything about your trump card, until geto snaps you out of your stupor by towering over you. the sheer difference makes you swallow.

“because i like seeing you flared up and angry and mad.” professor geto surprises you with each second, the nonchalance in which he said it, the stupid, attractive smirk on his face. now’s the time.

you compose yourself, thinking of the best way to phrase this, “you know you’re not entirely safe, either, you know. i could report you with the frequency in which you’re picking on me.”

you point a finger to his chest, thinking you could get him to lay off immediately with this as much as you were hoping he wouldn’t. the attention was unwarranted but not entirely . . terrible, “that wouldn’t look so good on your record, right, Uzumaki-san?”

you relish in the surprise that seeps into geto’s pretty features but it’s a short-lived victory when he goes back into a relaxed state, expression neutral — “so you know.”

“know . . what?” your professor pulls away and walks around his desk, finally in close proximity to you like he’s always wished.

“how badly i want you.” he whispers, but doesn’t go past that, rather letting you figure everything out for yourself.

“‘. . fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her head’, right?” you mumble softly, not admitting to even chō that you had watched that livestream over and over enough to memorise the few sentences. geto wraps an arm around your waist to tug you closer, faces so close that you could just shut him up.

“go on.”

“you want me to go dumb on your cock,” professor geto mutters a correct which undeniably sends a thrill to your core.

“you want to hear me to moan your name.” “—want to hear her moan my name.”

a small smile spreads across his face (even if you left out the most important thing) as he finishes his own sentence with you, eyes clouded over with lust and your scent and he’s positive he can smell your soaked panties from here if he tries hard enough.

“that’s right.”

“sooo . .” by god, you fucking hated the man, but seeing someone stroke their cock to just the thought of you — how could you pass off such a good opportunity? “do you prefer professor geto, or suguru?”

geto groans at his first name usage, setting you on his desk and presses himself into you at the sound of papers flying to the floor, stationary falling to the ground. he can only hope no one walks in. he’s fully hard, loving how your legs naturally spread for him.

“whatever you want, baby.” and after, it’s all history with the way geto crashes his lips into yours, letting you pull at his jacket and shirt, practically ripping open the buttons to see his tattoos that you’re begging to see. slowly, he lets you trace them while he kisses down your neck, roughly pulling your sweater off of you. you have the cutest tits, packaged nicely in your bra which he has no trouble taking off. there’s a small sound that escapes his mouth when he unclasps your bra and your breasts come falling out.

“didn’t tell me you had such a nice pair . .” you giggle.

“yeah, like i would straight up tell my professor that.” with a hand, your hand follows the ink of his dragon that wraps around his body and torso, right down to his happy trail, “but i mean, you get the honour of seeing it now.”

with a squeeze to his bulge, you whisper, “maybe i’ll let you fuck them next time.”

geto lets out a little moan, “fucking minx,” before he latches his mouth onto your nipple, kneading the other greedily. a soft moan leaves your mouth as you knead his erection, a culmination of your combined groans in the quiet office. soon he’s giving attention to the other, a hand trailing down into your panties where he rubs your clit to test the waters, and he smiles into your skin at the way your hand falters and your head hangs forward.

“p-professor . .” it’s clear geto can’t wait, because he pushes a finger into you easily with how dripping wet you are, panties showing a dark patch of your juices. “s— so thick—”

“i know, baby, gotta stretch you out,” a soft pop! is heard as he comes off your nipple before he meets your lips in a sloppy kiss. he shoves his tongue into your mouth the moment he pushes a second finger in and he swallows your moans, letting you feel around his body to dig your nails in — it was just too damn much.

“so— suguru, your f-fingers, they’re so—” even with your protests, your hips grind up against his thick fingers that are pumping in and out of you, taking every last piece of fire in you as you succumb completely.

“what, miss (y/n)?” geto memorises the exact way all your previous blazing words are reduced to mere mewls and whimpers, alongside your pleas for more, more, more.

“i need something—” you whine when he pushes all the way inside, stretching your cunt so well as you clench around him like a vice and sucking him in, “i wanna make you feel good—”

you get at least a little resolve in the time it took you to say that, drunkenly unbuckling his belt before pulling his cock out. his tip is positively leaking, fingers curling instinctively in your pussy and your moans mingle together again.

“c’mon, prof, please?” geto tuts, reluctantly removing his fingers from your cunt which he wish he could spend more of his time in, but gives in to you as you switch positions, pushing him against his own desk. from there you’re going to your knees, marvelling at the cock you’ve watched on your very own screen.

“better than you imagined?”

you roll your eyes, “shut up or i’m blue-balling you.”

geto exhales forcefully, cut off when you put your mouth gently over his tip. you suckle on it like a pacifier, swirling your tongue around the mushroom head and looking up at him through your lashes; the sight is heavenly. the hair from his bun had fallen out, framing his pleasure-filled face, and the veins on his arms pop out so much from how harshly he’s grabbing the wood.

“f-fuck, baby . .” his words are lost once you start bobbing your head, encasing his shaft deep in your mouth as you suck and lick and slobber over his thick cock, using your hands to stroke the places you can’t reach. a choked moan weasels itself out of geto when one of your hands deviate to play with his balls, squeezing lightly at the sack while you continue to lick the underside of his length.

“take me like a slut, don’t you?” geto says breathlessly, fingers going through your hair to gather the strands into a makeshift ponytail, cradling your head to guide your mouth, but he soon starts to thrust into your waiting mouth.

“want me to fuck your dirty whore mouth?” your professor asks and you hate how much it turns you on as he brings you off to let you breathe for a moment. you stick out your tongue, big doe eyes just pleading to be used as your hands anchor themselves down to his belt loops.

“y—yes, prof., give me everything you got,” geto hums, seemingly satisfied with your answer as he taps your tongue with his tip, cock so heavy and thick it makes you whine a little before he shoves it in without warning. the moan that rumbles deep in your throat sends vibrations up his body and he starts a pace immediately.

“that’s it, that’s it—” you breathe through your nose as geto face fucks you, two hands covering the back of your head as he thrusts into your throat. your mouth’s just so damn warm and tight it has geto groaning non-stop while your eyes start to well up with tears. he uses you like a cocksleeve, abusing your throat each time his tip meets with it.

“fuuuckk— yes, yes, your throat’s so—” geto tilts his head back when he buries his cock in you, the deepest he’s ever been and your nose meets with his pubes, the smell of his musk and sweat making your eyes roll back in pleasure. suguru is all grunts before moving again, the gagging, gawking noises filling the small space.

“mmhm— mmf!” you moan around his length, trying your best to move your tongue along the underside of his cock. a hand goes down to quell the growing need of your cunt, slipping a finger or two in.

“dirty girl just can’t think straight when she has a— s-shit— cock in her, huh?”

you hum in agreement, eyes fluttering when you feel his tip twitch in your mouth and geto spills right into your throat with a long moan. your lids flutter close, taking as much cum as you can before coming off with a deep breath. strings of his cum and your saliva connect you to his cock, the lewdness of it all showing clearly in how sloppily you sucked your professor off.

“open.” and you show your tongue still full of his cum, taking the opportunity to lean down to let a ball of spit fall from his mouth. it drops painfully slow to your tongue, closing it only when you hear the rasp of swallow, “good girl.”

“think i’ve kept you waiting for too long, need to be in you,” geto brings you up by your upper arms, propping you up nicely onto his desk where you already start to leak into the wood, “do you want me to be in you?”

“only if you promise to stop picking on me, prof.,” you pout. really, a changed girl once you get some cock, huh?

“but you’re too cute not to bother, baby.” your pout deepens and geto feels a tug on his heart. oh, you were too adorable, knowing you’d kill him the next time he mentions this. he hopes they’ll be a next time.

“i mean it, suguru,” you murmur as he uses his tip to play with your juices, smearing it around your cunt. “treat me like a proper person.”

“can i at least treat you like a slut behind closed doors?”

you bit your lip, he’s asking for a next time, and who are you to reject him?

“whatever you want, professor,” you wiggle your hips along his cock, hoping for some friction which he grants to you with no problem, “use me. treat me like your cum dump.”

geto hisses at your tightness and your words as he bottoms out in you. he’s had your pussy once and already cannot get enough of you, moaning each time he moves in and out of your cunt. your walls hug him so snugly, sucking his cock in endlessly.

“baby, baby, baaaby . . your pussy’s so fuckin’— good—” he grunts into your ears, hips starting to thrust slowly into you. he swears he can see you in your tummy, asking you to look down, “look at how deep i am in you, sweetheart.”

you moan at just how big he was as you glance down, but you’re more focused on the way your pussy spreads for him, the cute veins on his length as he moves in you. you’re leaking so much that it’s effortlessly, the way he rams into you.

“sugu— suguru . . mmfuck—” geto groans upon feeling you rub your clit, your own hips bucking needily into his own as your juices start to drip down his balls. this was everything that he hoped would happen; your features morphed into pleasure, you descending into stupidity just from some dick, feeling your pussy, finally.

“hear yourself?” your professor proposes the question and you’re confused for a moment until he slows down and you whine at the sudden change, brought to attention just how soaking you were. the soft shlick, shlick, shlick sounds take your breath away, as with the translucent sheen of your juices coating his cock.

there, your professor resumes his pace, “hear how fuckin’ sloppy this pussy is for me. listen to her,” your senses are all overwhelmed: by how he hits all your sweet spots, the sweat on your back, your fast-beating heart and you let out a mangled whimper, “yesss . . that’s what i like to hear.”

geto smirks at how you can’t even answer, picking up his pace into a regular one. with his cock buried deep in you, you have no choice but to let your body move with his thrusts, jerking each time his balls meet your ass noisily.

“is this what the little lady needed? just some professor cock to get her to not be so damn uptight!”

“y—yessss . .” you’re delirious, “yesyesyes, suguru!” you squeal when he holds your legs up and pushes your legs into your chest, tongue lolling out at the deepness that he was in you.

“fucking slut,” geto mumbled, hips turning sloppy with fatigue taking over, but your cunt was just too good to stop, “where d’you want me to cum, baby?” he knows you’ll answer how he wants you to, especially after watching his livestream—

“i-inside— inside, pleaseplease,” the circles on your clit are messy, now, chasing your high more than ever, but your pussy is grasping onto him like a vice, prompting groans deep from his throat. “want your cum dripping out of me, prof—”

those words alone has geto shooting his load with a strangled grunt, switching to shallow, quick thrusts to pump you full of his cum. it comes out in hot, thick spurts, filling your insides more and more until it spills out the sides and you follow soon after, whole body convulsing from the intense orgasm you can’t stop shaking violently.

“take it— that’s it, attagirl,” he whines out, stroking his length to make sure you’re getting every last drop out of him, “take all my cum . .”

geto is sure he’s getting old by the way he feels lightheaded, having had to hold onto the edge of the table for a minute — but in that 60 seconds you’ve stumbled off the table and laid your chest over it, perking your ass up where your pussy continues to leak hot, white cum.

your professor takes one good look at your ass, hands going up to knead at them and spreads your cheeks. with his tongue, he eats his cum out of you, making your jerk at the sensitivity.

“oops, i’ve cleaned you up of my cum — guess i gotta give you a couple more loads,” geto props a leg up, eating you out, “it’s only right since my brightest student has suffered so much at my hands . .”

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best friend! steve x best friend! reader and steve is talking ab how he didnt get laid on his date and reader is like “i can do it”

LMAOO poor stevie, i’ll take one for the team i guess🤭

18+ — MINORS DNI

contains: oral (m recieving), p in v (unprotected - don't be stupid), and steve's big d!ck

word count: 1.9k

(this is def not proofread srry)

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Steve has been ranting for ten minutes straight.

You’re laid on his bed, head resting at the foot of the mattress and legs sprawled out to where the soles of your feet just barely brush against Steve’s thigh. You had originally come over to watch a movie, but you got dragged to his room, and ever since you sat down on his bed, Steve’s mouth has been running, complaining about his current dry spell.

“I mean really, I don’t mean to toot my own horn here, but I don’t remember it ever being this hard to get fucking laid,” He complains as you quietly entertain yourself with imaginative shapes in the ceiling. “I’m dying, man, it’s ridiculous.”

And you’re tired of hearing your best friend complain about his lack of pussy, you want some popcorn and you want to watch the movie. So, before you can fully register your thoughts, you’re already spitting out a suggestion, “I can help.”

Steve glances at you, watching as your folded hands rest against your steadily rising stomach, “We’ve already tried that, your advice doesn’t work.” He points out. You roll your eyes, craning your neck to look at him as you flex your foot and press against the side of his thigh, ignoring when he bats you away, “No dummy. I mean I can help you.“

You lay your head back down, wriggling your feet as if you hadn’t just suggested you fuck each other and Steve is… well Steve’s not sure what to say.

You sit up to lean on your elbows and glance at Steve, raising an eyebrow, “You didn’t die did you?” You joke. Steve shakes his head as you shuffle to your knees and begin crawling over, “No I… I’m just…” He swallows heavily when your hand rests against his thigh, fingers gently squeezing as you lean into his space.

“A-are you sure?” He asks. “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t, Stevie.” You confirm, gently batting your eyes at him as a sickeningly sweet smile spreads across your lips.

Steve curses, gaze flickering to your pretty lips before surging forward to press his lips against yours. It’s not the first time you and Steve have kissed, there've been a handful of drunk nights where you shared a few harmless pecks here and there, but nothing of this manner.

It’s never been passionate enough to have Steve pulling you by the hips to drag you onto his lap or good enough to have you moaning as you stuff your fingers into his brown hair. Your knuckles curl into the roots and Steve moans, leaning forward into the kiss until you’re giggling against him, sneaking a hand between the two of you to palm at his crotch. “You’re already hard, Steve.” You point out.

“Did you think I was lying when I said I’ve been living like a repressed nun?”

You laugh, “No I just… I thought I’d have to work for it a bit, I guess.” You shrug as your fingertips curl around the hem of his shirt, pulling upwards and removing the thin material from his frame.

You’ve seen Steve shirtless many times from countless summers spent at the pool and countless nights sleeping over. You’re well aware that Steve is gorgeous, and you’ve always wanted to do more than just admire, and now that you’ve got the chance, you don’t waste a second to run your hands over his chest. Your fingers curl against the patch of hair covering his chest as you kiss him again, grinding against his bulge and moaning.

Steve’s big hands are on your waist, eagerly squeezing before making his way down your back. He’s hesitant as his hands round over the fat of your ass, but you grind back against his touch as a way of encouragement. His fingertips dig into your ass before he moves his hands lower to slip up under the tiny shorts you have on, groaning at the sensation of your warm skin against his hands.

“Fuck, Steve, that’s really hot.” You breathe against his lips. “Yeah?” He hums, pushing your ass down to grind you against his dick. “Yeah… I wanna taste you.”

Steve’s cock throbs at your words and he mumbles a curse before nodding, pulling away from you to hastily shove his sweats down as you shuffle to settle between his legs. You quickly remove your shirt, giving Steve an eyeful of your tits sitting prettily in your bra. He palms himself over the thin material of his boxers as you shuffle closer, situating yourself between his spread thighs.

Your fingers brush against his when you reach out to dip your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, eagerly tugging them down to release him. Steve moans as you pull the boxers down, stiff cock slapping against his tummy once it’s freed from the thin cotton material.

“Holy shit, Steve,” you whisper, eyes wide and lips parted as you gaze down at his cock, hard and already leaking with excitement. You glance up at him before looking back at his dick, “I guess the King Steve rumors were true…” You mumble, ignoring Steve’s breathless laugh as you drag a finger up the length of his cock. Steve’s breathing is slowly rising as he silently watches you touch him, circling your fingertip around his aching tip to smear the sticky precum around.

You giggle when he visibly twitches from your touch, “Excited?” You tease. “Fuck you,” Steve breathes, moaning when you finally wrap a hand around him.

You smile, watching as his face twists in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to stroke him. He slowly thrusts up into your hand, working to meet your strokes in tandem as breathy moans tumble from his lips. You watch in awe as he melts into the pleasure, “God, you really are pent up, Stevie.” You point out, gently pulling Steve’s attention to open his eyes and watch as you wriggle to lay down on your stomach.

You pause your stroking to spit into your palm before resuming the task, humming at the sinful shlicking sound of his wet cock in your hand. You admire the sight in front of you; Steve’s thighs, hairy and toned, bracketing you in with his cock standing tall, firm, and achingly flushed before you. Your gaze drags up the expanse of his heaving chest to fall upon his flushed face. His lust-blown eyes excitedly watch as you lean forward to drag your wet tongue up the underside of his cock, lewdly humming at the taste as you wrap your lips around his tip.

“Oh fuck,” he pants, head falling back against his headboard as his eyes squeeze shut. “I can’t believe this is fucking happening.” He breathlessly mumbles, tuning back in to watch as you pull him out with a crude pop, smacking your lips open to stick out your tongue and slap his sticky tip against it a few times before swallowing him once again.

Steve is big, filling and stretching your mouth so much to where you can already tell there will be an ache in your jaw afterward, but you don’t care. What you can’t fit into your mouth, you make do by simultaneously stroking with the rhythm of your movements.

It doesn’t take long before Steve’s hands are in your hair, softly tugging as he moans out, “I’m gonna cum.”

You pull off of him with a wet gasp, strings of spit and cum sticking to your lips and falling to cool against Steve’s wet hips. You languidly stroke his throbbing cock as you shuffle up onto your knees, a swollen smile bracing your lips as Steve pants beneath you, gazing up at you on hunger.

He nods down to your waist, “Take them off.”

You waste no time following his orders, wiggling out of your shorts and tossing them somewhere in the room. Steve leans forward to kiss you, hands sneaking behind you to unclip your bra and shuck it off with the rest of your clothes. You’re only left in your panties when Steve pushes you back to lay against his pillows, legs falling open to welcome Steve as he leans over you for a sloppy kiss.

He palms your tits with one hand as the other strokes his cock, mumbling against your lips, “Gonna let me fuck you?”

He presses himself against your clothed center, both of your moaning at the sensation as he rubs against your covered clit. You eagerly nod in response, fingers tugging at his curly hair as he reaches down to pull your panties aside. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” He whispers to himself before running his thumb over your aching clit. You pathetically moan and squirm against him as his name falls from your lips.

He kisses you again, thrusting his hips forward to run his cock through your wet folds. He slaps his dick against your pussy a few times until you’re mewling in pleasure and agony, “Please, Steve. I didn’t tease you.” You whine.

Steve chuckles, “I know… you’re right, I’m just being mean.” He says. He holds himself up with one hand beside your head as he pulls away just enough to glance down between your bodies, brown curls falling over his face as he watches himself drag his tip through your folds once more before lining up at your entrance. He pushes in achingly slow, looking back up to watch as your face is masked with a look of pleasure.

Your thighs shake as he bottoms out, and Steve groans above you when your wet walls clench and swallow him whole, “O-oh my god, Steve… holy shit, you’re so fucking big.” You breathlessly moan.

You’re already pulsing around him when he begins thrusting into you, sloppy wet slapping noises filling out the space around you as each thrust pulls moans from both of you. You’re not sure you’ll last long, the feeling of being so stretched out and filled with your best friend's cock has your head spinning until you’re nothing but a moaning mess.

You think you lose sense of time as Steve fucks you because you only come back to earth when you’re teetering on the edge and hear Steve’s gravely voice in your ear, “You’re so good to me,” he pants, “Such a good friend, letting me fuck this tight little pussy of yours.”

You whimper, nails digging into his arms as the band in your tummy begins to snap, a long string of moans and curses pouring from your chest as you cum. “Fuck yes holy shit I’m gonna cum.” Steve moans.

Before you know it, Steve is pulling out of you and spurting thick ropes of cum against your tummy and pussy, cursing and moaning as he jacks himself off the rest of the way. You’re breathless and hazy as you watch him, squirming at the sensation of his warm cum on your skin and his hot fingertips digging into your thigh.

Steve is panting as he looks down at you, taking in the sight of the white sticky release glistening against your pussy, some of it seeping into the thin material of your panties. He breathlessly chuckles, glancing up at you as join in and ask what he’s laughing about.

Steve shakes his head in disbelief and lets out a short laugh, “We should’ve done that a long time ago.”

#this ones a bit filthy innit🤭#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #stranger things x you #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington headcanon #steve x reader #best friend!steve

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rjunswrld · 11 months

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read my lips i need a big d⭐︎ck boy.

mark x thick POC! reader

protected sex (hinting of non protective at the end), both reader and mark are very stubborn, slight (smallest hint) of humiliation play, switch! mark & reader, sexual tension, mentions of mark packing heat, bratty mark & reader

“i always knew you wanted me..” he chuckled looking up at you with his signature cocky smirk, you couldn't help but scoff disgustingly. "i'd say the same about you, your dick is literally poking into my thigh.." you bit back hearing him laugh at your accusation. "well at least i'm not denying it.. shit i get off at the thought of fucking my own worst enemy.." he kissed down the valley of your breast groping onto the soft flesh that rested in the palm of his hand, letting your erected nipples roll in between his fingers as he left a trail of kisses to the other before latching his mouth down onto it feeling his tongue swirl around your nipple as his lips covered your areola.

he sucked on to you softly as he grazed you over his teeth making you moan lightly you hated that you were in this position with him, feeling your hatred for him grow deeper the more and more he made you feel good. the effect he had on you was something you shouldn't be feeling, feeling mushy all over in the hands of mark lee your number one hater? yuck.

the stimulation from both nipples sent shock waves of pleasure to your cunt feeling yourself drip in your panties that you knew were spoiled by now, wanting to shut your legs to rub your thighs together to get any form of friction where you craved it the most. he moaned into your soft flesh as he removed his mouth from around you with his doe eyes staring into yours taking in your facial features carefully.

"i bet you're so wet right now.." he smirked as he saw how your cheeks became rosy, taking your silence as an answer he parted his mouth to lick over your nipple at such ease watching you bite your lip feeling frustrated by the lack of touching elsewhere. "if you want more.. beg."

he spoke nonchalantly as he switched boobs repeating the same action to the other with your back arching slightly to feel his tongue pressed up against your nipple, ready to be sucked and licked by the male. "fuck off.." you panted feeling him laugh against the mound of your breast, using his other hand to pinch your nipple making you gasp slightly as he tugged on it.

"fuck off?" he said with such attitude looking up at you with his brows raised, letting go of your nipples with such force watching them jiggle against your chest. he let out a sigh removing himself from your body per request making you rise from your back to look up at him with a confused expression. "where the fuck are you going? you can't be serious right now.."

"oh i'm dead serious, you can't even drop the bitchy attitude for two seconds.. two fucking seconds.." he snapped back holding up two fingers feeling himself get riled up even more as he looked at your face filled with such frustration. “all you have to do is beg, is it really that hard?" of fucking course it was "that" hard, begging wasn't something you'd ever do for anyone- and you sure as hell weren't gonna start with mark. you felt your blood boil at the thought of him having the audacity to even tell you to do such a thing, you were fuming. you felt yourself growing hot with anger, seeing how he looked down at you never wiping that same annoying smirk off of his face, breaking into a smile at how worked up you had gotten over his request.

"what? oh- you thought i was just gonna fuck you? let you have it so easily?" he laughed in your face watching how your mouth formed into a thin line letting your anger get the best of you. "aw come on princess i know you want me.." he taunted reaching to whisper in your ear, "just need to hear you say it."

he mumbled on your skin with his lips now attached to your neck placing soft kisses on your skin, letting them linger. feeling you swallow your saliva he let his teeth come into play as he nibbled against your neck; you had too much pride for this, to even be put in a situation like this you wanted to cct out violently.. but he was right, you did need him. you needed him oh so badly, being so hot and bothered by the aftermath of his teasing there was no denying how much you needed his assistance.

"mark.." you mumbled feeling him hum against you in response to you calling out his name, proceeding to kiss you so gently with the sounds of it filling your ears riling up your body up with more and more desperation. you were gonna get him back for this for sure. "what is it, princess? need something?"

"i.. i need you to fuck me.. please.." you sighed gritting through your teeth at such obscene words you never thought you'd ever say to him. feeling him smile as he pulled away to face you, his wide toothy smile decorating his face as you rolled your eyes hearing him chuckle in victory. "it could be better but i'll let it slide cause my dick is aching." he critiqued as you shook your head falling back onto your elbows to watch the male undress himself, focusing on unbuckling his belt with the noise of metal clashing together filling your ears.

"i hope this will be worth the begging.." your snarky reply made the male snort, hearing his zipper unzip as he worked himself out of his jeans wearing nothing but his boxers and a baggy t-shirt.

"if that's even what you call begging.." he hovered over you as you spread your legs apart shifting his way between them, letting your eyes land on his bulge hidden behind the material as his eyes landed on the dampness of your flimsy panties. deep down as much as you hated his guts you always fantasized how it would be to have sex with him, how it would feel to have his dick in you fucking you ruthlessly so much denial when it came to him you found yourself yearning for him in ways like this.. hating him so much you wanted him to do anything to you.

"you'll be coming back for more by tomorrow babe.."

"just hurry up and fuck me already."

he rolled his eyes with an irritated sigh hooking his fingers around the elastic band of your panties, pulling them off with no care watching them slide down your legs that rose slightly to kick them off your ankles giving him a perfect view of yourself unintentionally. "fuck princess.. so fucking wet and you were gonna be a brat and suffer the consequences.." he started as he stared you down licking his lips with his brows raised in disbelief, on the other hand, he was amused by it. "shut up." your voice was small falling deep into his lustful gaze that racked your body, in awe over you.

"condom?" he cleared his throat looking up at you as you shifted to one arm reaching towards the drawer placed beside your nightstand, pulling it open, and reaching inside for the individual square package. he worked himself out of his shirt tossing it off to the side along with his boxers leaving the two of you bare- completely naked for each other, it had to be something straight out of your deep dark imagination; so unreal it all felt so dream-like. "here." you said handing it to him once you pulled it out of the drawer and hearing him mumble a small 'thank you' before tearing it open with his teeth. it was funny you thought, how much you fucking despised each other going out of your own ways to bring one another down leading to constant arguments that made no sense whatsoever, completely forgetting why you guys even started arguing in the first place but not one of you dared to back down, fighting hard to get the last word in.. now here you were, about to get fucked by your own worst enemy. saying “thank you” as you hand him a condom he’s about to use for you. crazy.

"i-i know you probably think i don't care... but um, let me know if you need me to stop or something okay?" he held onto the base of his cock as you felt your nerves somewhat subsiding by his words. taking in his size you weren't all too positive that he'd even get his tip in with the thickness he held, your heart beating and palms sweating you had to stop yourself from letting out a nervous chuckle— this newfound feeling was annoying you, not even trusting your ability to speak you simply nodded a clear 'yes' motion.

"no, i need to hear you say 'okay' if you want to continue."

"okay mark."

"thank you."

flashing a smile sarcastically as he pumped his cock over the slippery base of the condom that he rolled onto himself, looking down at your cunt he couldn't help but stare no his eyes weren't enough, he had to touch. seeing how pretty your pussy cried for him, could you blame him for even having the drive to? he reached to place his hand down on your pelvis, letting his thumb run in between your slit to brush over your clit making you gasp at the smallest bit of friction. you looked down at his hand laying above your cunt with his thumb pleasuring you agonizingly slow, he didn't dare look away from you watching as your chest heaved with your lip tucked in your mouth and hips stuttering; so sensitive he found it all too cute.

he aligned himself with your opening continuing to let his thumb rub over your soft swollen nub whilst pushing himself into you slowly with his brows furrowed as he focused on your pussy pulling him in for more. the unfamiliar tightness wrapped around him given by you made his mind go wild, your small whines and moans from the stretch along with him stimulating your clit letting you soak in the mix of pleasure and pain. "f-fuck, if you weren't such a bitch i'd happily fuck you every day.." he groaned pushing himself in deeper and deeper. "as if i-i'd let you.."

"you are now aren't you?" (point taken) he chuckled as he felt himself bottoming out inside of you letting out a throaty groan as his hips met with your skin, his thumb halting as he placed both of his hands on your hips, gripping onto the flesh as he felt you clench onto him lightly earning a hiss from the boy. "i-i can't hold back anymore fuck i need it, i need you.."he began rolling his hips into you feeling the smallest glide of his cock shifting into you. it felt so good dismissing the fact that it was mark doing this to you, filling you up perfectly you also reached his level of neediness pushing yourself down lower to meet with him moaning at how deep he was inside of you.

"fuck yourself on my cock princess.." he sighed, princess.. could you get used to that?

feeling you move along his stiffened dick, hearing how he moved in and out of your tight wetness with you letting out moans of satisfaction. you complied with no problem, no bitching, no remarks.. he liked you better this way so obedient— but that "bitchy attitude" though? how much of a brat you were towards him got him worked up in so many ways, so angry he'd only wish to fuck it out of you to fully break you. maybe some other time?

"that's it baby fuck, you feel so good..doing so good"

"mark please.."

you shuddered as he kept his tight grip on your waist as he met your movements. "k-keep begging for me.." he panted as his eyes closed tightly drowned in you and all that you gave him. hearing his voice on the verge of breaking as he let out nosily groans and hisses it was such a different atmosphere, feeling like two completely different people from who you were on the daily made your stomach do flips looking up at his tensed figure between your legs. "fuck me please mark, i c-can't wanna be fucked by you.." you cried as he whimpered at your words feeling your plead striking straight down to his dick that twitched inside of you, so fucking turned on he couldn't take it anymore.

he began fully thrusting into you roughly with your bed frame hitting against the wall harshly, your back arching at the desired feeling he couldn't stand it. "look me in the eyes and tell me you want me.." he muttered reaching for your arms, placing them above your head only being given the view of his face and feeling his lips touch yours softly, "fucking tell me.." he spoke roughly as his sharp and hard thrusting never came to a halt building up more all while watching you closely, hearing how you choked on your moans trying to keep eye contact with the male's dark lustful eyes. "i want you mark! only you" he reached to kiss you which you quickly accepted, the pair of lips on yours felt so different so foreign that you couldn't help but crave more.

reaching to kiss him even more with him smirking against you, you parted your mouth with his tongue slipping past to kiss you properly just how you deserved. it was sloppy, moans being swallowed up by each other with his grip still keeping your arms above your head with one hand and the other reaching down to get another feel of you.

"fuck i love what you're doing to me.. feels so good.." he mumbled on your lips as you squealed that the stimulation he gave your clit, repeatedly abusing your spongy walls with his tip kissing your cervix at every thrust you felt yourself trembling with goosebumps rising on your skin once more.

"mark!" you whined falling in the pits of ecstasy, he enjoyed it- he was enjoying how much of a mess he was making out of you he definitely felt like the top dog right now. "mm, you like that? you keep c-clenching onto me, it's driving me insane.."

the lewd sounds of skin slapping and bed rocking with sinful moans coming from the two of you as he rubbed you vigorously meeting with his thrust watching how his arms flexed as he worked your clit, his built and toned body making you gawk shamelessly.. never ever admitting it out loud, you found him so fucking attractive. "c-close.." you whined feeling his body heat radiating onto yours, wishing he'd let you go so you could touch him, to bring him close to you. "please, please mark- kiss me again please.." of course, he listened already knowing his lips felt as lonely as yours he wasted no time in kissing you just how you begged him to.

he felt how you clench around him harder with your senses telling you your orgasm was approaching and ready to let go with or without you, he rubbed and fucked you faster with you squealing loudly directly into his mouth you trembled with your orgasm coming to roll past you. "f-fuck!" you muffled into his mouth as you came around his cock, the contractions making him moan along with you as he was close to his himself, milking your high while reaching his you haven't felt this good in so long, so damn long and of course, it had to be by the works of mark fucking lee out of all people..not complaining though if we're being dreadfully honest. shh it’s a secret.

"y-you feel so good.. shit!" he hissed feeling his orgasm buildup faster than ever, all his fantasies of this being fresh on his mind sending him into overdrive finally having you, feeling you, kissing you, fucking you. "fuck fuck fuck.." his body stilled as his thrust became inconsistent, shooting his white ropes of cum into the condom, balls tensing as his dick contracted to spurt out his cum from his delicious orgasm. his pants and whimpers became more consistent as he proceeded to thrust into you finishing himself off before becoming to a full stop with your room now falling silent of any noise besides the breathing from such a workout that aimed to make the two of you reach pure relaxation in the end.

"fuuuck do you wanna keep going?" he panted as he looked into your eyes that focused on him, smirking as he saw your smile grow feeling him resting inside of you still hard and excited as if he didn't cum just a few seconds ago. "are you always this horny?" you playfully rolled your eyes as he shrugged not caring that he was still hard and ready for more. "i could go all night if you wanted me to."

"oh yeah?" you smirked as he nodded eyeing both your eyes and lips, "we can go again.." you reached for his lips that you ghosted lightly, "but this time, take the condom off.. i wanna feel you, all of you." you didn't miss the way his eyes widened at your request, instantly removing himself from above you to pull himself out gently feeling all too trigger- happy to remove the used condom from around his cock.

"i really feel like your starting to like me now could be my delusions but still.."

"don't get it twisted mark lee it’s definitely the delusions."

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#mark lee smut #mark lee #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #mark lee x reader #thick reader #nct u smut #mark hard hours #mark smut #mark scenarios #kpop smut

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darkbluekies · 17 days

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I am not sure if you have done it already but:

Yandere x affection-starved Black Sheep darling?

Hear me out: a darling who is so used that their golden child sibling takes everything from them, from nice clothing/stuff to dates with potential partners. The sibling just steals everything away. And the parents only praise the sibling but never darling. Whenever bad something happened, darling is the one who gets to blame.

Neglected, traumatised and emotionally deprived they meet the yanderes, 100% believing they are just "interested" in them bc they want their sibling and are absolutely convinced & annoyed by their shows of affection (when in fact they are just scared to be hurt which always had been the case before).

Saying stuff like "Y'know, why dont you ask them directly? Stop using me to get closer to them!" And are absolutely puzzled by the reaction, when yan stress that they dont want anything from their relative. They want their darling.

And proceed to be persistent on that statement until darling believes them.

Well, basically this 👇🏼

I absolutely LOVE this kind of dynamic ♡^♡

Not only would all of them DESPISE the sibling (and the rest of the family) for beating their darling this much down, that darling does not have the heart to trust and love - including themselves - anymore, but are on edge to wipe them off from the face of earth. I say on edge because:

It would be too easy just to kill them. No. They have to suffer at first.

The most fun part: all yanderes have some sort of power / & wealth, which appeals the siblings (bc they are basic beaches) and try to seduce and snatch them away from darling like they always used to. And yanderes noticing, pulling strings to slowly but surely for the sibling to fall into insanity and ruin them once and for all.

Dr. Kry, my most favourite boy (Bonus: affectionate!cured!Darling x yan!Dr as it just fits 🤌🏻✨ to my favourite ship dynamic like a glove✨🤌🏻 that picture above🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻)

Dr. Kry would be on a whole new level of persistence and pettiness. You thought he was controlling, manipulative and unhinged 100%? Make it 200% :)

I can imagine how he would look down at the sibling when they show up to "visit their little troublemaker", showing themselves off, bragging how good they are "to come by" (however they never seem to ask to see darling directly though) and proceed to claim that darling is just overly dramatic and should "give you a break, and you shouldn't believe everything what they say. They just making it up". Laughing behind the back of darling's "sickness".

Remember that bloodphobia thoughts I have written? Yeah, imagine the rage if our beloved Dr. Kry finds out that the sibling is the key reason who triggered the phobia in the first place. Like humiliation in front of the class when darling got their first time period and sibling "pranked" them by lying to them that they are dying or sm HOMAGOSH HE WOULD BE SO MAD >:D

After finally persuading darling that he loves obsesses about them and not and never anyone else, month after month reassuring his likeness to darling, (Dr. Kry, a patient man) they start dating once darling surprisingly gets better after startint to believe him.

As a well-respected doctor and a rich man (I mean to remember you said he hardly spended his money, thus posessing goods) their sibling tries to seduce him but he shuts them down every time. In front of darling, in front of family, in front of everyone, in a humiliating way. Absolutely no f*cks given that he is talking to the "golden child". Then he starts to pull on the strings really hard. From making their sibling's wedding/relationships plans cancel to destroying their career and material possessions. But no one would suspect them bc Dr. Kry had taken care of it and happily cut ties off between darling and their obnoxious family already before.

His little one will never have to suffer anymore. And they gradually heal. With him on their side. Forever.

He would definitely have a saviour complex in this AU lol

Blue, what are you doing lately? HOW are you doing? I wish you a wonderful day my dear and hope you enjoyed my thought process again ^*^ 💕

(btw, I am fine. Really, without sarcasm, I come from a very loving family with a wonderful supporting sibling lmaoooo. So, pls don't worry XD As a fellow overthinker I feel the need to clear that hah~

Just loooove the creepy but strangely endearing vibes of these relationships lol There's just something catchy about them right???) And your OCs are just.... so FUN TO EXPLORE???!!! Like OMG, I love them and your stories all so. much! It really gives me motivation and kicks me into writing AGAIN after so many damn years of writer's block (but oc x oc. I find reader perspective strange ngl) even though I am not very strong in writing xD I write. But not that good...

Anyway take care of yourself and have a great week! 🤭❤

Byeeeee~

Fun fact about the black sheep concept: I actually have a black sheep character. Check out the 'Secrets' oneshot and you will see how Ares talks about Silas🤭 but a black sheep yn could also be quite cool???

I love how you wrote Kry, that's so cool to think about. He would 100% go out of his way to ruin your siblings life after everything they've deprived you off!! Doesn't he already have a savior complex? A white knight complex? At least a little? This is probably one of the few times there will be a happy ending with Kry lmaooo

What I'm doing lately? I am taking an 5h 20min test this Saturday (the entirety of it is 8h 50 min including breaks) so that's not very fun, but I think that my life is slowly starting to get better. I think that my legs are starting to heal from my injury, I have saved up money and my best friend comes home next week!! She moved to Germany 3 years ago. I miss her so much, we have been friends for 11 years and she has always taken care of me. She's the type to give me her jacket if I say that I'm cold and to warm my hands under her shirt. Only princess behavior here🥰

Haha don't worry, I'm the same. I'm a big overthinker (its better now though) who comes from a loving family, but youre right about that there's just something so interesting about yanderes lmao. Thank you so much foe liking them, I love to create characters that really feel human, because they make rhe story feel more alive that way!!

I totally get that you mean by oc x oc, moat of my private stories are that way, bur oc x you works better for Tumblr which is why these stories have that format!! Normally I write in 3d person with a fixed main character!

Please please write and show me!!! Feel free to reach out if you ever need some writing advice!! I'm not professional, but sometimes it's nice to just bounce thoughts with someone else<3

#missmerymoon #yandere doctor #yandere oc

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quitesins · 2 years

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Showering with Katsuki

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Tags: Sfw, suggestive, fem!reader, drabble, reader is shorter than katsuki, naked people of course, and mention of his d/ck lol, domestic tings,

“Oi move over.”

His presence doesn’t discomfort you, but you give him a playful look of indignation anyways. “Get your own shower.”

“Shut up.” As he steps in he gives you a quick peck, then brings his arms around himself waiting for you to share the water. “It’s cold.”

Ever the dramatic, you cave to his displays and move over. Only slightly, so he still has to press up against you. He doesn’t mind of course, gladly pushing himself so your bodies meet.

He lets out a content hiss when he starts to heat up and moaning when his shoulders relax.

“Alright drama queen, we still have places to be.” You break him out his daze with a tap to his chest. Which he responds with his own tap, and grope, and massage.

“Okay okay, seriously, we have to be out by ten.” You laugh, grabbing his wrist to physically stop the lascivious bastard.

“I know that, woman.” He splashes you with the water. When is he ever late. “Pass?” He nods to the body wash.

He lathers it onto his body, scrubbing harshly as he always does. You frown for a moment and he rolls his eyes in compliance, slowing down to not upset the skin.

Katsuki expects it’s as hard for you to keep your mind pure as it is for him. Even after all this time, having seen everything of one another, he’ll never get used to the sight.

You’ll never either and he loves to exploit that. Making a slight show of the way he brushes between his thighs, he soaps himself languidly. You glare at him, trying not to smile.

“Want me to do your hair?” Ignoring his antics, you squirt the shampoo into your hands. You raise them to him, already knowing his answer.

As anticipated he ducks down a little, letting your fingers sink into the blond mess. Although he’d never admit it, nothing in the world could ever beat the feeling of your fingers in his hair. How you massage gently and make sure that the shampoo doesn’t drip.

He even moans when you get to the back of his neck, scratching slightly as you do. If anything he should be glaring at you. You must know how much that riles him up. Eventually you pull away, much to his discontent and grab a bottle of conditioner.

“Haven’t done mine yet either.” Instinctively he presents a hand, letting you dollop it on. Then you do the same for yourself.

He lets his head drop once again, so it’s easier for you to reach, then lifts his own hands to sift through your hair.

For all your rushing, you end up taking time to massage each other. Even as the water starts to run cold and your fingers begin to prune, it’s hard to let go.

But an alarm rings and the two of you stop with a groan.

Taking the shower head off it’s stand, he quickly makes work in washing you both over. Of course, like the annoying boyfriend he is, he sprays you directly in the face a few times, finding enjoyment in how you sputter like a kitten falling into milk. And of course like the annoying girlfriend you are, when you step out, you whip him with the towel, hollering each time. He shudders at the remembrance of his days in the UA locker rooms.

There’s only one towel in the little bathroom of your flat, unlike his where there’s shelves of them stacked neatly. It’ll be all yours soon anyways, but for now, the towel in your hand? Is his.

“Stop it!” You squeal as he reaches out to grab it. You somehow avoid him, clutching the fabric behind you. “Get your own!”

“You’re literally about to wear my hoodie.” He scoffs, pointing at where your clothes hang. “Give me it.”

There’s a back and forth of growls and giggles but the two of you finally settle on sharing. First comes the hair. After Katsuki’s done with his, he shoves it over you. When you go to dry yourself, he’s already ruffling it. If you weren’t shrouded in sudden darkness, you’d see the impish grin plastered on his face. He’s so very annoying. Then, he wipes himself down, doing the same of you, even when you protest.

Katsuki hadn’t actually brought clothes with him, so he fastens the towel around his waist. He leans against the wall, while watching you moisturise and dress. It’s not meant to be sensual, but he finds that he has to will himself down.

Through his own growing haze, he notices the flicker of your eyes, looking at him every few seconds.

The sight of him. Dripping, his hair hangs heavy over his eyes. There’s a flush under his skin, from the shower and his fluster. And the small towel around his waist hardly does anything to cover him. Even though you’d just seen him bare, somehow he was still so tantalising. Like the attempt at modesty made him all the more attractive.

Katsuki already knows what you’re about to suggest, he can see it as you approach him for a kiss.

“Nah.” He chuckles lightly, swerving to let your kiss to land on his cheek. “We’re gonna be late.”

Sorry for the repost but I am not showing up in the tags at all, I even checked through another account and am so so confused 😭 am I shadow banned?? Is that even a thing here?? And if so, WHY?!?! Like Idm the engagement I just wanna be in da tags!! Ooh I think it’s sorted now!

Also Idk if the kitten metaphor made sense, I was thinking about those pictures of cats that had fallen face first into their food and was laughing lol

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guilty-pleasures21 · 3 months

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The thief & the detective

Just an idea that's been sitting on my mind for a while: cat burglar mc x detective Miguel?!

I split up part 1 just because it got really long 🫠 and I also only have a few bits and pieces for part 2, so please comment/message me if you have anything you'd like to see in part 2!

P.S. I TOTALLY forgot to post the pic above the first time I posted this, but I just imagine him looking at her like this when she asks him to go shower and it drives me crazy!!!!! 😭 Unfortunately, I CANNOT remember where I found this pic, so if anyone knows, PLEASE let me know so I can credit the artist appropriately!!! I'm so sorry!!!

Part 1a

Part 1b

Part 2

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex including penetration (p in v).

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“Shit, Miguel,” she breathed, curling herself around him as she tried to catch her breath. She pressed her lips to his shoulder and brushed them along his broad muscles, kissing and nibbling on him lazily. Then she moaned into the crook of his neck, her soft breasts pressing against his hard chest as she began moving her hips against his slowly. He felt so big beneath her, his c*ck thick and warm, already starting to harden as she ground herself into him. He groaned as his head fell back against the headboard, then he dug his fingers into her ass, pulling her harder against him. She laughed at his desperation, her head falling back to expose the delicate column of her neck. “So impatient, detective.”

He licked a line up her throat, then buried his face in the crook of her neck, his fingers continuing to knead her soft flesh.

“M’not impatient,” he mumbled, sliding his arms all the way around her and moving his hips in time to hers. “Just tryna be fair. I already gave you what you wanted. Isn’t it my turn now?” He lifted his head to tug on her earlobe with his teeth before grazing them along the underside of her ear, nibbling on her warm skin. X trailed her fingers down his chest, brushing them teasingly against the tip of his d*ck when she reached it.

“What do you want from me, detective?” she asked him playfully, cupping his cheek in her hand when he pulled back to look at her. Her eyes fell to his lips and she pressed hers to them gently, her touch featherlight. “What should I take from you this time?” She grinned and curled her fingers around his c*ck before finally closing the distance between their mouth and kissing him. He wound his tongue around hers as she pumped his c*ck in her hand, overwhelmed by the taste and feel of her all around him.

“Why don’t you …” he panted in between hungry kisses, his hands running all over her soft little body, “try giving me … something for once?” He squeezed her breast gently and she squealed into his mouth at the feeling, her head falling back with pleasure. He grinned at the sound and moved his lips to her throat, his legs starting to twitch as she continued to slide her fingers all over his c*ck.

Holy shit! He was so hot when he smiled, his fiery eyes creasing at the corners, his lush lips curling at the ends, his cute little fangs peeking out at her. She pressed her lips back to his, their teeth clashing as the both of them smiled between kisses. “That’s not how this game works, detective.”

She moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair and she wriggled her body against his. He squeezed her against him, then bit on her lip before loosening his hold on her, letting her move her mouth to his shoulder. She pressed her lips to his skin, trailing them down his chest and abs until she was lying in between his legs, her beautiful eyes peeking up at him from beneath her curly lashes as she angled his c*ck to her mouth. She maintained eye contact as she pressed soft kisses to his tip, gradually pulling him deeper into her mouth with each quick peck. He gripped onto the bed sheets as she sucked on him slowly, her tongue tracing the veins in his c*ck delightfully.

“F*ck,” he breathed, his hips lifting off the bed to start thrusting himself into her mouth. He sucked in a breath when he hit the back of her throat, her pretty little moans sending vibrations all along his c*ck and down to his core. Ay, coño, she felt good. She bobbed her head up and down, dragging him out of her mouth. Then she climbed back onto his lap and slipped him inside of her, rolling her hips carefully to ease him in.

“Holy shit, Miguel!” she sighed, delighting in the way he was filling her up so nicely. “You’re so … frickin’ big.” She scrunched her fingers in his hair and flopped over onto his shoulder, the bed shaking as he took over and thrust himself into her.

“Mmm, Miguel …” she sighed, whining into his neck in a way that had him tightening his hold on her. Mierda, she was cute, small and soft in his arms, his tiny little gatita.

“Miguel,” she repeated, straightening to look at the way the sweat-slicked strands of his hair fell in his eyes as he bounced her up and down in his lap. She cupped his cheek in her hand, brushing her thumb along the sharp line of his jaw. “You'll come visit me … won't you? Every day? You know I can't live without you, mi Miguelito.”

She tried to give him a pout, to make herself seem all helpless and vulnerable. But then he hit that one spot that had her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure. He bent over and kissed his way up her neck, his lips landing on hers when she lowered her head back down again. He kissed her hungrily, holding onto the back of her head to keep her in position so he could tangle his tongue with hers. “Mmm, gatita … This isn't some … last ditch attempt … to get out of jail … is it?”

“No,” she replied, pulling back from him to look at the glazed look in his eyes. She brushed her fingers across his cheek, marvelling at how unfairly handsome he was, with his strong brow and his sharp jawline and his rugged looks. “Not if you’ll come … visit me … everyday … detective.” She wasn’t lying - she really would go crazy if she had to be locked up in a cell without getting to see his gorgeous face at least once a day, hear his mocking voice at least once an hour, brush her fingers along his skin at least once a night. And that was before she knew how delicious he felt beneath her. How would she ever survive without him now?

He glided his hands up her back, relishing the feeling of her smooth skin beneath his rough palms, the sweat dripping off her from how much he'd teased and pleasured her already. If he was being really honest, he didn't think he'd be able to survive without her either: her witty retorts, her bright smile, the way she always challenged him to be the very best version of himself. Joder, he might have been falling in love with her. His stomach curdled at the thought of her being locked up in a cell, at the thought of never seeing her again, hearing her voice, feeling her skin against his. He'd find a way; he'd find a way to get her out of there. Maybe with a plea deal, a bargain of some sort. She leaned forward and pulled his lip between hers, nipping at it quickly before letting him go. He groaned at the feeling and she giggled with delight, her warm p*ssy throbbing around his d*ck so desperately.

“I have … a better idea … detective.” She grabbed onto his hair and pulled his head back, delighting in the dazed look on his face as he glanced up at her. She grinned and licked his lips quickly before relaxing her hold on him, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder as he bounced her up and down on his length.

“Why don’t you … lock me up … instead?” she suggested, her hands sliding over his shoulders and chest as she tried to maintain her balance on top of him. She curled herself around him, leaning forward and rolling her hips so that her clit was brushing up against his abdomen, adding onto her pleasure. “At your place? I could … I could be your … good little gatita? And you could … c-come back e-every night … after work? And ‘d-discipline’ m-me.”

She bit his ear and he growled and tightened his grip on her at the idea. Carajo, he should have f*cked her ages ago; maybe then he could have saved her, helped her lead a better life. “Don't tempt me, gatita.”

Shit. His voice was so low now that she could feel the vibrations buzzing through his chest every time he spoke. It drove her crazy, her nipples tingling with delight at how so very aroused he was by her.

“Please, Miguel?” she whimpered helplessly, her eyes widening with innocence as she gazed up at him. “¿Para mí? ¿Para tu … pequeña gatita buena?” (For me? For your good little kitten?)

“¡Ay, coño, gatita!” His head rolled back with pleasure as he felt his core tightening at her words, at the pretty little look she gave him. She let out a loud moan as he prodded at that one spot inside of her, then fell over him, her lips landing back on his. He lowered himself onto the bed as he twisted his tongue around hers, lying back so she was on top of him. She pushed herself up, her hair tickling his shoulders as she leaned over him, and he brushed it away from her face, his fingers drifting down her neck and breasts.

“Would you really stay with me, mi gatita traviesa?” he asked. (... my naughty kitten?) “Would you do what I told you to? Turn over a new leaf?” Maybe she wasn’t entirely past saving, if she was willing to give it all up for him. She bit her lip, losing her focus as her body prepared itself to come.

“For you, Miguel?” She nodded dazedly. “Anything.” Maybe he wasn’t completely past ruining, if he was willing to give it all up for her. She let out a squeak as she came on top of him, her body flopping over his and writhing around in his arms as her p*ssy squeezed his d*ck. He sucked in a breath at the sensation, then he was coming too, his c*ck releasing his c*m into her, his hands gripping onto her ass as he let the warm liquid seep out of him and into her. He sighed when he was done, his hands sliding up her back to stroke her gently as she panted on top of him. Then he turned her over onto her side, slinging a muscular arm over her. They lay like that for a while, the room filled with the sounds of their shallow gasps as they both tried to catch their breaths. Finally, she wriggled out from beneath his grasp, getting up off the bed and gathering her hair over shoulders.

“I’m going to take that shower now.” She glanced over at the entrance to the bathroom, then returned her gaze to him, her stomach flipping at the way his eyelids lowered as he trailed his gaze over her body. “You gonna come make sure I don’t run away, detective?”

He sighed and pushed himself off the bed, the muscles in his arms and back flexing so deliciously. He walked over to her and tapped her on the ass lightly, pushing her in the direction of the bathroom.

“Vamos, gatita.”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, pushed up against the wall as he pounded his d*ck into her. “Yes! Holy shit, Miguel! You feel … so good.” He held onto her waist, his hard chest pressing into her back as he thrust himself into her from behind. He didn’t think he’d ever get sick of it; the way her p*ssy took him in so very nicely, constantly throbbing around his c*ck, begging him for more. He raised one hand to brace himself against the wall and slid the other up to cup her breast, squeezing her soft flesh in his hands and pulling her back against him. He growled and nipped at her ear before pressing his lips to the side of her neck, moaning against her with pleasure. F*ck, she felt good.

“Miguel,” she breathed, her ass bouncing against his thighs as she shook beneath him. “Wait. I wanna … see your face … when I come for you.” He was so big and so warm, his body all nice and firm as he wrapped himself around her. She didn’t think she’d ever get sick of it; the way his c*ck stretched her out and filled her up, his tip hitting that one spot that had her body slumping over in relief. He lifted her up easily and spun her around, sliding her back onto his c*ck before starting up his thrusts again. He was so handsome, his dark locks dripping with sweat and water, the damp strands falling into his beautiful copper eyes as he gazed down at her. And then whenever he bit his lip? His cute little fangs pressing into his full and soft bottom lip? Shit, it drove her mad!

She really was beautiful, her curly eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks, her rosy lips parting in that blissed out look as her head fell back with pleasure. P*ta madre, she was cute. He sucked in a breath as she came around him, her tight little p*ssy pulling on him and milking him into her as he reached his climax too. He held her up against the wall, his head falling onto her shoulder as he relieved himself inside of her, the warm water falling onto his back adding on to his pleasure-filled release. Then he nipped at her ear before brushing his lips along her neck. “Mmm, X.”

Shit! She could have come again just from the way he moaned her name, his voice thick with satisfaction as he nibbled and licked at her neck. But then he was sliding her off of him and setting her back down, his hands keeping her upright as her knees wobbled beneath her. She turned around to kiss him, to taste him one more time as he ran his hands along her skin, cleaning her up. And then he was shutting the tap off and wrapping her up in one of the plush white hotel towels hanging on the rack by the sink. She sighed as she dried herself up before returning back to the bedroom, her steps shaky from the way her legs refused to close. She glanced over at the two beds, her stomach roiling with nerves as she felt him come up behind her. Then she rearranged her features into a cheeky expression and injected as much mischief as she could into her voice when she next spoke.

“You … want to make sure I don’t run away in the night, detective?” Her eyes were a little too wide as she patted the bed beside them, her smile stretched a little too thin. She didn’t want to part with him just yet - was terrified of the thought of having to wake up tomorrow and be torn away from him. And if he were being honest, he was maybe a little terrified of that too. He sighed as she pushed her towards the bed, feigning irritation at the thought of being stuck with her again. But she just bounced over to the bed happily, crawling under the covers and snuggling up against him when he slid in next to her. He wrapped his arms around her soft body as she laid her head on his chest, the both of them enjoying the moment of solitude in each other’s arms. She reached up to run her fingers through his hair after a while, breathing in the warm, masculine scent of him she’d come to know so well.

“I didn’t do it because I wanted to. Not at first, anyway,” she admitted softly, her slender fingers scratching his scalp gently. “But then it felt so good. And then I met you. And I couldn’t stop then.” She tilted her head back to look up at him, her dark eyes tracing over his sharp features, memorising the shape of his face. He ran his fingernails along her back and she purred at the feeling, settling herself back around him like a little cat.

“You know there are easier ways to ask a guy out. Right, gatita?” he teased her, lips curling into a wicked smirk.

“Would you go out with me, Miguel?” she asked him quietly. He considered her question, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“I would have if you’d asked me earlier.” Before we’d met each other; before I did everything in my power to catch you and you did everything in yours to escape. But then he’d never have known her, would he? She trailed her fingers along his skin, tracing the sculpted outlines of his muscles.

“What about now?” She stretched up to press her lips to his collarbone, her body twisting to lie on top of his as she mumbled into his skin. “Will you go out with me tomorrow?”

She pressed a kiss to the base of his throat before snuggling herself back into his arms, her voice getting softer as she started drifting off into sleep. “Or next week, maybe? Then I’ll have enough time to make my great escape.”

He continued to stroke her gently, even after she’d fallen asleep, his mind running wild with a list of ways he might possibly get her out of this. He believed her about not wanting to do it: she came from a poor background, the only thing she’d ever really owned was her own name. And what a price she’d put on it. And besides, she never stole from those who couldn’t afford it - it was always spoilt businessmen whose money was already just rotting away in the bank anyway. Plus, they never could track anything she’d stolen, or the money she’d received from it - probably because she always distributed it amongst the poor. A modern day Robin Hood. His thoughts blurred together as he felt himself start to drift off as well, his brain still working to come up with a way to save her.

He woke up the next morning confused, unused to his familiar surroundings. Then he remembered: the governor’s personal suite, his gatita, finally trapped in his grasp. And then, her body, soft and warm against his, her lips sweet and lush, her taste intoxicating. His stomach bubbled with excitement at the thought of the plan he’d come up with last night; he couldn’t wait to share it with her, couldn’t wait to- He pat the bed, trying to find her soft curves and her messy curls. But she wasn’t there. Was she in the bathroom? He flung the covers aside and leapt out of bed, his panic growing worse when he saw the door open, the toilet empty. And then he saw the note on the bedside table, neatly placed atop her carefully arranged underwear.

‘Lo siento, mi Miguelito, but you can’t keep a cat locked up, no matter how much they love you. See you for our date next week! Te amo, tu gatita traviesa, X.’ (I love you, your naughty kitten, X.) She’d sealed it with a kiss too, her rosy lipstick imprinted on the corner of the note. He crumpled her underwear in his hand, the rage starting to build up inside of him at her words. How the hell had she managed to escape?! When had she managed to escape? Was she close enough that he could still catch her? ¡Ay, p*ta madre! How could he have been so stupid to think that he could trust her?! He re-read the note, knowing that if she could get away from him even now, even with the entire building on lockdown because of her, then there was definitely no way he’d be able to catch her on their date. He clenched his jaw at the way his stomach flipped at the word, even after she’d left him looking like a fool.

“Miguel?” Peter’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. “Are you in there? What’s happening?” Miguel dashed around the room at the sound of his voice, quickly picking up his clothes and throwing them back on.

“Uh, coming! Just … give me a second!” His underwear, where was his underwear?! F*ck! She must have taken it with her. He threw on whatever he had, pulling up his zip before getting the door. Peter walked into the room, bright-eyed and well-rested, completely oblivious to how stupid he’d been last night. How the f*ck could he have had sex with her?! When everyone else was … ¡Ay, carajo!

“Took you long enough!” Peter joked, searching around the room for the other person he expected to see there. He turned back to Miguel after being unable to locate her, an apprehensive smile on his face. “Where’s the prisoner?” Miguel folded his arms across his chest and avoided Peter’s gaze, embarrassed. Peter shifted comfortably at the sight, his heart picking up speed in his chest. He forced out an awkward chuckle.

“Please don’t tell me you let her get away.”

“I didn’t let her get away,” Miguel scoffed, offended by the idea. Peter’s eyes widened in horror.

“She got away?!” he exclaimed in disbelief. “Again?!”

Miguel dropped his gaze again, fidgeting with his hands guiltily. Peter huffed in frustration and marched out of the room, ranting and grumbling as he worried over how the governor would react to his news. Miguel sighed as he followed after him, trying to come up with a plan for their date next week - there was no way in hell he was ever letting her go again.

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nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos · 11 months

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Sub! Zhongli X Chaotic Gore Magala Archon Dom! Male Reader Nsfw {Genshin Impact X Monster Hunter Crossover}

Warnings: anal penetration, daddy kinks, degrading kinks, mind corruption, neck biting, and overstimulation

"Moan louder for me, slut~," you said as you held Zhongli with your enormous wing arms while thrusting inside him hard. "Ahh, y-yes my d-dark a-angel~," Zhongli moaned as he sticked his tongue out. You smirked at him before biting his neck harshly, he moaned once again while arching his back. "Such a good slut for me~," you said as you tightened your grip on him.

The reason why Zhongli called you 'dark angel' is because you are a legendary Archon who everyone fears, however, you come off as friendly and helpful. The main reason why people fear you though is that half of your body is dark while the other is not. Your appearance gave you the nickname, "the Fallen Archon."

You also have the ability to corrupt those who inhales your scales, and Zhongli, who is your lover accidentally inhaled the scales. This causes him to be very submissive towards you, and you know what to do when he accidentally or purposely inhales your scales, and that is to f*ck him senselessly until he passes out and acts like he usual self as if nothing happened the day before.

"You're such a slut Zhongli, inhaling my scales just to get ruined by me~," you said while thrusting inside him harder. "Ahh, I can't help it, d-daddy, mmmmm~," he moaned while drooling in pleasure. You then bit his neck harshly once again before hearing him moan even louder.

You continued to pound him as he slowly began to lose consciousness, and after a few minutes, he eventually did. He didn't gave you enough time to cum inside him though, but at least he got what he wanted, hahaha.

(Time skip)

"Mmm, Y/N, what happened yesterday?" Zhongli asked while waking up, you laughed a bit while playing with his hair, "oh nothing, just me f*cking you like always~," you teased. "Hmph," Zhongli pouted before crossing his arms. It's not your fault that he inhaled your scales and got horny.

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forusomimiya · 11 months

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Hiii <3 love your works! If you don’t mind I have a request for you 🥹 can you please write smut about Bokuto and his gf who didn’t do anything sexual yet? Like he’s her first and she wants to do stufff with him but being shy so when she or he is over for the night she asks him if she can just get to know his body lol since she never touched or seen it before and they’re just kissing while she gives him a handjob while he tries to look smug and cool but he’s actually flustered needy mess 😚😚😚

AAHHHHHHH im just AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH "she runs to her computer and types furiously" the image of bokuto trying to take control of the situation when in truth he is DESPERATE to stick his d!ck in a hole has me crazy 😩😩😩😩😩 my poor baby, what he does for love (enjoy <3)

“So… wanna hook up?” He settles into the sofa and stretches an arm across the backrest as he looks at you and asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe?" A small acceleration in your heartbeat alerts you to a possible rejection. Maybe it was normal that Bokuto still didn't want to have sex with you but, fuck, it wasn't the first time you'd been kissing while you jerking him off, or he'd observed the wetness in your panties and proceeded to eat you out. But never anything more than that, and you wanted it.

A lot.

"Just let me touch you… a little more than other times… please" you move to his neck and finish the sentence by kissing him. Warm skin scented with citrus. "oh baby…" he warns as he squirms in the seat. "things are getting interesting down here" his nervous laugh prompts you to glance sideways at his crotch. Clearly and as you expected, he's getting hard.

"so, what do you say to my offer?" you run your hand down his abdomen and continue down until you reach his bulge, more prominent than a few seconds ago and with the fabric of his pants taut. But Bokuto doesn't mind, in fact it makes him hotter, and he raises his hips in search of more contact with you.

"Yes… I say yes" you keep moving down until you brush your fingers along the seam near his ass. "But… ju-just tell me what you want."

“You, Boo”

"And how do you want me? Hmm? wanna details… please" Bokuto has closed his eyes, possibly to concentrate on your caresses, kisses, and the scene he will recreate in his mind with what you are going to tell him next.

"Just wanna be yours, fucking yours. Wanna ya to take me like you've been wanting to all these months, but haven't dared to do… I've watched you devour me with your eyes, and despite getting your attention several times, you still haven't make a move on the board." You bring your hand up and work your way inside his pants, stretching his underwear until you reach up to touch his cock and pull it out. "Right pretty boy?"

You move slowly up and down as you keep whispering in his ear, lifting him to paradise with your words. You haven't the slightest idea what's going through his head, but you know he's trying to resist and is clearly making a fool of himself.

"Look at you… trying to keep control of the situation when in truth you are so desperate that you can't take any more… If so, fuck me now" the presemen sliding down the tip of his cock confirms it. Little spasms accompany him as you stroke the hole clean and take him into your mouth.

Watching him doing that wasn't the best idea.

"Shit, you fucking cumslut" in one swift movement he has you sprawled out on the couch. A moan escapes your lips as you feel yourself trapped from both hands. "You just like to tease, don't you?" He lifts your dress to find you wearing absolutely nothing underneath, getting your legs to spread and your back to arch as he watches as he stares at your pussy, mouth salivating. "Wow… you had it ready, is that it?" you groan again and clench just hearing his words.

This is the Bokuto you wanna see.

He hurries to take his cock and run it up and down your thigh, watching as it stains your skin from the leaks, though now he's not the only one now dripping. "Fuck baby… if you wanted me so bad you just had to say so… You've been in my head so many nights baby, so many nights wishing I could take this little cunt, that now I have you here and I can give you everything you need."

Goddamn it. You just want him to stop talking and fuck you. Your desperate moans help incriminate you and get his attention.

"Easy pretty, coming… I was just watching you get a little wetter for me, you needy little…" He positions himself between your legs and pumps his cock a couple of times before sliding past your entrance and slipping in your flow, taking advantage of the lubrication from your cum to ram into you all at once and steal your breath away.

"I didn't promise to be kind…"

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sopiao · 7 months

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hiii, hope ur doing well both mentally and physically. :)))

can i request like a young, gen z, member of the 141 and konig. and just general scenarios and headcannons of what the base would be like???

-🧸

YEAH YEAH YEAH

dw pookies, i’ll always be ok writing for yall!!!

i’ve seen so many of these n there so creative 😭😭

this was def fun to write but i needed my bf for help on some.

(using my callsign again :3 ‘Shark’)

Not even a question that Shark would disrupt both Soap and Ghost to teach them how to do the stanky leg. Soap was literal ass with it, stiff and awkward, but he got the general idea.

Shark and Soap had to practically beg Ghost to do it, on their knees and hands clamped together. Shark even offered the last 7 dollars in their bank account for him to do it. Eventually he caved in. Surprisingly he’s actually really good, pretty smooth with it. But never again that this would happen. When pigs fly.

—

It was a daily occurrence for Shark to pester and poke at every member of the team. Today, it was König’s misfortune to be Shark’s victim today. Sitting in the common room while you bounced beside him. Hands up and guarding like you were boutta fight someone.

“Punch you in the face, elbow you in the face” You said in a stupid voice while fake punching him, stopping just before you actually touch him.

“Neck slice!” You take a little spin and hold the edge of your hand to his clothed neck. All König does is sigh and look up at you, obvious dark eye bags under his eyes.

—

Gaz suggested that everyone have a shared playlist amongst everyone, helps bring everyone closer, and it’ll be fun to listen to each others’ music while on mission or during training.

It was a good idea at first with everyone adding in their own songs. A weird mixed jumble of everyone unique and different music taste. But Shark’s was the most different, stuck out like a sore thumb. You could even tell when Shark would subtly do a little dance whenever it came on during a mission.

“My d-ck is big. My d-ck is very big. My d-ck is big, is big, is very very big” It boomed through the speakers of the training room, everyone froze or stopped their sparring when they heard the song. The only person who continued was Shark, swaying their hips a little to the beat of the song.

(Big Dick by Little Big)

—

Sweeping and empty establishment for any potential leftover enemies. König behind Shark against the wall with Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost against the other. It was an old apartment. Something caught Shark’s eye. Putting their hand up for everyone to stop.

Everyone thinking that they caught something, but instead they pull out their phone and take a photo of the four against a blue wall.

“What is it?” Gaz asks, wondering if they really did catch something but rolled his eyes when Shark started laughing at the fresh picture on their phone. Four men standing in front of a blue wall.

“You wouldn’t get it” They chuckled before stuffing their phone back in and signaling for everyone to continue.

“Remind me not to let them be lead again” Price muttered.

—

“Are you sure this is 100% safe to drink?” Gaz asked as he stared down at his cup, trying not to breathe in it’s toxic fumes.

“I’m pretty sure this stuff is radioactive” Ghost muttered under his breath. Holding the glass up to inspect it like it was a new found alien.

“I’m sure the old geezer would kick the bucket after a whiff of this” Soap chuckled to himself, earning a hard back of the head blow from the captain.

“You guys are being dramatic” Shark rolled their eyes. Earlier in the day, they begged Price to take them to buy something they wanted all of them to try. After enough begging and pleading he caved in.

“I don’t think zis is a good idea” König looked up at you, taking a single gummy worm from the rim as a little treat.

It was a mix of monster, half filled with cherry slushee, sour gummy worms rimming the plastic martini glass, 2 War beads dropped at the bottom, simmering at the top, a handful of sour patch kids, baby bottle pop powder mixed in, and a little bit of blue gatorade.

They saw it on social media and wanted to try it out, it wasn’t like it would be a daily drink, just to try it once. (Seriously though, do not consume this on a regular basis, let alone at all).

After enough hyping up, pep talk, and a countdown. They all took a mouthful of their witches potion concoction. Gaz spit it out, Ghost almost gagged, and Soap lost his vison. Price took it surprisingly well. Not even Shark was able to swallow half of it.

It gave them weird jitters and a big boost in energy. In one night they were able to deep clean the entire base, finally organize the arsenal, somehow separate all of the cereals. The marshmallows from the lucky charms, separate all the colors of the Fruit loops, and remove all the raisins in Raisin Bran.

They all woke up the next day feeling like they drank 19 gallons of alcohol the night before. Price slept like a baby, he actually felt a lil more energized when he woke up.

—

Price had been walking around all day, searching for Shark to ask for one of their reports. He knocks and barges into Gaz’s barracks. Finding him laying on his stomach on his bed and a comic book in front of him.

“Gaz, have ya’ seen Shark anywhere?” Price walks in with his hands on his hips. Gaz looks up at his captain then back at Shark that’s been discretely following close behind him for the past 10 minutes he’s been searching.

Looked at his captain, back to Shark, who shook their head and made and x with their fingers.

“Ehh.. No?” He hesitated, finding it amusing but needing to keep in a steady front.

“Al’right, champ. Thanks” He shakes his head before leaving the room with the missing soldier behind him, Price muttering frustrated remarks as he continues to search.

—

Shark took it upon themselves to make a little cup of coffee for Price since they know he likes to drink a cup in the morning. Placing it in front of him and taking a seat next to their captain with a cup in front of them.

“Aww. Thanks, kid! You didn’t have to” He smiles warmly at them before taking a deep sip of his cup. Watching his soldier do the same he notices it isn’t coffee. A more clear, pale-yellowish kind of color with steam coming off of it.

“Didn’t know we had tea. What kind did you make?” He initiates conversation, still looking down at his little sudoku puzzle on the newspaper.

“Tea?”

“What— What are you drinking?” He looked up at them then back at the mystery drink in front of them.

“Oh. I just boiled a can of Red Bull”.

“What—“.

“What”.

—

Walking into the lobby with a watermelon in one hand and metal knife in the other, except the actual blade was broken in the middle of the watermelon. They all stared at Shark, then the watermelon.

“We need a new knife”.

—

Waking up at 2 AM, sleepily stumbling into the bathroom, Price walked into the bathroom for a midnight piss. After he was done he walked by Soap’s barracks, seeing the light was on and the door was cracked open.

Opening the door, he saw Soap and Shark in their pjs, sitting on the bed with their backs turned toward him. They both froze and looked at each other.

“What’re ya’ doin’ so late at night?” He roughly grumbled and leaned against the doorframe, eyes still adjusting to the light. But, they wouldn’t turn to look at him, just answering and nodding their head.

“What are ya’ doing?” He asked more concerned and confused this time. Noticing how they wouldn’t face him and was super dismissive. Now that he was directly behind them, they accepted defeat and looked up. Both with pink bow or bunny headbands and a sheet face mask on each of them.

“What”.

A couple minutes later he’s laying on his stomach with a matching sheet mask and a black cat headband. Talking to his soldiers about his wife. Soap and Shark listening intently.

—

Visiting Shark’s home while they’re on a health leave to check on them, they all sat on the country house porch—Shark’s casted leg up on a stool— and talked about the missions they missed out on and how they were doing.

Gaz and König were playing and messing around with the farm animals, König’s was more petting and loving on the cows and goats while Gaz was feeding the little duckies.

König was running around, the cows playfully chasing him as he did.

“NO, LITTLE GERMAN BOY! DONT RUN INTO THE ELECTRIC FENCE” Shark called out once they saw him getting a little too close.

“Oh, mein gott! Zis fence is full of shocken!”

(Yes, I know he’s not german).

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binahs-sinbin · 1 year

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Overstimulating the tweels? (+riddle and idia if it's ok :))

Well of course it’s ok!!💙💚 Did ficlets!

All characters below are 18+

Jade

Cw: overstim, bondage, c*ck rings,

Jade playfully tugged against the restraints you had put on him, leaving him tied to the bed while you go grab a few ‘toys’ to make the night more interesting.

Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was relieved when you came back into his line of site. “(M/C), might i ask what’s in the bag?” He eyed the black bag you carried at hip height. You climbed onto the bed, settling yourself beside him, placing the bag so he can’t see what’s in it.

“It’s a surprise.” You hum out, grabbing the first toy you had, it was bright pink. You slid it down his cock, to the base. You flipped the switch to turn it on. You reach into the bag and grab…another ring?

“Why do you have two rings?”

You ignore the amused look he gives you, instead you grab…a handful of rings? They all were in different colors. You hum to yourself, slipping a few more into his cock, letting one rest right under the head of his cock. You click it on, earning a gasp. “A-ah, those are really t-tight.”

He yelps feeling you grab his cock roughly pumping it. Unsurprisingly he doesn’t last long, trembling under you as he cums. Jade collapses against the bed, he hisses when you don’t stop, milking his cock.

“Wait,” He groaned out. “It’s too much, please turn them off. I-I can’t take both.” You hummed in acknowledgment but made no attempt to remove them or even turn them off. You let go of his cock, watching it bob excitedly.

You let your hand slide up his cock to the tip. You roughly rubbed the slit of his cock. Jade jerks under you, yanking on the restraints. “You look so cute like this…you can take more.”

Floyd

Cw: overstim, vibrating wands

Floyd purred at the near painful stimulation. The wand trapped his cock against his stomach, you had it on its highest setting pressed against the tip of his cock. “F-feels so good, d-don’t stop.” Floyd murmed out.

You nodded, lightly pressing it against his cock, releasing the pressure than repeating the process. Floyd groans, cumming hard onto his own stomach. Floyd purred, leaning back against you, hips trembling. He bucks against you before pressing his hips against you.

He hissed as the overstimulation starts to become too much. “S-Shrimpyy! Please it’s so much!” He whined out, tensing up. He grabs your wrist to try and stop you only for you to slap his thigh.

“Quit being such a bitch, you just asked me to keep going.” You squeeze his thighs, tapping the wand on his cockhead. He fell back against you. You can hear his high pitched cry as you pin his cock again.

Riddle

Cw: overstim, , dracryphilia, tip polishing

“N-no more, hurts!” Riddle whimpered, tears streaming down his face. He’s lost track of how many times you’ve made him cum. There has to be a rule saying you can’t overstimulate the Queen of Hearts, right?

Well, no matter how much riddle tried to reason with you, but you had no interest in listening. Instead, you chose to teach him a ‘fun’ thing you read about. Your palm was flat against the head of his cock while your other hand rubbed his cock against it. He was grateful you had at least used lube, though it also made your movements seamless.

“Ah, ah, ah!” You mock, laughing at the whines that escaped him. “You’re a housewarden! You should be able to take this much!” You sigh in mock disappointment. “If your stamina is really that bad, I guess I could go to Carter…”

Riddle practically jumped up at that. “N-nnono! I can take it!” He grabs your arm for support, hiding his face as much as he could, muffling his panting. “I can take anything-“

“Anything?” You interrupt, Riddle nods in response. “So you would let me sound you?” Riddle went rigged, paling at the thought. He slowly nods, pressing himself against you.

Idia

Cw: overstim,slight praise kink

Pathetic whines escaped Idia, though he made no attempt to move away from you. You thumbed the slit of his cock, watching in amusement as Idia thrashed under.

Or at least he was trying to thrash but it was completely pathetic, honestly he was so much weaker than you that he could struggle all he wanted but it was in vain. He couldn’t get away, not that he wanted to.

“Aah! Ah! So much s-so goood!” He whimpers, out, trying to thrust up into your hand. “T-thank you!” He trembles and you can feel his nails digging into your back as your free hand tease the glands of his throbbing cock.

“Good boy!” You praise, feeling him twitch in your hand in response. “You can cum again, right?” He quickly shakes his head earning a huff from you. “I’m sure you can handle more, come on.”

You get rougher with the tip of his cock, only using his own cum as lube. You drag your nails along his cock watching the panicked look on his face as your nails scrape the head of his cock.

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 1 year

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oh my gosh i luv ur stan hatefucking post 😭😭 i felt butterflies ITS SO GOOD

no bc hear me out i feel like cartman would totally do that... IMAGINE HE WOULD TOTALLY SNEAK IN CAUSE THE READERS PARENT HATE HIM

i love the idea u made and im asking if you could do it but with eric? :D if ya want to of coursee!!

- 🏩 anon :3

hi cutie!! thank you sm im really happy you enjoyed it :] !!!

cartman 10,000% would have to sneak in because he was such an asshole and your parents hate him.

like at midnight, here's eric cartman throwing rocks at your window. you'd open it and he'd accidentally hit you with a rock before laughing hysterically and climbing up.

"you're gonna wake up my dad, he'd kill you if he found you here." you roll your eyes and rub where the rock had hit you.

"your fault you talk so much shit on me to them"

"it's actually your fault you're such an asshole.." you mutter.

"'ey! what'd you say?" eric shouts and you smack his shoulder softly, shushing him loudly. "shut up!" you whisper shout. "why're you here?"

eric laughs, "i wouldn't be here for any reason other than to get my dick wet."

scoffing and rolling your eyes you lay down on your stomach, loudly sighing before he smacks your ass "ow, asshole!" you wince and he laughs.

too lazy and too tired to get up, you lie there and let eric strip you of your clothing. he kisses your back and whispers degrading comments at you.

eric brings his hand to your hips, pulling them up to leave you chest down and ass up in the air where he'd bring his hands to your wet cunt, teasing it before sliding his middle and ring fingers in, scissoring his way inside you. this pulls sweet moans from your mouth.

"shshsh, quiet slut." eric whispers out to you in a soft chuckle. but you couldn't help yourself. "such a loud little bitch, huh? yeah? need me to cover your mouth, huh? yeah?" he taunts in a baby voice with little nods as he slides his fingers out of you.

soon that hand is brought to your face where he pulls your head up by your jaw and eric shoves the two fingers that were just in your cunt into your mouth, soon sliding his cock into you.

the moans you attempted to let out were muffled by eric's fingers as his cock moves in and out of you, accelerating to a faster pace each thrust.

his other hand smacks your ass not too hard so it doesn't wake your parents, if they hadn't already awaken by the loud screeching of the bed.

the both of you were bound to get caught, just bound. and if you were, you feared not only cartman would be dead, but you would be too.

you'd known just how much your parents hated cartman, rightfully so. he was a jerk who'd bullied you your entire life ever since you were five years old.

"you're so stupid!" he'd laugh every time you'd get a question in class wrong. "slut!" he'd yell every time he'd seen you with a boyfriend. no matter what you did, eric was yelling or laughing at you for it.

you told your parents about everything he'd done, they also saw it. they hated him, so much.

it was fairly recently when you'd added a sexual aspect to your hateful relationship. ever since its gotten better with cartman, but not with your parents..

they still hated him, and that likely wouldn't stop.

"fu-ck–!" cartman groans quietly. "gonna cum.. cum with me precious."

when he said that you felt yourself growing closer to the edge. "cum with me, cum with me," he continued to repeat himself over and over again, every time he said it he thrusted harder.

and there that knot came undone and you came, feeling that warm liquid fill you up from cartman.

he'd lay beside you on his back, breathe heavily and softly chuckling. "can i stay the night, it's dark out."

"i guess so." you smile as he wraps his arms around you. "just be gone by morning."

#vanillaan #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman smut #eric cartman south park #south park smut #south park x reader #south park

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yoongswrites · 4 days

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Brutally Broken || BTS ff || 18+ || OT7 || Chapter 1

Pairing - Y/n x 0T7

Genre - Dark Romance

Warning ⚠ - Sensitive content ahead. Mature content. Forced s*x. Slapping. Unprotected s*x. Uncensored. Sl*t shaming. Weak Female lead. Self harm. Strong language. Read at your own risk.

"Please stop, it h-urts"

She placed her hand on his hard abs in order to stop him. He grabbed her hand and twisted it. She cried under him.

"Is she still not obedient yet?"

Namjoon said while drinking wine.

"Let me teach her a lesson"

Hoseok exclaimed and grabbed her face. He slapped his d*ck on her face.

"My little sl*t"

He forces his d*ck on her mouth. He growled loudly at the sudden warmness of her mouth.

"Ahh so good"

He fucked her mouth open. She choked as its too deep for her. She couldn't breath. Tears stream down her eyes.

Taehyung slammed himself on her wet p*ssy. His thrust were strong. She just laid there under them.

"She makes me hard"

Jimin laughed. He makes her held his cock and strokes himself.

Hoseok is getting desperate. He fasten his moments. His d*ck twitchs in her mouth.

She cried. She wanted to push him off her but she couldn't.

He is slamming himself in her mouth as if it's her pussy.

"I'm cumming slutty who're. Don't you dare to waste a drop"

He says and after few hard thrust he cums in her mouth. She felt breathless at a moment. She coughed. She couldn't swallow it all. Her throat is burning.

"You b*tch"

He slapped her face hard and grabbed her hairs roughly. He spits in her mouth.

"Sallow"

He commanded. She swallowed it. He pats her head.

"Now let me fuck that mouth"

Jimin exclaimed and hoseok left her. Jimin grabbed her face. He slapped her hard.

"You b*tch, you said I wasn't your type right? Now let me teach you what you deserve"

She shook her head. She felt helpless. She can feel Taehyung twitch inside her. Her head feels dizzy.

"P-please-"

She couldn't complete her sentence as jimin slammed his dick in her mouth.

"So warm. Just like that slutty pussy"

He started to fuck her mouth open. He almost choked her with his cock. Taehyung pulled himself put and thrusts in her ass hole.

She felt breathless. She couldn't move. Taehyung slapped her reddish tits. She started shaking terriblely.

"This hole is nothing but a cum dump. It's made to r*ped again and again. This bitch wants nothing but a big dick to fuck her brain out"

Taehyung moans and cums inside her. He leaves her and laid on the sofa. Namjoon walked towards and position himself at her entrance.

"So wet"

His sudden thrust was hard and strong. Jimin finally released in mouth. She couldn't sallow it quickly. She kept in her mouth. Jimin grabbed her neck.

"Disobedience bitch, Didn't jungkook teach to how to be obedient"

He chocked her hard cutting her breath out. She panicked and tried to remove his hands but nothing work.

Namjoon fucked her more aggressively. She is quite sensitive from the previous orgasm.

Jimin leaves her. She was thrown on the floor by namjoon. He hovered over her. He is the cruelest among them.

She feels her legs breaking. It hurts like hell. She mouth burns along with her pussy which is totally red in colour.

She feels disgusted. She couldn't take it anymore. Her loud cries filled the room. Blood started coming out of her vagina.

"S-low..Do-wn"

"you want it harder huh"

He thrusts aggressively. Her back slams against the floor with each thrust. He turned her over and slammed her from back.

He roughly grabbed her hairs. Her scalp are burning from pain. Her vision is getting blured.

Blood flows along her legs. Cum messily spread all over the bed.

He slapped her ass wanting her to thrust back. And she slowly did. He mercilessly thrusted inside her poor hole.

He cums inside her with a loud groan. He pulls out. But she was again thrusted by Seokjin.

"Still so tight"

He fucks her hard. He grabbed the belt and tied her hands.

"You're looking like a slutty dog. Just so freaking fuckable"

He groaned and aggressively thrusted the dildo inside her. She screamed at the sudden pain.

"Please stop"

She yelled and he grabbed her hairs. He bites her earlobe while slamming deep inside her.

She struggled to get out of his grip. He chocks her from behind.

Cum spread all over the floor. The floor is wet and messy.

"You *Thrust* Fucking *Thrust* Who're *Thrust*"

He after few minutes of hard thrust release her hands and weakly support herself.

He kept slamming until he cums deeply inside her. Her whole body aches. She is literally shaking. He let himself in her for few seconds and He pulls out and Her weak body hurts. Her face was bruised. She weakly held herself to stand but she falls on him.

She doesn't have any energy left. Her eyes doesn't have any tears left down. Her hands weakly hold on him. The person whom she thought she could spend her life with. The person with whom she shared her every secret, every sorrow, every happiness. The person whom she did nothing but loved him with her whole heart. The person whom she desired to be with.

Her teary eyes looks into his. Her bruised hands weakly hold into him.

Her Boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook.

This is just a mere imagination. Please don't take it seriously. i don't mean to hurt anyone emotions. There is no involvement of any member in such things. Please if you are sensitive reader then please don't read it. Im not forcing anyone to read it. Please don't take it seriously and get offended.

Do share your comment and vote down if you like it. Thank you...

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hoonstxr · 8 months

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Best Friend pt.2

Paring: fem!reader x friend!Sunghoon

type: smut

Warnings: just straight up smut…, 18+!

A/N: this is shorttt also sorry for the wait @beomibeom

Pt 1:

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Yn started dry humping him as he threw his head back in pleasure.

“Gosh come on let’s get these clothes off you, hm?” He said as she nodded while breathing heavy.

They struggled a little bit taking their clothes off as both of them giggled a bit before she sat back down on his lap.

“You want this baby?” She said putting his d!ck near her entrance.

“God Yn. If I didn’t want this I wouldn’t be in the position right now put it in baby” he said making her giggle and peck his nose before she sunk down on him.

“Mmph fuck” she moaned as he threw his head back.

“So tight and wet all for me, hm? This pretty pussy is mine right?” He questioned

She nodded, “Yeah Hoon- fuck mhm all yours I’m- augh all yours” she mumbled as he thrusted up in her.

He smiled at her words, “You’re all mine Yn”

“Hoon baby I’m so close. So, so close” she whined into his neck

“Cum baby let go” he said, him saying that was her last straw as she came hard around him moaning in his ear and he released in her making him moan with her.

he rocked her back a forth riding their high out as she sighed.

“You did so good” he said kissing her temple as she hummed.

“You did even better hoonie” she said as he lightly laughed.

“Let’s get you cleaned up yn”

She’s so lucky to have a hot best friend.

©️hoonstxr

#enhypen #enhypen smut #kpop smut #jake smut #enhypen imagines #jungwon smut #sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon smut #sunghoon.

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