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witchywithwhiskey · 13 days

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How about Bucky and “what are you going to do? punish me?”

Maybe we want something from our favorite super solider but can’t say the words and try to provoke him instead.

tempting fate in the park

pairing: father's business rival CEO!bucky barnes x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, fingering (f receiving), handjob, come play, come marking, public play, little bit of exhibitionism, dirty talk, light degradation, praise kink, pet names (darling), unspecified age gap, fluffy ending

word count: 4,000ish

a/n: i realized far too late that i didn't incorporate your premise at all, so sorry about that!!! also for everyone else, this is the fic where i was looking for a trope like 'dad's best friend'. i ended up going with 'dad's business rival' as a trope because it gave me a fun dynamic to play with!! hope y'all enjoy!! ♡♡

It was a beautiful spring afternoon and you were taking a slow, meandering stroll through Central Park, a sly smile on your face as you delighted in the knowledge that you had a secret. Beneath your flirty little sundress—the one you’d worn because the day was bright and warm and gorgeous—you were as bare as the day you were born.

The hem of your dress fluttered around your thighs, the cool breeze wafting through the park teasing you with the prospect of flashing some unsuspecting stranger with a salacious view of your most intimate place. Just the thought of that news getting back to your powerful CEO father had your smirk deepening. After all, it was fun to tempt fate.

But then, your afternoon took a fascinating turn when you spotted a familiar face walking down the same path as you, going in the opposite direction: Mr. James Buchanan Barnes—Bucky to his friends.

But you weren’t his friend, you were the daughter of his business rival. And it was a bitter rivalry.

You’d heard your father rage about Bucky on a number of occasions—cursing out the younger CEO for stealing some business or other from him. You were certain it didn’t help that Bucky was at least 10 years younger than your father, making his slights cut all the more.

Still, that didn’t stop your father from inviting Bucky to all his charity events and galas, always pretending to make nice with the younger CEO before whispering cutting remarks behind his back. It all seemed so ridiculous to you, but you didn’t mind the moments you were able to chat with Bucky.

He was handsome, after all—and single, if the rumors amongst New York City’s elite were to be believed. Plus, Bucky had an impish sort of charm that appealed to you, and you often wondered if perhaps he might be the man of your dreams, if only he wasn’t your father’s business rival.

But your father was nowhere near Central Park on that warm spring afternoon, and as you strolled casually down the path, your eyes watched Bucky closely as he walked in your direction. You didn’t think he’d noticed you yet, so you took the moment to appreciate the older man’s attractiveness.

His brown hair was swept back from his handsome face and styled in such a way that begged to have someone sink their fingers into his soft locks—and you wanted desperately to be that person. Trailing your gaze down his broad and tall body, you couldn’t help but think that Bucky looked distinguished, even with his slightly scruffy beard, and polished in a gray t-shirt, dark jacket and dark slacks.

Your eyes were only just wandering back to Bucky’s face when they snagged on his bright blue gaze. A devilish smirk curled Bucky’s soft lips and you knew you’d been caught gawking at the older man. Heat flamed in your cheeks—and other parts of your body—as Bucky approached you. But you refused to be embarrassed, so you lifted your chin and fixed a playful smile on your face, waiting for Bucky to come to you.

He stopped a polite distance away and greeted you with a nod of his head, his blue eyes sparkling and the edges of his mouth curved in a smirk. You did your best not to appear flustered as you exchanged pleasantries, noting how Bucky kept his eyes fixed respectfully on your face. That is, until he didn’t.

When the conversation lulled, Bucky’s gaze drifted down your body, taking in the way your dress hugged your curves, the neckline dipping low on your chest and the hem riding high on your thigh. The soft cotton fabric was molded to your body in a way that you knew would be obscene if the cut of the dress wasn’t so sweetly innocent. Your body warmed in response to Bucky’s attention and you swayed closer to the older man.

“That’s a pretty dress ya got on, darling,” Bucky rumbled, his voice going deliciously low, luring you in closer so you could hear him.

Your feet shuffled forward of their own accord and you watched intently while he finished his perusal of your body with a lingering look at your plush thighs. When Bucky’s gaze finally lifted back to yours, his blue eyes were sparkling in the bright spring sunshine, and he had a pleased smile on his handsome face.

“Why don’t you give me a twirl,” Bucky suggested, some of that impish charm in his tone. “Let me see how pretty it looks from every angle.”

You were about to do as Bucky said, but then you remembered what was beneath your dress—or, rather, what wasn’t beneath it. Heat rose to your cheeks and your gaze darted around, taking in the sheer amount of people who were in Central Park in the middle of a weekday afternoon. There were a lot of strangers who’d be treated to a view of your pussy if you twirled for Bucky.

It was one thing to go for a walk while not wearing any panties beneath your dress. That was tempting fate and hoping the springtime breeze didn’t make a spectacle of your nakedness. But it was another thing entirely to actually, purposefully, flash the busy city park just to give your father’s business rival what he wanted.

Steeling yourself, you returned your gaze to Bucky. “I don’t think that’s the best idea, Mr. Barnes,” you murmured in what you hoped was a playful conspiratorial voice. You lifted the corners of your mouth in a smirk that hopefully looked more mysterious than nervous, and hid how much your heart was racing.

Bucky seemed intrigued by your refusal and he shifted forward, his eyes dragging slowly down your body as if he was looking for the reason you’d said no. When he couldn’t find anything amiss, he lifted his gaze back to yours.

“What’s the matter, darling,” he asked in a warmly teasing voice. “You worried it might get back to your father that you flashed a peek of your panties in the park?” There was a challenge in his gaze, one you were all too happy to meet, even as your body heated with desire.

“Why, of course not, Mr. Barnes,” you murmured breathily, playing up the innocence in your voice, trying to make yourself sound more sultry. Leaning in, you pressed a hand to his broad chest and pretended you were confiding in him, your head tilting back to hold his gaze. “I’m worried I’d flash much more than my panties if I twirled around in my dress.”

You felt Bucky’s stiffen beneath your fingertips and delighted in the way you felt him suck in a sharp breath, sizzles of desire zinging through your body and making you feel like you’d swallowed a whole bottle of champagne. Bucky’s eyes darkened as they roved over your face, like he was trying to discern whether you were telling the truth.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, darling?” he rumbled, his voice low, sending a deliciously dangerous shiver down your spine.

It was difficult to keep the innocent look on your face, but you managed, even if the corners of your mouth fluttered with the smirk you wanted to set loose. Instead of answering Bucky’s question, you cocked your head to the side, pretending you didn’t understand what he was asking.

“Are you telling me you’re not wearing panties?” he asked, barely leashed emotion in his voice. It was deep and dark and you thought it might be anger, especially when he continued on in a voice that was as rough as gravel. “In the middle of a busy park, where anyone could look up your skirt—or touch you?”

A snort left you before you could hold it back. You couldn’t help it, Bucky’s words sounded like a chastisement, which was silly because you were a grown woman and you knew the risks of going out without panties on. So you gave him the bratty response you felt his words deserved.

“What are you going to do? Punish me?” you snarked, giving him a sweetly patronizing smile.

But it seemed you judged Bucky wrong because he only pressed closer to you, looming above you, a wicked smirk spreading across his face.

“Darling, I’m not your daddy, I’m not gonna punish you,” he rumbled, holding your gaze captive while his fingers brushed against your though, trailing up under your skirt ever so slightly. He watched your chest heave as your breath hitched in your throat and slipped his hand between your legs, teasing the inside of your thighs beneath your skirt. “But you might have to worry about a public indecency charge given what I’m gonna do with you.”

“What’re you gonna do with me, Mr. Barnes?” you asked, unable to catch your breath for all the warmth and riotous sensation flooding your body.

Bucky gripped your chin with his other hand, holding you still so all you could do was stare into his sparkling blue eyes. “I’m gonna do whatever I damn well please, darling,” he said in a low, firm voice. Then he ducked down and pressed a hot kiss to your lips that felt like you were sealing a deal with the devil.

Before you could even hope to catch your breath, Bucky had wrapped one arm around your waist and the other around your upper arm, walking you further into the park, keeping his pace quick. Your feet stumbled along with him, and you wondered dazedly what exactly he was going to do with you.

It wasn’t long before Bucky had led you into one of the more wooded areas of the park, finding a path that was deserted before he looked both ways and tugged you into the trees. He pulled you deep enough into the foliage that you were obscured from view of anyone on the path, then turned to you with a look of greedy hunger on his handsome face.

Pressing you up against a tree, Bucky’s mouth descended on yours and he set about devouring you.

His lips were soft, but unyielding, and possessive in the way they plundered your mouth, his hands just as demanding, tugging down the front of your dress beneath your tits so they were pushed up in an offering to your father’s business rival. Bucky accepted them eagerly, groping your soft flesh and plucking at your nipples until you gasped loudly into his mouth.

“Shh, darling,” Bucky muttered with a teasing smirk, “you’re gonna have to be quieter than that.” His free hand wrapped around your throat and pinned you to the tree, a wordless threat in the loose way he held you, but didn’t choke you. Yet.

It made a delicious heat flare through your body, and again, you rose to the challenge in his words. Lifting your chin, you looked Bucky dead in the eye and murmured, “Make me, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened and his fingers squeezed a little tighter around your throat, digging into the sides and making your heart race as you hiccuped a gasp of desire.

“You’re such a filthy girl, darling,” Bucky rumbled, pressing a kiss to the apple of your cheek before dragging his mouth to your ear. “Makes me so fucking hard.” His hips bucked against yours and you felt the truth of his words.

Trailing your fingers down Bucky’s chest, you teased along the hem of his pants, wanting desperately to take him into your hand, but you paused. Catching Bucky’s eye, you let him see the wordless question in your eyes. It was only when he nodded that you eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, reaching inside and wrapping your hand around Bucky’s cock.

“So big,” you whispered wondrously, stroking his thick cock in your hand. You flicked your wrist, squeezing the tip and watched as Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut, the older man letting out a restrained groan at the feeling of you jerking him off. “Now who needs to be quiet, Mr. Barnes,” you teased, smirking up at him.

That had Bucky’s eyes snapping open and in the next breath his hand slipped between your legs, trailing up your thighs until his fingers brushed against your bare pussy. You were practically dripping for him, and you were certain he could feel it from the way his blue eyes darkened, pupils blowing wide with desire as he cursed.

“Fuck, you really aren’t wearing panties,” he bit out on a low groan, a little bit of surprise in his tone. Still, he seemed pleased by the revelation. His fingers dipped into your slit, his eyes watching your lips part in a soft moan while he teased your hole until your knees trembled beneath you. His expression shifted to one of affection, even as he rumbled, “You’re trouble, darling, d’you know that?”

Heat and pleasure swirled through your body so furiously, you were afraid you might collapse to your knees, even with Bucky’s hand wrapped around your throat and his other teasing your soaking wet folds, but you managed to shrug nonchalantly. “I’m only trouble if I get caught,” you replied blithely, giving Bucky a mischievous smile.

He chuckled, the sound low and raspy and devolving into a groan when you stroked his cock harder, your fist gripping him firmly. He gave you a heated look, then pushed two fingers into your tight hole and choked you at the same moment. It was a good thing he did, because his hand cut off the loud moan that would’ve spilled from your lips at the delicious intrusion of his fingers.

“Let’s make sure we don’t get caught then, darling,” he rumbled, fucking you with his fingers, his palm slapping quietly against your clit as he set a fast, hard rhythm. Pleasure spun through your mind, so sharp and delicious it made you struggle to keep up with the older man, your fist working his cock at the same furious pace he set.

All the while, Bucky held your gaze captive with his own, his eyes every so often drifting down to watch the way your chest heaved with panting breaths, your tits bouncing out of the confines of your dress, or the way your lips were parted as you tried to get enough oxygen to your lungs through his squeezing hand.

You, too, watched your father’s business rival come undone right before your eyes. His handsome face was flushed, his cheeks pink above his beard, his blue eyes darkening even further, and his soft mouth twisting in a snarl of pleasure. When his hips began thrusting into your hand, you suspected he was close, which he confirmed with his heated question.

“Where d’you want me to come?” Bucky ground out through clenched teeth, his hand loosening around your neck to let you speak. But he didn’t stop pounding into your cunt with his fingers and it was difficult to think. You were halfway lost to pleasure, which was your only excuse for the answer that slipped from your mouth.

“Come on my pussy, sir—please,” you begged, your voice husky and as quiet as you could manage with the way a pleasured cry was building in your chest. Rucking up your dress with your free hand, you stared into Bucky’s eyes as you murmured, “Mark me with your come.”

Bucky choked off the moan that threatened to fall from his lips, shoving his fingers deep in your cunt and pressing against a spot that had you seeing stars. Pleasure coiled tight in your core, but when he ground his palm against your clit, you were lost to him.

Your entire being shattered apart as you came on his hand, your mouth dropping open and your body shaking from overwhelming sensation. Thankfully, Bucky choked you hard enough to silence the scream of pleasure that wanted to break free, the restriction of air making you feel the pleasure of your release more acutely.

It was only when darkness began to creep into the edges of your vision and the waves of your orgasm began to abate, that Bucky loosened his hold on you. His hand fell away from your throat entirely and he kissed you fiercely, his lips praising you wordlessly.

You were so distracted by his mouth that it took you a moment to realize his hand had dropped from your throat to wrap around yours. He was guided your fingers up and down his cock, helping you stroke him fast and firm.

Ending the kiss with a low gasp, Bucky pressed his forehead to yours and looked down between your bodies to where he was using your hand to jerk his cock, like your fist was his own personal fleshlight. The sight was so erotic, your pussy fluttered around Bucky’s fingers, which were still inside you.

“Ya want me to come on your pussy, darling?” Bucky huffed, his chest heaving with heavy breaths even as he managed a teasing tone. “Want your daddy’s biggest business rival to mark your cunt with my seed, huh?”

“Yes, sir, please,” you begged in a breathy voice, wanting nothing more in that moment. You didn’t know where the desire came from, but you didn’t question it—only gave into it.

“Gonna make a mess of you, darling,” Bucky rumbled in warning, though his words only succeeded in turning you on again. Your pussy clenched around him again, making him huff a laugh even as he went on. “You’re gonna be dripping with my come for the rest of the afternoon.”

God help you, but you wanted it. You wanted to feel his come splash against your soft skin, you wanted the dirty, delicious knowledge that you were covered in his come beneath your dress while no one was the wiser. You wanted it so badly that you begged again, “Please, Mr. Barnes, please come on my pussy—I want it.”

Bucky closed his eyes like he was in pain, like your words were his undoing, and then he captured your lips, using your mouth to muffle his sounds of pleasure as he came. You felt the warm ropes of Bucky’s come spray against your mound and lower belly, rolling down your body. You kissed Bucky back fiercely, swallowing down every grunt and groan he uttered while he unleashed himself.

When he finally finished, he pulled away and you both looked down your body, watching where Bucky’s come caught in his hand cupping your pussy. He used his palm to rub his seed into your skin, making your cunt even messier than before. Both of you moaned at the sight, your body clenching tight a the debauchery of the moment.

“Fuck, darling, I can feel the way your pussy’s squeezing me,” Bucky muttered, looking up and catching your eye, giving you a charmingly devilish grin. “Makes me think you want me to dump my next load deep in your cunt.”

Your head fell back against the tree behind you and you let out a low, filthy moan of delight, making Bucky’s eyes darken again. But before either of you could say anything more—before you could beg your father’s business rival to come deep in your pussy—the sounds of people walking by on the park trail not too far from where you stood broke through your private moment.

Realizing the precariousness of your situation, Bucky quickly, but gently, eased his hand from your pussy and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his fingers clean. You were too dazed from pleasure to move yet, but when he swiped it against your belly, cleaning his seed off your skin, you whimpered in disappointment.

“Shh, darling, I just wanna get us out of the park without getting that public indecency charge,” Bucky murmured comfortingly, pressing a kiss to your temple that made you smile and stop your protests.

He pocketed the dirtied handkerchief and tucked his cock back into his pants, then helped you fix your dress. Easing you away from the tree, Bucky shed his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders to hide the scratches and indents from the bark.

You leaned heavily into Bucky’s side as he walked you back through the park toward the entrance near which you’d first spotted him. It was only when Bucky guided you to the passenger door of a nice looking car that you found your voice again.

“Where are we going, Mr. Barnes?” you asked, a little teasing tone in your voice. When you looked up into Bucky’s handsome face, you wore an impish smirk, hoping he wasn’t done with you yet.

Bucky pushed you gently back against the side of his car, his hands on your hips beneath his jacket and his body looming over yours. A shiver of delight raced down your spine and you reached up, carding your fingers through his soft brown hair like you’d wanted to when you first saw him. Bucky turned his head and kissed the inside of your wrist before pinning you with his intense gaze.

“I’m taking you back to my place, darling,” Bucky murmured softly, a smile on his lips that turned amused. “Did you think a little fooling around in the park was all I wanted?”

You squirmed in his arms, feeling young and insecure all of a sudden under the weight of the older man’s fierce stare. Dropping your gaze to his beard, you avoided his eye as you spoke.

“I don’t know what you want, Mr. Barnes,” you confessed, realizing only after the words fell from your lips that you meant more than just what Bucky planned to do with you that day. Feelings rushed through your body, your heart pounding in your chest and you felt shy in front of Bucky for the first time.

But he seemed to know exactly how to handle your sudden change of mood. Curling a finger under your chin, he tilted your face up to look at him. His blue eyes were sparkling with a warm affection that made you settle a little.

“I want everything you’re willing to give me,” he rumbled in a gentle voice before ducking down and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. When he broke the kiss, he didn’t pull back far, keeping his face close to yours. “And please, call me Jamie,” he murmured, a tenor of vulnerability in his tone that surprised you.

You smiled against his mouth, finding it easier to tease him again. “I thought all your friends called you Bucky,” you whispered, your body lighting up at his continued closeness. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your chest to his, enjoying the way your nipples dragged against his t-shirt.

Bucky chuckled and you could feel the sound reverberate in your chest, sending heat curling through your body. “Darling,” he said, his tone affectionately teasing. “You’re much more than a friend, wouldn’t you say?”

At that, you managed a cheeky smile, leaning back to let him see your happy expression. “Yeah, I would,” you said, leaning in to kiss him again. That time, it was your turn to devour his mouth, enjoying the taste and feel of him as you made out against his car.

When you finally pulled away, it was with a sigh of, “Jamie.”

With a pleased smile on his face, Bucky helped you into his car, his hand immediately settling possessively on your thigh once he’d sat in the driver’s seat. You relaxed into the soft leather seat, unable to think of anything else except how content you were with the turn your spring afternoon had taken.

Perhaps you’d been tempting fate by walking around the park without anything on under your dress. But it seemed fate had led you straight into the arms of Bucky, so you couldn’t feel even a little bit remorseful for your reckless behavior.

Especially not when Bucky squeezed your thigh and flashed you a charming smile that had you thinking your father’s business rival might just turn out to be the man of your dreams after all.

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lemonlover1110 · 10 months

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Sooo I was wondering if you would write about toji being a police officer and he forgot his lunch at home so you take it to him and instead of him eating his lunch he eats us out in the back of his police car.

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Squirting, cop!Toji

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Toji sits in the police station, hungry, patiently waiting for his wife to come with his lunch. After forgetting his lunch at home, Toji usually goes out to eat but you agreed upon saving money. So now he waits, trying his best to be patient. His stomach growls and he swears he’s going to faint because he’s waited for so long.

He’s a big man, he can’t go without food for long. He pulls out his old flip phone to send you a message, but he sees you walk in with a plastic bag. He isn’t looking at the bag though when you walk in with a flowy short sundress. He licks his lips as you walk toward him. His mouth is salivating just looking at you.

When you get to him, you peck his lips and hand him the bag. You give them the sweetest smile that gives him the dirtiest thoughts known to man. “I’ll see you at home, baby. I made your lunch extra special today.”

“Honey–” He grabs your hand, stopping you from walking away. “Will you walk with me for a second?”

“Uh… Sure.” You respond happily even though you’re confused as to why he needs you. You follow behind him, taking his hand as he guides you out. You can’t help but ask, “Where are we going?”

“I have an emergency.” He tells you and your brows furrow, wondering why he’s walking you out. You get to his cop car, and he opens the backseat door.

“What? Am I under arrest or something?” You joke as he’s pushing you into the car. You wonder what he’s doing until his hands cup your face and he kisses your lips. He mutters,

“God, you look so fucking hot.” And you immediately know what’s about to happen. You bite down on your lip as you look up at him. He forgets his hunger for food, he wants something else, “Wanna taste you so bad.”

You slide till the other end of the car, till your back is pressed against the door, and you lift up your dress, and spread your legs. Toji nearly has a heart attack when he sees that you don’t have panties on, and while he’d scold you, right now he has a nasty smirk on his face. He gets into the car and closes the door. His knees are on the floorboard, and his hand slaps your pussy which earns a whine from you.

“Be nice, Toji.” You tell him. His lips kiss your cunt and he says,

“Sorry, baby, I’m just hungry.” He responds. His tongue licks through your folds, maintaining eye contact with you until his mouth begins to suck on your clit.

His hand goes up, and he presses his index and middle finger against your bottom lip; you open your mouth and when he shoves his fingers in, you roll your tongue around his fingers. He takes his fingers out of your mouth and moves them down to your cunt, before he pushes them inside of you. His fingers are so thick, they’re making you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

He slowly moves his them in and out of you, curling them. Your hands run through his hair and you grip a handful of it when he curves his fingers so they press against your sweet spot. You can’t help but moan, “Oh, Toji!”

You toss your head back, pressing against the car window as Toji flicks your clit. God, the last thing you expected when you came to drop your husband’s lunch was to end up in the back of a cop car and get eaten out by him. You’re not complaining though– That’s the last thing you’re doing, his name softly leaving your lips. You have to put your hand over your mouth because the car can’t drown out all noises.

“Fuck, baby, it’s so good.” You exhale. He takes his fingers out of your cunt and his tongue moves down until it reaches your hole. He teases your entrance before his tongue plunges into you. You’re in cloud nine, especially when his thumb begins to play with your clit.

He’s moving his tongue around, and you feel that pressure build up in your stomach. You’re holding back on not screaming his name because you don’t want everyone inside the building to think Toji committed a homicide. When he looks up at you he sees your face contorted with pleasure, and when you look down at him you see how focused and eager he is to be eating you out.

This is truly the best lunch that you could’ve prepared. Toji is humming and moaning, letting you know just how much he’s loving this. There’s nothing the man loves more than eating his wife out while he’s supposed to be working– Or, well, on his break.

He takes his tongue out and moves it back to your clit. His tongue is sloppy flicking your clit but it’s getting the job done, and he pushes his fingers inside of you. He doesn’t waste any time moving his fingers around as they go straight to your sweet spot and brush against it repeatedly. Your hand keeps holding on to his hair as your orgasm continues to build up. You keep moaning his name over and over again, until you finally reach your high. You squirt all over him, and get the car dirty as well

What Toji loves about it the most is that you make a fucking mess. Not only is his uniform dirty but the car as well. He has to hold back on continuing, but he has to eat some actual food before he faints– And maybe try to clean himself and the car up. When you come down your high, the first words that leave your mouth are, “Sorry, honey. I can help you clean up– Is that your coworker?”

You hadn’t noticed one of Toji’s buddies right by the window. You fix yourself up, putting down the dress, while Toji chuckles. You wonder for how long he had been standing there watching as your husband ate you out. Toji just rolls his eyes and shoos his coworker away as he continues laughing. Your face is extremely warm, and you don’t know if you’ve lost your sense of humor but you can’t find this situation funny.

Toji simply cups your face again before he tells you,

“Thank you for lunch, honey. I’ll see you back at home.”

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 month

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jax is THE "obsessed with his girl when she wears sundresses or those slip nightgowns" like theres a CRIMINAL lack of fanfic around him going bark bark awooga over that shit do u agree with me

Sundress.

it’s sundress season. jax can’t keep his hands to himself.

pairing - jax teller x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. jax is a terror.

word count - 1.5/2k maybe? i’ll check later.

authors note - you’re so right. that man is not surviving sundress season.

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You felt it as soon as he walked in.

There’s always an atmosphere between you and Jax. A tension that’s alive, crackling, buzzing with anticipation of itself.

You’ve been waiting for the honeymoon phase to wear off for years. It never has.

All evening, he’s been watching you.

Careful, concentrated blue eyes repeatedly raking over your figure. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

Eventually, it’s making it too hard to work. You ask one of the girls to take over the bar and stride across the space, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him into the back room.

“Okay baby, I like it when you-”

“Cut it out.”

He stops in his tracks, slightly taken aback.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, Jax. Cut it the fuck out.”

He leans against the wall, cool as ever, eyes still wandering.

“Cut what out?”

“That!” you scold, smacking his chest. “The eye fucking. I’m trying to work.”

“I’m just looking at you.”

“You are not just looking at me. You look like you’re going to bend me over the bar at any given moment. Stop it.”

“I can’t help it, darlin’.”

He takes a step forward, sliding his hands across your hips and pulling you into him.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty in this dress. It’s takin’ everything in me to not rip it off you.”

You try to stand your ground, but his warm body pressing into yours is making it difficult.

“You can do whatever you want to me when we get home,” you tease, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “When we get home.”

“That a promise?”

“It is if you can cool it with the stares. You’re scaring people.”

“Good.”

He kisses you roughly, hands migrating down to palm at your ass. You moan into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck to stay steady.

“Jax,” you hiss as you pull away. “Everyone’s gonna think we’re fucking back here. Behave.”

“I like it when you tell me to behave,” he smirks, smoothing out the skirt of your dress.

“Behave,” you repeat, tugging his hair roughly. His eyes close in bliss and for a moment, you debate just letting him have you now.

Remembering the entire reason for this conversation, you slap his cheek lightly.

“Best behaviour until the end of my shift. You hear me, Jackson?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He mock salutes you before stealing a quick kiss. Opening the door for you, he smacks your ass as you walk by, laughing when you turn around to glare at him.

“I mean it.”

“Oh I know, baby.”

To his credit, he reels it in. Slightly.

He’s still watching your every move, but with a little less intensity than before. You catch his eyes occasionally, winking as you grin. He shakes his head, beaming smile on his face telling you everything you need to know.

As the night comes to a close, people start to vacate the bar and make their way home, drunk and merry. Jax sticks around, arm slung over the back of the booth as he watches you clean.

“You two gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, Chibs, we’re good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek before leaving, as you hear his bike roar to life.

As soon as Jax has confirmation he’s gone, he’s getting up, sauntering over to where you’re wiping down the bar top.

“What’s my prize?”

“Hmm?”

You look up at him with big doe eyes and he almost melts, leaning across the wood towards you.

“What’s my prize? For behaving myself?”

“You’re insufferable,” you laugh. “You’re supposed to behave yourself.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You shake your head and lean down to throw the rag under the sink. When you stand up, Jax is pressed against you, body warm and firm.

“Hi.”

His big hands cradle your face, rough and gun calloused.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty.”

You flush, heat rising across your chest. Jax lunges in, smashing his lips to yours and pushing you up against the bar. The lip of the wood is digging into your back as he presses you into it further, rocking his hips into yours as he kisses you.

You gasp as he bites down on your lip, so he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like beer and cigarettes and the gum he chews because he knows you like it. You tangle your fingers into his hair, trying to plaster yourself to him.

Jax leans down and presses open mouthed kisses to your ear, your neck, your collarbones, your chest. No skin goes left untouched as you tilt your head to give him more access. He smirks at how quickly you’ve relented.

“I know you wanted this,” he murmurs against your throat. “Wanted it just as bad as me, didn’t you?”

When you don’t respond, he snakes a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, Jax. Please.”

He presses his lips into the junction of your shoulder as his hand slips underneath your dress. He traces you over your underwear, cupping you as he chuckles.

“Filthy girl. So fuckin’ wet.”

You drop your head forward into his chest, trying to take deep breaths so you don’t pass out.

“Can’t take my time with you like I want to,” he murmurs. “Don’t want anyone walking in and seeing you like this.”

In the blink of an eye he’s spinning you around, hand on your shoulder blades to push you down onto the bar top. He flips the skirt of your dress up, bunching it around your waist.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day. Pretty fuckin’ girl.”

Jax pulls your underwear to the side as he fumbles with his jeans, pushing them down just enough. You feel the warmth of him behind you, sliding through your wet heat with ease.

“Please,” you whine. “Don’t tease.”

“Needy baby.”

His tone is so patronising, so condescending, that on any other day you’d slap him. But in this current moment, the only thing you can thing about how is how you might die if he doesn’t fuck you soon.

“Okay, honey. I’ll give you what you want. Only because you look so fuckin’ gorgeous in this dress.”

He slides himself home as both of you groan. You rest your head on your folded arms on the bar as his hands find your hips, setting a brutal pace instantly.

His rhythm is consistent, deep thrusts reverberating through the core of you. Your knees threaten to give out as he knocks your entire body forward, his hips smacking into yours.

His mouth is running constantly, spewing filth right into your ear as he breathes down your neck.

“Prettiest fuckin’ girl I’ve ever seen. This goddamn dress. Drivin’ me insane.”

“Yeah darlin’, just like that. Fuck, baby. S’good.”

“You feel like heaven, fuck. Atta girl.”

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. That’s it, there we go.”

You can’t do anything but take it, babbling nonsense right back at him. He chuckles, snaking his hand around your front to circle your clit.

His fingers are your undoing, clenching around him like a vice as your legs give out. All you can do is whine his name, all high pitched and breathy.

“Fuck, baby.”

Jax comes as soon as he feels you, groaning as he rests his head on your back. He squeezes your hips a couple of times, kissing across your skin.

You’re both revelling in your post orgasm bliss when the door flies open, hitting the wall and startling you both.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, lovebirds.”

Chibs is grinning, laughing as he looks around the booth where he was sitting. He finds his keys on the floor, holding them up as he shakes his head at the two of you.

Jax pulls out of you and buttons himself up, smoothing your dress down to preserve your decency. You hide your face in his chest as he chuckles, the sound rumbling through the both of you.

“See ya tomorrow!” the Scotsman yells as he leaves, stupid smile on his face.

“What did I tell you about behaving?”

Jax can’t help but laugh at you, pulling you in to press a kiss to your head.

“Let’s go home, pretty girl. Wanna fuck you in this dress a couple more times.”

@lauratang @ladyjbrekker @myhappyplaceofstuff

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gojonanami · 8 months

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DESSERT BEFORE DINNER ☆ SATORU GOJO

☆ summary: satoru can't wait to have you until you get back from the sister school event, so he convinces you to have "dessert" before dinner. ☆ cw: 18+ only, smut, semi-exhibitionism, bathroom sex, fingering( afab!receiving), oral (afab!receiving), jealousy , god complex gojo, reader is a follow sorcerer at jujutsu tech. ☆ wc: 1,230

“Satoru, we can’t-“ your sentence is cut off as he slips another finger into your dripping cunt.

“Your pussy seems to disagree,” and his lips curl upwards, satisfied with his work, your messy cunt was weeping all over his fingers, “you’re practically sucking me in,” he groans at the nasty wet sounds his fingers made as they slid in and out, “do you want my dick that badly, sweetheart?”

“Satoru,” you whine, as his fingers drag down your walls teasing you open, as more of your cum drips down his fingers and onto his wrist. He leans over and licks it off, “we don’t have time for you to get in all your teasing,” you’re looking at the locked door to the bathroom, hearing the faint footsteps of people walking by, “someone could find us,”

It didn’t help that you were in the middle of a dinner event for after the sister school event, where Satoru had plied you with sweet words and wandering touches, away into a not nearly remote enough bathroom.

But the strongest sorcerer looks far too unconcerned, with his shit eating grin, as he slips his fingers from you, leaving you empty only for a moment, “thank you for the meal,” he smiles cheekily, before his mouth is lapping at your lips, and he’s not bothering to be gentle or quiet, messily slurping at your pussy and clit, “you’re practically gushing,” he remarks, and you can feel his smirk against your skin, “not that I’m complaining,” he presses one last kiss to your puffy clit.

“Satoru,” you’re whining now, as he does his belt, buckle clacking as he does, making you lean against the sink, his hands spreading you for him to look at, “hurry up and-“

And he slips into you in one movement, splitting you open, as you barely stop yourself from your head hitting the mirror, instinctively covering your mouth to hold back your moans — but Satoru isn’t having any of that.

He pins your hands with one hand, stopping his movements, “Not having you hold back your beautiful sounds now, can I baby? I want to hear just how good I’m making you feel,” he’s kissing your neck, as he rolls his hips into harshly, making your walls tighten around him, “gotta make sure all those men out there that were ogling you know who you belong to,”

“Is this all because you’re jealous?” You almost laugh, but he rolls his hips into you again, ripping a moan from your mouth.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want this,” he grunts, his thrusts nearly pistoning in and out of you, “walking around in this sundress that shows enough but nothing at all, you knew what it did to me, and you wanted to end up here under me,” and he’s pulling out to flip you around so you can see yourself in the bathroom mirror, “look at you, so pliant under my touch,”

And then you hear voices outside the bathroom trying to turn the knob, and he slows for a moment, hearing men’s laughter, he starts to roll his hips, “Fuck-“ you yelp, as he seems to fuck you impossibly harder, “Satoru,” you hiss.

“Let them hear how good I fuck my baby,” he grins in the mirror, and it makes you grow tighter, and it doesn’t escape his notice, “fuck, you trying to keep this dick inside you, sweetheart? I know it’s good, but I’ll fuck you anytime, you don’t have to keep it,” and you moan his name, “that’s it, keep fucking moaning my name, make them wish that they can see you like this,” and he’s cupping your chin, forcing you to see yourself fucked out, his dick going in and out of you, all spread out, mouth partially open, “maybe I’ll fuck you out there, let them see what they can never have, eat you out as my dinner course and dessert,”

“Satoru,” you groan, as his hand slips down to your neck, squeezing lightly, as your pleasure begins to climb, the thought of people hearing you slipping further and further away, “more, please,”

He laughs, almost melodically, “and my innocent girl wants more? After asking me to stop,” and he hums in mock contemplation, “maybe we should stop,” and he starts to slow just as you’re starting to approach your peak, “go back to the party,”

“T-toru, please,” and he’s pulling out, teasing you with his tip, letting his pre-cum drag and mix against with your cum, “please I need you,”

“Do you?” He kisses your neck, his teeth grazing against your pulse, “you can get any of those men out there to please you, can't you?”

And you’re shaking your head, “No I need you, just you, no one would compare,” you’re almost blathering, until he captures your lips again.

“Tell me you’re mine,” and he’s almost slipping into you again, his tip parting your sloppy folds, as you gasp.

“I’m yours, just yours, please I need you, Satoru—“ you’re nearly begging, pleading for him to fuck you, and you moan as he thrusts you again, splitting you open as he does, “Satoru, my god,”

“You don’t have to call me god, baby, just Satoru is fine,” and you can’t even roll your eyes, too lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Close - ‘m close,” you manage, before he’s catching your lips in a sloppy kiss, his fingers slipping down to your clit, “fuck—“

“Come for me baby, I need you to scream my name,” and you do as he says, coming hard and fast, slick around his dick only makes him fuck you harder through your orgasm, “come on my perfect girl I need one more from you,”

“‘Toru,” you don’t get a break as your orgasm just starts to build into another, as his balls slap against you, as he sinks into you deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, can’t wait to cum in this cunt, made me for me and only me,” he’s groaning, “can’t wait to walk out of this bathroom, you dripping with my cum inside you, sticky and wet, and fucked out, gonna fuck it inside you again in the car ride home, and then have you suck out the rest of my cock,” his hips begin to stutter as you crest once again, about to cum, “gonna cum baby,”

And you do as he does, fucking you through his orgasm, beginning to slow. He lingers inside you as you two come down from your high, and soon he’s kissing you, your lips, your neck, your collarbone, “My good fucking girl,” he purrs, as he eases out of you, and he groans, watching his cum slip out of you as it does, fucked out, his dick covered in your slick.

You’re not used to the emptiness before his fingers begin collecting his cum and pushing it back inside you, “Toru,” you whine, as he slips two fingers in with ease, and he’s grinning.

“Just a moment sweetheart, just got to make sure it stays in there,” and he slips out just as he pulls your underwear back into place, and he’s helping to clean you up, pressing a kiss to your thigh, as you look down at him, leaning your back against the sink now, a dangerous glint in his eyes, “I have to make good on that promise, now don’t I?”

☆ a/n: so this just emerged from my mind after watching the first few episodes of season 2 and starting to read the manga. gojo would absolutely love to do something like this. though he def prefers having you in private :)

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alcoholfreenayeon · 3 months

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You and Karina go on a cute picnic date but instead of having the food you guys brought you decide to eat something else…her

A/N: Well….the timing is a bit awkward but we move. Dont lose hope Karina nation, y’all will rise again. Sorry if it’s a bit short. The g!p Mina fic will be next, tomorrow hopefully.

Thirsty

Karina x reader

CW: Smut, some fluff

Karina was still taking pictures while you had already sat down and were watching her with a smile, thinking how pretty she is. A few moments later, she comes back to sit by your side, looking at the photos when she notices you staring at her, she smiles at you and goes back to posting the pictures. She then puts her phone down and goes through the basket to see what she wants to eat when she sees that you are still looking at her.

“What…”, she says looking down and blushing a little.

“You are really really pretty”, you say, smirking, enjoying her sudden shyness.

“Let’s just eat…weren’t you the one complaining you were hungry”, she says pretending not to hear you but the red cheeks were quite visible.

“You are right”, you admit with a smile, “but I want some-”

“Shush!”, she cuts you off, reading your intentions almost immediately, rolling her eyes.

You sigh and decide to stop your pursuit for now when Karina catches you by surprise.

“I suppose….”, she didn’t even finish her sentence when you were already spreading her legs. She sighs and rolls her eyes again but a slight blush was visible and she couldn’t help but bite her lips gently as she watched you be so eager for her.

Karina leaned against a tree while you put yourself in between her legs. You couldn’t stop smiling and who wouldn’t, when someone like Karina is in front of you, waiting to be eaten out. You start by kissing and caressing her thighs, taking your time, kissing, rubbing and even gently sucking her inner thighs.

Meanwhile Karina could only sigh in contentment, her breathing slowly getting heavier as she gets more and more aroused.

You continue to tease her when suddenly you both hear some laughter in the distance….

“Someone’s coming!”, Karina panicked, trying to move your head away.

You reluctantly pull away, looking around for the source while Karina quickly readjusted her sundress. A few seconds later you both could see a small group of people walking by, you smile and greet them and smile back, chatting to themselves as they walk past. Karina could only look down, staring at the basket, her face flushed.

You both wait a few minutes to make sure the coast is clear and take a sigh of relief. Karina looks at you and squeals when you suddenly kiss her.

But she starts to kiss you back and you both make out for a couple minutes and then you pull away and begin to kiss her neck. She softly moans, closing her eyes and letting you do what want but when you begin to go lower, she jolts back to reality, grabbing your shoulders.

“What are you doing???”, she asks, “we were already almost caught! We can’t kee-”

You cut her off by kissing her again and she gives in again letting you kiss her. When you both end the kiss, you can’t help but smirk while she sighs, huffing and looking away but she’s flushed, “you always get your way….do what you want”

You suppress a smile and turn her cheek so she faces you, “I’ll stop then since you aren’t in the mood”.

She looks at you, gritting her teeth and just for a moment, you see her bite her lip but she tries to hide it, “No, might as well continue now”.

You smirk and get down to business, going back to teasing her but moving closer and closer to where she wants you which becomes more and more evident from her small gasps and sighs. However, you don’t let off her easy and stop there, so close yet so far and just take your sweet time sucking and gently biting her inner thighs until you finally heard her plead for you to continue.

And then you finally get to it, moving her panties to the side, you give her a few long licks bottom to top making her breathe hard and shiver before diving right in, licking all her sweet spots causing her to start whining. You eat her out like she likes it and soon enough you feel her legs tighten around you and her hands on your head as Karina now begins to pant hard, trying not to be loud when suddenly once again you both hear voices in distance.

Karina panics again, “stop, stop some-”.

You cut her off by placing your hand on her mouth and continue to lick her even more intensely and she bites down on your hand and begins to practically choke you on her thighs and you could tell she was getting real close. She covers her face with one hand while gripping your hair tightly with other. A few moments later you feel her whole body jolt and shake as she cums but you don’t stop and instead begin to suck her clit while starting to finger her and Karina screams, throwing herself back as she jerks around from the mind numbing pleasure and suddenly falls silent, unable to make a sound, unable to comprehend the pleasure and she cums again, even harder this time and falls limp.

You keep going for a few moments more before stopping and admiring her as she pants and slowly comes back to her senses. Karina can just look at you from below with lust in her eyes. You move up to her and give her a peck, smiling mischievously. She sits back up after a minute, quickly making herself presentable, still panting, “you can stop smiling now”, she says rolling her eyes but she had a small smile.

You keep grinning and begin to dig into the basket when she leaps on you, looking at you with intent as she pushes you down, “don’t think you’re the only one who can get their way”, she says smirking as her hands begin to reach down.

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slut4thebroken · 3 months

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Pool Party

(smut prompt 70 “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice”)

Pairing | Neil Lewis × reader

Summary | You and Neil go to a pool party and he sees you in a bikini for the first time 👀

Warnings | Smut, grinding, kissing, hickeys, public sex, breeding, praise, a lil degradation, needy Neil.

Words | 1.5 k

Notes | (Barely proofread.) This one got a little long lol. Most of these will be 1k words or less btw.

Even after months of dating, Neil’s reaction to seeing your body was always the same as the first time. He’d stare at you, slack jawed and blushing, as his cock started to fatten up in his pants. Truthfully, it was a bit of an ego boost and you liked teasing him whenever you could, no matter how much he claimed to hate it.

Today was no different. It was the middle of summer and one of your friends was throwing a pool party. You and Neil went together and the second you slipped your sundress off your body, he choked on his spit and went completely rigid.

“Jesus- what the hell is that?” He whined, making you turn to him. You tried not to smirk when he moved his towel in front of his body.

“What?” You asked innocently. He’s never seen you in a bathing suit yet, so you were eager to see how he’d react… He definitely didn’t disappoint. He couldn’t keep his eyes off your body and it was like he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was currently eye fucking you. “Are you okay, Neil?” You asked sweetly, watching the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed. When he still didn’t respond, you couldn’t help but smirk. He wasn’t even looking at your face though, so you didn’t bother trying to hide it. “Okay well… I’ll be in the pool. Feel free to join me when you’re feeling better.” You said, trying to keep the amusement out of your voice and sound concerned instead.

You walked into the pool and went underwater for a second before coming back up and swimming over to greet your friend. When she asked if Neil was here too, you confirmed and looked behind yourself, laughing quietly at the way he was sitting with his towel on his lap just to take his shirt off.

You talked for a while until two hands snaked around your waist and pulled you back by your stomach. As soon as you felt his hands you knew it was Neil, but the bulge made it even more obvious. Since you were still in the middle of a conversation, you kept talking and smiled a little when he rested his chin on your shoulder. You tried not to blush when he started slowly rocking his hips, rubbing his hard on against your ass.

Eventually your friend excused herself, saying she had to go greet the other people who just arrived. You waited until she was out of earshot before saying anything.

“It’s rude to interrupt people’s conversations, y’know.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“It’s the principle, Neil.” You tried not to laugh. He started pulling you back by your waist until he was leaning on the wall of the pool with your back still firmly pressed to his front. “Can I help you?” You asked teasingly, looking over your shoulder at him as he pouted.

“C’mon, baby, just really quick.” He begged quietly, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder next to your bathing suit strap.

“No, Neil. These are my friends.” You scolded gently, making his pout deepen.

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.” He was grinding on your ass a little more obviously now and he moved your hair away to start kissing the side of your neck.

“I’m not letting you fuck me at a party in broad daylight.” He whined and hugged you tighter, rutting against you more desperately. “Go jerk off in the bathroom or something.” You tried not to laugh at the thought.

“Can’t get out of the pool like this.” He grumbled, sucking the sensitive skin of your neck into his mouth, making you gasp quietly. “C’mon, I promise I’ll be quick.” One of his hands started trailing down your stomach, not stopping until he was cupping your heat over the bathing suit. “Need to feel you, baby. Need your pussy..” Despite your hesitation, his words were getting you a little worked up…

“Just keep grinding on my ass then.” You said plainly, making him whine and start rubbing your clit.

“It’ll be too messy.”

“Oh, but it won’t be messy for me?” You scoffed and he kissed up your neck until his lips brushed your ear.

“Please?” He whispered. You sighed and looked around— everyone seemed to be preoccupied with something else…

“Whatever. Fine.” You huffed. He laughed quietly in response, knowing you were still putting up an act.

The hand on your clit moved to push down his bathing suit enough to free his cock, then pulled your bottoms to the side, letting him line up. He pushed in slowly, dropping his head onto your shoulder with a quiet moan. You bit your lip and looked away from the crowd of people, trying to hide your expression. Because of the water and the lack of preparation, it burned a little, but the stretch still just felt so fucking good.

“Fuck— you’re so tight.” He whimpered, forcing his hips forward until he bottomed out. His arms wrapped around your torso again, hugging you tightly as he just barely started rocking his hips.

“This fucking bikini… Were you trying to kill me?” He said through a groan and you couldn’t help but blush. He suddenly pulled you down a little as he bent his knees so that everything below your collarbone was under the water. When his hands snaked up your stomach, you suddenly realized his plan.

“Neil…” You warned. You’re not low enough in the water for people to not be able to see the contrast of his pale hands over your colored bathing suit.

“C’mon, just— just for a second..” He whined, not letting you protest again before cupping your breasts and squeezing gently. “God I love these tits.” He grunted, fucking you a little faster now, but keeping his thrusts shallow so that the water didn’t ripple too much. “So fucking sexy…” He said through a breath as he started panting. You couldn’t help the quiet whimper that escaped when he started pinching and pulling on your nipples through the fabric.

You watched a group of people disperse and immediately got scared. “Neil— Neil, stop.” You said quickly, trying to pull his hands away before someone saw.

“No, baby, let me feel you.” He whined. Based on the way that his head hasn’t moved for a while, you figured he wasn’t even looking to see if anyone was watching. “I’m so close, just a little longer.”

“People are gonna see.” You whispered, still trying to pull him away.

“So? They’re just jealous.” He grumbled, flattening his hands and groping you again. “They wish they could touch these tits after seeing you in this slutty little bikini.” His voice was a low growl, making you shiver.

“Neil, come on..” You whined, not wanting your friends to see your boyfriend groping you in public. Sure, they could’ve seen something worse… but this was still embarrassing as hell.

“Shh, baby, I’m almost there.” He whispered. His hips were moving more frantically now, chasing his orgasm with little regard for how obvious his movements were. “Such a fucking slut letting me fuck you right in front of everyone…” He moaned quietly. “Letting me breed you in front of all your friends while I play with your tits.” He snickered, making you whine as your cheeks heated up.

“I bet you want them to see.” You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut— you can’t stop him, so you’re just not going to see if people noticed to save yourself from even more embarrassment. He placed his chin on your shoulder again, his hot breath against your neck making you shudder. “Yeah, you do..”

“No…” You whined, but it cut off into a gasp when he suddenly pulled your bathing suit down below your breasts. “Neil!” You quickly lifted your arms to cover your chest and he let out a low moan when he groped you again, this time without anything blocking him.

“Fuck,” He choked out, squeezing you harder and bucking into you faster. “I’m gonna come..” He said through a breath. The water was just barely sloshing around as he rapidly fucked you, chasing release.

“Neil, slow down.” You whimpered, not able to move your hands to stop him without removing some of the cover for your bare tits.

“Fuck— take my come, baby. Take it.” He growled, slamming into you with a muffled groan as his hands moved back down to hug you tight, not letting you escape. You scrambled to pull your bathing suit back up, trying not to get distracted by the warmth filling you up and the way you could just barely feel his cock twitching inside you. “Mm… good girl.” He moaned, kissing over your neck again until his body finally relaxed and his orgasm finished. “Good fucking girl.”

Both of you were panting, trying to calm down from the intense moment you were just experiencing only a moment ago. He finally pulled out, then fixed your bathing suit before tucking his cock away.

“I swear to god, Neil, if someone saw..” He quickly turned you around and captured your lips in a kiss, forcing a startled moan from you. When someone yelled your name, you both pulled back and looked over, finding your friend waving you over with a smile. It didn’t seem like you were in trouble, thankfully… so hopefully no one actually noticed.

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princessbrunette · 7 months

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kinktober : oct 25th

modern!anakin x virginity loss

god, he’d be so sweet on you.

always telling you that ‘it’s okay’ and that he ‘can wait’ even though you can feel his hard on pressing against your ass when you sit on his lap every time the two of you make out. he wanted to be careful, make you comfortable, find out what really makes you tick.

you’d been building slowly towards sex, starting with him rubbing you over your panties until you came one evening when he was sleeping at your house, a stuffed animal from your childhood digging into his spine as he crams himself into your bed, hand down your pyjama shorts cooing sweet nothings at you as you made a mess inside your cotton panties. it was the first time he’d touched you intimately at all, the movie the two of you were previously watching still playing on the screen, the only thing illuminating the room. “you feel that, pretty girl? can you tell me how it is? need t’hear some words, yeah?”

the next few times were strictly him still getting you off — dry humping with you on his lap, his back leaning up against the tree of an empty field one your picnic date. your sundress was bunched up around your waist, short gasps falling into his parted lips as you grind your pantie-clad crotch against the hard-on in his basketball shorts, whimpering and digging your nails into the material of his black tshirt. his snakebite piercing skims your lips when he talks. “its okay beautiful, make yourself feel good — know you need it.” a big warm hand stroking your clammy back.

you then graduated to riding his thigh a week later in his living room, anakin manspreading on his arm chair having placed his playstation controller to the side to attend to you when you’d given him the needy eyes and sweet pout telling him you were ‘thinking about last time’ in that innocent voice of yours. he’d talked you out of your panties this time, your skirt rumpled on the floor as you hump his sweatpants covered leg, naked from the waist down as he coaches you through it, more and more vocal each time he gets you off. “my needy girl, aren’t you? m’gonna have a problem on my hands if you can’t control yourself like this, aren’t I? what’s gonna happen when i’m not here for you to hump like a little puppy dog?” he tests the waters with his teasing, a giant grin on his face— noting the way you collapse against him with a pornographic moan when he does so.

the same evening, you couldn’t bare to blue-ball him any longer and begged him to let you give him a handjob atleast. it didn’t take much convincing, and not long after he’d calmed you from your orgasm, you were quickly pushing him towards his as you perch on his leg, staring at him with wide submissive eyes, listening to his every direction as you pump your wet hand up and down his shaft. he’d learnt by now how much praise effects you, and now he was gathering that you needed it just as much when you weren’t the one being pleased, rather doing the pleasing. “am i doing okay, ani?” you’d politely enquire, the hand that was resting on his own head would come down to stroke your cheek lazily, eyes on your hand. “yeah baby, my best girl. you wanna twist your hand a little for me? yeah just like that. maybe spit on it a little more. fuck, good fucking girl.” you really liked how he spoke when he felt good.

you’d come to him only two days later, shy and polite as ever asking to suck him off. “i read about how to do it good in cosmo.” you tell him proudly, albeit slightly naively as you flop down on your stomach on your bed, kicking your feet behind you as you converse with him casually. he chuckles from where he lounged against your headboard. “oh yeah? you a pro now?”

you nod with a happy ‘mhm’ which he finds adorable as he tilts his head a little, regarding you curiously. “my love, you’ve seen how big it is. i don’t know if you’re ready for that in your mouth. might choke.” he bites back another chuckle and you shake your head urgently, scrambling up on the bed to kneel right beside where he sat with wide eyes, ready to convince him.

“no way, my gag reflex is pretty good! i swear!” you plead and his gaze darkens just a touch, focused on your lips now.

“lets see. open up.” he lifts his hand, tapping your bottom lip with his two fingers. you don’t question it, welcoming his fingers into your mouth until they’re pushing deeper and your brows are furrowing, watery eyes fighting the urge to roll back as you stare at him. he’s grinning now, feeling his dick chub up a little in his sweatpants. “uh-huh.” he proves as you gag a little.

you grasp his wrist, blinking away your tears as you press a kiss to the tips of his stiffened fingers when he pulls them out, holding his hand there as you stare up at him desperately. “let me try, please?”

and how can he say no when you ask so nicely? of course, he lets you suck and lick on him to your hearts content, being the perfect teacher until he’s giving you the first real taste you’ve ever had of him.

a week later, he finally gets to finger you — properly.

you’re snuggled into him, open mouth panting into his neck as he scissors two fingers inside you. “oh god, ani.” you sob as if it hurts and he shushes you, puckered lips pressing to your temple and spare hand rubbing your back.

“baby, y’keep begging me to fuck you but you can’t even take these fingers. you want it or not, hm?” he cooes gently as if he isn’t ever so slightly humiliating you.

“m’trying!” you hiccup.

“and you’re doing so good for me.”

finally, after a few weeks of combining all that you’ve learnt from anakin — you can’t wait any longer, and neither can he. with you laid out naked before him, he caresses your cheek.

“is it gonna hurt, do you think?” you ask, and he scratches behind your ear.

“it shouldnt, you’re so good at taking my fingers now aren’t you? think i got you nice and ready.” he explains as you nuzzle into his palm for comfort.

his tip nudges at your entrance and you’re already mewling. “you ready for me, pretty? you gonna tell me if you wanna stop?”

“yes ani, please!” your manicure digs into his tattooed shoulders.

he’s so good with you, hissing through his teeth when he gets all the way in, kissing away your shocked expression at how deep he feels. he has the patience of a saint, hands stroking your skin and soothing you until your hips are writhing against his, begging for him to fuck you. “look at you, you proud of yourself, sweet girl? getting fucked by your boyfriend, just like you wanted. gonna take it nice and slow, yeah?” he huffs, practicing self restraint.

it’s not often you can make someone cum the first time you fuck them, let alone cum as hard as anakin makes you — but by the time he’s done, your legs are shaking and you’re limp, only able to be scooped up into his arms and held, his hoarse voice shushing your weak whimpers as you jerk from the aftershocks.

“did so good. so good.”

#modern!anakin drabble #modern!anakin smut #modern!anakin #anakin skywalker au #anakin skywalker smut #kinktober 2023

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rudspankow · 3 months

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this was smth i wrote when i was bored, don’t hate me if it’s shitty, just wanted to post it for funsies ..

MDNI 18+

perv!!jj , smut

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Your bestfriend is a sick perv who’s obsessed with you

He’s a perv, and you knew it the moment you found his eyes darting upon your cleavage longer than a friendly gaze should’ve. His greedy hands always finding a way to smush against the flesh of your hips or lace into the belt hooks of your shorts before ripping you into his harsh frame. Cuddling up to you in the Château and purposely crushing your body with his, in hopes to feel every ridge, curve, and pulse that you could grant. Feeling the blood rush straight to his cock that swelled between your legs from his perverted positioning.

Everybody saw JJ’s intentions, continuously telling him to leave your little innocent self alone. But he just couldn’t, not when you sat perked up like a pretty princess. Teasing the mutt he was with your small sundresses, hiding barely anything as your tits pooled out of the top, catching his attention every minute of everyday.

It’d take less than 40 minutes for him to rush off for a ‘leak’, ending up in the bathroom abusing his cock with his hand. Fastening his pace torturously as he imagined your silky pussy swallowing him whole, a bundle of whimpers he was. Submissive to his imagination as you ruled his entire fantasy.

JJ loved being a perv, it was his second nature.

“Jayj, you’re suffocating me. .” You choked up, slipping a small chuckle as he trapped you beneath his broad body. A grunt left his lips as he positioned himself between your legs, left cheek resting above your swollen tits. His cock began to expand, feeling the warmth that radiated between your legs as he sunk into your embrace. Completely subsiding the fact you were lacking oxygen and needed a breather.

“So comfy Y/N, can’t help it.”

You always loved helping JJ, heck. He was your best friend for crying out loud. There wasn’t a single thing you wouldn’t do for him, no matter the cost or consequence.

But nothing prepared you for the moment you stood in his room shutting the door behind you, eyes wide and pupils blown as JJ trembled before you. An aching pain of lust consuming his body as he held himself through his shorts, fighting the urge to breakdown from the intense pressure his member caused.

He was an idiot, and he knew the results when it came to taking something like E. So where did he go when he needed a quick fix, a sexual reliever?

The person he could always count on, his forever wet dream. You.

After 5 minutes of absolute blabber and begs, you sighed heavily with a silly feeling in your chest. Standing before JJ and giving him everything he’s wanted the moment you hit puberty, finally awarding the boy with the scene of your body on full display.

It was awkward, invading in a way. But nothing felt more right once his fingertips danced upon your burning skin. Letting his lips latch onto you and taste the desire that layered on your skin. JJ Maybank had officially sweet talked your pants off, caving into his puppy dog eyes and tearful pleas as he watched your body shudder with fear. Afraid this would falter your friendship heavily.

But none of that mattered after he had the privilege to slaver his pallet with your taste, ignoring every thought that urged him to step away. Guilt vanishing as you became everything he needed, suddenly his body was going through drought and famine until you rocked up, sitting pretty on a silver platter as he couldn’t wait to dig in.

“This won’t affect anything right?” You whimpered, feeling his hips buck into you fast and rough. Harsh thrusts connecting with the bruised flesh of your ass as you bent lower, feeling his fingers thread into your hair before pulling you up.

“Shh. . So sweet for helping me out Y/N—Shit! Yeah, always there for me.” He moaned, shoving you back down before hovering above you, drilling you into the bed. Your eyes rolled back as he impaled you with his cock, his hips never stuttering as he felt you flutter around him, motivating his body to impossibly fasten as you cried out his name.

“Shitshitshit,”

The feeling of your velvety walls sucking him deeper managed to throw him off the deep end, driven to the hardest release he’s ever had once your pussy leaked cum and smoothened every thrust. His girth soaked in your white sticky bliss as he fucked his salty seed into your cunt with no mercy, never stopping as he felt his greedy heart tempt him for another round.

Urging to feel your pussy pulse around his cock again and absolutely coat him in your cum.

“Such a princess for this, Y’know? Lettin’ your bestfriend stuff you with his cock because he needed help. Perfect little thing, can’t take you for granted.”

After that night you were sure things would continue forward, attempting to brush it aside and forget about the please he exhilarated through your body.

But it was so hard when all he did was watch, beg and act.

Act on every sexual desire once you entered the room.

“W-What’re you doing Jayj. .” You whispered, feeling your cheeks burn pink as your best-friend humped you under the covers. His hips rutting into your clothed core as he found home inside your arms once again, this time, you were surrounded by all the Pogues. Gathering together to watch a movie Sarah suggested.

When you pulled up in nothing but your skimpy pajamas, JJ felt every gear in his head turn as he bolted to cradle you towards the couch. Gently pushing you down before sinking between your legs and nestling his cock inside the gap ontop of your sweet, warm pussy.

“I’m gonna cum, just let me. .” He whispered into your ear, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck as he drowned his sounds with a chaste kiss across your skin. You bit your lip feeling his length rub against your core, the friction he caused turning you on crazily as you listened to his quiet sinful songs.

“So pretty Y/N, jus’ need you so bad.” He whimpered before releasing into his boxers, stuttering his hips as he came hard and fast. The wet patch seeping through his fabric and all over your clothed heat, you fought the urge to groan in annoyance. Having to stay seated with the remnants of his cum splattered on both of your crotches.

He made sure you would stay there for the rest of the night, knowing how dirty it was for you to sit there covered in his cum. It made him almost want to coat you in another load.

It was the weirdest thing, realising the boy who you’ve known since third grade desired you everyday. JJ was always attractive in your eyes, but you never seemed to step over that best-friend boundary in worry he’d reject you, or that your friendship would crumble to pieces once you squeezed it with hope for friendly affection replaced by love.

But he looked past all problems aside, just following the pathway of lust and determination as he made it his every mission to feel, touch, and talk to you. He was obsessed, crazed at himself for waiting so long.

He enjoyed knowing you flustered at his gazes, following your train of thought to the night he fucked your brains out, or the hours before where you’d let him eat your pussy. You wanted to help him, always needing to reassure JJ you were forever there.

Understanding his current home situation, you became his outlet the moment he realised how shitty his life was. Breaking down in tears and sobbing inside your embrace.

So, the boy took it one step further than just a place to stay or eating food you prepared. You became everything he needed, everything.

Eventually, one night turned into many, and friendly hugs turned into stolen gropes and whispered temptations.

“You need me to do what?” You repeated, feeling embarrassment flourish your blossoming cheeks as he stood in front of you, all teary eye’d. The scene of his sadness made you want to help him further, to draw him away from whatever bothered him so harshly. Knowing it was his piece of shit father who neglected his kindness, painting your perfect boy’s skin black and blue.

JJ sniffled, wiping his nose with his wrist before shrugging. As much as the interaction with his dad affected him, he knew he was putting on a more ruthless production, all in hopes you’d let him fall into you once more.

“JJ, i don’t know. I want to help you but, that just seems—,”

“I know, i know. I jus’ really want to feel you Y/N.” His voice croaked, and it sent a pang to your heart. Watching his lips quiver as he sat in front of you all weary and burdened, a sigh left your lips as you pulled him in. Closing a gap between the two of you as your arms wrapped around his shuddering frame.

“Okay.”

His eyes widened as you agreed, pulling away from the hug and peeling off every piece of clothing you wore. His cock jolted to life as he pushed himself against your head board, your body walking towards him seductively as you unzipped his shorts.

“This what you want J? My lips around your dick?” You murmured, mouth watering at the sight of his thick cock pulsing after your smooth mouth. He nodded vigorously as your mouth gathered his leaking tip, sucking on it gently before taking his entire length.

He was a mess before you, hands tangled into your hair as he moaned and fucked your mouth. Salvia trailing down your chin as his force picked up nailing into your raw throat.

“Just a blessing aren’t you? Gonna cum princess, keep doing that. .Shit!”

JJ breathed heavily, his body sizzling and mindset foggy as he released his hot white ropes of cum inside your mouth. Sliding across your tastebuds and falling deeper down your throat. You gagged as he shoved you lower, spilling every last drop into your mouth and keeping you there to watch you swallow his filth.

JJ made it very clear he was into you, publicly voicing his opinions whenever you were close. To your face or even just with Pope, wearing a large prideful smirk trying so hard not to spill your secret meet ups.

“Dude, you’re such a pervert.” Pope chuckled shaking his head slowly, JJ’s grin only widened as he watched you laugh alongside Sarah. Laid out on the beach towel soaking in the sun, glistened in tanning oil that ran down the valley between your tits.

“Can’t tell me you haven’t thought about hitting that, like really man! She’s a fucking sex dream, i mean look at her.”

His lips reddened from the way he bit it religiously, shifting in his position as he felt his cock swell at the sight of your half naked body. Pope grimaced at his comments, shaking his head at the boy again.

“Of course Y/N is attractive, but don’t you think you’re being a bit weird? That’s your best friend, y’know?”

“I’m not a child Pope, i’m simply appreciating her beauty—,”

“With a weird sex craze to it.”

JJ rolled his eyes.

“So what, i’m not gonna sit here and deny what i’m feeling. I’m as honest as they come Pope, who cares if i lust after my best friend. Can’t help she’s everything i want.”

#jj maybank smut #obx #jj maybank #outer banks #the pogues #pogues

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queerhoneybunny · 1 month

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Got a new sundress so I could bend over in public wearing cute little panties (or nothing) and tease all my partners <3

#can’t wait to be a tease in a sundress #gonna get myself railed #sapphic nsft #nblw nsft #wlw nsft #nsft wlw #sun dress #femme brat #femme4all

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demonbanger · 2 years

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18+ | 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 | 💌

𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔 minors ! kindly do not interact please 𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

𐂴 pairings: Female-Bodied Reader X Bakugo, Aizawa, Iida, Tokoyami, Deku, Mirio, All Might, Shoto, Kirishima, Tamaki

𐂴 contains: sundress szn, aged-up students, use of quirks, (semi)public unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, daddy + mommy kink, exhibitionism, degrading w punk ass Bakugo, lotsa pet names, use of puppy with Izuku, choking, orgasm control, Aizawa’s is heavy on mating press + kink, Iida’s overstimulation, pussy spanking, tentacles w tamaki <3, feral men alert 🚨

𐂴 10k~ words total | 10 drabbles | bonus: lazy illustrations

𐂴 crispy ass low quality ass photos smh

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💥 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 ~ “OH, IT’S ON, PRINCESS.”

He’ll smile at his girl doing such a dirty, sexy thing in public, and you know what’s coming for you at home. In true Bakugo fashion, he’ll tease you right back, except do it better than you to prove that he’s the best. Karma’s a bitch, but Bakugo is the biggest bitchboy in town.

You try as hard as possible to keep the straightest face you could muster. Katsuki is looking at the cafe menu, sipping his coffee.

“So what do you want?” he grumbles, so he could order for the both of you. It’s go time. Your hand is already under the table, and finds your big thick target immediately, squeezing it firmly through his black pinstripe dress pants. Enemy spotted. His eyes lock on you, and the look in them lets you know that you just signed up for hours of poundtown and crying when you guys get home from your date. He can be so mean, too, stealing your orgasms from you until he decides it’s okay for you to cum. So really you’re signing up to be at his mercy…or lack thereof.

He snorts a little, the corners of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly.

“Really? Heh, that’s a good choice. I was going to go for the club sandwich. And you better not eat all my fries, you dirty little delinquent.” His cock starts to harden in your hand, and your fingers find his cockhead, tracing its prominent outline. You could swear you feel his pulsing veins beneath your fingertips. You keep your hand there, squeezing, then trailing to his balls…then pulling away when he twitches.

As if nothing happened, you reply,“Mm, no worries, I’ll also get the croissant and omelette, I promise to leave some of your fries for you,” you suck at keeping a straight face, as fiery eyes blink incredulously, furiously asking you why the fuck you stopped.

This time you feel his rough hand firmly grabbing your thigh, and yanking it over his big leg. His calloused palm trails right up the skirt of your yellow gingham sundress. What is he doing?

“’Katsu,” you whimper quietly to his sickly smug face. “We can’t do this here.” You both know you don’t believe the words you’re spewing.

Fluffy blonde hair swooshes left and right as he looks around dramatically to prove a point. “Says the fuck who?” his canines flash, a predator knowing there was nowhere for his prey to run. His sharp eyes, sharp teeth, sharp choker, black snakebites, the growl evident in his voice…this menacing boy has you backed into a corner. Heck, his big hand has your thigh trapped right now. He was right. What were you saying? Bakugo Katsuki never followed anyone’s rules, and never will.

You squeak when two hot, large digits rubbed you over your thin little panties. He leans in real close to you, resting a muscled forearm on top of your soft thigh. His hot breath fans against your neck and he whispers huskily in your ear, moaning a little in just the way that make your juices stir, your clit throb,

“Fuck….Y’always signing up for shit you can’t handle, Princess. Trying to put yourself in danger, like Daddy does. But you can’t pull it off, babe, wanna know why? You’re dealing with Dynamight, and don’t you forget it. Just ya wait until we get home. Trying to be a nasty little bitch in heat, you think that’s funny?” You thank the heavens that the table isn’t see through and not too many people are dining where they could see you both being absolutely filthy. You gulp. He pushes your panties aside, rubbing the ungodly amounts of slick you’ve already built up in circles around your clit.

“Little kitty cat gets so wet, huh? Is it cuz you know I could fuck you right on top of this table? I’m the number two hero, I don’t give a fuck. Does that scare you? Me showing everyone what happens to bad girls who can’t be patient and grab their boyfriend’s meat under the fucking table?” He’s babbling, and you can see his cock straining against his pants. If he was dressed in his grey sweatpants, guaranteed you’d see precum leaking through.

The thigh that wasn’t being held on top of his by his other hand, tries to shakily close around his hand but he doesn’t let up. You feel a familiar heat start to pool in your stomach and you silently plead with him to not make you cum in public, in broad daylight. You could tell he has no intentions of stopping. A big, thick finger dips in and changes your mind as it always does, making your brain get consumed with want for him, need to get filled up no matter what. It thrusts into you as his thumb keeps rubbing your clit expertly. You begin to grind stupidly into his hand, chasing your own high. His eyes, they look so hungry for you…

Just as you feel yourself getting close, he pulls away and puts your leg back down to normal as your pussy throbs and you clench around nothing. What the fuck? You glare at him, he sucks his fingers, and he licks the mug like a SLUT before sipping his coffee again.

“What’s’a matter, sweetheart?” His gruff voice feigns ignorance, and before you could reply, the server comes. x

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❤️‍🩹 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐇Ō𝐓𝐀 ~ “So You Have Chosen… Death.”

The UA High School teacher is so disciplined, such a gentleman who knows how to conduct himself maturely. Which is a total contrast to how he is behind closed doors in the bedroom. Oh, he’ll still be a gentleman, but don’t think he’ll hold back on you. He’ll teach you a thing or two about teasing him like a little brat.

You both sit in the private back part of a fancy restaurant for your anniversary dinner. Ever the classy, baked ziti at home, father of your two cats, charcuterie board mf, has taken you to a dark, sophisticated winery by the sea. His alumn who can talk to animals is caring for the fur children back at home. Now you’re sitting in what looks like a speakeasy as you overhear jazz from the main restaurant, the lights dim, and his ebony black hair falls beautifully over his cashmere sweater. An intense set of dark eyes have never looked so intense, and you can barely take it.

You hold the wine 45° and stir it a little, smelling its scent profile before taking a little sip. Berries. Spice. Old earth. Chestnut barrel. And a hint of flora.

“This one’s delicious,” you smile, and you like it because it tastes like love, it tastes how the look in his eyes feel.

“You’re delicious,” his eyes scan over your body in the sleek, velvety emerald dress you surprised him in, and you feel the heat from his smoky deep voice filling your ears and going down your esophagus with the warm wine, and making you flush. You decide to return the favor and be a little cheeky. Perhaps it’s the wine bringing out the boldness in you, or he’s trying to be a siren with his dark eyes and silken tone but you are sinking. And your foot has left its high heel and is floating.

A thin brow quirks as your pedicured foot rubs his firm thigh, then goes up, up, to the apex of his legs and fondles him through his slacks. You’re already hard. He smirks. —How could I not be?—

Teachers. They make for the best students. He’s studying you, the fall and rise of your chest, and can pick up that you’re turned on. And just like that, you both can’t wait for the dinner to be over so you could…

But you both wait. Lots of tension makes for the best of releases. You know from past experience. You continue to have eye sex, like how you did when you both would pine for each other. Years of having a crush on your tailor client, of him talking with you, of you starting to think of what his stubble must feel like on your tenderest spots, of if he likes getting his hair pulled, of will there ever be a ring on his finger one of these days? Him coming to the atelier to pick up his clothing, and looking at you in the same way he’s looking at you now, but you not being able to put a finger on it.

You would wake up from a restless sleep in your studio and wonder, why am I having dreams of my client? You’d look forward to his messages telling you how lovely of a job you’d do to fitting his clothing to accent his body…his body that you wanted all over yours. It felt like a whirlwind…a long, unblinking staring match as he lingered in picking up his clothing from you turned into him asking you out, to him bringing flowers to your work, and lots of eye contact as you realized his stubble tickles your inner thighs rough— in a delicious way, that pulling his hair makes him rumble against you and eat you even more ravenously, and that now you keep looking at your hand wondering what it would look like with a big rock on your finger.

Flash forward to after dinner, and you’re walking hand in hand, the taste of wine and butterscotch gelato in your mouths, and his hand guides you by your lower back into the lodge. Now you’re on the bed, and your feet are bound to the posts, and his hand pins your wrists above your head as he’s ramming into you, hips slapping your clit so perfectly and grinding into you. You already came twice on his face, and you feel another one coming soon.

“Sh-Shō,” you slur, the second his lips aren’t swallowing yours. Your tear-brimmed eyes, glazed with pleasure, meet his deep eyes that still look as hungry as ever, with that extra mysteriously serious look from earlier. It makes you shiver.

“Darling,” he purrs, “i hope you’re not saying you want me to slow down, when you showed me just how much you wanted me back there.” How is he not out of breath, when he’s pistoning straight into your sweet spot over and over? He muffles your whimpers and steals your breath away with more sloppy kisses, and your bordeaux-stained lips are wet with your drool combined with his saliva. You’re seeing stars, and screaming his name as you’re bound into this mating press. You feel so full on his fat cock as every ridge and vein drags so deliciously into every surface of your pussy; his hipbones smack into your ass so lewdly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grabs your jaw firmly, thumb swiping your lower lip. “Ah, ah, ah, want my little wifey to look at me, or you won’t get my kids,” he’s babbling, but your ears perk up at the words wifey and kids and it drives your wine/cock-drunk mind wild as he drills into you.

“Yes, yes!” you scream, “I’m your wifey, Shōta, please say I’m yours, mmm, I belong t’you!!” You don’t break eye contact this time, pleading him to know you really really mean you belong to him. His thrusts get sloppier, and his baritone moans sound so hot as you feel like if he goes any harder, you’ll get fucked right through the bed.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” his hands clench around your wrists and throat, and he kisses all over your face, “All, fucking, mine—” He goes down to rub your clit feverishly so you could clench around him, and his thrusts are deep, threatening to hit your womb.

“Cum for me, my beautiful woman,” the sight of his black hair framing and sticking to his face as he stares into your soul, does it for you and you see white, which milks his cock of all he has to offer as he’s balls deep inside you.

You both ride out your orgasms for a minute, then come back to earth, panting. “Oh, by the way. Since you agreed you’re my wifey, I hope you know I’m being serious.”

Your heart stops as he finishes untying you and arranges the clothes you both threw to the floor. What?

“I’ve been wanting to make you Mrs Aizawa for quite some time now, and it kind of came out in the heat of the moment, but…” he grabbed the ring from his pants pocket, blushing like a schoolboy, “Miss Y/n, will you marry me?” His voice was soft, and the ring sparkled even in the dim bedroom.

Tears once again filled your eyes. “I was being serious, too, Shō. Of course I’ll marry you.” x

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🚀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 ~ *TRIES TO PRETEND NOTHING IS HAPPENING TO HIM*

Key word: tries. That does not mean he succeeds. Iida will, however, make it your problem when you get back home, and you’ll know he does not take such matters of inappropriateness lightly.

(girl help my drawing’s proportions in this are more fcked than a Picasso painting, n e ways,,)

When you grab his cock in the cute outdoor restaurant in the downtown area, Tenya Iida is glad that 1. it’s night time, 2. you’re both sat in the back corner, and 3. the service was slow.

“Aw, Iida, are you all right?” you coo, and he curses you in his mind. Evil vixen! He will show you not to continue in such wrongdoing! Just…not here…You play footsie with him, feeling up his meaty calves as he shakily finishes taking a sip of his water.

“Yes, my love, I am perfectly all right, everything is just wonderful,” his voice is convincing, but the bright pink glow that shines over his entire face, is not. Not to mention his hand is shaking like a leaf and still clenched around his glass, as if it’s offering some sort of stability.

“You look like you’re going to break your water,” you giggle, and you catch a dangerous glint in his eye for a split second.

“Maybe I’ll break yours, have it spill all over the place,” he mutters.

“C-come again?” No, you heard him right. When he takes you shopping afterwards, best believe he makes sure you’re dripping all over him in the dressing room, his fingers stuffed inside your mouth as the Hero Ingenium slams in and out of you at the speed of light, making you almost cum in every place you two are alone together for the entire night. But your punishment is you don’t actually get to. Because you acted like a little villain. And when you sob into his jacket that you just want to go home now, he rushes you both home with his quirk, and you’re so glad he’s so much faster than driving in a car.

He’ll make you squirt all over his face and cum until you’re apologizing for teasing him in public like that, and he makes you promise to not be such a naughty little girl, because only good girls get stuffed with daddy’s cum. (You’ll break that promise since you love how he brings about his justice). x

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🔮 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 ~ “CAREFUL, LEST YOUR ACTIONS MANIFEST A REVELRY IN THE DARK”

What a dangerous game you play, and you couldn’t keep it at bay until Dark Flicks and Chills, could you? What are the things that go bump in the night? Oh, right. It’ll be his cock, bumping rather harshly into your cervix, because of your foolish lack of self control. But it’s ok. Because he a freak like that too.

It appears your mind dwells in the abyss quite frequently.

Your lovely boyfriend had taken you to the new Museum of Unexplained Wonders, an alluring museum that toured past cryptids, alien evidence in ancient cultures, chilling discoveries, unexplained mysteries, creatures of the deep, cursed items, and ancient secrets. And now here you are, in the spooky wax figure restaurant, eating horror-inspired food. You couldn’t be happier than now, and having such deep conversation with your beloved bird boy and hearing his handsome voice make such great theories is stirring something inside your creature of the deep.

“I really do have to say, I’m so curious about what will happen as they continue to investigate Skinwalker Ridge,” you muse, and Tokoyami’s ruby reds gaze into your eyes passionately as he nods.

“They’re doing such a good job at proving that there are aliens. I wonder if they’d let people with electromagnetic-type quirks into the grounds to help them,” his voice sounds so deep and comforting, you think to yourself, like someone playing the cello. You could listen to it forever.

“I-oh, Y/N, goodness what are you doing?” He whispers, expression indicating that he’s clearly blushing. The culprit: your hand squeezing his dick. Does he accidentally have a semi-hard-on already? Or is he enjoying all of this in the same way you are? Your hand leaves as you nonchalantly eat more of your food, and he swallows thickly, trying to resume eating too.

“My apologies. It seems like it teleported into my hand. Or maybe I’m just possessed by an ancient fertility god,” you winked up at him.

“Oh? Is that so? Are you sure it’s not a multiple possession, because I’ve been feeling the same way, hearing about what your beautiful mind comes up with.” You gasped as you felt something stronger than a cold draft of wind touch a specific place on your legs. Was that..? “Oh and Dark Shadow, feel free.” The two giant hands on your thighs spread you wider apart as Dark Shadow found solace in the shadows under the booth in the dim, colorfully-lit spooky restaurant. Fumikage’s hand trails to your thigh, and you are so glad that you wore a skirt today as it dips under the dark pleated fabric.

“I have to say, I love how much of a dirty thing you are,” the tip of his beak drags over the sensitive spot on your neck, trailing down to lick and nip at your shoulder and collarbone. You didn’t realize his fork is now in his left hand, and he continues eating as you tried to act normally in public. You feel the cool of his rings as it brushes against your skin, and it’s coming closer and closer to……

“No need to have this in the middle here,” he mutters under his breath, as he tears a hole in the fishnet tights above your pussy.

“Y-yeah, about you loving my…twisted nature, I can say the—same,” you try to stay normal as you felt a tongue from under the table push your panties aside and lick a broad stripe right up your throbbing core, making you whine the last word. Dark Shadow’s tongue began to push inside you, and your thighs shuddered around their head.

“My goddess of the violet twilight, you are lust incarnate. No need to conceal such lovely noises,” he smiles, sipping his drink and watching you come unraveled with his fingers pinching and swirling over your engorged clit, and Dark Shadow tongue fucking you under the table.

“I-I love those lyrics, b-but we’re in public! Nnn~!” You try to keep your whimpers quiet, but the last one is forced out when you feel the thick tongue touch your spongey, tender spot. Shadow’s tongue keeps thrusting in and out, hitting that spot with such fervor and Fumikage’s fingers on your bud feel so perfect, that your eyes roll back in pleasure and you buck into him and his quirk, nails digging into his smooth arm that would not budge from between your thighs.

“What happened to your love of being nervous, Y/n?” The way your name rolls off the tip of his tongue combined with all the other stimuli makes you come undone, and you lean your head into Tokoyami’s soft black t-shirt, seeking support in his firm muscles, tears pricking your vision as you look into his eyes the way he likes.

“Fuck,” he grunts at your fucked-out expression as you bite your lip hard enough to almost draw blood, and he cups your jaw in his spare hand, pecking kisses on your forehead (the best he could do with his falconesque beak), running fingers through your hair to comfort you as you ride your orgasm and cream all over Shadow’s tongue and his other hand.

When you return to the third dimension and catch your breath, it’s like you almost forgot you were in the restaurant. “Is my crazy black eyeliner running down my face?” You say meekly, squeezing his much larger hand.

“No, love, your soul windows are still perfectly decorated and in place,” he speaks tenderly, full of love. You pet Dark Shadow’s hair, and they coo and lick their beak clean, savoring your taste.

“Your goth metal reference is getting you head when we get home.”

“Not in the mummy exhibit?” He winks at you.

“Unless you want a curse following us home,” you laugh.

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🧤 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 ~ “BABE, W-WAIT!!!”

He’s so 🥺shy🫣 but then he’s trying to Texas smash in your pussy, and is so drunk in lust you almost have to say “down, boy” to get him to behave.

If Bakugo were to see you two lovebirds right now, he would scream, possibly cry, shit his pants, possibly throw up from how soft Izuku and you are being. And that’s okay. He’s laying on your lap and you’re feeding eachother strawberries and little bites of cake, and you couldn’t be happier than right now.

The soft breeze is rustling in the trees, and your boyfriend’s pine-colored mess of hair moves just like the leaves above. Butterflies keep flying around, and you tell yourself he and you should make little dandelion flower crowns for each other sometime.

You’re so full of love for life right now, and your lover is so beautiful in the sunlight, and his thrifted sweater vest that matches his hair looks so cute on him with his muscular arms, and you,, you’re ovulating so you wish it wasn’t just your heart that was full. But the problem is, you’re in a park in the city. Eh, no matter.

Midoriya rests on his elbows, shifting off of your lap but leaving little fluttery kisses on your legs and..you don’t think he realizes what he’s doing to you. So you naturally do the most logical thing to do, and grab his dick. “This is mine, by the way,” you giggle, as his bright green eyes widen and flash to yours.

He bites his lip and immediately looks flustered, the poor boy. He’s so bad at hiding his arousal. His cock is already tenting in his corduroy trousers! “I-I know, baby, but why did you have to remind me,” —his voice hushes to a whisper—“in the middle of a public picnic babe???” You grab him by his little strawberry charm necklace that you gave him, and you see his Adam’s apple bob up and down to try and swallow back a whine, to no avail. There’s a blush spread wide across his face, and with his green hair and freckles now he really looks like a strawberry, you just realized, and you can’t help but laugh.

He thinks you’re being mean and trying to humiliate him in public, and he pouts which makes him look all the more adorable. But he’s still so hard. “Because,” you get closer to him, addicted to how his pupils blow up full of so much love, “you’re so adorable and I can’t stop thinking about how much cuter you’d look stuffing me full of your cum, puppy boy.” You watch as his nostrils flare as you try out that name for the first time, and his breathing gets heavier. He is so turned on. You bet his boner is so painful. You grab it again, squeezing, and he whimpers and doesn’t shy away as you do, the two of you not caring if anyone sees. He’s so thick in your hand and his cock is just so massive in general for such a sweet boy that you know it’s just not fair for him since his boner is completely impossible to hide. But he loves you ao much that he doesn’t care, and his love for you is stronger than any embarrassment he could feel right now.

“You’re such a cutie, Mommy-fuck, sorry, I mean M-fuck—Y/N,” Izuku can barely think, since all his blood went down to his cock. Fair enough.

Your eyes narrow as you feel yourself getting wetter. “Mm, excuse me, what was that, sweet boy?”

“Y/N, ‘m so sorry, I-I’m getting so horny right now, and it’s your fault, I mean not in a bad way, you’re doing nothing wrong, but— and I don’t know if this is something you like to be called, which if it’s not, I’m sorry, but when you called me puppy boy I couldn’t help but get so—”

You cut him off with a kiss. He kisses back with a frustrated whimper. “All that talking, and you could be spending your time showing Mommy what that mouth can do,” you tease, but boy oh boy he’s taking that seriously. He looks at you hungrily and determined, like he’s on one of his missions to defeat a villain and it makes you throb with want. “Okay,” he says, completely seriously, but you’re too shocked to try and stop him.

He hovers over you and kisses you deeply, then kisses your face, ears, down your neck, licking and sucking and kissing your shoulders and collarbones, trailing down and kissing over your dress before he gets below your waist. Every kiss sets you on fire, and he’s so strong in pinning you down you can do nothing but just accept it. He looks around to make sure no one is around. Well, you guys got lucky. He lifts up your skirt, and the breeze carries the smell of your pheromones over to his nose and he bites his lip in anticipation.

“You don’t have to—”

“You smell so good, Mommy, wanna put my kids in you,” suddenly he uses his strength and pushes the back of your thighs up, moving your thong to the side, and attacks your pussy, switching between licking and sucking your clit, to dipping his tongue into your soaked center, and groaning at how good you taste. “Mm, ahhh you’re so —mmm- good,” he’s talking with his mouth full, and you’re digging your fingers into his hair and pulling harshly on it, which only eggs him on further. He dips two fingers in without warning and starts pumping them in and out of you, admiring the way they look and how your pussy grips them and makes wet, squelching noises. “‘Zuku, oh my god, holy shit,” you’re sobbing as his fingers alone Full you up so good, it feels too good, you need more…He begins attacking your clit with his mouth again and his eyes are more tearful from pleasure than yours.

“So good, Izu’, you’re doing so well, f-fuck, such a good boy,” at the praise, Izuku hums sweetly, the vibration on your clit making you buck into his face and hump it, making him moan and move his fingers faster so you can do it again. You try to close your thighs, but his other strong arm holds them in place so your pussy keeps facing the sky.

You keep gasping and moaning his name. You feel yourself getting close, so close. “M’s’close, baby, gonna cum all over your face, you’re eating me so good, are you that hungry?” You’re babbling under his mouth, and he loves it, not realizing he’s grinding into the blanketed ground beneath you to help ease his hardness that’s gotten painful.

“So hungry,” he lifts up for a few seconds to dutifully reply to you, fingers pounding and curling into the spot that makes you whimper, “want you to feed me your juices, then fill you up with pups, make you a mommy, so we can bring them on more picnics,”

He goes back down on you and the words make your head spin, and you buck up into him. He sucks your clit and nibbles on your pussy as he keeps hitting your g-spot faster and faster, and you shakily come undone underneath him.

“Babe, please, please let’s go home right now, can you fly us, please?” You ask, pleading because you need his cock and you’re sure he desperately wants to cum in you too. He’s set the already packed up basket aside and is already trying to fold up the blanket. You rush to help him but he smiles all lust-blown, juices still dripping down his face. “Already on it, gorgeous.” You hold all the things, he swoops you up, making sure the bottom of your skirt is tucked under his arm, and he flies over so he could pound into you for a few rough rounds. x

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💫 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐀 ~ “WOW, BABE, YOU’VE GOT MORE OF AN ELEMENT OF SURPRISE THAN ME!”

A normal bystander would think he’s just smiling at his girlfriend, but when you grab his dick in public, you know it’s actually a very dangerous smirk on his face! Consider yourself warned!

A warm breeze fills the air as you sit in the beachside tiki grill, some straw and wood shielding you from the hot sun. Mirio’s got a little tan starting, as well as some summertime freckles, and his glimmering eyes are admiring his girlfriend, you.

You cheekily reach under the table, and he thinks you’re in to play thumb wrestling. Which he lets you win, so you then go to your main mission, and reach for his muscular thigh. He quirks an eyebrow and his head to the side, looking exactly like a golden retriever puppy with his cute little grin. It makes you giggle and gives you butterflies in your stomach. Alas, you cannot reach his cock without leaning forward so much that it’s obvious. So you retreat, taking a sip of your frozen drink.

His hand copies what you did, and lazily rests on your thigh without his arm even needing to stretch a little. He squeezes your soft skin, and his cuteness just makes your ovaries fucking explode. You want this sweetheart to do terrible things to you, and you want it now!!!

“Baby,” he breaks you out of your trance, and he swears your smile is brighter than all the stars put together. “Did you want the little umbrella before I finish my drink? I even put on one of those little cherries you like so much.” You need him now.

“Is that even a question!!! Yay of course you’d think to give me one of the cherries I love you so much,” you grab it from him, and you both eat the little cherries. You don’t catch him gazing lovingly at how cute you look chewing the sugary cherry, and twirling the tiny umbrella between your fingers, and putting it down into your drink.

“You only love me for the little drink decor, nothing else!! It’s always like this, Y/N, I’m more than the little umbrellas….or am I,” he feigned accusatory sadness, and you played along.

“It’s true. That’s the only thing I’m here for. Just using you to build my collection of little umbrellas. I cover my entire house in them.”

He chewed the cinnamon pineapple of his piña colada, smirking mischievously. “You look like the type. You’re the worst. Not even a gold digger, a little trinket digger, what ever shall I do?”

“Yes….yes…ha ha ha yes!!!” you mocked an evil villain whose plans were coming to fruition, “you are hopeless and defeated, without you looking I have taken every last little trinket from your house, none of your friends or family are safe, Lemillion, I will defeat you 200 percent!”

“M-my tiny spoons….my liddol Russian dolls…all of them, you took all of them!“ he clutches his chest.

“It was me. You are reduced to nothing, a man with no little fun objects. For I have stripped you of all of your pride! No fun allowed!!!”

You both are dying of laughter at this point, and you clutch your stomach doubling over because he’s laughing so hard, and your laughter keeps building up. It’s not like what you’re saying is even remotely funny, and no one else would really laugh but you both just love how stupid it all is. This is how dates with him always are. You craft ridiculous, highly specific situations and keep building on top of the ridiculousness dramatically, and your laughter does the same.

“Just imagining all my little car decorations and stuff vanishing suddenly and wondering where they are, then I see you crouched in a corner in front of a pile of all my little things,” he’s trying so hard to stop laughing, and you’re taking sips of your drink to just calm down. He doesn’t realize, of course, that one of your feet has left your little sandals and is about to hijack between his thighs.

He begins to tip his glass upwards to get the rest of the stubborn slush in his drink, and you trail from feeling up his thunder thighs to his bulge. You think he’d be shocked but he just winks and finishes up his drink.

“Is that the next trinket you plan to steal from me?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Yes, but it’s not small enough to be a trinket,” you could swear his dick is twitching at your touch.

“B-but, it still has the personality a small one has!!”

You chuckle. “Mm, I suppose.”

The server comes. “Alright guys, are you feeling a little hungry for some shareable apps? Or just another round?” You keep your foot where it is, and tease him, feeling him get a little harder under you.

“Definitely another round, and I think the Hawaiian roll sliders could be good, right, babe?” You ask him.

He tugs at his shirt, flashing his beautiful abs. “Aw, are mine not good enough for you?” He’s good at acting normal. Damn it. He’s getting rock hard though, and you know his pink flushed cheeks aren’t just sun-kissed.

“Damn, you know what, you’re right,” you look to the server, “just give me a steak knife to cut into him so I can get my own Hawaiian bun sliders.”

The server laughs. “Perfect, one extra sharp white-hot steak knife, anything else?”

“Hmm. Calamari, taquitos, maybe actually those sliders forreal though, and some flatbread. That’s all, right, baby?” Togata asks you, and you nod.

“Great!” The server grins at the adorable couple, “I’ll be back with your drinks!” They give a thumbs-up, and you and Mirio do the same. He looks at you while he does so, and you see it in his eyes. It makes you squirm in your seat. He’s so going to fuck you in the bathroom after this. Better hope you’re good at not screaming as he hits all your good spots roughly and fills you up so nice. x

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🇺🇸 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈 ~ “WE SHALL SETTLE THIS SOON, DARLING”

You’re playing a dangerous game, teasing the hero who is number-one in your heart, the seven-foot tall man who packs the entire US of A in his pants. But danger? You like danger. You can’t say he didn’t warn you.

“Toshi, slow down!!!” You mewl, but the man above you is unforgiving and unrelenting.

“Darling, don’t say I didn’t warn you on three separate occasions about teasing me so much at dinner,” he drawls through clenched teeth, as obscene squelching noises fill the air, and you hiccup under his weight, nails digging into his back.

You don’t see what the big deal is. He took you out to a lovely dinner where a grand piano was playing such an alluring song, and his hot kisses and “I love you”’s to your ear were not helping. You just wanted to remind him that you could take your cock at any time and how perfectly he was made for you. You didn’t expect him to grip your wrist with an iron grip (him holding back) and warn you in his deep, silky voice “try that again, little lady, and see what happens.”

What else could he expect? A little minx like you? You crumbled under the predatory flick in his aquamarine eyes and hummed. “Maybe I do want to see,” you mewl, as you only clench his thick cock harder. His cock that you cannot dream of fully holding completely in your smaller hand. You rub at its growing hardness with your thumb and feel yourself salivating at the sight and feel of how overwhelming his size is. It’s so intimidating, almost too much, impossible to fully fit in one thrust and needing at least 20 minutes of prep to sink his head in alone. “Baby girl,” he growls warningly, “keep going like this and I might actually break you when we get home, you’re making it very hard for your Daddy to contain himself, I don’t want to hurt you.” You bite your bottom lip at his words, and your other hand feels over just how big his hand is, that’s holding your wrist failing to stop you. “Maybe I want it to hurt,” you whisper, eyes big, and he has to keep himself from groaning. “Warning you for the last time, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He’s making sure of that right now. Your legs hurt from being spread so wide to make room for his broad frame, which completely swallows you whole over the bed, almost crushing you. It hurts your hips as he holds you apart and pounds into your pussy, which slobbers white rings of cream around the wide base of his cock, stretching you impossibly. You pant and see it moving through your belly, and he sees it too and leaves even more love marks on your neck, your whines and his growls creating a beautiful harmony.

You’re screaming utter nonsense, so many versions of what you say now, “oh god, oh my gosh, holy fuck, please please, Toshi, please don’t stop,” and he squeezes your face in his giant hand.

“Thought you were just telling me to slow down, sweetie, do you even know what you’re talking about?”

Clearly not. You’re so dumb on his cock, as he fucks your brains out, and he picks you up and flips you like a rag doll, and manhandles you so your hips are flush with his. He grips your cheeks and spreads you open, admiring how your juices drip down your thighs, then thrusts back in, stretching you all over again, making you moan loudly.

“You’re such a naughty little thing, I bet you wanted me to go hard on you, didn’t you?” An especially sharp thrust rocks you forward, and he uses a hand on your sternum to lift you up and hold you in place. “Look at Daddy when I’m talking and answer, little lady.”

“Mm-Yes-!! Yes! I w-wanted you to go so hard , so hard on me, yes, unghhh!” He’s rubbing your clit and molding you to his size, hitting your cervix over and over, as you see stars and scratch stripes into his meaty forearms. “Such a dirty girl,” he purrs, and his words send you over the edge, and you sob.

“D-T’shi!! G-gonna cum soon!!” His balls slap you rhythmically, and he keeps rubbing your clit with the thick pads of his fingers, nibbling on your neck. You’re still digging your nails into him to keep your wavering sense of balance.

“Do it baby, cum all over Daddy’s dick that you love so much,” and with that, you sob, “Yes, mmmph!!!!” And spasm around his huge cock. He closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing so he doesn’t spill into you at your walls constricting around him. He has to pull at least a few more out of you before he feels satisfied enough to spill inside you for the first of many times tonight. x

𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔𖥔

🛡 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 ~ *QUIET GASP*

Shoto looks so cute on your sushi date, so flustered when you pull your mean trick. You almost feel bad as his breathing is shaky, but don’t think he isn’t enjoying this. He is. And definitely wants you to continue.

“Whoops, dropped my napkin!” You’re already down before he could get it for you, giving him no time to react as the gentleman he is.

You pick up the napkin you dropped on purpose, and hear an audible gasp as you grab his dick , so glad he wore some soft pants today so you could move your hand around it for a few seconds, and cup his balls, squeezing gently.

When you get back up, he looks at you so desperately, so helplessly, and you giggle at his pouting face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You rub salt in the wound, and he sighs, looking off to the side.

“N-nothing,” he breathes, but you could tell he’s getting hard, trying to put a little bit of wasabi on his nigiri and dip it into the kirashi sauce, but then he drops it in and shakily tries to pick it up and eat it.

You’re starting to feel so bad, poor boy can’t even function; he’s so cute. He doesn’t know what to do.

He huffs. And in polite traditional Japanese fashion, “Uhm, I’ll be right back. Please excuse my rudeness as I need to use the restroom.”

You see his hands dug into his pockets, desperately trying to hide his fat boner, as he walks coolly to the restroom. In his mind, he’s making a beeline. Why would you do that? He wonders, frustrated and chasing some kind of release. He bucks into his fist, wishing it was your mouth, or your pussy, or even just your hand. Were you trying to test his…self control? He’s so dull, he doesn’t realize you’re just trying to get him riled up, and he hears a buzz in his phone. It’s you.

Y/N❤️: Babe

Y/N❤️: Show me how hard you are

So that’s what it was.

You feel a buzz of your phone, within a couple minutes of you sending it,, and are shocked he could be so fast. Which means he’s doing what you’re thinking.

Immediately you turn your brightness down and your eyes widen, seeing slick coating his cock as he jerks it in his hand, and soon after, he spills into it. That’s how horny you made him. Now your thighs are rubbing together, and he’s making his way back to the table, giving you a small smile. x

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🪨 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 ~ “HAHA, THAT’S CUTE BABY”

Kirishima finds it adorable that you just want to get a feel of his manliness, even in public! After all, he stores so much love for you in his heart AND down there! He grins and can’t wait to stuff you in the car!

You hear some slurps as Eijiro tries (and fails) to slurp some of his ramen without getting some juices dribbling down his chin. “Don’t look at me, Y/N,” he rushes to wipe his face, and you laugh at how cute he is, trying to look proper all of a sudden in front of you.

But the noises he made just remind you of him eating something else, and it’s kind of hot how he can get a bit messy. You chew on some pork, and sip some broth with corn and seaweed, humming at the yummy taste.

“Yer so beautiful, Y/N,” your Eiji smiles at you, and his red hair looks so fluffy, you want to pet it right now.

“No you,” you wink at him, and he blushes ‘cause you make him feel like he’s a boy in high school again with some stupid crush, the type of girl he can’t keep his hands off of, he wants to cherish you for as long as you’d allow him, and keep you warm and safe in his heart forever.

Others might take a look at the guy with his open shirt and big muscles, pretty smile, and think he could be a player, but Eijiro was actually so nervous to go up and talk to you for the first time. He had eyes for you, and it was extremely clear as you leaned forward over your bowl, and caught him blushing, looking down your shirt, then looking away quickly. You decide you want to give him shit for it.

“Eiji, what are you looking at?” You ask so sweetly, a little smile creeps over his face.

“N-nothing, I mean, you. I just can’t help it, you do things to me,” he makes you blush. You do something bold, and reach under the table and trace his long, buff thigh.

“What kind of things, sweetheart?” You know what kind of things.

“I-I, well, we can’t talk about this here, can we?” He’s such a gentleman, but he’s dodging the question.

You grab his bulge firmly, and you hear a strangled moan come out of him, before he clears his throat to hide it.

“I think we can,” you smile, and his sharp teeth flash at you. He uses his quirk to harden it a ton, then not harden it as much under your touch. Such a silly boy.

“O-oh my gosh Eijiro, so fucking, big-!!” You claw at his chest, and he’s helping you bounce up and down in the car. Planting hungry kisses all over your neck, bright red eyes staring at you rabidly, wanting to eat the cream out your pussy after he cums inside it.

“I know, sweetheart, don’t worry, the sting will go away in just a little bit,” he coos in your ear, holding you still and fucking up into you. Your moans mix in the air and you bury your face in his neck, taking in his cinnamon-cherry-leather scent.

“Such a gorgeous thing, and so sneaky grabbing what’s yours while we’re eating. Makes me feel so wanted, babe” he’s got a tight grip on your hips, his rock-hard length spearing you open and making your juices leak all over.

You look into his eyes, and he loves the lust that’s inside them. You kiss him hungrily and your tongues fight for dominance, and you rub circles on your clit making you moan. He wraps an arm around you and keeps fucking up into you, then moves your hand away so he could take over, and you whine into the kiss feeling him smile. He nibbles on your lip and you tug his hair, legs starting to shake from overstimulation.

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me,” he growls, and relishes in the feeling of your soaking wet walls clenching in a vice-like grip around his length.

He slaps your ass. “Do me a favor, and get in the back seat. I’m not even close to done with you yet.” x

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🐙 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 ~ “BUNNY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

Your perfect boyfriend is so shy and shocked when you grab his cock, but also excited that his love wants him badly enough to do such a daring, scary thing. So he wishes to repay the favor.

Tamaki always feels so safe to be himself around you, and wants to make sure you always feel the exact same way. You boosted his confidence in so many ways, and he knows now just how much you love him and anything he does to you, spicy-wise, is something you love as long as it’s him. He even enjoys going out in public more, because you’re there! He was so excited to take you out to the place he and FatGum eat at most regularly, and here you are now eating takoyaki with each other in a little tight booth, knees brushing up against each other, sharing longing glances and relaxing conversation.

He looks so sweet as you eat together, that you just want to kiss him! But you can’t yet so instead you boop his nose, and he smiles coyly. “Bunny, why did you do that? Don’t be afraid to do it again, though.” You boop his nose again.

“Because you’re cute, you know that, right?”

He blushes. “Oh, me? Thank you. But not as cute as you are.” His sharp features look so good colored a bright pink that you want to see how he looks like red, right now. The booth is such close quarters that you’re able to pull this off, so you trace over his joggers and locate his cock, cupping it in your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

His expression makes you imagine that he’s got steam coming out of his ears. His pointy elf ears perk up in surprise as he raises his eyebrows and bites his lip. A little smile is still across his lips, because he loves you and trusts you, and you make him so flustered that his heart does little somersaults and he doesn’t know what to do.

“B-bunny! What do you think you’re doing?” He quietly asks and you feel just like the nickname he gave you, a little mischievous bunny rabbit.

“Just reaching for what I’d like to order next off the menu, why?” your eyes are twinkling up at him. He has an idea, a bold idea that you’ll definitely like.

“Oh yeah? You’re still really hungry, aren’t you?” You don’t know what’s possessed him to say something so teasing in public of all places, but you are here for it, and hope he does so more often.

“Yes, my love, ‘m so hungry for you, I could eat you up right here, right now.” Suddenly, you gasp loudly, as you feel something hot and wet, with suction cups trailing up your leg. His violet eyes look at yours knowingly, and you realize what he might be doing.

“ ’Majiki,” you breathe, and his tentacle slides up further and further under your dress. You whimper, and take a sip of tea to distract yourself from making more noise, but the look your boyfriend is giving you is not helping one bit. He looks hungry for you, too. The tentacle snakes over to your pussy, and moves your panties to the side. Is he….?

You’re biting your finger to keep the noise down, but you want to scream at how good he feels, rubbing his suction cups on your clit, then dipping into your wet center.

“Baby, is there something wrong? Don’t tell me you’ll let your food get cold,” his sweet voice is hiding the filth of his actions , and being caught by surprise is only magnifying your arousal.

“Hah~ I’m just fine, babe, just have a sudden, mmmhh—” his tentacle thrusts in nice and deep, looking for your sweet spot, and you buck into him as it gets thicker and stretches you out—“c-craving for more seafood, don’t worry ‘bout me!” You try to eat a bit more, and he decides not to mess *too* much with being inside you, and stays suctioning your clit lewdly, driving you wild. He decides, he loves playing with his food, to play with his dessert. The faces you’re making in the little booth as you try to keep your composure and keep eating are so cute, and his sensitive ears pick up on the little soft mewls you’re attempting to keep hushed and at bay.

He can tell you’re so wet, and feels how hot your fleshy walls are as they suck him in, and he wants to put his cock inside you. But he can’t yet. “Aww, bunny, well I have a special dessert for you, but it’s from another place, if you’re interested. You’ll just have to save lots of room.”

All you can really do is nod, because otherwise the whole restaurant would hear you moaning his name, which might humiliate you both—and he slams the cash down on the table, pulls away from you, and ushers you into the car.

At home, you’ll definitely get your dessert, all because your boyfriend loved how much you showed him you wanted him. x

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a/n well guys, I hope you enjoyed these lil drabbles that I crammed into one post! some of them may have been pretty rushed so I could keep it not wayyy too long but let me know in the reblogs / comments what you think ! thanks for reading and I hope you liked the drawings too. i may take commissions and drawing requests if you ask me 💕

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tightjeansjavi · 3 months

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Congrats on being here writing for one year!!!

🦋Can I please request a little mini drabble for Javi G?

And since you know I love my little bad boi/soft boi - can you please make him a little naughty? He's not a big, mean man, but I think he can be spicy when he wants to be.

xoxoxo

Patti, anything for you my darling 💗

Thank you for taking my Javi G v-card ;)

Tease

A/N: spicy, spicy, spicy! 🥵🌶️

~word count: 1.3k~

Summary: being Javi Gutierrez’s personal assistant comes with many perks.

Pairing | Javi Gutierrez x f!personal assistant reader

Warnings: smut with no plot, power imbalance (boss/employee) reader is ballsy and bold, mutual pining, unprotected piv, fingering, teasing (like HELLA) seductress reader, noncon/dubcon (reader is naked in his eye-line on purpose) javi is respectful till he’s not, dom!javi, reader can understand Spanish, reader has no physical descriptions such as body type or skin color, no age gap (no mention of age) +18, minors dni!

translations:

¡Mierda! - Shit!

Querida - darling

Ten piedad de mí, joder - have mercy on me, fuck

Hermosa - gorgeous

Chica mala - bad girl

translations done by @angelofsmalldeath-codeine & @yoongi-tangerine-22

Being Javi Gutierrez’s personal assistant came with…many perks. Javi was always a generous man, and even though he was your boss, and you knew it was shameful to be attracted to him, you couldn’t help it.

But what’s a girl to do with an assumed one-sided attraction? Tease the shit out of him till he simply can’t take it anymore.

It started off innocent, light touches here and there. Fluttering of lashes, giggles, and asking him questions about himself that did not pertain to the conversation at hand.

You loved to see him stutter over his responses and rub the back of his neck, or card his fingers through his luscious, soft curls.

He never acted upon his desires and urges. He always was respectful, polite, and boy, did that often drive you up a wall.

You were desperate to know what kind of man Javi Gutierrez was in the bedroom.

You started wearing revealing clothing around him. Short skirts, low-cut tops that had your tits practically staring him in the face. Flowy sundresses that allowed for easy access to your bare cunt.

He found you purposely bent over at times, with the seam of your pussy exposed—puffy, dripping a droplet of arousal like the sweetest fruit a man could ever taste.

Tempted by the bared fruit of Eden, he was. The urge was there, but never satiated. You were his assistant, and he was your boss. It would be shameful.

The sun was hot, blistering, boiling on your skin. One of the perks of living at Javi’s coastal home, was your free access to his inground pool. As long as you did your job, you could spend your free time lounging poolside for hours.

Today you decided to spice things up a bit more than usual knowing the exact time that Javi would come down for his afternoon swim. You would be there, waiting for him.

At first, he didn’t notice your naked form sunbathing on your stomach, ankles crossed in a relaxed position on the poolside chaise lounge. His mind was elsewhere: a new screenplay idea.

He whistled, throwing his towel down on the chair beside you, stretching his arms above his head, giving you a tiny peek at the happy trail at the top of his very tight speedo.

Your sunglasses tip down over the bridge of your nose as you shamelessly drink him in. Salivating at the look of his bronzed, golden skin that you absolutely would love to sink your teeth into.

“Mr. Gutierrez, so nice of you to join me.” You giggle softly, waving your fingers in a teasing motion.

He does a double take when his eyes finally gloss over your naked body. His pupils expand, and he nearly stumbles over his two feet.

“¡Mierda!” He exclaims, covering his eyes and shaking his head. “Querida, why are you naked?!” The harmless nickname slips past his lips, his eyes going wide behind the cover of his hands when the realization hits.

“Aw, Javi! I’m your darling? Wow, you sure know how to get a gal feeling flustered!” You giggle again and slowly roll over onto your back, thighs falling open over the side of the lounge chair, just enough that he can see the outline of your cunt. “It’s far too hot to be wearing anything, Javi. My skin is absolutely boiling.” You said with a soft, airy sigh, letting your hand drift southwards to rest along your stomach. Inching—

Ten piedad de mí, joder. He thinks.

He doesn’t respond, feeling flustered as a hot flush spreads across his face. He averts from making eye contact with you and tosses his sunglasses onto his towel. You swear you hear him curse under his breath just before he dives into the refreshing pool.

Darn.

Javi finally loses his cool when the second draft of his new screenplay is rejected. He’s been so distracted with you and your antics that he hasn’t been able to focus! Well, he’s about to show you just how frustrated he truly is with you.

You don’t hear him approaching at first from where you’re bent over the sink, focused on washing the dishes and the song playing in your AirPods.

Your hips are swaying to the side, loose and flowy and from where Javi is standing in the opening of the kitchen, he’s practically burning holes into the back of your head.

Fucking tease.

He stalks forward, coming up behind you and nearly rips the earbuds from your ears, tossing them onto the countertop.

“Hey—” you start to say, losing your voice in your throat when you feel Javi’s palm slip between the apex of your thighs, fingers just barely brushing between the seam of your cunt.

“You’re a dirty fucking tease, querida.” He growls against the shell of your ear. His freehand yanks you back by your hip. He inhales your scent, familiar—his fucking cologne? “Naughty fucking tease. Are you—wearing my cologne?” He drags his fingers through your folds, gathering up your apparent arousal, sticky and wet for him. “Dripping all over the freshly washed tiles, hermosa.”

“Fuuck—” you whimper, pressing your ass directly against the growing bulge in his cotton shorts. Your head lolls to the side, falling back against his shoulder. “I’m your dirty fucking tease, Javi.” You spread your thighs further for him as he continues his ministrations, “Wearing your cologne, sir. Stole it from your room because I’m a bad, bad, girl. I wanted you to smell yourself on me.”

He nips at your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin, sucking harshly on your pulse point as he eases two fingers inside of your sopping cunt, knuckle deep. “Fucking always wearing short skirts around me. Those goddamn sundresses. Lost my mind when you were sunbathing naked, cunt on full display without a care in the world. You’ve made it so, so hard for me to keep my hands to myself, querida.”

“Javiii!” You whine, “please don’t keep your hands to yourself, baby. Please. Have your way with me, sir. I’m all yours.” You don’t give a flying fuck how desperate you sound for this man, you’ve been pining after him for far too long to care.

“Yeah? You think I should, hermosa? Think I should give you my cock? That’s what you want, right? You want my cock? I don’t think you deserve it, querida. Not after you’ve driven me up a fucking wall. Naughty little teases don’t get rewarded.”

He begins to shallowly pump his fingers, knuckle deep, curling them inwards. You can feel the bite of the cooling touch of his expensive rings against your hot skin. “Please, Javi! Give me anything—I’ll take whatever you give me! Your cock, your fingers!” You cry out.

“Yeah? You’re that fucking desperate for me, querida? You want my cock that fucking bad? Look at you, dripping all over my fingers…” he hums, pressing the hardening length of his cock against your ass. “You want me to fuck you so bad, little tease? Take my cock out then, hermosa. Fuck yourself on it.”

You waste no time to reach behind and blindly search for the waistband of his shorts. You let out a frustrating whine when he pulls himself back slightly just so you have to work for it a little harder. He hisses between his teeth, working his fingers inside of you faster when you finally pull his cock free through the opening of his shorts.

He’s heavy in your palm, tip weeping an angry bead of precum when you pull him back in just as he slips his fingers out. You're both a mess of breathy moans when you ease him into your wet heat, tight pussy hugging him like a fist as he bottoms out.

He’s thick, girthy, and it’s overwhelming to have all of him stuffed inside of you. It’s a delicious sensation: being stretched open by Javi’s cock.

“You’re enjoying this too fucking much, hermosa.” He keeps a firm grip on your hip, his other snakes around you, dipping between your thighs so he can thrum your sensitive clit. “Fuck yourself on it, chica mala.”

And so you do.

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A Little Motivation - (e.s) | Pt. 2

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Baseball Player!Eric x Fem! Reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Summary: Now that you have Eric’s undivided attention, he is determined to study hard and claim his prize. But will he be able to handle how hot his prize is?

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 2.1K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), multiple male masturbation, oral (both m! and f! receiving because… it’s a 69 🤪), handjob, face riding, groping, some dry humping, cum eating, hickies, pussy!drunk Eric, reader turns Eric into a fumbling mess, praise kink mentioned, let me know if I missed anything. Proofread once.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: Part 2 is finally up! Sorry for the wait y’all, but at least I didn’t leave this one dusting away in the WIPs. Consider this my advanced birthday gift to our puppy boy Eric!

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Read Part 1 here!

Ever since the tutoring session, Eric could not stop thinking about you.

The old image of you suddenly shifting into a new one as he replayed the chain of events that had happened hours ago. It was like you were a gift slowly unraveling in front of him. And he was eager to know what kind of surprise was in store for tomorrow.

As soon as he got home, he ran to his room and plopped down. Hastily unzipping his pants and freeing his aching member from his boxers to relieve all the pent up tension you’d given him earlier.

Spitting on his palm for extra lubrication before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, gradually pumping himself as he holds your used panties in his other hand. Shoving the damp material against his face as he inhales the scent of you, wishing it was you that was bouncing on his length instead of his hand.

The blue balls you had given him was so bad, he even came thrice in succession. Continuing to fist himself after the first high came around until his body started to convulse after the third one.

He can’t recall a time anyone has ever had an effect on him like this. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been in a dry spell for quite sometime, or maybe because there was something with the way your eyes bore deep into his soul. Or maybe even your teasing but delicate touches that sent shivers down his spine like no one ever had.

Either way, whatever trance you’ve placed him under he swore he never wanted to get out of it.

After rounds of relieving himself Eric was motivated to study hard for your next tutoring session tomorrow, something he would never be caught doing in a million years.

He was incredibly determined to please you. Not only because of the special reward you had promised him, but because there was something with the way you praised him that gave him a newfound confidence. Not even the compliments from his coach or the screams of adoring fans during games could compare to what he felt with you.

Eric leaned back on his chair for a moment thinking about it again. His heart fluttering against his chest as he replayed your sweet words of praise.

“I’m so proud of you!”

“You’re doing sooo well…”

“A little reward for today superstar, you deserve it.”

His mind started to drift as he thought about how your alluring voice would sound as you praised him for other things aside from school work. Thinking about the way your hands would slowly comb through his hair as praises turned into moans of his name. Chanting his name like an endless prayer while he had his way with you.

Eric shook his head and immediately patted his face to get himself out of the little fantasy brewing in his mind before his cock stirs in his pants again.

‘Keep on studying and you’ll get your reward tomorrow.’ He told himself.

This was definitely going to be a long night for him.

As soon as Eric rang the doorbell to your apartment, he was immediately greeted by the image of you wearing what he thinks was the most jaw dropping sundress he’d ever seen.

The way the fabric naturally hugged your figure, accentuating every curve that he never noticed until now. Not to mention how lightheaded he felt the moment he got a whiff of your perfume, slowly permeating his lungs as he stood there frozen like an idiot.

“Well… let’s get to it shall we?” You smile, already noticing the effect you have on him.

“Y-yeah. Yeah sure let’s go.” He stutters.

It was a good thing Eric studied the night prior, otherwise nothing would've entered his brain after reviewing with you for almost two hours straight (which was a new record for both of you).

“Wow, you went through the entire session without looking at your phone!” You exclaim as you close your notebook shut.

“What can I say? I love to learn.” Eric smugly says as he leans his back on his chair, raising his arms to stretch for a moment.

“Oh yeah?” You flirtatiously reply. You visibly see Eric gulp down whatever was stuck in his throat as his cheeks started to turn slightly pink.

You let out a small giggle as you pull out the mock test from your bag and slide the stapled papers his way.

“Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Eric nibbled on his nails as he anxiously watched you grade his paper. Nervously shaking his leg as you kept on flipping to the next page with no reaction on your face whatsoever.

As soon as you finished, you flipped back to the very first page and wrote down on the top right corner his overall grade and drew many stars around it. You looked up at him with the most breathtaking smile he’d ever seen.

“Good job Eric! You got a perfect on this mock test!” You praise him as you rest your hand on top of his and give a light squeeze. The small gesture making his heart flutter inside his chest.

“Almost seems like you studied before the session, hm?” You raise your eyebrow.

“Me? Studying outside our tutoring sessions? Pfsh-” Eric replies but refusing to look you in the eye.

You laugh at his reaction and it was like he was seeing hearts floating around you and the feeling of your warm hand still holding his was enough for him to feel a sudden throb beneath his jeans.

Jesus, keep it together Eric.

“So.. Uh… About that reward…” He inserts the reminder before any awkward air entering between the conversation.

“Oh. Eager now are we?” You tease as you push your chair backwards and stand up.

You walk over to him and hold your hand out for him, grabbing it and getting up from his seat as you lead him into the living room, instantly pushing his shoulders down as he plops onto the couch.

Eric doesn't even have time to process what’s going on until you suddenly straddle his lap, both knees resting at each side of his thighs as you lower yourself onto him. His hands immediately find purchase on the soft dips of your hips.

“For doing so good today, you get to choose what kind of reward you want superstar-”

You immediately dive into his neck, placing light pecks until they start to turn into lingering kisses. Licking and sucking on his pulse as you wait for him to tell you what reward he wants to cash in.

“H-holy shit-” Eric eyes roll back as he tries to focus on the softness of your lips kissing his sensitive skin.

You hold his hands in yours as you guide them under your dress. Guiding him from the globes of your ass to your inner thighs. As Eric explores the softness of your body with his fingertips, he lets out a deep groan as he discovers the fact that you were not wearing underwear this whole time.

God, you were going to be the death of him.

You feel Eric's bulge twitch beneath you, trying to hide the smirk growing on your face as you continue to leave red and purple marks on his neck. Who would’ve known how pussy drunk he could get?

“C’mon Eric. What will it be?” You mumble against his neck.

He tries to open his mouth to speak, but all the words just end up stuck in his throat as groans escape his lips instead. You pull your head away from his neck and move your face closer to his.

“Why don’t I make the decision for you, hm?” You lean to give him a deep kiss before pulling away, grinning from ear to ear as his lips attempt to chase after yours.

“Just lie down for me okay? Let me do all the work.” You whisper in his ear.

Eric whines at the lost of your body against his as you get off his lap. His eyes are focused on you the whole time as you instruct him to lie down on the couch, waiting to see what you’ll do to him next.

You straddle him once more, but this time sitting on his stomach as you face the other way with your ass in his line of vision. Eric’s not able to see what you’re up to, but he can definitely feel and hear his belt unbuckling and your fingers pulling the zipper of his jeans down as you free his aching cock.

He feels your hands slide into his jeans, his length throbbing in your hands as you continue to palm him sensually. You could feel your own core throbbing simultaneously as you play with him, hooking your fingers to the waistband of his briefs before completely freeing his member.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his fully erect cock, his pink flushed tip weeping with pre cum as it twitches on its own. Veins protruding on his length indicating how hard he is for you. You adjust your position, moving backwards to sit on his chest as you lower your head to give his mushroom head a few kisses and kitten licks.

The act alone already has Eric moaning like an untouched virgin. The way he could feel you kissing his member all over and lapping at his length slowly. But his eyes roll back as soon as he feels his cock suddenly enter the warm and wet cavern of your mouth.

“Fuck, just like that-” Eric mumbles as his eyes flutter shut. The way your mouth expertly moves up and down, almost as if his cock was actually inside your cunt. This was probably the best head he’s ever had in his life. His head completely in the clouds as you kept on working your mouth on him.

Eric instinctively places his hands to your ass, pushing the hem of your dress to your waist and exposing your naked bottom. The moment he opens his eyes, he’s greeted by the image of your glistening cunt inches away from his face. The sweet smell of your essence makes his cock twitch inside your mouth.

He wastes no time by pulling your ass closer to his face and immediately darts his tongue between your folds, lapping and sucking at your core as much as he can.

The feeling of his mouth practically making out with your pussy lips makes you suck him even harder than before. Muffled moans shared between you as you both busy yourselves with tasting one another.

You release his length from your mouth with a pop, continuing to pleasure him as your hand fists him up and down. Soft whines escape your lips as the tip of his tongue flicks your sensitive clit.

You’re so desperate to chase after your high, you don't even realize you’re starting to grind your core onto his face. The vibrations of his groans against your cunt making your walls clench at nothing.

Eric feels like he’s entered a different dimension. He’s never had a girl aggressively ride his face like this before. The way he’s starting to lose oxygen and taste nothing but you drives him closer to the edge of his own high.

You already know he’s close with the way his moans begin to stutter. So you take his length inside your mouth once more as you suck the life out of him and continue riding his face like there’s no tomorrow.

You both reach your highs together, his warm load exploding inside your mouth as Eric laps and sucks whatever essence comes out of you as if he’d been dying of thirst. You immediately get off his chest and adjust your position to face him, slightly giggling at his obvious fucked out face.

His senses come back to him as he starts feeling you grind your bare pussy on his strained cock, whining as soon as you stop rolling your hips and lean down to kiss him again. You smile into the kiss as you feel him throb beneath you. Tasting yourselves as your tongues intertwine for a moment.

As you break from the kiss, Eric looks at you with stars in his eyes. The way you seem to be glowing in front of him as you gently caress cheek. You give him a small kiss on his forehead as you smile at him before leaning close to his lips to whisper,

“See? All you needed was a little motivation…”

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