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cindylcuwho · 8 days

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“ wanted to play ★ “

— ꒰ 🍒 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ꒱ matt was already having an attitude, but you were understanding of it. but as soon as he decided to test your limits you quickly reminded him of who had control.

— ꒰ 🐁 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ꒱ smut ! sub!bratty! matt, brat tamer! reader, slapping, oral (m! receiving), edging / overstimulation, dacryphilia , mommy kink, mentions of arguing and fighting, swearing, pet names (pretty/good boy, slut, etc), no use of y/n (i think?), riding, etc. 2252 words .

— ꒰ 🗯️ 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ꒱ no one was writing brat! matt so yk ya girl had to .. feedback is appreciated, im getting back into writing smut so lmk if this sucked 😭

matt slammed his cup roughly against the marble counter, alarming you and nick that stood at the kitchen island of his presence.

nick glanced at him sideways, cringing at the behavior of his little brother who was ignoring their stares as he refilled the cup, “the fuck if your problem?” he muttered to nobody specific. you shrugged at him, eyebrows matching the frown your lips held as you witnessed the beginning of your boyfriends random outburst.

chris’ obnoxiously loud footsteps banged against the stairs as he made his way up, thumbs tapping away at his phone and not taking a notice to anybody in the area. matt squeezed his eyes shut, annoyance deepening at this.

he moved towards the counter at the same time matt turned away with his already re-filled cup. they both slammed into each other, making the drink splash mainly against matt.

his shirt was soaked, clinging to his body as he stood with an expression of pure rage. chris let out a nervous laugh, “sorry matt.” he had already turned to continue whatever he wanted to, but matt was still standing there, open mouth and stuck in anger.

“what the fuck, chris!” he yelled. matt didn’t continue yelling, though, only stomping his way back to your shared room, making sure to slam the door to worsen the cringe you and his brothers held at the tone.

you stared at the closed door with a saddened expression. matt was perfectly fine yesterday, functioning like he normally would and bouncing up the walls- so why was he so upset today?

nick stood straight, glancing at you before speaking, “whatever, just make sure he’s ready in 20, we need to film today.” he reminded before walking off to his own room, now leaving only you and chris standing in the kitchen.

you and chris shared a look of still confusion, before you left him alone and chose to dare walk towards the door of your shared room.

knocking on the door, you can hear matt let out an obnoxious sigh as ruffles followed, then the door swung open to reveal his dark eye bags and tired face of the man you love.

“what?” matt mumbled. he walked from the door and back to your bed, sitting on the edge as you walked in, closing the door behind you so both of you can talk. “are you okay, matt?”

when he didn’t answer, you took it upon yourself to straddle his waist, hands cupping his cheeks to force matt to look at you.

matt’s hands instinctively made their way to your hips, his hard expression softening the longer he stared at your worried face. “what happened?” you quietly asked, not wanting to further disturb him. matt only sighed, looking down at his thigh-caged lap.

“jus’ not a good day.” he mumbled. you nodded at that, “wanna talk about it?” matt shook his head, “jus’ wanna stay like this.” he buried his head in your chest, pecking small wet kisses to the top of your boobs, willingly trying to suffocate himself in your scent.

you smiled at the affection, softly pulling his hair back so you can look at him. matt whined in protest but still followed your hand, looking up at you and waiting for your words.

“wanna feel better, pretty boy?” matt eagerly nodded. you pushed his chest, his upper body falling down on your bed as you crawled upwards. “you—“

a loud, disturbing knock interrupted the moment. “cmon, we gotta go!” nick called out. neither matt or you moved, both silently praying he’d just leave.

nick continued to pound on the door, making it obvious there’d be no stop unless matt was going to walk out. he gave you a look of pity before moving you off of him, getting off the bed.

you couldn’t help the roll your eyes did as you watched matt walk to the door. “just an hour, okay?” you nodded, saying ‘i love you’ before he pulled the door open to reveal his brother.

matt was instantly put back into the back mood he originally was in. you could tell by the stomps he made, echoing through the house and down the steps and to the car.

“matt, calm the fuck down!” was the thing said when the boys came back, making you look up from your phone to see matt and chris’ red, angered faces as nick stayed quiet behind both of them.

matt didn’t respond, choosing to shove his brother into the wall. all three began yelling incoherent words at each other, matt swung a to on chris’ jaw, making the youngest respond with tackling him in the wall.

nick managed to break between them before another hit was landed, pointing for chris to go to his room and matt to the other side of the house- to the kitchen.

he was the only one to notice you, sparing a quick wave before following chris down the stairs to lecture him. you watched as matt heavily breathed at the counter, and the way he moved to angrily grab food from the cabinets to begin dinner.

you moved from the living room and towards him. matt was adding salt to the beginning-to-boil water with his back facing you- creating the perfect moment to wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his neck in an attempt to comfort.

except this time, matt didn’t falter at the touch, instead he only stiffened more. “matty, you okay?” you whispered, softly rubbing your hands up and down his back.

matt only rolled his eyes, grabbing the pasta package and dumping it in the water. “matt, answer me.” you pleaded. he continued to ignore you, now beginning to cook and break apart the meat for meatballs in the pan.

“matthew.”

“the fuck you want?” matt gritted his teeth. he broke away from your touch, moving to the fridge for nothing. you were still standing at the oven, taken aback by his harsh words.

he slammed the fridge door shut, still standing there as he eyed your figure down. your body was covered by one of his enlarged plain black shirts and shorts.

“well?” he snarked, “cmon spit it out, i know damn well you know how to use words.” matt crossed his arms, the bold words leaving his smirked mouth.

your eyebrows knotted at this, “excuse me?” giving him a chance to take it back. matt still remained in the stance, giving you a look of ‘well?’ as your face hardened like his had been earlier.

“watch how the fuck you talk to me, matthew.” you warned. matt scoffed, walking back to the stove to lower the temperature of the pan and stirring the pasta before looking back at you, “or what? you won’t do shit.”

it was your turn to cross your arms, eyes squinting as matt gave you a daring look to do anything. kissing your teeth, you pulled his tattoo covered arm, not listening to the weak protests as you pulled him into your room and shoved him on your bed.

“wh-what’re you doing?” matt whimpered as you trailed your hand down his body. “why, huh? you wanted to play.” you played with his belt buckle, teasing him.

matt remained silent, watching as you slowly slid his jeans down, along with his boxers to let his cock slap up against his stomach. his hips bucked as your fingers traced along the vein running on the side, a smirk held on your face at his small noises.

a dribble of spit dangled from your lips, sliding down matt’s tip that was as red as his cheeks. he let out a moan from the feeling, pleading for you to touch him more.

you lowered your mouth on him, tongue sliding around his addictive tasting cock as you painfully slow bobbed your head up and down in rhythm.

matt couldn’t help tangling his hand in your hair, holding it in place as he tried bucking his hips head to try and face fuck you. you pulled off, wrapping your hand around the length instead and squeezed roughly, making matt let out a loud whimper from the slight pain.

you stared into his eyes, before raising you hand to land a slap against his already pink cheek. matt’s head turned with the hit, “pl-please.” he whined. “please what, baby?” you forcefully made him look at you by grabbing his chin.

matt whimpered, tears now beginning to pour out of his eyes and running down his face. while you were squeezing his jaw, your other hand was still wrapped around his member, playing with the tip that was leaking out pre-cum.

matt threw his head back, “please– i-im gonna cum!” his thighs shook furiously as the knot in his stomach tightened. you shook your head, “no, you’re gonna hold it like a good boy.” you decided.

he lout out loud moans, mentally begging his subconscious to not let loose from your touch, wanting to stay your good boy but his body desperately wanted to break the rule- to have his cum shoot out and onto your hand.

just as he began to hurriedly bucked into your fist to help the feeling, you pulled it away, instead resting it around his neck and softly squeezed.

matt dropped his head, looking at you as he shook his head with tears, “no, no, no, no–“ he cried, “please- fuck please let me cum, mommy.” his hips mindlessly bucked into the air, but he was gaining no friction besides the cool air.

“you’re so pretty, baby.” you praised. your hand moved up to twirl his brunette strands as matt let out heavy breaths to try and calm down from the almost-release.

pressing small kisses to the side of his sweaty forehead, you managed to slide your shorts down for what’s next to come too.

just as matt was regaining himself from the needy feeling, you straddled his lap. your clothed pussy grinding against his already rock hard cock.

“no—“ matt choked on a moan. you smirked, placing a kiss to his plump lips, moving your panties to the side and grabbing his bright red cock.

he was already losing himself from the feeling of sliding through your soaked folds. sliding the tip in you sighed, “fuck, matty, so- so good for me.” you clawed at his chest, sinking down fully on his cock.

matt’s eyes were closed tightly, waiting for you to begin moving up and down but it never happened. he opened them, giving you a pleading look but you already had another plan, “want you to fuck me, ‘kay?”

he eagerly nodded his head, hands resting on your hips as he began thrusting up at a fast pace, not giving you another second to readjust to his size.

“fuck- fuck- mommy you’re so fuckin’ tight- i-i can’t .” tears began to spill out again, complimenting his reddened face. your hands rested on his thighs, throwing your own hips down to meet his thrusts, chasing your own release.

you let out praises, only encouraging matt to further his thrusts into you. “fuck- baby, im cumming!” you called out, eyes shut as you clenched around his cock with a loud whine.

hips eagerly meeting his, soon your white cream was surrounding his cock. you continued to ride out the high feeling as matt was still thrusting up, chasing his own.

you leaned forward, wrapping a hand around matt’s neck, “you wanna cum?” you rhetorically asked. matt only looked at you with a pleading look. “beg, cmon i know damn well you know how to speak.” you repeated the words he said that got him in this situation.

“please, please, fuck! mommy i needa’ cum!” matt complied with the begging. his hands were squeezing tightly around your hips the same way your cunt was still squeezing around his length, being sure to leave marks.

you gave him a smile, before slapping his hands away and moving off his cock. matt was crying even harder from the loss, still begging for you to go back on him, not even stopping as your mouth was sliding down on him.

matt kept his hips grounded, hoping this time you’d grant him the pleasure of cumming. his moans were loud and raspy as you gulped down the inches of his cock, every now and then the tip would graze the back of your throat.

his eyes were at the back of his head, matt’s body had gone limp at this point. “wanna cum- please.” he blabbered. he had gone dumb on the want of cumming.

you pulled off, slurping around the sides with a nod, finally allowing him to. matt’s entire body shook, the white streams shooting out and landing on his body, and covering your hand.

once you were done cleaning it away with your tongue, you moved your body up so you can check on him. “baby, you okay?” your hand softly grabbed his tear stained cheek, thumb stroking it.

matt nodded, but didn’t open his eyes. he was tired, now craving sleep. “ ‘m sorry, sweetheart.” he mumbled. you pressed yet another kiss to his sweaty forehead, “it’s okay, don’t worry.”

he nodded at your words, snuggling into the blanket. you watched his calm state for a moment before remembering the food on the stove.

moving from the bed you walked to the door, “i’ll be back, you gonna be awake for food?” you asked. matt gave no response, probably already in a much needed sleep.

— ꒰ ☀️ 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ꒱ @mrsmiagreer , @sturn3g1rl , @loliek17372 , @theweekd4y , @slut4mattsturn , @wh0resstuff , @sturnioloxlver , @matt444nixi , @tink14 , @m-c-n , @sturnlover4eva , @gxldenlush , @maggieflms , @s-s-842 , @ifearimaybeanamericanidiot @matthewsturniolosactualgf , @slut4chriss , @mattscoquette , @ellie-luvsfics , @bi-and-proud27 , @thelittlelightwhenthetvisoff , @ryleighryleigh , @chichibooma , @qrzrrae , @cherrypostsposts , @ccolleenn , @jnkvivi , @v1xyboy9 , @yomamaslays4lyfe , @75sturn , @pepsienthusiasts , @steveharrigtonslut , @imwetforyourmom , @venusjaynie , @lydi2718 , @elle4321 , @mfcherry , @0strawberrysorbet0 , @robins-scoop , @slut4mattsturn , @sturnlover4eva , @sturnioloco , @l0v3lyt1ny , @sturnioloxlver , @daddyslilchickenfingers2 , @annamcdonalds67 , @chrislapdog , @whore4matt , @nmegamett20 , @fallingforfalll2 , @earring-bastard , @luvr4miya , @euphoric-mind-07 , @lanas-doll , @luanetaluneta .

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hijackalx · 5 months

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MALE BG3 COMPANIONS TURN ONS/KINKS +18

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

NON-COMPANIONS/NON-ORIGIN COMPANIONS

A/N: i limited myself to just 5 per companion otherwise this would get wayyyy too long lol but if u guys want pt. 2 let me know 💗

ASTARION

CORRUPTION

ok this is mostly because he has more than one instance in the game where he mentions virgins lol. i think he would totally get off on "corrupting" someone inexperienced and sweet, like i can see him loving the idea of teaching u or showing u new things. will poke fun at how innocent u are and the whole time he's ROCK fucking hard 😭😭

BRAT TAMING

this man loves to play games. he likes people who have nerve but mostly because it feels so good to put them in their place. the act of MAKING u obey is so hot to him and soooo fun (he’s also into how it humiliates u by making u submit)

AGE DIFFERENCE

NOW LISTEN !!! LISTEN he is OLD !!!! as FUCK !!! he's been alive a longggg time. i think it probably turns him on to be more experienced than u not only in bed but in general. ok i will come clean i'm thinking of the conversation he has with wyll about the word "agog". like secretly he probably loves that ur so young and dumb 💗 (even if ur not actually young, just young in comparison to him) he feels some kind of superiority when he bestows his old man wisdom upon u ⚡️🧙‍♂️ also it prolly adds some "forbidden" or "taboo" feeling to the sex that he likes 🤫

BONDAGE

the fact that u trust him enough to do something like this is so hot. he likes to watch u struggle against the restraints while he teases or overstimulates u. probably the type to use silk or fluffy handcuffs lol. afterwards he’ll kiss any bruises/marks left behind (the best part)

DACRYPHILIA

I ALWAYS SAY THIS IM SORRY but since he has that sadistic side i genuinely think he's into seeing u cry. the sounds/faces u make and seeing u reduced to such a vulnerable state. will try to overstimulate u to the point of tears so he can wipe them off ur face and make u clean them from his fingers hehe 💗

GALE

TEMPERATURE PLAY

OF COURSE this mf is using magic for this. he'll get pretty creative with it too— ooh wait bondage using ICE restraints??? yes ??? no ??? can he do that ??? anyway. he will tease a lot by switching between hot and cold, mostly because he loves watching how u react. likes if u use it on him too but not as much as he likes using it on u.

EXHIBITIONISM/VOYEURISM

i think he’s the type of dude to want to watch u touch yourself. and vice versa. will also want to jerk off while watching clone!gale fuck u. he’ll want to fuck in places where u guys might get caught too, mostly because he wants to show u off and make other people envious

SEX TOYS

^^ like i said before he’ll want to watch u use toys on urself, also might like it if u let him tell u how to use it. he’ll use some too, but usually only if u want to watch him use it on himself (or if u use them on each other obv). he doesn’t really use them much alone. the exhibition part is what’s most exciting to him

FACESITTING

probably one of his favorite positions honestly. he just really likes to eat u out and he’s soooo good at it. loves the feeling of ur weight on his body and how u grind against his face. it also gives him lots of access to ur thighs so he can squeeze and kiss them 💗💗

CLONING

i already mentioned how he’ll watch clone!gale fuck u. but he will also want to tag team/double team u with clone!gale 😭😭. can he do clones of other people? if he can he might also like making a clone of u too. that would be the craziest foursome ever holy shit LMAOO imagine getting fucked by URSELF (he would be so into watching that honestly that’s a gale top 3 fantasy moment)

WYLL

BREEDING

i think he wants to have so many babies. and to stuff u full of babies. filling u up with his cum is so hot to him and he will go multiple rounds just to really get it in there LMAO also really likes the way his cum looks when it’s leaking out of u 💗

PRAISE

he loves to give AND receive praise. he will tell u how ur doing so good for him and how beautiful u look. BUT he also wants u to tell him how good he’s making u feel and how handsome he is (he’ll lowkey get kind of insecure if ur too quiet, he really feeds off of how u respond) he also likes praise in the form of noises too if ur too shy to say anything lol

ROLEPLAY

i think he would he into roleplaying a little bit. particularly him being a knight and u being his prince/princess. will want u to dress the part and everything. he really gets off seeing u in the regal get up— i don’t think he would go too overboard with the knight thing though (like putting on an entire steel knight outfit 😭😭 that would take too long to get off. he’d combust) but he’ll prolly put on a little chainmail or something if u want.

CLOTHED SEX

yeah he’s going to want to fuck u with the princess/prince fit ON. but also i think he’d really be into dry humping tbh….. like if he’s saving himself until marriage then i don’t think he sees dry humping as real sex so it’s okay ooohh that’s so naughty wyll 😈😈 probably loves to watch u get off on his thigh through ur clothes

SENSORY DEPRIVATION

THIS…… might be far fetched…… but i feel like he’d be into this. like blindfolding (yes he’d let u blindfold him too), wearing gloves when u touch each other and etc….. wait the gloves is actually so hot though like leather gloves? imagine he blindfolds u and then touches u with the gloves on…. ooh baby

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

NON-COMPANIONS/NON-ORIGIN COMPANIONS

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #gale dekarios #wyll ravengard #astarion ancunin #gale bg3 #wyll bg3 #my headcanons

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myung-heee · 9 months

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on his knees.

pairings: idol!mingi x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: oral (fem receiving), masturbation (male), crying, squirting, overstimulation, his members were outside, idkkk if i missed smt

"y/n... please!" he whimpered as he continued to press his hands against your thighs. "Leave me alone, Mingi! I'm trying to play," you murmured, warningly looking at him.

He was on his knees, hands on your thighs. While you were playing a game on his computer, he was kneeling. You felt the gaming chair turn in his direction as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you deeply. You whined as you pushed his chest away and drew your kiss out. With those furrowed brows, he glanced at you.

"There's a place for your horniness, baby, and I'm not going to entertain it, so know your place," he was about to complain when you flipped the gaming chair around back to where it was used to be, in the front of his desk.

He rose up and grumbled, "you're suck at that game, im way better than you anyhow," he said, rolling his eyes. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. You merely scoffed, knowing he was just sulking.

You whined as the game finished. "I don't get it, Mingii!" you said, but he remained unresponsive. "This game sucks. It's not me! It's the fucking game!" you rolled your eyes as the other players complained, asking, "Is he drunk?" 'Why does he play like a child?' they wondered, knowing the player well.

When you heard the bathroom door open, your attention was drawn to it. Mingi eventually went outside, his hair wet, wearing a black t-shirt and sweatpants. He strolled right past you as if you weren't there, and you rolled your eyes as you glanced at him sitting on his bed.

You noticed him trying to dry his own hair with a towel, so you approached him and took the towel in his hands, attempting to brush the cloth through his hair. He remained mute.

"Are you mad, baby?" you inquired.

"mhm.." he muttered.

Too honest, you rolled your eyes.

"Why?" you exclaimed.

He gave you a sideways glance. "you ignored me for a game you can't even play, baby... you made me touch myself alone in the bathroom... you know what's worse? I'm still hard," he murmured.

When you looked down, you noticed his stiff cock against his sweatpants. You stared at him, and your gazes locked. "Was your hand not enough?" you asked softly.

He closed his eyes as he shoved your hands away, carried you, and tossed you on the bed. It happened so quickly that you were already lying on the bed when you looked up.

"Stop acting like you're so innocent, baby," he muttered as he stood up. "It doesn't suit you.." it was almost a whisper, he knelt down and pulled your pajamas down.

You attempted to sit down but were stopped when he looked at you and said, "don't you dare move."

When he put your legs on his shoulders and kissed your inner thighs, you complained. He purposefully neglected your juicy cunt in order to lick and suck the other one. He left several wounds that transformed into hickeys later on. He then touched your wet cunt with your panty still on. You moaned as he stroked it with his pointed finger.

"Stop... teasing." you whimper. "Oh so youre complaining now?" he continued, smirking on your cunt, and you immediately shook your head.

"baby, you have no idea how much I want to tease you, but I'm hungry, so I'll eat you out instead."

He then quickly removed your panty, which you complained about because it was so harsh. You were feeling particularly sensitive just now, as though your moist cunt was throbbing for attention.

"You're so wet... all for me," he murmured as he dove down, eating you like a hungry man who hadn't eaten in years, moving his tongue into you like a fucking crazy. He lapped and licked your pussy, and your body shook so violently that you wanted to scream. Your hands were over your mouth as you refused to make a sound, fearful that his members would be outside.

He was licking so so damn fast that you could feel the wetness flowing down and the blankets becoming soaked.

A tear fell from your eye as you felt your body shake from climax, but he didn't stop there. He was still there, glued into your assaulted pussy. You yelled his name, "mingi.. s-stop!" you groaned, you attempted to shut your thighs but it added to the pleasure as he sucked, his hands on your thigh brushing it, you could feel another orgasm coming on, you cried attempting to pull away.

"I... I can't take it," you squirted, and he drew out. When he saw your body trembling, his lips parted and juice squirted out. "Damn.. baby, you look so beautiful.. I had no idea you could squirt," he chuckled.

You simply shook your head while brushing your thighs together.

#mingi smut #ateez smut #mingi x reader #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez reaction #mingi reactions #mingi imagines

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yanaleese · 3 months

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if ur fine with nsfw asks, could you maybe do some nsfw headcannons for karma? <3

maybe just the basics like dom/sub, how he acts in the bedroom ect ect (can u tell i never send asks HELP 😭)

if not that's perfectly okay! some sfw ones could be cute too, like his favorite way to cuddle or his love language??

anyways im obsessed with him and had to send in an ask 😪 thank u for blessing me with this wonderful man

LMAO no problem! Also Anon I feel you with the obsession...my friend and I were both simping harder than our willpower to do our exams 😭😭😭😭

Also since this is the first NSFW ask I've decided to split this up into separate posts later on+ a little art to tease your weak heart ❤️. Please enjoy reading what's under the cut.

Content warning: FEMALE reader, HARD explicit smut, detailed kinks such as impregnation, overstimulation, all that good stuff. Please note that this is for 17+ audiences only.

"WAIT! KARMA! THE CAMERA-"

CRASH!!!

Karma Sangre - Normal NSFW:

When Karma is calm and collected, he's the one usually in control. But if you want to play the dom in the relationship, he's happy to step down! Just make sure you let him know, otherwise he'll take that as a challenge and his excuse to fuck the living shit out of you.

Usually before things get steamy, he'll be worshipping your body with kisses and teasing you with all kinds of lewd words from A to Z. When he's horny, he's a lot more talkative, which makes both his raspy voice and soft lips a dangerously sexy combination. It gets even worse when his steamy voice presses against your ears, tempting you into giving in to his lustful wishes.

Once he hears you plead in sexual frustration, he'll begin licking and biting his favorite spots - your earlobe, your tits, your neck. He especially goes after the neck, making sure that your collarbone is left with some bloody bites.

After littering your body in saliva and bites, Karma will book a one-way ticket to Pussyland. To him, missing out on stimulating your clit is missing a chance at seeing you squirm, moan and whimper just by his tongue alone. The piercing on his tongue doesn't help either, as it quickens your climax even further.

Satisfied seeing your pussy drenched in his saliva and your cum, he'll kindly rub your entrance slowly, starting with one digit, and eventually his entire hand. Well, that depends on how long you want to play the 'tough girl' act.

If you decide to go down that route, say your prayers, because your pussy is going to be obliterated...with toys. What, did you think disobedient girls like you get cock? Please. If there's one thing Karma can't turn down is a challenge. By turning down Karma, you lose your privileges of being his personal fleshlight. But hey, at least you can be his personal toyfucker instead!

Now if you decide to be docile, and play the "good girl" act, you can kiss your legs, your pussy and your pride goodbye. With that 7-inch erect cock, your folds will be spasming and tightening so much that it'll drive both you and Karma mad. The poor mattress will be creaking constantly as that veiny cock of his pounds fucking deep into pussy, begging to cum straight into your fertile womb.

Whilst you're struggling to take the pleasure, Karma will be busy murmuring in Spanish about how good you feel as he holds your legs over his shoulder, his huge hands rubbing and licking your aroused nipples before burying his moans in it with words like "Te amo" + "Ven conmigo" and so much more; Duolingo would be so proud of you!

When you're both about to climax, he roughly grabs your chin, pulling you in a tongue-twisting kiss. From the kiss alone, you can already feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, barely registering the warm, gooey liquid dripping from your pussy to your twitching legs.

As you try to recover by taking deep breaths, you're hit with the reality that your amazing, horny boyfriend is (un)fortunately an amazing bodybuilder with more strength and stamina than your body can take.

Staring at him with a mix of lust and horror, you whine and mewl, sounding like a dying cat. Yes, you loved this sneaky bastard - but dear Lord you needed a break.

"Sleep, Mami. You'll need it." He slurs while caressing the top of your head, playing with a strand of hair. You felt your eyes beginning to close, blotches of darkness dotting your vision instantaneously, as if on command. Narrowing your eyes, you swore you could see his eyes peeking out of his bangs, revealing his dazed yet sinister gaze.

"Because it's a going to be a long night for you and me."

To learn more about Karma, go here!

If you want to see more Karma content, head over to my inbox!

And thank you Anon, for sending in this ask ❤️.

ALTERNATE VERSIONS - LIGHT VER. + TATTOO-LESS VER.

#karma #karma smut #male yandere #karma ask #my ocs #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere drabble #yancore #yandere art #yandere smut #yandere headcanons #yandere asks #ec #sc #karma thirst

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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hey! so i love what you write and it's been a while since i last was on tumblr, so i like reading and seeing what you write and stuff. anyways, i was wondering that if you're still taking requests, if maybe you could write an overstimulation + toys story or headcannon for sanji where he's on the receiving end? i don't know if you already have a story like this since i'm pretty new but that's something i pretty much thought would be a little interesting?? i don't know

A/N: hello. I been meaning to do some actual in depth of overstim/subby Sanji. Okie dokie! Thank you :) enjoy!

“Sanji & Toys” (Sub!Sanji x Fem Reader) NSFW

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Toys, Sanji is wearing a Vibrating C/ck Ring, Sanji has a small Mommy kink because im weird dont cringe too hard, Riding, Teasing, Needy!Sanji, Dom!Reader, Overstim, Reader Doesn’t C/m

Sanji’s such a good boy, he literally is so good at taking whatever you give him

Sanji doesn’t mind the idea of being used by you. He is a firm believer of being your little sex toy no matter how embarrassing it may feel on his end

Which is how he landed here:

Hands handcuffed above his head, naked, lower abdomen a mess from already cumming twice, and you rubbing your thumb against his slit causing his cock to uncontrollably twitch when you apply harder pressure on it.

“You haven’t…you haven’t came yet…”

His voice was strained, and eyes were shut tightly trying to regulate his breathing, but it kept being knocked feeling the intense vibrations on his lower shafts and balls.

“Your moans are so pretty…” You hummed, and admired the work you’ve done on him as if he were an art piece. Which he pretty much was with how beautiful he looked, chest rising, your finger dragging slowly down his damp chest that was the same pink tint as his neck and cheeks. You never seen him so flustered. Your voice was greedy, hungry for what more can the little ring can do to Sanji with you on it.

“P-please..please, my love, use me. Use me to cum i know you can….”

“I know you want to please…”

It was killing Sanji inside that he couldn’t touch you, rub you, lick you, anything. He knew better than to agree so quickly of being so useless under you, but if only he knew how much you were soaking up this image of him to utilize later when you’re alone and you can’t have your way with him he probably would have agreed sooner.

Sanji’s thigh twitched beside you feeling your hands roam his sweaty body, there wasn’t an area on him that wasn’t already sucked or kissed on. Your eyes never left his, not as he was cumming or as you played with his cock being tortured by the vibrating ring around it.

“You’re so pretty, Ji…”

Your body weight now lifted over him, he looked down at the mess of your cunt practically drooling over his blushing length, sucking his bottom lip subtly. All he needed to do was thrust upwards slightly and his sensitive tip can poke inside your goopy walls, but he was a good boy and didn’t move a muscle.

“Please…please fuck me, Y/N…please please please please pleas—“ His whines transitioned into a beautiful melody of moans and whines as your pussy clenches down on him slowly, you breathe out an airy laugh almost relaxing on top of him getting used to him inside you. Once you settled you rose the settings on the toy to it’s highest vibration. The loud buzz was muffled in between both your bodies as the room was now filled with your slutty noises

“S—so! So good you feel so good!” Sanji praised, you felt not only his pulse on his cock but the vibration of it all as well erupt inside you while you rocked back and fourth.

Your blonde cook eyes rolled behind his head, mouth agape giving you the opportunity to wrap your tongue around his with your hand on his throat. He kept singing his beautiful hums of moans in your mouth spreading his legs further apart to feel more of you bouncing on his dick, the spit line between you both now broke when your rose back up to look down on him.

It felt like ecstasy and Sanji couldn’t take it anymore.

“San!”

“Need it, Y/N i need it!”

His hips matched your pace, the room began to spin with his sweaty hip snapping up into your cunt for more friction. Between the vibrator inside you and his messy thrust making your body bounce on top of him you were sure you were—-

“Fuck! Fuck!—“ Being too caught up in his own pussy drunk mind, you hear metal break and hit the wooden floor the bed was already banging against, he broke off the handcuffs to sit himself up.

“‘M sorry mommy i need you!”

You barely even heard his cry before he latched your lips back unto his, he regained control, letting your body to relax into his as he kept pumping himself full of you.

Moaning in each other hot sloppy mouths you threw your arms on his shoulder to hold on tightly with your legs around his waist trying so hard to hold on, your love drunk cook moved his mouth to your neck sucking, whimpering into it feeling the knot in his belly turn and twist,

“‘M—!”

It was probably one of the hardest orgasms Sanji has ever experienced in his life, he threw his head back on the hard headboard, mouth opened, chest rising and falling so harshly. All you could see was his sweaty neck and some of his damp hair on his lips trying to regulate his sense of mind and breathing.

You look down at the cum filled mess coating your thighs and his pelvis, the vibrator long broken from the constant jumping on it, so you slowly get up to pull out, but Sanji immediately squeezes your hips.

“Please…don’t move.” Was all he could strain out to say, adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “…you still…didn’t cum yet…”

“It’s okay, Ji… it was all about you today.”

The sentiment was sweet, but you and Sanji both knew from how quickly he pushed you on your back. You were blessed to now see both of his eyes, small drips of sweat hitting your forehead while his eyes pierced into yours. His aura was now shifted just that quick seeing how unmarked your body now was.

“How about…” He turned his head to his left to reach for the black bag of toys and pulled out a new one, he fiddles with it and pulled out a little dildo you bought for yourself since Sanji once suggested to watch you use it one time, “We play with this now.”

You hiss feeling the cold plastic swirl against your clit, prodding to slip inside your stretched sopping hole. Sanji’s eyes were dark staring at your body so willingly suck the toy inside you, he felt himself get riled up again.

It was your turn to be played with now.

#one piece #TimikosSanji #one piece headcanons #black reader #one piece x female reader #sanji #one piece smut #sanjionepiece #sanji imagine #sanji x black reader #sanji x reader #one piece x black!reader #black foot sanji #female reader #x female reader #one piece scenario #sanji smut

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gaiasucks · 1 year

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my first attempt at incel xiao 😿 sorry if it sucks im not used to writing fanfic

// fem reader / incel xiao , roommates , slut shaming + general insults, drunk sex, nsfw //

upon arriving to your new college dorm, you expected a normal, nice roommate. one who would clean up after themselves, one who would take care of themselves, or at the least wasnt a gross person. but, that wish wasn’t granted. your new roommate was xiao, who is the absolute opposite of what you wished for.

xiao never brushes his hair, and he just let it get all tangled to the point where it looked like a ball of fluff on the top of his head. he never took showers, and always had this disgusting smell surrounding him. his teeth always went unbrushed, and he rarely changed his clothes, let alone washed them. and he didn’t act any better. he practically never left his room, and would just stay in, playing valorant and watching porn. he would spend all his time on discord talking to his group of weirdo friends, constantly passing around hentai and insulting random women on instagram. all he ever drinks is alcohol and energy drinks, and any time he talks to you, his breath reeks of vodka and monster. he constantly jacks off to hentai games, and his room has this putrid smell of cum that makes you gag anytime you walk his room.

but, you weren’t his dream roommate either. but unlike you, he hated you. you didn’t particularly enjoy his presence, but you never hated him. but, he hated you. he hated everything about you. he hated the way you smelt so sickly sweet due to the scented lotions and perfumes you use. he hate the fact you care so much about your appearance, and how you cared so much about how you looked. he hated how long you spent on your makeup and hair. he hated how you dress so slutty in his eyes. the way your shirts are so tight on you, and your pants are so snug against your body. he hated the fact that anytime you wear skirts they’re so short and show your panties anytime you bend over to pick something up. he hated the fact that anytime you wore button ups, they were so tight and made your boobs so noticeable. he felt like you were such a whore, trying to attract the attention of guys. he constantly talked about you to his friends, calling you a dirty hoe who sleeps with a bunch of guys.

though, despite the fact he hates you, he’s obsessed with you. your the only thing that gets him hard, since porn doesn’t work anymore. he constantly gets off to the idea of sexually overstimulating you to the point your crying due to the pleasure overload. he fantasizes about pulling down your panties and pounding you for hours at a time. whenever he sees you, he wishes you were on your knees right now, sucking his cock with your cute, slutty little mouth. the idea of fucking you till your numb turns him on so much, he can’t control the urge to just stroke his dick to that thought. his one and old wish is to penetrate you to the point where you just melt and become a moaning little mess. all he wants to do is corrupt your mind and body, ruining you to no return.

and his wish was granted. after all this time of imagining, he finally took things in his own hands. though it wasn’t as nice as expected. xiao was blackout drunk, sprawled and passed out on the couch, and you had just entered the dorm. you tried to wake up him up gently, but he wouldn’t budge. so, you start getting more aggressive, shaking him to the point he was flopping around like a fish. eventually, he woke up. he tried to say something, but his speech was so slurred you couldn’t make it out. you pull him up and off the couch and start walking him too his room, scolding him. we reach his godawful bedroom, and you lead him to his bed and tell him to go to bed. he vaguely says “i don’t wanna go to bed”, but he slurred it so much he couldn’t even form normal sounding words. you try to him to go to bed, but he holds you down, trying to tell you something. “if you really care, you can help put me to sleep.” he murmurs, which at the time didn’t make much sense, but when he pinned you to his bed and started taking off the dress you were wearing, the answer was clear.

in what seemed like a second, you were laying on his bed, practically naked. he stared at your body with a look of lust and disgust in his eyes. your gaze shifts from his face to his pants, which is hands are flimsily unbuttoning. “this isn’t like you xiao..” you whimper as you watch him undress himself. despite the fact your so disgusted by this; you continue to watch him take off his clothing, almost as if you were under a spell. “you seem to enjoy this, you slut.” xiao suddenly says, taking you back to reality. “i’m not a slut! i’m a completely norm-“ you try to say, but he stuffs his cock in your mouth, shutting you up. at first, you were shocked. you didn’t know what to do. you didn’t know if you were supposed to take it out and run away, or to just roll with it. after a few seconds of just sitting in a state of shock, you start to feel him shoving it deeper and deeper. it felt so nice and warm, you couldn’t just walk away. the more you sucked his cock, the more it went deeper and deeper inside your throat. you were practically choking on his cock, but it felt so good, you didn’t mind it. hearing his deep moans and grunts made your clit throb more and more, ready to get fucked.

“your so good at this, fuck..” he muttered under his breath while you sucked him off. his whimpers filled your ears, turning you on. as you went on, his moans slowly started to push you over the edge. eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. you take his cock out of your mouth and force it inside you, clenching it as it went deeper inside. “your such a slut, you know that, right?” but you didn’t care, you didn’t care how slutty you were, all you wanted was him inside of you. you were a moaning mess at this point, just begging him to fuck you harder and harder. he complied, and started thrusting you as hard as he could.

you were such a mess, but you didn’t care. you didn’t care if you made ugly sex faces. you didn’t care if you made gross sounding moans. you just didn’t care. you were in a pure euphoric state of mind, experiencing the best pleasure you ever felt. and the constant flow of insults, constantly being called a dirty whore, slut, hoe, and more just made the experience even more enjoyable.

that it 😿 srry if it sucked uhh recc me i more incel!xiao shit to do

#incel xiao #incel #xiao genshin impact #xiao genshin smut #xiao genshin x reader

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fcknstar · 1 year

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(Amazing Spider-Man) Harry Osborn with a (female) s/o with social anxiety? <3

i honestly love this request cause i experience social anxiety myself too!

,, hold me? "

harryosborn x fem!reader

a.n : m vv sorry abt how late i posted this. i currently have alot of hw and in my previous post i stated my reason. i hope everyone understands! my taglist!

warnings : mentions of social anxiety!

** lowercase intended **

" you dont have to come you know? " harrys voice broke your focus. you both were currently in the lift, trying to get the main room where his company celebration was being held.

" yes, i know harry. but i wanna be there for you, be here for you. youre telling me that i cant try and bear it for a few hours? " you looked up at him, seeing his concern look.

" okay, if it gets tad bit too unbearable, pull me with you okay? i dont want you to suffer alone. "

" okay, just hold me and don't leave my side.. please? " you tightly held on his arm.

" never. " harry gave you a comforting smile when the door of the lift opened up.

walking into the main room was frightening. it was so crowded, that it looked like there was multiple insects running into each other. taking a deep breath, you readied yourself and placed on a smile while harry brought you deeper to the room. you most definitely didnt want to embarrass you yourself and harry when it was supposed to be his special day. harrys hand hardly left your skin, worried that you both might get separated, knowing that thats one of your biggest worries.

" mr osborn! ah, im guessing this is the soon to be mrs osborn? " a family friend greeted you both, making you lose the train full of worries.

" well, what can i say. we found each other. and you know people fall in love. " harry looked at you with adoration in his eyes. he truly loved bragging about you.

" oh, honey! they are just like us when we were younger! " his wife cheered. " you two are made for each other. "

that sentence warmed your heart despite having heard that multiple times. youd like to think that love is rare, and that you managed to build love with someone else. someone that truly saw everything in you.

" congratulations on the company! its better than usual! "

" yea well, couldn't have done it without her.. " harry pulled you closer, giving you a comforting side hug that he knew you needed. you always found hugs comforting, and harry loved giving hugs.

when harrys family friend communicated with harry for a few more minutes, you smiled at everyone who came your way.

" (name)! you look even more gorgeous in person, its actually surreal! " a young lady, around your age complimented you. it was very rare yet delightful when the same sex complimented you because it was very common for the opposite sex to do so.

" she is, isnt she? " harry seemed to have ended his previous conversation and went ahead and listened to your current one.

the girl smiled, eyes focusing on you and only you. " well, have a good night (name)! oh! and congrats mr. osborn! "

" you okay? " harry asked, tugging your arm.

" mhm, just a little bit tired.. " you said, feeling overstimulated with all the walking and smiling you did.

" alright then, we can leave now if you want? " harrys gaze was focused on you. nodding, you sighed, leaning your forehead on his chest taking in his scent.

bonus :

harry would order for you.

" so what would you like? " the waiter asked, chewing her gum annoyingly. many things annoyed you and it made it worse when you realized she was directing that question to you. frowning, you looked at harry who sat opposite of you. harry saw how stressed you were even if your facial expressions didnt show any of it. harry then gave you a soft smile and proceeded with the order you both agreed on.

" shed like a venti latte with a cheesecake, and a cup of cappuccino for me, please and thank you. "

" sorry harry.. i know i said id try and- "

" hey, hey.. i know its hard and you dont have to force yourself you know that right? im here and most definitely can and would love to help you.. okay? so don't worry. " you appreciated having harry by your side. he knew how to comfort you when you had nearly tuned out everything.

#imagines #oneshots #dane dehaan #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!harry osborn x reader #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #valerianxreader #valerian #dane dehaan imagine #harry osborn imagine #answered

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 1 year

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43730787

It's so Hard(And it's Cold Here) by Frogdottir It has been over a year since Peter Parker has had an ounce of stability in his life, and all he wants is to feel normal. So, he pursues a friendship with his co-worker at the Daily Bugle, Gwen Stacy. He's awkward and not the most reliable friend, but he's trying. He takes a few risks, lets himself be vulnerable, and, ultimately, puts himself back out into the world again. Just when things are beginning to look up, everything goes south. A life-altering secret has been kept from the vigilante, and, when Peter finds out, his whole world is shattered. Now, wanting nothing to do with the world that left him behind, Spider-Man must pick up the pieces and move forward. However, Peter discovers that abandoning fragments of himself may come with a heavy price. TLDR A home trilogy fix-it where our favorite web-slinger takes some pretty devastating hits in the battle for normalcy. He doesn't have to take on the fight alone, but he has to accept the support. Inevitably, in life, things will change and he will change too. It's entirely on him whether that change will be for better or for worse. Words: 2071, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Stephen Strange, J. Jonah Jameson, May Parker (Spider-Man), Norman Osborn, Mephisto (Marvel), Green Goblin Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Stephen Strange, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Anxiety, Overstimulation, no beta we die like ben, i lied i just really like that tag, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker is a Mess, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Hurt Peter Parker, Hurt Tony Stark, Peter Parker-centric, Whump, ive read so many of these yet im struggling to think of tags rn, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Self-Hatred, Nightmares, Rogers: The Musical (Marvel), Nobody talks about it so I'm talking about it I stg, Dead May Parker (Spider-Man), I'm Sorry

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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rasalies9safe9space9 · 11 months

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TW suicidal thoughts

I've always been the reliable one. So why am I th one that gets no help when my life flies left? Why do I have to remain the reliable one even when my life is falling apart? I'm exhausted. I'm in pain. I hate waking up. But you ask me fr help every day anyway. Can you do this? Can you do that? You have to understand you're the only one who does it. You know no one else will help.

Help. Help everyone all the time. Every day. Even when you need it desperately, we'll just take more from you. Listen to me vent for two hours then go walk the dog. By the time you come back I'll have my music blasting so that you're overstimulated. Also by the time you're done worrying about everyone else, all the kids will be home, and the only place you can avoid stimulation and decompress is the bathroom!!

Now have your little secret autistic meltdowns in the bathroom and be ready for when someone has to use it, because then you'll have to wipe your face and walk into overstimulatin while simultaneously hiding your meltdown. Now d this multiple times a day everyday. Are you reaching your breakin point? Hold it together, not for yourself but for us. We rely on you. Hold it.

No one fucking cares. I'm going through the lowest low in a long time. My nose is fucked up after an altercation with a family member. No one cares. My abusive mothers in the hospital probably about to die - who cares what mental turmoil or confusion this causes! Now we gotta get in contact with the brother who s.a'd me, for your poor mothers sake. No one cares no one cares. My fiance is shit at comforting me. I haven't heard from him in days I think he prefers to avoid me when my head gets like this. I dnt want to feel so alone I'm always there fr fucking everyone and no one even notices that I'm dying. I'm dying I'm fucking dying and I've never been so close to fucking giving in. No one I can talk to so I made a damn blog where no one else cares still. Because I'm not really a person to you all I'm just senseless letters on a screen. I'm not really a person. I don't exist. I just respond and observe and feel. Occasionally I trick myself into thinking I exist, but I'm always reminded of the truth.

There's too much that goes into me being happy. All my life all I ever wanted was peace and imagine my horror upon discovering that the smallest goal is unachievable. Why should it be so fucking difficult? All I want is peace. Why cant I have it? It's not fair. I'm so tired. Iv been fighting for way too long. Just giv me a break. Before Im forced to give myself one.

I think I'm crazy. I've lost it for real this time. I don't want to unalive myself and compromise the mission I was born with. Doesn't that sound crazy? What if I ruin the mission. And earth is never saved an no one is ever happy and j ruin this whole encarnation and time line? By giving up and dying. Or what if it's all for nothing and I made it that way?

There's no easy way out. But I don't want to fight anymore. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of trying. I don't want to try anymore. I'm tired of trying so hard to be happy when other people simply get to be happy. Fucking tired.

#ptsd vent #autistic vent

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ao3feed-friendsofspiderman · 1 year

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It's so Hard(And it's Cold Here)

by Frogdottir

It has been over a year since Peter Parker has had an ounce of stability in his life, and all he wants is to feel normal. So, he pursues a friendship with his co-worker at the Daily Bugle, Gwen Stacy. He's awkward and not the most reliable friend, but he's trying. He takes a few risks, lets himself be vulnerable, and, ultimately, puts himself back out into the world again.

Just when things are beginning to look up, everything goes south. A life-altering secret has been kept from the vigilante, and, when Peter finds out, his whole world is shattered.

Now, wanting nothing to do with the world that left him behind, Spider-Man must pick up the pieces and move forward. However, Peter discovers that abandoning fragments of himself may come with a heavy price.

TLDR

A home trilogy fix-it where our favorite web-slinger takes some pretty devastating hits in the battle for normalcy. He doesn't have to take on the fight alone, but he has to accept the support. Inevitably, in life, things will change and he will change too. It's entirely on him whether that change will be for better or for worse.

Words: 2071, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Stephen Strange, J. Jonah Jameson, May Parker (Spider-Man), Norman Osborn, Mephisto (Marvel), Green Goblin

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Stephen Strange, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Anxiety, Overstimulation, no beta we die like ben, i lied i just really like that tag, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker is a Mess, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Hurt Peter Parker, Hurt Tony Stark, Peter Parker-centric, Whump, ive read so many of these yet im struggling to think of tags rn, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Self-Hatred, Nightmares, Rogers: The Musical (Marvel), Nobody talks about it so I'm talking about it I stg, Dead May Parker (Spider-Man), I'm Sorry, Irondad, spiderson

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43730787

#Peter Parker #Michelle Jones #Ned Leeds #FOS #fanfic

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notnctu · 3 years

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backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi ; @darkneogotmyback ; @im-lame-irl ; @p-mini ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck ; @saniahmichael ; @jaehy9ngs ; @danyxthirstae01 ; @jaehyunoos ; @pikijaemin ; @suhweo ; @yunoyeol ; @lanadreamie ; @ta3ilmoon ;

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating.

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart.

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well.

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you.

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harrywritingsbyme · 3 years

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Keep Up

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: I literally started writing like 5 fics trying to find something that sticks😭but im backkkk…and im back with you guys’ favorite coupleeeee🤪this is the 5th installment of Sneaking Around and i hope y’all like it…enjoy🙃

To sum it all up, your sex drive and need for Harry was on fire and a little out of control. You managed to be completely satisfied and unsatisfied all at the same time. While you felt so good after each and every round, you craved something more. You were needing round after round after round of pleasure from Harry. Whether it be from his cock, hands, or mouth, you could honestly care less if it meant that you’d be filled to the brim with the highly addictive pleasure Harry gave you. Your hormones only made it even more impossible to not want and crave more pleasure. They only intensified the already strong need had him and made the pleasure that much more seismic and addictive. Even though by the end of one round alone Harry had you completely shaking and numb, your mind and body still managed to cry out for more.

Now Harry thought this constant need of yours was incredibly hot and he absolutely loved having you wrapped around his finger and desperate for any physical touch from him. It was mind blowing to him that after a round of him consistently pounding into you over and over again, you’d still be sipping wet and waiting for more. But while all of that was the case, Harry also recognized that you in fact had him wrapped around your finger as well. While he loved making you beg and do anything he said in order for the mess between your legs to be taken care of, he knew that you also loved knowing that he wouldn’t not take care of you. If you hadn’t done anything warranting a punishment from him, Harry wasn’t going to let you suffer. But the problem with that though, is the fact that Harry was having a bit of a hard time keeping up with you.

See, whenever you two went at it, Harry strived to give you everything he had. He wanted every single time he pushed or licked into you to be the most pleasurable experience you’d ever felt until the next time. Well, more like the next round. Harry took your pleasure seriously, he felt like you deserved 110% all of the time and if it meant blowing his back out in the process of blowing yours out so that the experience could be beyond amazing, then so be it. However, the problem manifests itself after Harry gives the first 110%. Since there was quite an age gap between the two of you, while you were parting your legs or hopping on top of him for more, Harry was asking for at least 15 minuets to recover. Now he did have his moments where it seemed like he was unstoppable, but he also had moments where he needed a bit of an extended break in between.

But even though this was the case and you absolutely loved him for wanting to put your pleasure at the forefront, you were more than happy to take charge and pleasure the both of you, the same way Harry did because the same way he made sure you were taken care of, you wanted to do the same for him. And while Harry too appreciated that, he couldn’t help but make little jokes about how he was becoming your personal sex toy instead of the other way around. To which you would then remind him of the time when he took you in just about every way possible until he was done with you (which was amazing by the way). You were also more than willing to take control because you found that whenever you took over and pushed you both to your respective releases, Harry would cum a bit harder than he would if the roles were reversed.

Now at this point in you and Harry’s rendezvous, you were two for two with your releases. In the earlier part of your time together, the two of you were lying together in bed, with you on top and going in the opposite direction of Harry, giving you both the opportunity to completely mouth at each other. Harry had a firm hold on your hips to keep you right on his mouth as he sucked, licked, poked, and prodded at your center. As he did this, you were tugging at and sucking his cock, making sure to not forget about his warm and heavy balls in the process. You and Harry melted into each other as you both received and gave one another pleasure. The way Harry’s mouth engulfed and perfectly moved back and forth against you was indescribable. He knew exactly where to lick and suck and focus his movements, and knowing exactly how much pressure to apply. Harry made you feel so good that it was hard to even keep him in your mouth with the way you were constantly moaning. It just felt so good. It didn’t help that you could hear him going on and on about how good you tasted and even moaning against your pussy. But you weren’t the only enjoying the immense pleasure. Harry too was completely engulfed in the way your mouth and hands sent shockwaves and a feeling of euphoria through his body. He could feel every movement of your tongue and every contraction of your throat around him. Now if there was one thing that would always be his favorite when it came to your mouth on his cock, it’d be how sloppy you were with it. You’d slobber all over his shaft and balls, then take him as far down your throat as possible before gagging around his shaft and getting him even wetter. the same way Harry went on and on about your cunt, you did the same with his cock, going on about how big he was and how much you loved having him fill your mouth. Your moans as well sent shockwaves through his body, only pushing him closer and closer to the edge. And eventually, the two of you were catapulted off together, Harry released spurt after of his thick cum into your mouth as you squirted right against his mouth.

This was just you guys’ first pair of releases.

The second pair came around no more than 5 minuets ago. After using your mouths, the both of you were ready for more. It was not long before Harry was sinking his still rock hard cock into your soaked cunt. The both of you nearly came on the spot it felt so good. Once he’d fully sank into you, Harry wasted no time picking up the speed of his hips and pounding himself down into you. It felt so good that you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out strings of loud moans and cries. Your mind was completely jumbled as you took every last stroke from him. Your moans and his grunts, along with the sound of his cock drilling into your sopping wet cunt along with the sounds of your skin slapping against each others filled the room. As you two continued on, you’d flipped in between different positions. From Harry pinning you down from behind to having your legs practically pinned to your chest as Harry slammed into you over and over again. The two of you only made it through about three or so positions before coming around to you riding Harry and carrying you both through to your second releases.

While Harry was thinking the last round was the final one, you had other ideas.

“Can we go again daddy?” You ask sweetly, proceeding to bite your lip.

“I don’t think I can keep up with you.” He pants, not feeling any spurts of energy to get him through another round.

“You don’t have to lift a finger daddy, just let me do it!” You excitedly instruct him before leaning down to press a quick peck to his lips.

You then proceed to begin moving yourself up and down on his cock, forming a little rhythm with your movements. You quickly bounced yourself up and down in his lap, taking his cock all the way up into you as deep as possible over and over again. As you continued on, your moans were just as loud as before, and you continued to slur your speech as you went on and on about how full you were and how good you felt. Harry too let out strings of deep moans and grunts below you, enjoying the way you moved your warm and sticky cunt around him. When you started feeling a dull tingling sensation in your feet and legs, you knew that your lower half was almost numb. To push you and Harry to your third and final pair of releases, you started grinding down into his lap. You’d push your front down into his so that you could dig your tingling button into the coarse hairs surrounding his cock. The feeling was absolutely incredible and pushed you closer and closer to your final climax. To push Harry along with you, you start off by reaching back and tugging at his warm balls. When you do this, Harry lets out a loud and desperate moan below you. He was already beyond his normal sensitivity so a couple squeezes from you felt incredible and furthermore pushed him closer to the edge.

What did the trick for the two of you though was when you grabbed both of Harry’s hands and brought them up to your body. You brought one down to your clit, and the other up to your chest to squeeze at one of your bouncing breasts.

“Touch me daddy!” You cry out to him, feeling your release speeding towards you. “M’so close!” You whine, swiftly grinding against his cock and down into his hand.

“Me too doll!” Harry grunts, bucking up into you ever so slightly.

And in no time, you were squirting uncontrollably against him. Harry began to let go not too long after when he began to feel the warm liquid begin to run down his balls. He watched and listened to you whimper and thrash in his lap from the overstimulation as he completely emptied himself into you, giving everything he had left to give. Once you’ve rode the waves of your release, you collapse onto Harry’s chest, too tired to even hold yourself up anymore.

“Did you finally wear yourself out sweets?” Harry breathes, bringing his arms around your body and pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

“Mhm, felt so good.” You whisper dreamily, reminiscing on the immense pleasure that came from the last three rounds.

“I bet it did baby.” Harry hums, dragging his hand up and down your back, feeling you slightly clench up around him. “I remember when I was your age and my hormones were crazy too.” Harry chuckles.

“Yeah, and now you’re an old man. But it’s okay because you’re my old man.” You sigh, pressing a small kiss into his skin.

“M’not old!” Harry softly whines before lightly pinching your side. “You’re gonna get it in the morning.” Harry warns playfully.

“We’ll see, I don’t think you’ll be able to keep up.”

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hanazuma-inactive · 3 years

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Hi! Don't know if you're doing requests now or if this will interest you but... How about a Bokuto x male reader where Bokuto is usually the top when they do it but the one time he bottoms for the reader, he just can't get enough and started to beg to be fucked all the time. Maybe when they're all alone in the locker room

Its okay if you can't haha

songbird, (nsfw) bokuto x top!male reader

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!!)

warnings: begging, reader is a bottom to begin with, public sex (?) (fucking in a locker room where no ones there), creampie, a tiny bit of overstimulation, degredation if u squint and praise. spit as lubrication, finger sucking.

a/n: i’m writing this at 2 am with like no energy left whatsoever please excuse me if the quality isnt as good as usual and it’s a bit shorter i swear i’m trying my best im not trynna rush requests i just have a lot and theres too many things i need to work on :(

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"heh? look at you now kou'...cock dripping precum and i'm not even touching it! how cute~"

"p-please y/n just start moving already i want it so bad…" bokuto whimpered, settled on your cock while you relaxed on the bench.

"if you say so, my little songbird."

dating bokuto was pretty much a dream of yours. something about his positive and silly personality really made you fall in love with him. you weren't able to confess until second year when your friends pushed you. only to find out the owl looking man had a crush on you too. which explains why he was always more cheery around you than other people, maybe a little too much but you didn't mind.

your relationship fostered quickly due to the two of you already being friends and on the volleyball team. bokuto couldn't have been more happy, if he was already so ecstatic around you just as friends it's hard to imagine how excited he can be when you too are in a relationship. and as expected, his excitement was very well proven in other ways too. after both of you turned 18 in your third year, bokuto took you home right after drinking with your friends.

he's been waiting for this since his second year, a few months after you two became official. you were irresistible to him. like the himbo he is, he likes every part of you. your face, your ass, and of course your cock. every part of you excited him to the max. now that both of you are finally legal, he couldn't keep it in his pants any longer. so it was that night, you lost your virginity to the man of your dreams.

a unspoken rule but bokuto just assumed he was the top in the relationship. you didn't have any complaints about it since he was good with it. his stamina was over the roof for what an average person at his age should be. not only his stamina but also his cock. it makes you feel good everytime no exceptions. you also don't know where he learned it but the tricks he pulled off simply felt heavenly. every movement, every spot he reached and every word he said makes you closer and closer to an orgasm than you already were when you're with him. it's been like that in the bedroom ever since then and neither of you had the thought of changing it, until today.

you two were doing your usual flirting after the clock after practice. cleaning up the courts together and hanging away the nets. all your other teammates usually just give you an eye roll and leave the gym before you even get the chance to change. leaving the two of you alone, yet again, in the locker rooms.

"bo' are you hungry? we can grab something on the way back if you are-" your sentence was cut off when the taller male approached you and gave you a hug from behind.

"hehe, of course i'm hungry~ only for you though," bokuto said with a grin on his face.

"oh? what are you trying to suggest here?" you said, ruffling with his gray toned hair.

"well, no one's here anymore and it's just us...so why don't we…" he said reaching down towards your pants.

"sounds like a good idea to me~" you said, giving him a peck on the lips, making him blush.

"h-hey, why don't we try something new today! i've been meaning to ask you this-"

"oh sure what is it w-woah!"

before you knew it bokuto already dragged your pants down and got on one knee. even a dumbass would know what he's trying to do in this position.

"well well~ look what we have here." bokuto said with a smirk on his face fiddling with your cock through your underwear.

you let out a low giggle, getting the clue of what your boyfriend was trying to do.

"slow down there bo' no need to rush" you said as you removed your underwear too and let held it in your hands in front of bokuto's mouth.

"go on, this is what you wanted right?"

bokuto was a little startled due to the change of energy from you and gulped a group of spit down his throat. but eagerly, he still began to work on your cock with his mouth.

he was clumsy with it and you could tell he'd never given a blowjob in his life before. but you gotta admit, his attempt of trying to please you, doing something new like this for the first time was incredibly cute. he struggled a little trying to take in your entire cock and due to his gag reflex not being the best you could hear some gagging noises coming in between your thighs.

"oh fuck…just like that kou' you're doing so well…" you said, pressing your hand into his hair and slowly adapting a rhythm.

bokuto's eyes became hazy and you could tell he was getting lost in your cock. you looked down to see his shorts forming a wet spot where his hard cock is. you pulled him away from your cock and leaned back on the bench, leaving him begging for something to fill him.

"c'mon, big boy, isn't this what you wanted?"

too lost for words your boyfriend simply climbed on top of you and took off his trousers too, leaving both of your hard cocks exposed.

"why don't we get started, suck on these fingers with that pretty mouth of yours won't you baby?" you said sitting back up and leaning a bit towards bokuto.

"y-yes y/n…" bokuto said as he closed his eyes and took two of your fingers into his mouth, gradually taking three.

"that's it good boy~ but…i think you've had enough of that now." you pulled you fingers out of bokuto's mouth, leaving him yet again empty.

"lean in on my shoulders ko' that's right...just, like, that"

you slowly moved your already wet fingers into bokuto's ass, starting with two to loosen him up and moving on to three to further stimulate his pleasure point.

"a-ah fuck! y/n what is that! i-it feels weird…" he whined as you pressed again and again on his prostate.

"oh you'll see bo' it'll make you feel so much better in just a minute…" you said pulling out your fingers and pushing bokuto back in a position where you can see him while he rides you.

"go on, i know you want it inside you~"

you could tell bokuto was nervous but he gathered the courage to place your hard cock inside him, with a lot of effort of course. he moaned in pain and pleasure as you enter him entirely. waiting for him to settle in, you cup his cheek to tell him how good he's being.

"heh... look at you now kou...cock dripping precum and i'm not even touching it! how cute~"

"p-please y/n just start moving already i want it so bad…" bokuto whimpered, settled on your cock while you're relaxed on the bench.

"if you say so, my little songbird."

you began to move, answering his request. slowly of course, you didn't want to hurt him being his first time and all even though you know he likes it rough. as your thrusts became harder and faster you could hear bokuto's painful moans become more pleasurable ones.

"y-y/n fuck me, oh fuck me it feels so fucking good!"

"yah baby boy? you like that don't you, such a slut for my cock, filling you like it's the only thing you could think of."

sooner or later bokuto couldn't hold it in anymore, his pre was leaking a lot more and you could tell he was close.

"y/n i'm coming oh fuck~"

"fuck...me too bo'!" you said while cumming inside of your boyfriend. one hand stroking his cumming and already sensitive cock and the other grabbing onto his tight ass.

needless to say he passed out from the pleasure coming from both his behind and front, leaving you holding him in the mess the both of you made.

"guess we might have to change some rules in the bedroom now huh?"

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dollediary · 3 years

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I Could Make You Feel Better.

jake x fem!reader

overview: female masturbation, dry humping, mutual masturbation(?)

word count: 2.6k

not proof read, so don't mind typos or grammatical errors too much <3

"seriously?!" jake asked you in disbelief. you nodded shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up while he only made a face. "i don't believe it, y/n."

"im serious!" you protested. it may have been hard to believe, but it was true. "really..... i've never...touched myself before," your voice was low as you looked away.

"so let me get this straight. you let me touch you before you could even touch yourself?" he asked, bringing up the time you let him play with you when you two went to the movie theater.

it was a time frame where you two were taking your first steps toward being sexually intimate in public, for the thrill of it, though it was more so for fun rather than something you planned on really getting into.

you shrugged, making him look at you crazy. you guys had done many things in terms of being sexual together such as watching porn together on rave, sexting, sending nudes, etc.

all those times, he's made it clear that he masturbates to and because of you.... he had assumed you did the same. it was a shock to him.

"what?" you laughed, looking at him while he was silent in thought. he had so many questions, so many words he wanted to say but he didn't know how to.

"so do i like... not make you horny or...?" he let his question trail off as he bit his bottom lip, feeling embarrassed to even ask in the first place. you smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"of course i get horny, dumbass," you rolled your eyes."if i didn't enjoy it, i wouldn't keep doing it with you. i like how wet you make me," you responded though he still didn't understand. he sat up properly on the bed and scooted closer to you.

"what do you do to please yourself, then???" jaeyun was an avid masturbator. he probably became more addicted to it after the two of you started sending nudes to each other.

he went from various tabs on pornhub, xvideos, etc., to only relieving himself to your pictures and videos... which really amplified the results. to think you haven't done the same with him is crazy.

"i thought what we did was pleasure on its own, i never really felt the need to do anything more," you shrugged, crossing your legs. he looked at you and licked his lips.

"you should try it, and use the videos i sent you while you're at it," he said, biting his bottom lip. you nodded slightly and picked your phone up to look at the time.

"i should get going, don't like leaving the pet home alone too long," you said, getting up from his bed, he nodded and got up with you walking behind you to the door.

he gave you a kiss before you left and continued thinking about the conversation you two just had as he walked back to his room. needless to say, he let his mind and hand wander.

you and jaeyun were laying down on his bed watching t.v. the two of you hadn't been doing anything special, and frankly you were still sweaty from a hot day at work.

you would've showered sooner, but he insisted you lay with him as a "sorry" for being too busy working overtime to spend time with him.

hating the fact that you had been basically sitting in your own filth for maybe the past thirty minutes, you decided to get up and shower. "you got some clothes i can put on?" you asked.

"yeah, go ahead. i'll have em at the bottom of the bed for you," he said not even looking at you...too indulged in the screen i guess. you nodded and grabbed your phone as you made your way into the bathroom.

when you got in there, you undressed yourself, ran a bubble bath, and put a towel out to use when you were done. you went to grab your phone to turn on some music, looking at your wallpaper that was a picture you took of him.

...maybe i should try now? you thought to yourself. you locked the door quietly and slipped into the steamy tub opening your locked images in your gallery going to the folder you made of his pics and vids.

you went to one of his most recent nut videos he sent you, when you guys were exchanging nudes, and played it. your eyes watched intently, trying to take in everything that was going on as if you were seeing it for the first time.

you watched as his hand slowly stroked his cock in an up and down motion, tightening once it was at the top and such. you turned the volume up to hear his small grunts and shaky breaths he let out as he kept going.

you felt a small electric in your stomach and took your free hand to take a quick swipe down to see you were getting wet. you opened your legs, deciding to just get it out the way. and thank god jake loved filming long videos.

you used your finger to turn the volume up more as you let your hand trail down to your clit as you started rubbing slow circles to match the pace he was going. your breathing became irregular as you sped up to keep up with him.

your body, wanting to climax when he does, started forming a knot in your stomach as you felt yourself start shaking. seeing from the video, he was shaking and getting louder, ready to bust.

you bit your lip and kept his speed up feeling yourself getting ready to cum, his hand started shaking the same way yours were as his semen spit out with every stroke he made, though he stopped after a few.

you kept going, closing your eyes as you forced your high out to its fullest extent, twitching more as you bit your lip harder. after a few more seconds of that, you stopped and pulled your hand away feeling the last seconds of pleasure left behind.

you let your breathing go back to normal as you looked at the remainder of the video, which was jake turning the camera around to give you a corny ass smile with a thumbs up.

you rolled your eyes and exited out of your gallery, putting your phone aside as you watched yourself up completely. after you finished, you got out of the tub and wrapped yourself up, walking out the bathroom to see jake had put some clothes for you to wear at the bottom of the bed.

you unfolded the towel and dried yourself off while he watched you intently from his spot. you looked over to him and smiled as he quickly looked away, biting his lip.

you finished getting dressed and laid down next to him on the bed, burying your face into his side. "you smell good," you mumbled into his shirt. he hummed in response.

"pay attention to me, jaeyun...i did it," you mumbled again. he turned to look down at you to see you had a cheeky smile on your face as you looked back up at him.

"did what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. your smile only grew wider as you closed your eyes thinking back to that amazing feeling you felt, though you couldn't recreate it to its fullest extent.

"i masturbated~" you sang out. "and to that video you sent last week, it felt so good. i think i overstimulated, too," you continued, though he didn't seem to care so much. he only responded with a shrug and looked back to the t.v.

"how do you know if you really came, though?" he laughed, not even looking your way. you furrowed your eyebrows as you removed yourself from him, sitting up to look at him crazy.

"uh- i'm pretty sure i know what it feels like," you argued, feeling defensive about it. what you just experienced couldn't be you assuming you came. "it's the same way you would know."

"i don't think you have," jake persisted, sitting up. he placed his hands on your ass as he pulled you up onto his lap. you looked away from him feeling annoyed with how he was acting.

he took your turned head as an opportunity to start kissing on your neck. you closed your eyes, humming. but you realized what he was doing and quickly bit your lip as you opened your eyes again. "i think i know my body more than you do, asshole."

"don't get smart with me," his accent and deepened voice grumbled against your skin, making you shiver. he started biting down on your skin, leaving hickeys. you didn't protest and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"i don't...like you doubting...me," you breathed out, losing track of your thoughts as your body decided to focus more on what he was doing to you.

he wasn't just leaving love bites on your neck, he was also itching his way up your bare thigh and as he rubbed circles, it made you wet in no time. "i'm not. im just not really sure you know what that is."

"even if you do, don't you think i could make you feel better?" you couldn't decide whether you loved or hated what his choice of tone was doing to you. you always loved his accent, and how he deepened his voice when he wanted to get something out of you... but this is the time you stand your ground against him.

and it's a fight you were losing because of how easily he could seduce you. "...no," you managed to get out, making his movements stop for a second before he continued what he was doing.

he didn't say anything, but he grabbed your chin in-between his index finger and thumb forcing you to look him in the eyes. you wanted to melt under his gaze, but before you could react he pulled you into a kiss not wasting anytime, basically attacking your lips.

he wouldn't even let you get a breath of air, pulling you back into the kiss with his hand on the back of your neck, forcefully, only letting you breathe when he himself needed to. he slid his hand up your shirt making you shiver at how cold it was against your skin.

he pulled away from the kiss, only to place his tongue along your jawline, licking up to your ears leaving kisses. his hand was now massaging your breast, pinching your nipple every now and then. you mentally thanked yourself for not putting a bra on.

his lips met yours again as you allowed his tongue to slip in, swirling around yours as you sucked on his every now and then. he pulled away and looked you in the eyes out of breath before he immediately

his hands were feeling all over your clothed body. "i'm gonna take this off," he breathed into your ear, tugging at the end of your shirt, making you nod as you lifted your arms up to make it easier for him to take it off of you.

his mouth immediately found its way to suck on your left breast, as he squeezed the other one with his hand. you hummed, biting your lip as you felt your hand go down to play with the hem of your panties.

you slipped your hand in, making your way down to your clit to relieve some of the throbbing. but before you could start rubbing, jake snatched your hand out. he unlatched his mouth from you before he grabbed your chin the way he did before, except more roughly. "stop being needy, i'm gonna give you what you want."

you smiled and nodded, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks from the way he handled you. this time, he kept your chin in his hold only changing it to hold with his four fingers, using his thumb to rest on your lip. "open," he said, pulling your bottom lip down. you did as you were told, opening your mouth a little, though he didn't seem to be pleased by it since he used his thumb to open it more.

"stick your tongue out," he whispered, biting his lip, not bothering to move his thumb as your tongue lay on top of it. first he gave you open mouth kisses, moving with his tongue to be on top of yours before the both of you closed your mouths to finish the kiss.

it was a lovely sound and feeling, making you get wetter by the minute. you especially grew weak in the knees when he added tongue sucking into the combo as he continued. you moved your hips forward as you tried to scoot closer to him to break the distance between your bodies, earning a groan into the kiss from him.

"fuck, keep doing that," he said, moving. his hands to place them firmly on your waist, helping your movement. he threw his head back as you repositioned yourself on his left thigh, enjoying the feeling of his erection in his basketball shorts on your clit.

by now you were more than soaked, and from all the teasing and stalling he had done, you were ready to climax. "jaeyun, i'm gonna cum," you breathed out, speeding up your speed, ready to finally cum. he, knowing he wasn't near his yet, only closed his eyes and nodded.

"cum for me, baby," his grip on your waist tightenedto keep you steady as you kept riding his thigh, feeling your breathing speed up as a knot formed in your stomach. after a few more seconds of that, you finally felt the high hit, sending electric chills all over your body.

jake french kissed you while lifting you up so he could quickly pull his shorts and boxers down before placing you back down. soon enough, you were back on his (now naked) thigh, his dick being between your thighs, his hands on your hips, moving at a quick but steady pace.

you couldn't hold back your moans as jake forced you to keep going, pushing you down on his erection more, then resorting to lifting you up enough so that he could hump you easier. feeling himself come closer to his climax, he took you off his lap, before kneeling in between your legs, stroking himself while looking you directly in the eyes.

you didn't hesitate to reach your hand up to his cock to help him finish, but he only moved it away shaking his head. "i wanna nut on your face," he said, making you get wet again. you nodded and stayed still, seeing that was really all you could do since he looked close.

his eyes fighting so hard to stay open as he continued, he finally started spurting out semen while letting out a throaty moan. it landed on your tits, some landed on your lips, even some on your eyelashes and forehead. he stroked himself a few more times, before he stopped from the pain of overstimulation.

when he got his breathing back to a norm, he quickly went to get a towel to clean up the mess, leaving you sitting there. you wiped some of the cum off your eyes, then licked the cum that happened to land on your lips.

when he came back, he wiped off the excess, laying beside you. though you both were sweaty and gross, you both had an unspoken agreement to just wash up in the morning. he turned to you with his signature smile. "now wasn't that better than before?"

you rolled your eyes at him. in all honesty, you forgot all about what happened earlier. so, sadly jake ended up winning the 'argument'. looking everywhere but his eyes, you reluctantly nodded. "yeah. you win this time i guess."

"YES!" he said, smiling wider. he pulled you closer to his chest, kissing the top of your head. "it's okay, baby. we both knew i would win in the end."

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