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rimunagenius · 1 month

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It’s Time You Switch

ʚ pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader

ʚ word count: 4.4k words

ʚ prompt: “Fuck your boyfriend, he a bitch. I think it’s time you switch.”

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , smut!!, voyeurism, dirty talk?, face riding, fingering, oral reader!receiving, basically porn with little plot

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: in which Paige turns straight girls ;) i have not written smut since my wattpad era so im sooo insanely rusty but i also have never felt the touch of a woman romantically sooo idek if this will be any good…suggestions are welcome to make it better!! and for future works!!

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"I don't know what I did to him, though. That's what I can't let go. He's being so dry and cold." You told the team as you did dynamic warm up before practice started.

Coach G just shook his head, listening to all your guy problems. This was just another boy for him to hate on campus. At this rate, the whole male and female population at UConn was on his shit list.

"I say, you dump him." KK said, patting your back mid walking lunge. "He's been doing this for months now, it's time to drop him, girl boo.” You told KK a lot of things. She was just a freshman but she become a quick and good friend.

You met her in a class you had been taking and started talking, soon finding out you were both on the same team. It shocked her, but after finding out you stayed off social media, the press release of her committing was new news. You were a senior and she was a freshman, but this friendship was like you two knew eachother forever.

"Yeah, I agree with K." Paige said, from the other side of you. A soft, comforting smile on her face.

"You know what could fix this? A girls night." Aaliyah smiled, her eyebrows wiggling suggesting you guys go out.

"I know you're not planning to go out, get drunk on the night before a game." Coach yelled from his seat on the bench.

"But Coach, c'mon! My girls feeling sad." Paige feigned a pout, grabbing your shoulders and pointing your face, you pouting your lips and batting your lashes.

"Nah, it's okay. I don't really want to go out anyways. Staying in is the move." You sighed, the stretching finished.

You talked about it all practice—sad about it all practice. After, Paige suggested you come over to her place, a sleepover. You begrudgingly agreed. Telling her she needed to take you home to get some clothes; Paige shutting it down because you could borrow hers.

That was the first mistake. It didn't feel like a mistake in the end but that was the first step to a very confusing day afterwards. The second, sharing a bed with the blonde.

You both decided to lay in her bed, get fat on snacks, and watch all the movies you could before getting sleepy and tapping out for the night. I guess Paige had another tapping in mind.

"You know he doesn't deserve you so why do you stay with him?" Paige disregarded the movie, turning her head slightly to look at you.

"He does deserve me, he's just struggling, I guess." You shrugged your shoulders, dwelling on the fact that you couldn't figure out what he was actually struggling with.

"Fuck your boyfriend. He's a bitch for the way he's acting with a pretty girl like you." Paige got passionate about defending her friends. Especially when someone in their life wasn't treating them right. She was more of a protector. A fierce one.

"Paige, that's a little mean."

"It's true. It's time you switched. I'm telling you, girls are so much less complicated. They're easier to read and better at communicating." Paige smirked to you, knowing you wouldn't shoot for it.

"Please, if I knew how, I would." You rolled your eyes, looking down, shoving a potato chip in your mouth.

Paige's eyes went wide. There's no way you were actually serious. You looked like the straightest of straight girls, a very attractive one. Which is why she thought it sucked you didn't swing that way. "No way, are you serious?" She laughed.

"Yeah, but I dont even think I like girls like that." You furrowed your brows. You never actually thought about it. You had no idea if the "girl crushes" you had were actually crushes.

"What does that mean?"

"Like, I've seen girls and thought they were super attractive. I'd wonder what it'd be like to kiss them, and I used to say i��d treat them better than their actual boyfriends, but I didn't think that far." That set it off for Paige. That's how it started. First you thought about what it'd be like to kiss a girl, then to date, and then to fuck.

"Have you ever thought about dating them?" Paige already knew where this was going.

"Yeah sort of. But I was always with him that it was whatever." You looked to Paige.

"Well it's time you switch." She smiled smugly at you, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm down to show you how." That was the most forward Paige had ever been with a girl. She knew it was swaying you, the contemplation clouding your vision, deep in thought.

"What do you mean 'show me'? Like how to fuck?" Your brows furrowed as you questioned the blonde beside you.

"That's exactly what I mean..." Paige's eyes watched yours, waiting for the green light.

"Okay." Suddenly the air in your lungs disappeared when Paige grabbed your face and kissed you deeply. She wanted this for so long. You and her had been bestfriends all throughout your childhood. She had even told Geno he couldn't give her an offer without giving you one. Your skills in basketball were exceptional, your work ethic and athleticism and ability to work with people around you. You and Paige made a great team.

She had admired everything about you for as long as she could remember. She was just waiting on you. You moaned into the kiss, opening your legs so she could slot her body between yours, achieving the best angle to kiss you.

Something in you felt like this was all muscle memory. Like you two have done this before. Her hands moved to your hips, her grip firm but so soft. You two kicking the snacks off the bed, not caring about the mess that was to be made.

"Imma take your clothes off...that okay?" Paige's lips trailed down the collumn of your neck, moaning at the sensation your body sparked throughout her body.

"Yeah, okay. Please." Instantaneously Paige's fingers dropped the the waistband of your pajama shorts, and the waistband of your underwear. The feeling of lace pulling a groan from the blondes throat. Ridding you of your pants and underwear, her hand grabbed the hem of your shirt—her shirt, sliding it up.

You sat up, pulling it off, panting softly. You couldn't believe this was happening. The least you expected from this sleepover was hooking up with your bestfriend, in her bed, on a friday night. You then grabbed Paige's face, needing her lips on yours like you were a woman starved.

Paige was a sweetheart; a golden retriever, kind, and good person...but when it came to her game, on and off the court, she was literally a cocky fuck boy who could prove they could get into your pants. She was a respectful woman, one of the best even, but the second mutual interest was involved; game over.

While making out, her hand cupping your breast over the padding of your bra, the only clothing you seemed to have on left, she bit your bottom lip, slightly tugging on it with her teeth. Your back arched, moaning at the sensation she was able to wash your body in, she quickly unclasped your bra, sliding the straps off when you were flat on your back.

Having the soft skin of yours exposed, she slowed her movements, dodging your face when you tried to kiss her again. "Show me how he got you off." The sentence shocked you.

"Huh?" You looked at her, her eyes having the same challenging look. She knew she'd do ten times better than he ever could. Plus, it helped that her anatomy and your anatomy were the same...meaning, she knew where everything was.

"You heard me, show me what he did for you, so I can show you that I can do it better." Her long hair falling on her shoulders, she slid her Huskies t-shirt off, leaving her in a black sports bra.

You shifted on the bed, nervous but willing. She already had you naked, you were already so wet so you knew when you try and fail to get yourself off like how your ex did, she'd make it better. Paige always made it better.

You reached your hand down, sliding your fingers through your soaking wet cunt, gathering as much as your slick as possible, gasping softly. The feeling of your fingers ghosting your clit, you remembered that you were supposed to be doing this how he did, so you disregarded the spot your body ached and pleaded for physical contact, and jumped straight to inserting two fingers.

You looked at Paige, a look in her eyes you've never seen before. "Wait, he didn't even—?" She was confused but really focused nonetheless. You knew she wasn't really paying attention to what you were doing, she was; she was literally getting soaked at watching you play with yourself, but she just couldn't take her eyes off your pretty pussy. She would never be your 'friend' again after tonight.

You shook your head at her question and continued in fingering your self, curling your fingers at the right spots, maintaining the even yet somewhat hasty pace. Your panting started to get louder, your eyes fluttering closed every now and again. Slowly coaxing yourself to your high, you spread your legs wider, reaching your hand out, signaling Paige you wanted her to grab your hand.

She placed her hand in yours and she was immediately pulled on top of you, your mouth finding hers. Your hand never wavered in the work you were doing on yourself, which is why Paige swallowed the loud moan induced by your orgasm, as you slowly started to slow the rhythm of your fingers, riding out the small orgasm.

You don't know why you did it, you only were conscious of it after you had placed the fingers that were previously inside of you, into her mouth. Your jaw slack, jus a tiny bit, watching and feeling her lick your fingers, swallowing any trace of your she can hope to find. You couldn’t believe you were behaving like this. So dirty but so willing.

Paige moaned at the action, not trying to deny that what you had done could've made her come alone. She started to drag her lips from yours, to the corner of your lips, to your cheek, all the way to and down your neck, sloppy and lazy but sensual kisses were left in her wake.

She wouldn't dare leave any marks behind, your guys' team would calculate what went down her tonight. So she settled for non-visible hickeys. When her lips met your breasts, she took her sweet time with both. Her tongue swirling around your taught nipple, her free hand kneeding the other.

Your back was already arching off the bed, hands tugging at the sheets below you. The soft cries leaving your lips egging her on.

She moved across the other breast, a trail of purple and red trailing the way, her hand switched places. You couldn't take this...you needed her somewhere else. You loved this but holy was she dragging it out.

Before you could even ask—beg, her to move where you were so desperately wanting her, her hand was already spreading your leg open, lips following a foreign, yet so familiar path, all the way down to the curve of your thighs.

She started slowly, opting to tease you, but also educate you like she promised. You understood the significance of foreplay, hell you craved it in your evidently clear soon to be previous relationship, but you couldn't take the ache your pussy had for Paige. It's like it knew you needed her all along. It didn't help that you hated the prolonged attention, but also loved it. Watching her worship your body was something so unexplainably attractive.

The way she slowly placed soft kisses from your knees, massaging the soft skin of your calf's along the way, all the way up your thigh. The closer her lips got to your center, the more antsy you became. You needed her mouth to connect already. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh, my god. Paige...please." You sighed, your panting growing more and more viscous.

"Please what, gorgeous?" Her lips ghosted over your wet folds as she moved to the other leg, now blatantly teasing the fuck out of you, while she smiled and kissed every expanse she could.

"Please just eat my pussy already. I can't take it." You almost cried begging her to finally do something. She had you masturbate infront of her for christ sake.

"Whatever you want." She looked into your eyes, her pupils blown, a blissed out smile and haze on her face. Almost immediately after, her face disappeared in between your legs. Paige licked a stripe up your soaking cunt, from the entrance all the way to the most sensitive nerve ending.

The sound that escaped your mouth was borderline pornographic as the built up arousal finally was being tended to. The feeling of her slick tongue running one more stripe through your folds before swirling around your clit was something you absolutely could not imagine. Your mind in a foggy mess.

"You taste so sweet, baby." The name leaving her mouth ignited fuzziness that you felt in your toes all the way to your scalp. Her voice hoarse, mouth glistening from you, you could never get this sight out of your head; nor did you want to.

"Ohhhh, my god." It came out like a pure cry. The choked moans mixed with tears and strained sobs, elicited a newfound hunger in Paige.

Her mouth doing double time, her tongue swirling and licking perfectly paced, her lips sucking and kissing all the right places at the right time, started to build up the coil in your belly. The feeling growing more and more intense the more she praised you from between your legs. "You're doing so good for me, baby." You couldn't even breathe.

The coil snapping, the tension in your belly now releasing, a gushing mess now painted Paige's gorgeous face, your mouth agape.

You couldn't help but scream...almost. Your moan so loud, Paige covered your mouth with her hand. "Shh, don't want the neighbors to hear." Paige panted softly in your ear, before cracking the signature smirk.

The smugness she had while she saw the aftermath of what seemed to be the best orgasm you have ever had in your life. Your breathing still shallow, your chest heaving, the pattern of the way it rises and falls mesmerizes Paige. Her ego being fed tremendously watching the way you fell apart just by her going down on you.

She couldn't help but want to brag to your ex that he couldn't even make you feel half of what she just did. The accomplishment of getting you to look like this in her bed, your breath fanning over her face as she hovered over you, the accomplishment in having you like this, with her in her bed, was truly a miracle.

Paige loved it. She could go this whole night just fulfilling your needs, showing you everything you missed out on in your pointless one sided relationship. She intended to.

"Oh, my god. That was—" You stopped, your breath finally returning. "That was fucking amazing." You looked at the blonde who seemed to be content watching you fall apart.

The smugness on her face but the adoration of you being here, pure evidence that she was enjoying every second of it. "It was. Didn't know you were a screamer." The cocky Paige returned, forgetting keeping the moment remotely intimate. You smacked her arm that rested next to your body, and grabbed her face and kissed her.

You caught her off guard, her mouth open due to a small gasp, and took that as your chance to slide your tongue in her mouth. You two made out like horny teenagers. You two weren't that far from being teenagers, that was only a couple years ago, but you two made eachother feel like two young kids, absolutely enamored with the idea of each other that you couldn't get off of eachother.

You two made out, you slowly turning yourself so you could be on top. Paige knew what you were trying to do, allowing you to take control for now. You oulled apart, looking down at her, picturing this, saving it for the foreseeable future. Chasing your lips, Paige grabbed your face, pulling you into a deepening kiss. You two literally couldn't get enough of eachother.

Before you could even get the rest of Paige's clothes off, she grabbed your hips that were resting on hers, and pulled them forcefully over towards her chest. You gasped and yelped, suprised at the sudden force she was using. Hesitant to follow, you saw her hungry gaze go between your eyes and your now—again, soaking cunt.

There was no way. "Paige, no. Don't even think about it." You warned, a small intimidating look. It normally had an affect on Paige on the court, knowing when she saw it, you talked a big game and backed it up. But right now, in the bedroom, you were hers and she had the control.

Tonight was to show you what you were missing out on, and how to get a girl going. There was no way she'd let you have the control, no matter how much she wanted it. She'd save that for another night. Maybe she was getting too ahead of herself, but there was going to be another night with you.

"What are you talking about?" The smugness returned, along with a feigned clueless look. You couldn't take her serious with the fact that your thighs were damn near putting her in a chokehold, her hands inching you closer and closer to where she wanted you...where she wanted you to sit, preferably.

"Paige, i'm not about to sit on your face." You tried scooting back, forgetting that Paige was actually stronger than you. The ferocity in which she pulled your hips, your pussy ghosting her lips at the force and aim in which she yanked you, a small gasp escaped your sealed lips.

You yanked your hips back, giving her a pointed look. "I was trying to literally fuck you, not trying to sit on your face. Let me make you feel good, baby." Paige knew she could get away with calling you baby, you probably weren't thinking much of it when she said it. But Paige said it with conviction, just the way you did right now.

The name only egged her on when you used it in this context. The only context Paige wanted to hear it in. "Your making me feel good by letting me make you feel good. I promise i'm fine, I just want you to sit this pretty pussy on my face. Will you let me?" Her eyes sincere, the smirk playing on her lips slowly convincing you by the second.

"You promise?" You whispered, suddenly conforming to the blonde underneath you. Something about the way she talked easily convinced you.

"Yeah. Promise." You stared down at her, unsure. Not wanting to crush her, your thighs being pretty full, the muscle you've built over the years, and just the general size being something you've been insecure about since you were a little girl. She knew that.

That's why when she saw the look on your face, she kissed your thighs. In whatever spot she could reach. She gave you a reassuring nod, smile on her face. Albeit you didn't know what kind—cocky or comforting. Either way, when she said what she did, you immediately obeyed.

"Sit on my face." You then moved both knees eye level with Paige, falling back slightly, your pussy ghosting her lips again. The second you put your full weight on her face, her mouth got to work.

The sensation and new angle elicited some explicit sounds. 'Didn't know you were a screamer' kept replaying in your head when you tried to quiet down the moans only Piage seemed to be able to pull from you, escaped your lips.

Her hands cupped your ass, pressing your body down impossibly closer and harder into her face. She seemed to be pushing so hard, you were scared you were going to suffocate her. Her tongue teased your entrance, swiftly ghosting in and out of it, before lapping at your folds and clit perfectly.

She ate you like a woman starved. Like if this was her last meal. You had enjoyed every second of this exchange. You reached your hand down slowly, softly moving your hand in slow circles on your clit, overstimulating yourself.

Paige took notice of your fingers now getting to work, a gravely groan reverberating into your wet pussy as she looked up at you, and quickly closing her eyes in bliss. She decided that since you wanted to touch yourself, she'd slide a finger or two into you. To really get you going. Wasn’t the most ideal positioning but she was going to make it work.

Her head bobbed subtly, effectively getting her tongue into the small space where her fingers were about to make an appearance. Inserting one finger, Paige watched, felt, and listened to the way your body reacted to her movements.

Using each reaction to her advantage. The small gasp you let out when she inserted herself into you, the way your breathing reluctantly changed pace, so she inserted another, noticing how your breath picked up. That's when she curled her fingers methodically to the pace she set for herself, matching the pace you set while you continued rubbing circles in your clit.

It didn't take long for Paige to brung you closer to the edge while her tongue picked up the slack for your fingers. You stopped your movements and let her do the work, she could tell it was good by the volume your pants and moans were sounding. She was working overtime while you ran your hand over her hair, eventually looking for another anchor to grip to while you violently come undone by your best friend. "Oh, my god. Right there. Don't stop." You panted, your jaw dropped.

Your legs started to shake, Paige's pace relentless while she finger fucked you in her bed, while she simultaneously ate you out. This wasn't the way you expected to spend your night, and neither did Paige, but holy fuck was it worth it.

"Don't you dare stop—Oh!" The coil snapped once again, a guttural cry and moan left your lips. You swore that any person who was passing by Paige's apartment would've thought you were filming porn. The moans you moaned were insane and absolutely the biggest turn on for Paige. She wouldn't lie and say she didn't already get off on just hearing you.

Yeah, she worked at you, and saw your oh so pretty parts, but listening to the affect she had on you, the comparison made between her and your ex and the ego boost that came with it, were just the perfect amount to get her off on just pleasuring you for the last two hours.

Your breath uneven, slowly moving your legs away from her face, your chest still heaving. She chuckled softly, before looking over to you, while you laid yourself next to her. "That's how it's done, baby." Paige held her hand up, trying to signal a high five.

You looked at her blankly, her seeing the absolute fucked our face you had, and then pulled you closer to her. Your body resting against hers; the stark contrast of your overheated body, compared to her cold and cool body.

The contrast easing the overwhelmed feeling you harbored just a little easier. "You did so good for me, baby. You looked so hot while I made you come. Couldn't believe it." You smacked her chest, feeling a little cringed that she had to see you and all the faces you could've made while you had the most earth shattering orgasms.

"Paige. Oh my god, stop." You laughed, she did too, You two laid there for a minute before she broke the silence.

"You're not going back to him, right?" Her voice now withdrawn from the cockiness and confident undertones, and just pure nerves and concern. She hoped you'd say no. That you'd choose to stay with her, and tell her he was just there until you realized your feelings for her were the same as the ones she's had for you all these years.

"No, I'm breaking up with him tomorrow. You think i'd go back to him, when he couldn't do half the shit you did with your tongue alone? Yeah, right." You looked up at Paige, your bestfriend. You couldn't believe this is what your relationship evolved to in a matter of two hours.

"Soo, that means..." Paige was hopeful. She just wanted you to say what she's been wanting to say for years.

"Let's date. I love you, you obviously love me," She looked away, embarrassed, and playfully pushed you away. You grabbed her arm, pulling her back so she could look you in the eyes. "Do you want to be my girlfriend? Serious."

"Serious. I'll be your girlfriend. Finally." Paige kissed you, slowly. Melting into eachother, the weight of the new relationship status now sinking in. You two were ecstatic.

You decided to clean up, showering, again, her inevitably joining you. When you both settled and were ready for bed. Too tired and fucked out to continue the movie—restart the movie—you two had started a while ago, it was quiet and dark in the room when Paige suddenly whispered, "I knew you weren't straight."

"Paige, got to sleep! Oh my god." You chuckled before smacking her with the pillow under your head.

"Jeez! Sorry! But I called it."

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demiesworld · 10 months

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"I AIN'T WITH THE MESSY SHITS, BUT I NEED SOME SLOPPY TOP"

☆ pairings: toji fushiguro x black!chubby!femreader

☆ synopsis: basically toji eating the pussy real sloppy. yes i got the title from glorilla's "lick or sum" and???

☆ contents: nsfw, oral (f. receiving), pussyeater!toji, pleasuredom!toji, daddy kink, dirty talking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, use of toys (clit vibrator; toys are our friends), pussy slapping, slight dacryphilia (if you squint), just the usual filth

☆ notes: reader is a female and she is black. she is described as being chubby but her weight is not numerically indicated. reader's pronouns are she/her. i wrote this for my big girls bc we need the content (yes im a fluffy mami in rl). i put my pussy into this and im not sorry for the mess i made.

Before you met Toji, you had never met a man that would willingly, and most of the time without asking, eat your pussy out before. Your previous exes didn't eat your pussy out when you asked, or they didn't satisfy you enough to lead you into a mind-boggling orgasm. They left you feeling dry, unhappy, and unsatisfied. It was a blessing and a curse for you to end up with a man like Toji. Someone who didn't take "no" for an answer, someone who will deal with your bratty attitude and fix that shit with his dick in your pussy, and who ate your pussy simply for his own pleasure.

"OHH FUUUCK!"

You were on the bed, laying on your back with your legs pressed against your chest. Toji was laying on his stomach and his face was in between your thighs, his mouth slurping on your clit while his fingers were driving into your cunt. The slickness of your juices were wetting up his fingers and making a mess on the bedsheets. He didn't bother to put a towel underneath you because in his words, "The way you squirt, that shit will just go through the towel anyways," so he didn't do it.

Toji had been eating at your pussy for who knows how long. He had already made you succumb to three orgasms by using only his fingers. This man was putting your body through the wringer. His tongue never faltered in flicking at your hardened clit. Those long, thick fingers of his were fucking into your pussy and making the most obscene, wet noises in the room. Accompanied by those squelches were your shrill, whiny, high-pitched moans. Your back arching up from the bed and toes curling when Toji would suck and nibble at your sensitive nub.

"Tojitojitojitoji!" You babbled on his name, and jerked your hips down towards his fingers. A trail of saliva was coming out of the corner of your mouth as you squirmed about trying to bring yourself to another climax. "Fuck, fuck, I'm g'na cum again! Oh fuck! Fuck!"

Your walls tightened around his fingers and another stream of your juices came squirting out right onto his face. Your man smirked while he pulled his mouth away from your clit and pulled his three fingers in your pussy out. Toji lapped up the wetness you had just made before pulling his mouth away and kissing fervently at your puffy folds.

You jolt from his lips, hips twitching, legs trembling and let out a whine, "Tooojiii, d-daddy, n-no more, I-I can't!" You had tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. Fat, warm tears that fell down your cheeks as you laid there on the bed. "I can't take iiit!! Too much, too much!"

He reaches out a hand to your cheek and wipes away a tear. "Ssh, ssh, baby girl you can take it. You always take it don't you? Hm?" His gruff voice was soft when he was speaking to you. When you were like this, a dumbed down mess from back-to-back stimulation, he knew he had to console you gently. You look at him, nose scrunched up and plump lips pouting. "You can take it baby girl. I know you can,"

Toji sits up from his position and kneels on the bed crawling above you. You were starting to think that your man was going to fuck you, but what he did next surprised yet scared you. He reached underneath the pillow you had your head on and grabbed the hot pink toy wand you had. Your eyes went wide as you stared at the toy then look back at your man. "D-Daddy p-please!! Please daddy!"

Your mind already knew that once Toji brought out the toy wand it was game over for you. He knew how to angle the vibrator just right for you to squirt all over him. Your hands flew to around his broad shoulders and shaky thick thighs wrapped around his small waist in an attempt to keep him from going back down on you.

"P-please daddy, y-you don't have to do that," you begged of him, and squeezed your legs tighter. You bring him down for a kiss to your lips, not knowing that Toji had already turned the vibrator on with a press of the button and was guiding it towards your clit. In between the messy kisses you were stammering, "S-See daddy? C-Can you juss- TOJIIIII FUCK OH MY GOD!" You were interrupted by him pressing the vibrator to your clit.

Toji circles the toy around your sensitive nub and his tongue licks at your cheek. He tastes the dried tears from earlier on your soft brown skin. He glances down at where the toy is rubbing at your clit then looks at the fucked out expression on your face. He smirks cockily at you. "I want you to give me a couple more before the end of the night baby girl." His scarred lip presses a firm kiss to your round cheek. "Then I'll stop."

You shake your head and claw your manicured nails into his shoulders. "Mm! Mm! Mm! C-cumming! Cumming!" You warn him, feeling your stomach tighten, your eyes rolling back when you cum again on the bedsheets. There's practically a puddle of just your bodily fluids soaking the blankets. The room stinks of the scent of musk and sweat, but it doesn't deter either of you from stopping.

"Yeeeeah that's it. That's how daddy fucking likes it." He growls, and places the wand to the side. His hand grabs your chin, turning your face to him and he kisses you roughly. You try your best to respond to the kiss, but your body is tired and your mind has turned into mush after climaxing for the sixth (?) time. Toji doesn't care as he sucks on your limp tongue after gnawing at your bottom lip with his canines.

Slap!

Soft, weak moans left from you when Toji was slapping his hand on your pussy. His fingers stroked your folds gently followed by another slap. You unwrap your legs from around him and let your arms flop to your sides. Your body no longer touching him as you become pliable for him.

"That's my fucking girl, my good fucking girl." He hooks his thumb on the corner of your mouth and stretches your cheek. "Open your mouth up for daddy." You part your lips and stick out your tongue, Toji laughs at this before he spits onto your tongue. With narrowed eyes he watches you swallow it then he returns to going back in between your thighs.

His lips kiss on your inner thighs, teeth bite down on your brown skin and leaving bite marks there. Murmurs of, "so fucking good for me", "going to make this pretty pussy cream some more", could be heard from the man between your thighs. Toji kissed and licked on your thighs some more until he got to your pussy. He reached over and grabbed the toy wand, turning it back on then holds it against your puffy clit. Your man had it pressed right against the nerve of your clit while his tongue was delving into your entrance.

You squirm shakingly on the bed, but you once again chase that one high that Toji is trying to give you. In contrast to your body wanting more your words say something different. You whine, "No more daddyyyy!!"

Toji ignores your cries while he uses a hand to keep your plush thigh spread open. He stops eating you out to say, "One more then I'll stop baby girl," He lifts the wand away from your clit to suckle on it. "Come on, baby, come on." He mumbles onto your nub.

He encourages you to cum for him one last time, and by the grace of whoever you did. Your wrecked out body, unable to release any more of your juices due to the constant stimulation, just writhed and clenched as you came for him. A lewd "pop" emitted from Toji when he plucks your clit out of his mouth. He kneels on the bed before you, rubbing his hands on your fleshy thighs and stroking the bruised skin that he caused.

"You did so good baby girl, so fucking good, I'm so proud of you baby." He leans down to peck your lips. When you start to whine and whimper from coming down he whispers, "It's okay baby, I'm here baby, look at daddy," He cups your face in his hands, directing your attention to his green eyes. "Look at me. I'm going to run you a bath okay baby?" You nodded your head and he continued, "You want me to carry you or can you walk?"

Again you shake your head and whine, Toji took this as a "no I can't walk" and he went on to pick you up from the bed with ease. He carried you with his hands underneath your thighs into the bathroom, gently sitting you down on the toilet seat before he went to the bathtub and ran the water. Your man returned back to you, since you were already naked he wrapped your hair up in a shower cap and used a damp towel to clean up any messes on your body.

"Mm, T-Toji... I... good?" You quietly ask him.

His eyes look up to your tired expression, and he smiles approvingly at you. "Yes baby girl you did good for me. You always do."

★ letter from demie: FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK. it don't make no sense why this can't happen to mee!!!! fuck i hate this!!! anyways!!! tell me what you think of this smut! i think i just let the faucet run on this one!!

#toji fushiguro x black reader #toji x black reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #daddy toji #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #toji x chubby reader #toji fushiguro x chubby reader

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raidenssblog · 7 months

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Wanna see some ass shakin'?

Pairing: giyuu X male reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: praise, dirty talk, slight degradation, mention of belly bulge, dumb fucking, non con words (stop, no, slowdown), one fem term for giyuu

Summary: fucking giyuu dumb (can you tell I like sub giyuu???"

A/n: found this little thing in my drafts and incompletely forgot about it. It's shit but I need to post something:(

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It's the middle of the night, giyuu had the day off so you decided he deserved a little reward for his hard work slaying demons.

Moans and the sound of skin slapping filled your shared room. Your hands kneaded the fat of his hips before sending a harsh slap on his ass followed by a scream. "Yeah? You like that huh?" You questioned slapping him again.

"MHM! Y-yeah i-FU-ckkk" his hands were gripping the sheets and drool was running down his lip. Your thrusts somehow quickened and hardened.

"s-slow down" leaning forward with a whine, giyuu reached back trying to slow your thrust to no avail.

"you were practically begging me a few hours ago, rubbing up against me and whining like the little girl you are" you gripped his hand and locked them behind him before starting your thrusts up again.

Moans and broken sobs could only be heard from the man underneath you. If you could see his face it would probably be red and flustered, drool on the corner of his mouth and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He was out of his mind just because of your dick.

You liked when it was like this, being able to fuck him so hard he forgets everything but your name.

Everytime you two would sleep together you would ruin the poor boy but god, did he love it and so did you.

Racking your eyes down his back, your eyes fix on his ass, more specifically the way it would bounce when your hips would meet. Thrusting a little bit hard a yelp came from giyuu, but you didn't care.

Reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair, you pull his flush to your chest, thrusting again you eyed his stomach.

"aww look baby, you dicks that deep in you it's bulging out! You are tiny compared to me" giyuu looked down before throwing his head back with a scream. You, yet again, sped up your thrusts.

"no l-look down now. Look at how good, fuckk, good I fuck you. How deep I am inside you" you said while forcing him to look the his stomach and the bulge your cock was creating.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, fighting around you, you knew he was close. "You close baby, wanna cum all over yourself huh? Fuck I'm close too" you hand jerked his hair so he could face you before smashing your lips against his, spit dripped down your chins, teeth clashing and your tongue down his throat.

"y-yeah ngh, fuck Im so close" another moan fell from his lips, he had fallen from grace yet he was still jaw dropping while he was moaning and squeezing around your cock.

"yeah want me to fill you up nice and full, breed you hard huh? Bet you'd want that, have my cum dripping out of you" the only answer you got from him was a 'mhm'

Your breathing staggered, abs tightening and hand gripping him even harder. One hand heft his hip and jerked him off quickly, the other fondled with his nipple.

"FUCk I'm gonna f-uckin cum, oh my god! Please please can I cum please" he begged, his entire body shaking and eyes rolling back again.

"yeah f-fuck cum, make a mess for me like the good slut you are hmm" you said jerking him off even faster.

"NGH. THAN-K YOU FUCKKK!" Ropes of white cum landed on your hands and the bed sheets.

That was more than enough for you to reach your orgasm, your breath stopped, thrusting deeper in the man you can with a low groan while giyuu whimpered at the warm feeling.

Catching your breaths you kissed his neck and his jaw before his lips. "Did so well for me, all the time, good boy"

"mhm, thank you" he reached for your jaw to kiss you again.

"anytime pretty thing"

#demon slayer #reader insert #male reader #kny x male reader #kny fanfic #sub giyuu #giyuu x male reader smut #dom male reader #kny giyuu

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hanilessa · 9 months

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HIIII i dont usually make requests but I HAVE AN IDEA THAT IM REALLT KINDA INTERESTed SO

so SO SO SO

what if

JUST WHAT IF

childe and/or scara with dick piercings 🫣🫣

` Author’s notes: hii dear!! i think it would be cool if they both had piercings. it's very hot >_< i'm glad you decided to send your request to me. thank you!! <3 i hope you like it!

` Includes: Childe, Scaramouche x fem!reader

` Warnings: nsfw, smut, bl0wj0b, use of pet names (baby, princess, slut)

CHILDE

"What a good girl." You choke on his cock as he roughly squeezes your hair, guiding you that way so you can take him deeper. Your cheeks are red, there are small crystal tears in your eyes, and saliva mixed with his cum flows from your chin. Childe's lips are touched by the most mean smirk — oh, how he adores this sight. You kneel before him with his cock deep in your mouth, drooling but you keep taking what he gives you. "Do you like how you feel?"

You didn't have a chance to respond because your mouth was filled with his fat cock that was tearing you apart. There is a metallic taste in your mouth as your tongue brushes against the small ball on his scrotum. You run your tongue over the little ball, and Tartaglia hisses loudly through his teeth, throwing his head back. He breathes deeply, trying to even out his breathing, but it seems impossible when you do such incredible things with his cock.

"Fuck, baby… I'm going to…"

Your legs trembled treacherously as you imagined how it would feel to have that little iron ball inside you while Ajax was fucking you. Your panties get wet from your thoughts and you really wanted to experience it. Childe continues to fuck your mouth, making you choke on his cock, and finally cums profusely, letting out a guttural moan. He gradually evens out his breathing, looking at your face covered in his cum and noticing how impatiently your legs are trembling.

"My princess is so needy, isn't she? Do you want to feel it inside you, huh?"

SCARAMOUCHE

Your tears roll down your face because it was too much for you. Your cheeks burn brightly as Scaramouche continues to fuck you on the bed, accompanying it with the most dirty and shameful words. Your insides are squeezing his big cock, and you can feel with your whole being this cold metal of his piercing, which touches every cell of your body, making you see bright stars. The sensation of a hot cock and a cold metal ball make you feel completely unreal bliss. The contrast blows your brain to atoms.

"You're so predictable." Scaramouche smirks, leaning closer to you and pressing his bare chest against your back. "Little slut."

Your cheeks turn red, but you can't deny that you really feel so good, and that you could never trade this feeling for anything else in the whole world. Scaramouche continues to move roughly inside you, the tip of his cock and the small iron ball kissing your cervix and fireworks explode before your eyes as you cum profusely on Scaramouche's cock and tighten around it.

He wheezes in a strangled voice as he senses his release is nearing and accelerates despite you asking him to stop, crying from the overstimulation and tossing about the bed in his arms. Scaramouche smiles contentedly and triumphantly, enjoying the sight of how pathetic and helpless you were in his rough grip. These thoughts make him immediately cum deep inside you, painting your tight walls white. You literally lose consciousness when you see his sly smile.

"Did you really think we were done with this? No, baby, that was just the beginning."

#genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #childe x reader #childe x you #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #tartaglia smut #childe smut #scaramouche smut #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer smut #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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I can’t explain it but my brainworms are brainworming. i love love love love the idea of virgin!Eddie Munson and what it would be like to take his virginity.

I can just picture being a popular girl in school and having a crush on Eddie for a while (unknowing to the fact Eddies been damn near obsessed with you for years) but not quite knowing how to seduce him. You ask to buy drugs off of him and say you want to meet at his trailer, his uncle Wayne isn’t home and he’s just trying to turn this out like a regular drug deal but you out the moves on him and he’s just so god damn confused. Asking you a million times if you’re sure.

Once you get to banging he’s, surprising, really good. He’s fucking you like it’s his last day on earth because to him he doesn’t know if he’s ever going to get another chance to do this. His bangs are sticking to his forehead sweat and his eyes are entirely blissed out as he huffs and moans and mumbles praise. He keeps repeating things like “I don’t know why you’re letting me do this” “I’m the luckiest motherfucker on earth” while you’re just clawing at his shoulders as he fucks you into his mattress. He cums with a strangled moan and buries his face in your neck and you can just hear him breathlessly chanting “thank you, thank you, thank you”

"i don't know why you're letting me do this." punched me in the gut. he is just. so thankful? that someone so pretty and soft and sweet is letting his cock slide into their cunt, letting him fuck you on his squeaky mattress. hes brainless over it.

something about his adoration and his eagerness, his utter readiness to be dirty, makes the sex already better than any you've ever had before. has your toes curling in the air as you grip his back and moan for him to go harder, "s'okay eddie, feels good- you're doing so good- god, i love your cock-"

hearing him whine and slam into you faster, knocking you up the bed with his thrusts. his balls slapping against your soaked ass. "you're unreal-" he gasps. "m'so glad you're my first. so fucking lucky- oh my god-"

and fuck if that isn't an ego boost. makes you dig your nails in harder and coo up at him to really get him going. "yeah, baby? how's the first pussy you're gonna cum in, hm? you like it?"

hes delirious when he nods, choking on words as he gives up and sloppily mouths at your neck. you twine your hands through his sweaty locks as you wind your legs tight around him, anchor his waist to you, so his thrusts are shorter pulls, more like deep ruts into your heated core. god, his cock is fat.

"mhm." he whimpers, lazily sucking your throat. you let him. he needs it, you think. as much as you need to hold onto him and wrap around him like a vine leeching his warmth into yours. he thrusts and your bodies both move together up the bed, chests bare and slick and gliding against eachothers. his necklace scrapes against your nipples, the warm metal making you sigh. you want it in your mouth. "feels so good. feels-" he stops likes hes trying to find words, then you feel him shudder and he just blurts whatevers on his mind, clearly unable to think properly. "-so warm and tight. uhnn- m'gonna cum."

you squeeze around him just to hear his breath hitch. "Inside." you wrap your legs so tightly around him he can barely pull out at all, your ankles crossing at his back, locking him in. "wanna feel that virgin cock cum inside me."

its probably the cruelest thing you could say to him then. he jerks above you, his whole body trembling at the words. his hands grip the sheets on either side of your head in a death grip, pulling the ends off the mattress, but neither of you give a shit about a made bed right now.

his balls smack wetly against your ass again, grind there and you feel them twitch against your asshole, full and soft and heavy.

"you're-" he shakes his head. "you're a wicked p-person. jesus christ- fuck. im coming. holy shit- oh, you feel so good. you feel so fucking good on my cock-"

you feel the warm spurt of his cum coating your walls as he twitches and sags against you, moaning into your neck as he rocks his hips in little desperate grinds to work the cum deeper into your cunt. hes a fast learner. already knows how to feed your little hungry hole his cum.

"mmm." you sigh, like a happy cat.

#ask #hehe #eddie spaghetti #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader

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141shousewife · 3 months

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NSFW Price x Fat Wife Drabble >:)

Minors DNI I will EAT u like a nerds gummy cluster

Length: 1.2k Words

CW: NSFW, ANTI DADDY KINK PRICE!! Price x Fat reader, Implied Black reader, Price is married to reader, Female Reader condescension, mocking, fingering, PiV, dirty talk,

THIS IS ONLY MY OPINION! DON'T EAT ME PLEASE

Also if u have a problem with the reader being fat n black.... IDK what to tell u gworl.

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I have one main qualm with Price x reader NSFW content. I see one reoccurring theme/headcannon:

price = daddy dirty talk

And I hate to say it but everyone else is wrong about it and I am the one who to is correct.

Price, when called daddy, looks around for a child. Being a middle aged white man with a grown in beard- accidents do happen with chubby cheeked tots who grab onto his unsuspecting leg in grocery stores and assume that he is their father.

John has been called "Daddy" many times in his life, and since he is a man who aims to please, it's been more than once that he has let it slide during one night stands.

But with you?

His girl??

His WIFE????

Price does not like to be called daddy. His spine shivers and his body rejects the implication that your attraction to him is rooted in a negative experience with your own father.

He prefers to be called other things

"Baby" especially when you call him for dinner, "Honey" is nice when you're calling for him in front of others to show your love from him, "Sweetheart" specifically when you're angry with him- because he loves the way that you maintain warmth, and lastly "John"

That one is Johns favorite because he hears it the most between breathy moans. His name is barely audible when it slides out of your mouth as his hands work you over and make you needy and pliable.

But daddy is not one that he would choose.

But does this mean that John is sterile and boring in the bedroom ?

Not even close.

John puts his ALL into pleasing you.

He loves to catch you right as you're getting into bed for the night. He always starts with watching from the bed as you stand in the bathroom finishing your bedtime routine. Where John's head lays he can see your back as you rub the last of your sweet smelling lotion onto your wide shoulders and soft arms and tie the bow at the front of your bonnet. When finished- you turn around and wow.

Wow.

John is raking his eyes over your round and soft body, covered in a flowy pink night dress and he could just cry over how beautiful you are. Your body sits beautifully beneath the dress, your nipples poking through and visible from the coolness in the room, your arms shifting into being crossed over your chest-

"-Baby, did you hear me?" Your sweet voice beckons him back to reality as your brown eyes graze over him for any recognition of being lucid.

"I'm so sorry honey, I was thinking. What did you say?" John immediately feels guilty for missing what you said and instead oggling you like a dog would do a slab of meat.

"I said what are you looking at me like that for?"

John looks at you. Caught. Red handed. (more like red tip right now but that neither here nor there"

The smile that spreads over your face immediately says: 'i know what you want- and im prepared to give it to you.'

He looks at you and lowers his tone into a rasp. It hits you in a way that makes you feel like you can't deny him his requests.

"Come -ere."

Your body seems to walk toward the large plush bed without your permission.

You look at him doe eyed "what?" You can't tell why you're also whispering but it feels right.

He, in one move, tosses the comforter off of his lower half and sits up to grab your wide hips.

"You're acting like you caught me with my hand in the cookie jar, but you're just as wound up as me. Aren't ya?"

You stare at him breathlessly not realizing that the previous question was not rhetorical

John reaches him hand up and under your night gown and rubs your slit through your panties.

"I said: Aren't ya?"

You feel dizzy and unbalanced from the sensation and grip onto his shoulder to steady yourself.

"I am- I want you to- hah -touch me. Please"

You normally aren't this sensitive but the way that he is talking to you is making you weak.

"Look at me. Where do you want me to touch you. Cmon use your words?"

You try to just moan in response as he slows his pace.

"God- you're difficult. Is this it?"

John quickly inserts his fingers and begins pumping them as you hold onto his shoulders and writhe from the contact.

He only continues to rub the spongy spot inside of you and speak to you in a cooing, mocking tone- "What? That feel good? Are you gonna keep fucking yourself on my fingers until that cum drips down my wrist?"

You start to feel the heat and coiling in your stomach about to snap.

"Yes, John, please!"

Right as your vision is about to white out in pleasure, you tell John pulling his fingers out.

Whining in frustration you push out "John I was so close why would yo-"

The rest of you sentence is cut off as John stands up and moves behind you and roughly bends you over, making the excess fat on your body jiggle with the impact of you hitting the bed and pulling off your panties.

Your complaints are quickly silenced as John grabs for a pillow to put beneath your soft tummy. You moan clench around nothing as he lewdly leans down and spits on your entrance to make himself fit well.

"Your pussy is such a hungry little thing- you just needed some proper dick to shut you up huh?"

Your eyes begin to roll back into your head as you feel the rough stretch of John repeatedly pushing his dick inside to the hilt, exiting, and pushing inside again.

You can barely breathe- let alone form thoughts when he fucks you like this.

His raspy moans and quiet curses only push you closer to you orgasm.

He quickens his pace and you know you are done for- you aren't going to be able to hold it.

"John, pleasepleaseplease. I'm gonna- I'm- "

Completely invested in making you crazy- John slides his hand around your wide hip and plays with your clit and begins to talk into your ear in a condescending tone.

"You're gonna what huh? What are you gonna do? Are you gonna cum all over this dick baby?"

You can't even respond because that statement makes your vision completely go away as you babble incoherently and make a mess down John's thick, hairy thighs.

You don't notice during your orgasm but as you squeeze down into Price you begin to fuck back into him, roughly slamming your round ass onto him, making John completely incapable of holding out.

John fills you with a keening low moan as you finally begin to slow down

"Babyyy- fuck. -hah -just like thatttt."

John grabs onto the fat of your hip and buries himself inside and gives you the last of his orgasm.

He pulls out, cleans you off, lets you use the bathroom, and gets into bed and wraps his arms around your soft waist.

As you both quietly breathe slower and slower John finally speaks with an eyeroll-

"You definitely knew what you were pulling with that outfit. You know I'm a mumu man.

#john price cod #john price #john price x plus size reader #john price x reader #mw2 fanfic #john price x black reader

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sinnerlillith · 2 years

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Sweet Pervert O’ Mine

a/n: i shamelessly want and need to peg this man so bad ughhhHHHH this is annoying. sorry it took so long to finish, i like being detailed. also twitter link at end >:)

summary: Eddie is a horny bastard for a boyfriend who likes being pegged roughly any chance he can get, even if that means your little game of “this or that” while you cuddle has to get interrupted by your dirty thoughts.

includes: sub eddie, pegging, 2 rounds, hair pulling, crying, mommy kink, slight choking, spit, praise kink, anal fingering, eddie gets called a pervert (like only 4 times), some pegging position changes, prostate stim, some nipple stim, eddie is a damn masoch!st, reader is both mean and soft dom

word count: enough. did you see the “includes”? this 2 ROUNDS chile, im horny and ready to go.

"Hmm... ok I got one. Weed or alcohol?" you ask Eddie as you lay on your right side, eyeing his side profile as he stares up at the celling of his room. He’s laying fully on his back, his ringed left hand resting on your thigh as it lays over his bare torso. He just showered and is only shirtless in sweat pants. His eyebrows furrow into a thinking face as he contemplates if he likes being drunk or high better.

"Huh.. I think I like being high better," Eddie starts, still looking at the ceiling, “because I know I’m a lot more creative when I’m high. I’m just a lazy stumbling mess when I’m wasted.” a small smile creeps onto his lips as he remembers little, yet embarrassing, memories of his drunk words and actions.

Your eyes never break away from his face. The way his chin and cheeks wrinkle when he smiles, his pink lips curling, his white teeth showing, all of it, makes you grin softly at him.

“Yeah, I believe that. How about...” your voice trails off as you think of another question, “a new tattoo or a tongue piercing?”

His eyes squint as he imagines either one. His lips press together, contemplating what he’d even get as a new tattoo if he had the chance. He then switches to thinking about how a tongue piercing would feel against your skin.

He’s always kissing and licking it, which he knows makes you squirm, but he wonders how it would feel with a tongue piercing. He grins at the extra pleasure the metal bead would bring to you if his curly head was between your legs, licking your slit up slowly until the bead glides effortlessly over your clit. He thinks about how you might whine if it slid over your nipple before he harshly sucks it, or how you might shiver if it rolls against your neck.

“Tongue piercing. With out a doubt.” he answers, a suggestive smile now on his side profile.

“Oh yeah?” you challenge that look on his face, wondering what he’s thinking that got him so smug. His head turns left on his pillow so his face is alined with yours, big brown eyes now looking at you. They dart to your lips and back up to your eyes so quickly that if you blinked you would have missed it. That smile on his face makes the fat under his eyes become defined.

“Yeah.” his voice is is raspy and innocently suggestive. If anyone else heard it, they wouldn't think twice, but when you hear it, you know it means something else. Something definitely got him thinking, but he’s talking as if everything is normal. At least, he’s trying to, because he’s never been good at hiding his arousal.

Fine. If he wants to play faux innocent, then you will too.

"So then... do you want me to peg you with your face shoved in the pillow, or hovering above it?" Your eyes still look at his own, watching his reaction.

"wha- y/n?" His eye brows raise, making his eyes go big with them.

"Oh! Or....” your eyes look away, head turned as you stare up, making a face of ‘hmmm let me think’ as if you’re not asking anything more than a normal question. “Do you want to jerk yourself off while I peg you, or, do you like it better when I do it for you?"

His face gets hot at the images you're suddenly putting in his head. The hand he had resting on your thigh involuntarily squeezes it lightly. His eyes blink in a flustered confused manner. Your own eyes turn back to meet his, a small half smile on your face, littered in artificial innocence. You noticed how his lips are now parted slightly in surprise and disbelief.

This just makes you want to push him further.

"How about this- praise kink or mommy kink ?" You say the last 2 words with a completely different tone than the words before. The lids of your eyes now sink lower, relaxed, as your fake grin is replaced with a softly suggestive one.

He gulps, his heart skips a beat. His face looks like his brain just overheated and crashed. He can’t think of anything except all the dirty thoughts you put in his head. His left hand that was once squeezing lightly is now firmer on your thigh as his head turns away from you. His face had a strained smile on it before it turns away, as if the thoughts in his head are giving him some sort of pain. His right hand squeezes at both of his temples and he lets out a pained sigh, and you giggle at his display. He seriously hopes you brought your strap in that bag of yours that’s resting on the floor.

“Jesus, babe.” he says very quietly under his breath. The hand that was pressing on his temples drags down his face, pulling his skin with it making it look saggy. “You’re fuckin’ dirty.” his voice is muffled under his large veiny palm.

“That’s not an answer, Eddie.”

"Well, shi- fuck, obviously I'm going to say both for everything!" He stutters over his words. His hand waves in the air to help make gestures for his point.

"Good." You shift your thigh that's on him to the side of his hip as you slide up over him and to straddle his lower body. Your crotch is sitting right on top of his while both your clothes separate you. He begins to speak as your fingers slide up to his bare chest, tracing his black widow spider tattoo.

“So...” he starts, “you brought your -uh, your strap, then? Right?” he sounds accidentally desperate, as if he was trying to play it cool but just couldn’t.

God, he’s so cute.

A smile slowly spreads onto your face while you look down at him. Your hands halt from tracing his skin. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, tough guy?”

He huffs out a singular heh as a response to your teasing, then bashfully closes his eyes with a shake from his head. “Whatever, y/n.”

Your hands move again, but this time down his body. The flats of your palms sail over his barely visible abs under his smooth, warm skin, rising and falling as he calmly breathes.

He watches you above him, looking at his body with something similar to lust in your eyes. His hands are on your thighs with his thumbs brushing up and down, fondly. He gulps, beginning to think about how he wants you on him, kissing him and marking up his neck...

“Kiss me?” his voice comes out quiet and gentle. You can tell he’s pleading for you rather than commanding you. It makes your heart warm up with fondness at how gentle he is.

You lean down and slide one hand up to his face while the other finds a place on his chest. You bring your lips to his full pink ones and kiss him at your own pace. It’s calm and intimate at first, just taking your time kissing his warm and smooth lips. You can feel the air from his nose fan over your lips, his mouth barely opens wider to accept more of your own.

His decorated hands still sit on your thighs. You tilt your head further to the side to open your mouth more and deepen the kiss while your hand slides down to the back of his skull. This causes Eddie’s hands to move up your back and grip your shirt, balling the fabric in his hands desperately.

Then the kiss gets more greedy. You bite his lower lip and tug it outwards to open his heated mouth for you. You let your tongue come out to slip over his own wet one, causing him to tense up. One of his hands comes up to the back of your neck to push your lips impossibly closer to his, while the other hand slides down your back to grip your ass under your shorts. The action of his greedy hands kneading your fatty muscle makes you groan against his mouth.

The kiss speeds up and you can hear the both of you exhaling heavier. Making out with Eddie like this really is enough to create a layer of slick in your underwear. The kiss was so intense, you had to pull away and place your head to his own as you both caught your breath.

Both your bodies feel too hot against each other now, you and need to shed some clothes. Rushing to quickly take off your shirt, you reveal your bra, leaving both you and Eddie shirtless. His eyes watch you with adoration, then he remembers he needs to take his sweats off. He sloppily shifts under you to tug his sweats down, tongue coming out and poking his upper lip while he focuses on his movements.

He’s left in his plaid underwear while you’re now back to sitting on him, in your bra and shorts. You lean forward to return to kissing him, and his hand curves around the back of your neck, fingers gently touching the base of your skull. They feel so warm and so firm, yet so gentle on you.

You break the kiss just to bring your lips to the thin, and sensitive skin of his pulsing neck. His flesh is hot against the wetness of your lips as you scatter passionate kisses on him. He moves his head more out in the opposite direction, as if to ask for more attention on his neck.

Your hot breath and wet lips against his neck makes his stomach flip. His hands are flat on the skin of your back, holding on to you as he begins to feel harsh sucks of his skin between your teeth. His body twitches from your hickeys, eyes rolling shut in pleasure. Suddenly, his mouth falls open and he lets out a gasp.

“Damn, sweetheart. You bit me.” he rasps, small smile on his face.

You grin on his neck and place a sweet, gentle kiss on your bite mark. “You liked it.”

He gets butterflies at your observation, blood rushing to the semi in his underwear. He loves it when you bite him. Something about seeing the reddish pink teeth marks on his pale skin in the mirror just makes him feel giddy.

You kiss down his neck to his collar bone, leaving a bite just below the bone itself, where the skin is most thin. His eyes shut at the feeling, letting a small groan out before reopening them. Your kisses don’t falter at all. They eventually get down to just above his nipple, dirty thoughts now running through your own head as you look at the pink bud, now stopping your kisses.

You look up at his large deep eyes, which have flickered down to your own, confused as to why you stopped kissing his skin suddenly.

You ask him a question, revealing your thoughts, “Can I bite these too?”

He cant even find the words to answer you. He was already hoping you were going to do that, especially sine he’d be far too embarrassed to ask. He mentally curses at the shyness your question brings.

He responds with a needy, breathy, singular word, almost too quiet to hear --

“please.”

Oh fuck, he’s so damn cute when he does that.

Your wet lips wrap around his nipple, while you let your tongue come out to roll over his bud as you suck. His back jolts off the mattress as he feels the heat of your mouth on his sensitive nipple.

His ringed hands make way to the back of your head and he breathes out a shakey exhale. You begin to use your teeth to ever so gently bite, testing out how much pressure he really needs since he’s sensitive. His face scrunches at the feeling, then soon relaxes when your teeth are replaced by your tongue. His hands that are on your head begin to lightly push your face further into his shaking chest, silently begging for you not to stop.

You release his nipple from your mouth, only to put the now flushed red bud back between your lips even harsher than before. Your mouth fills the air with sucking sounds until your teeth bite again, this time tugging the flesh out as far as it can go before snapping back onto his chest.

“ah- ouch...” he whimpers. You look up as his face, expecting to see a pained one, but you’re surprised instead. His eye brows are arched downward at the edges, and his eye lids droop from arousal. His face looks fucking pornographic.

“You ok?”

He nods. “Just sensitive.. but don’t want you to stop..” his voice comes out airy and light, quite a contrast from his usual self.

You move to suck on his opposite nipple, leaving a trail of kisses and hickeys on your way to it. You do the same to that one as you did to the previous. Each movement of your tongue and teeth draws out pained and pleasured noises from Eddie. His back arches and twists into your body.

Once you’re done, you place wet open mouth kisses up his body, leaving a trail of saliva until you reach his neck, kissing up the column of his throat once you get to his chin. You lift your head to look up into his eyes.

“So....” you start, “why were you curious about my strap?”

He jokingly rolls his eyes. “Why do you think? Don’t get clueless with me, babe.”

“I think... it’s because you wanna fucked ruthlessly by me, babe.” you mock him slightly, with a smile on your face.

“Oh ‘ruthlessly’?” he challenges, but his voice is laced with playfulness. “Let’s see it then, y/n.”

“Yeah I’ll show you, alright.” You say playfully, lifting your torso up to slip your shorts off, now leaving you in only a bra and underwear. “No mercy from me, Munson.” He likes it that way anyway.

When you make your way back on top of him, you look down at Eddie. He’s eyeing your near naked body as he whistles flirtatiously at it.

“Pervert.” you tease.

“Whaaat? That’s never seemed to be a problem with you...” he says suggestively.

You smile, "Shut up."

You lean your body forward to ghost your lips over his plump pink ones before letting them touch. Teasing him, you pull your head back each time he tries to kiss you deeper, harder, faster, rougher, anything he can try, but it all fails. Your hand moves down his torso, to his clothed lower body, but he’s too distracted by your teasing to focus on your hands.

He pouts at you, wanting you to let him kiss you. “sto- oh! Shit..”

Before he can finish pouting, your hand has already traveled under the hem on his underwear to grip his semi hard shaft. Once you do, you finally let his lips met yours firmly. You let him kiss you however he wants, and for him, that means a sensual kiss with tongue.

He starts to breath heavier through his nose due to the rushed kiss, as well as your palm groping on his hardening dick. His hands touch your bare back, squeezing at you above your rib cage, rings adding more texture to his warm large hands.

You break the kiss, feeling his saliva on your lips. The saliva from your mouth that was on his own pink tinted lips gets licked up by him.

“Take these off.” You say referring to his underwear.

He chuckles and responds to your order flirtatiously. “Yes ma’am.”

Your hips raise off him so you’re sitting up straight on just your knees as he slides his underwear down to his feet, shaking them off. You then swing your legs back so your thighs are behind his own, similar to a missionary position.

He’s now fully bare, underneath you, legs spread so you can fit between them while you’re only in your bra and underwear. You lean down and he automatically crosses his legs around your back to keep you close to him. Your head hovers inches over his face as your hand comes to slide over his throat, barely choking him.

“Open” you say, eyes looking at his lips.

He obediently open his mouth, tongue lolling out, eyes crossing to look at your own lips. You let spit fall from your pursed lips and land in his mouth. His blunt finger tips tighten their grip on your back, feeling completely wild at your dirty actions. You mutter a ‘good boy’ to him before you let your mouths meet for an extremely heated kiss.

As you make out, you prop yourself up on your forearm while your other hand that was on his throat releases him and slides down his chest, finger tips lightly grazing over his pecs to his abdomen. His hands hold both sides of your head, then one of his arms snake around your neck, while his other palm holds your cheek. Your own palm then lays flat on his happy trail, coming to a halt from grazing his torso.

You pull your lips away from him. “Unhook your legs and spread them more.” you mutter against his lips. He releases your body from his legs, opening his thighs as close to the sheets below them as he can, allowing his hole to be better exposed for your hand. You lower your lips to kiss him again, rewarding him for his obedience.

As you kiss him, your palm lowers even further, past his shaft. Your middle finger ghosts over his hole, making his hips jolt at the sudden contact. You smile into the kiss, now aware of the effect your fingers have on him. Your mouth then bites his lower lip, tugging it back so his mouth gapes open, allowing your tongue to slip in. Your middle finger returns to his hole, now applying more pressure.

You circle his rim slowly, making him inaudibly whimper into your mouth, sounds muffled into your kiss. His ringed hand on your cheek slides to the back of your neck, needing something to hold onto. His forearm that was slung over your shoulders is still there with his hand griping your skin, blunt nails pressing into the smooth flesh.

His back is arching off the sheets. It curves into your torso, letting your nearly bare skin feel his own. You let the finger pad of your middle finger try to pry its way into his hole. He’s tight, but once the pad of your finger is swallowed, you slowly and gently wiggle it around to get him to loosen.

You feel his breath speed up as well as his kissing. He was growing impatient and needy, something that always tends to happen when the pervert gets his ass played with.

“more...” he says into your mouth, immediately going back to kissing. You let him for a short while until you pulled away from the kiss, looking into his eyes.

“I have to get up and grab the lube then.” Your bag that you brought has both your strap and lube, but its on the floor at the edge of the bed. He fake pouts, lower lip coming to push as you get off of him to grab your bag. He misses your warmth and smiles once you return between his thighs. Your lube is being squeezed into your finger that was previously teasing him. You let it smear around as you sit up. Your butt is on your heels and thighs under his legs.

You put the lube down and place your hand on his hip, while your lubed middle finger comes back to his hole. Your eyes look to his face as the pressure of your finger returns to him, wiggling its way half in. He blinks rapidly for a second as he adjusts, staring at your hand between his legs. You push your finger in all the way to your knuckle and he gasps, gripping your forearm on his hip.

He’s still a little tight, so you let your finger stay all the way in and move it around so his muscles can relax. Eddie’s eyes clench as his stomach flexes from the sensation. You just watch the whole thing through heavy eyelids, softly smiling at his reactions.

As your forearm is still in his warm grip, he looks up at you. His face warms up at your stare, making him suddenly aware of the position he’s in. His lover is sitting up between his spread legs, while he’s completely exposed to her, with her finger curling in him, and he loves it. The way you look down at him while he’s completely exposed and open to you, reddish pink bite marks on his chest and hickeys on his neck. Even when you still have some clothing items on, it makes him aware of your dominance over him.

Then fact that you’re in control- fuck, it makes him bite his lip and wish for you to wreck him. Still, he’s embarrassed by his thoughts.

“Stop looking at me like that..” he utters quietly, voice wavering as it holds back a whimper.

“Like what?” your tone is patronizing. You begin to pull your finger out to the pad of your finger tip. Before he can respond, you slide it back in, interrupting his thoughts. You keep finger fucking him, feeling him relax more as you sped up.

His mouth falls open, but before he can let a noise slip out, he tucks his lower lip under his teeth, preventing him from showing his true pleasure. Holding his moans back just makes you want to be rougher with him, until he goes from holding back moans to not being able to stay silent. You grab the lube again and pull your finger out. He sighs at the loss of contact.

You squeeze lube onto your middle and pointer finger, smearing it together on both. You slowly push both fingers in, rubbing circles on the back of his thigh with your opposite hand. He whines softly and his hands fist at the sheets under him.

“Almost there Eddie, just relax.” you try to soothe him as you pump your fingers in an out.

He groans a pitchy groan, getting impatient with your slow pace. He rolls his hips into your fingers, thighs closing towards each other by a few inches. His large hands now move behind his legs to grip your thighs, veins showing as he squeezes your skin.

“Aw, pretty boy. You want something?” you cock your head to the side as you eye him. His large brown eyes look up at you as he nods meekly.

“faster...” he croaks.

You pump your fingers in and out of him faster, and his body reacts in the most erotic way. His legs start to spread open wider, automatically. His head slips back further into the pillows, exhaling deeply with open mouth breaths. His ringed hands slide off you to go on the under parts of his thighs as they squeeze the muscle there and spread himself more open. He finally lets his noises come out.

“mmm- ah fuck-!” he groans as he huffs out fast breaths. His ears turn a cute shade of pinkish red as he hears the wet sounds from his hole being fingered by you. His right hand releases his thigh as it comes down to touch his shaft, fucking his fist to the pace of your fingers.

He looks at you, eyes needy, mouth open and panting. “Please fucking kiss me...” his voice is trembling. You lean down with a smile and pin your lips to his puffy pink ones. When your lips meet, he starts to fuck himself faster, groaning and whining into the kiss. His sloppy kiss, arching back, and speed of his hand under your stomach shows that he’s ready for something more.

As your fingers still pump in him, you pull your head back, hovering over his slightly red face. His breath fans on your mouth as he looks up with a haziness to him, only focusing on the pleasure he’s feeling.

“Looks like you’re having fun.” you tease him, which pulls him out of subspace. He’s suddenly back to reality, bringing his unoccupied hand to his hair, bashfully covering his face with it. His head attempts turning to the side to go as far into the pillow as he can, which isn’t too far given his position.

“Aw Ed, you’re so cute,” your fingers stop moving inside of him. “but let me see you.”

He desperately needs the pleasure you bring him to come back, so he slowly moves his head back to face you, then tugs his curls away. He looks up at you though half lidded eyes pressing his lips into a flat line as he softly smiles. You could have sworn he almost looked stoned, just high of your fingers.

You smile at him, fingers now retuning to their pace, loosening him up even more. His eyes roll back just before they shut close. His mouth falls open as he lets out a raspy groan.

“You want the strap now?” you question.

He nods rapidly. “Mhmm” is all he can say, sweet thing is just so lost in the pleasure already.

You twist your torso and turn to grab the strap, slipping your fingers out of him. You undo the strap and it slip around your hips, fastening it around your upper thighs. You squeeze lube onto the dildo and lather it. Now that its adjusted to your body and slicked up, you place your hands on the thin skin below the back of his knees, holding his legs open. You let the tip of the firm semi-realistic anal dildo press up against his open hole.

Both his warm hands move to your waist, his right one is still wet with his pre cum. Ringed fingers curl around your smooth skin to grip it as you settle between his raised thighs. You begin to roll your hips forward, pushing the dildo inside him while watching his face.

His teeth grit at the pressure of his walls being filled. He can feel the small bumps and veins of the strap giving extra stimulation to him. He whines lowly, barely hearable. You slowly bottom out, the base of the strap now fully in him.

“Are you ok, Ed?”

He nods. You take it as a sign to pull out to the tip, and push back in, nice and easy. You start with slow thrusts, fingers squeezing the back of his knees to steady yourself. He huffs with every roll of your hips, tongue darting out to lick his lips that dry a bit when he breathes out.

You begin to feel less resistance from the muscles in his hole, showing you that he’s starting to adjust to the size. Keeping your thrusts at their slow pace, you start slide out easy, but enter back punctuating harsher. His legs twitch in your palms at your sudden harshness. This makes his dark eyes open wide, looking up at the celling, then to you while you smile at him.

His bangs are messy and his hair is scattered across the pillow under him, guitar pick necklace sticking to the sweat on his hickey covered chest. His fingers curl around your waist rougher, eyes now squinting in pleasure, blunt fingers digging into your sides. His mouth has fallen open, tatted chest rising as he pants.

“hnngg, y/n- gonna go insane if you don’t - mmf” his moans interrupt him, “if ya don’t go faster, damn it.” he groans this time, glistening chest of his vibrating, causing your ears to warm up at his cute noises.

He looks so fucking good under you. Eyes shut, holding on to you for dear life, face heating up- god damn it. He’s perfect.

“Is that how you ask, Eddie?” your tone is soft and sweet, contradicting to your intentions and harsh thrusts.

“mmm..” he full on whines, such a needy and pornographic whine, so desperate for you to go faster. “please mommy... I want it... go faster...”

“There it is, good boy.” you praise.

Your hands move from off his thighs to his waist area of his lower body, pressing firmly on him to adjust your legs and change your angle so you can move faster. You begin to fuck him faster, breath speeding up to accommodate to your pace. His warm hands on your waist begin to feel damp with both of your light sweat mixing under his palms. His eyes shut harshly, beginning to feel a slight wetness at the base of his thick eyelashes.

He reopens them to look up at you, eyebrows and eyelids downturned. “mmm fuck, thank you,” he moans out, trying to catch his breath at the same time. You cant help but smile down at him and think about how good submission looks on his fucked out face.

Your thrusts don’t falter, keeping their moderate speed. His legs are still spread open, uncrossed around your body. They unsymmetrically lay out wide on either side of you, one twitching from the pleasure. He’s groaning, head turning to hide his face in the pillows. You notice how his dick isn't receiving any attention from his hand anymore. It’s still very hard, slight glimmering of precum at the pinkish tip of it. Your eyes move back up to his semi-hidden face. The pillow isn’t effective in hiding his shut eyes and slightly drooling mouth.

“Don’t hide your pretty face, baby,” you coo, “let me see it...”

Eddie’s head slowly rolls, exhaling heavily through his mouth before it finally stills, facing you. A few curls from his bangs are wet at the tips, touching his forehead while the rest of his hair is pulled down the sides of his face, laying on the pillow thanks to gravity. The corner if his pretty pink mouth has a drop of drool, which you bend over to lick up.

You rise back up, still thrusting into him, seeing his body move back and forth with each thrust. You hold eye contact with him as your right hand moves off his side to grip his dick, starting to pump it firmly. His brown eyes can no longer stay open with the extra stimulation.

“Fuck, Christ-” his back arches, trying to raise his dick further into your hand. “more, more...” he doesn't even know what he’s moaning for more of, he just feels so good and wants more of that pleasure.

Your hips stop thrusting and your hand stop rubbing him, letting the strap-on stay still inside of him as you reach out for his spread open legs, ready to switch into a different position to give Eddie ‘more’ of whatever it is he’s babbling about.

His head lifts up from the pillow, pretty brown eyes look down at where you’re connected. “W-why’d you stop? What’re you doing?” he whines, sounding like he’s about to cry at the loss of stimulation. You ignore him while you press his thighs into his chest and lean forward, letting the backs of his knees sit above your shoulders. His lower legs and sock covered feet stick up in the air as you hunch into him.

“Stop whining. Take what you’re given, ok pretty boy?” you look down at him, a small smile creeps onto your face. He gets that familiar flutter of arousal in his stomach. Your commanding dominance paired with ‘pretty boy’, it’s enough to make him whisper a curse under his breath.

You’re putting him in a mating press, which automatically angles his hips up, slightly above the mattress so you can stimulate his prostate. Your hands are on the side of his head, careful to not trap his brown curls under them. His large eyes look at where you’re inside him as you slowly ease out and slide back in.

“oooh fuck-” he groans, “that’s good... feels good...” This new angle and pace feels different to him, it won’t let him get all his words out. His inked arms cross over your neck, eyes no longer paying attention to your strap. You make eye contact with his droopy, pleasured, brown eyes and he lifts his chin for your mouth. Your lips meet for a shakey, sloppy, kiss.

Your thrusts speed up while your mouths are still connected, causing him to choke on a moan, letting his mouth wide open for a half second. You slip your tongue in, but he cant keep up with your kiss. He whines against your mouth, all the other noises he makes are muffled while his ringed hand clings to your scalp. He’s absolutely struggling to kiss you back, feeling too good at the sensation of getting fucked like this. Once your mouths finally separate, the muffled noises break free from his plump wet lips, and he rambles, unable to properly put words together.

“nnggh y/n, need more- mmm shit-! faster, harder, please...”

“Shit Eddie, keep begging for me,” you begin to pant.

“Mommy... I need you...” he sounds absolutely pathetic, but he could care less. “...need you harder... harder, baby please-”

You ram into him harder before he can let anymore words out, making you completely flustered by his begging. He gasps and pants short heavy breaths over and over again. His full head of hair is whipping back, further into the pillow, completely exposing his bite covered neck to your lustful gaze.

“Good boy Eddie baby, sound so pretty for me.” you smile as you praise him.

The heat from your bodies being so close to each other makes you both sweat, but hearing his erotic noises makes you create a layer of slick in your underwear. Your strong thrusts and eye rolling speed makes his hips roll into your strap, attempting to match your pace.

One particular roll of his hips has him seeing stars due to the fact that he arched himself right onto his prostate, sending a rush of red hot tingles up and down his body. He looks down and uses his forearms against the mattress to help stable him as he curls his hips up again, lifting his pelvis higher to hit that same spot.

His toes literally curl in his socks, head whipping back, bringing his long hair with him. He tucks his plush lower lip under his upper teeth, trying to hold back tears of pleasure. His pornographic noises are muffled behind his mouth, but his face shows all. Seeing his half open eyes that cant even look at you anymore paired with his downturned dark eyebrows isn't good enough for you though. You need to hear how needy he is, how good he feels, all of it.

“Yeah? Right there, huh?” you taunt, tongue coming out to lick your lips.

He quickly nods his head, letting his damp bangs shake along with him. He stops biting his lip and attempts to focus his eyes on you, blinking rapidly.

“oh fuck, I love it...” his voices sounds raspy and low at first, but with his next words, it gets pitcher and higher with each request. “..keep going, please keep going, ah shit- shit!”

He officially cant keep his eyes open, face contorting and flinching with every shake of his body to your speed, stimulating his prostate. He cant keep his head still either, along with his now trembling legs. He huffs and pants through his wet, freshly bitten lips, creating even more heat between your faces.

Lips tremble as he begs and cries for you, chanting your name and ‘mommy’ over and over again, and boy is he getting loud. Curses fall from his lips, his blazing hands move from the mattress to your back, blunt nails curling into your skin leaving minimal marks. His noises are starting to get too intense.

“Shut up, unless you want the whole park to hear you.” you sneer at the pretty mess of a man below you.

His heart actually skips a beat at the intensity of your words. Eddie gasps, choking on a moan as he desperately tries to hold his voice back.

“damn...” he very lowly mewls out, trying to stay quiet for you, but the idea of people hearing how good you make him feel... It sends a chill down from neck to spine. Eddie reacts to the thoughts you put in his head with a clench around your strap.

You respond to his walls clinging to your dildo with a smirk. “Oh? You’d like that? Pervert.” You start to slow down your thrusts a bit, dragging out slowly all the way to the tip, and curling your hips back in, letting him feel every curve of the dildo-- a sensation you cant give him when you plow into him too fast.

This helps him keep his voice low, for the most part at least. The pleasure of feeling every part of your strap on, slowly and sensually, drives the curly headed pretty boy to a new kind of crazy. His decorated hands on your back relax a little bit, but his face is pleading.

A devilish curl of your lips now paints your heated face as you taunt him, “You want everyone to hear you, huh?” He whines, but much pitchier this time. Your teasing is so cruel, yet so hot to his embarrassed ears. He got caught thinking perverted thoughts about you both, yet it’s making his dick twitch around underneath you. It’s making his chest heave, stomach flip, lips quiver. You start to thrust into him faster again, ending each thrust roughly, causing your skin to slap onto his own. His hands are searching over your body, trying to find a place to hold onto.

Your pace is unforgiving, making it harder for the pervert to stay quiet. “Go ahead, let them hear you.” you pant out to him, “You want that, don’t you?” Just like that, his noises come back. They’re flooding in the room and filling your ears. You notice tears at the lower lids of his eyes, just sitting there, welling up. It’s cute, it’s hot, it’s making you wet.

“Mommy, so good, ha-! fuck yes, right there..!” His legs are back to twitching besides you as he lets his words ramble out his gaping mouth. The sensation of his g-spot being hit over and over again makes his whole body heat up and quiver below you.

“Say my name.” you command from above him, “Let them know who’s fucking you this good.” His tongue is lolling out ever so slightly, eyes glossy and half open, rolling back into his skull. Eddie feels so good that he cant even remember his own name, let alone say yours. All he can do is make sinful broken moans.

“ah f-fuck, oh god...” he chokes on his own voice, stuttering and gasping, “hell yes.. yes, yes- mmm!” His mouth tries to form to the shape of your name, but his lip is quivering so much, it interrupts him.

“C’mon Eddie, almost there baby,” you grow impatient, “or else I’ll stop...” It was only a half empty threat, but it has him snapping out of it quick. He’s shaking his head, basically pleading for you to not stop.

He begins to finally speak clearly as your name falls from his lips several times, only speaking in half sentences. He cries out to you, “fuuuck me... gonna cum, gonna cum-!” You swear he’s loud enough for someone walking by to hear him.

A hand of his lifts off your body to go down and stroke himself, much faster than your thrusts. You can hear his wet dick and short breaths and he tries to near climax.

Your head turns downwards, resting on his sticky forehead to get a view of him pumping himself. He looks so good like this, legs up above your shoulders, touching himself, dildo slipping in and out of him, full body twitching under you.

You cant help it, words just naturally slip from your mouth, “Damn it Eddie, you look perfect... so fucking perfect.”

Your words make him so flustered, driving him impossibly closer to his orgasm. He can barely get another stroke out before he’s squeezing his eyes painfully shut, cumming all over his stomach--which surprises you both. You weren't expecting him to finish so quickly after your sudden sweet compliment, but he does. Flattery works well with him, far too well, because he actually can’t stop cumming.

He’s so lost in his high, and you just keep fucking him through it, skillfully hitting his g-spot multiple times with each roll of your hips. His thighs tremble against your shoulders, and his unoccupied hand comes up to painfully grip the pillow above him. His shoulders have the tips of his hair clinging to them as they shudder from the intensity of the climax. Eddies groans of pleasure are raspy, like he’s losing his voice from all the noise he’s making. Your legs are tired, but you want to-- no, need to keep going. You need to see how long it takes him to milk himself out fully.

His creamy white fluid just keeps spilling past his knuckles and thick fingers, less and less with each pump, dripping to his pubes, still not coming to an end. He almost doesn’t seem to notice how much a load he’s blowing, at least not until his brown eyes open to see small puddles of his cum on his stomach, rolling down the sides of his abdomen. The relatively warm liquid begins to slide dangerously close to dripping on the sheets below him as he finally pumps out the last of his semen. Your hips still at the final drop leaving his leaky red tip.

“Holy fuck, man,” he breathes out quietly, damp eyes blinking lazily like the world is moving in slow motion, “that’s... a lot.”

You let out an out-of-breath chuckle at his observation, still looking down, foreheads still resting on one another. “mhmm, it’s hot.”

His already warm face suddenly gets warmer at your confession. You lift up off him, silicon still inside him as you sit up straight. You start to ease his legs down to the side, still trembling faintly in your hands. You place a kiss to the inside of one of his knees before laying them to rest on the mattress. You slowly pull out but he winces at the emptiness.

His eyes still look a little heavy when you stare at his dazed face. “You ok?” you question, rubbing soothing circles on his inner thighs. He looks at you and nods.

His head barely lifts to look down at his abdomen. “jus’ feel like I should clean this off-”

“nah.” you interrupt.

His pretty eyes meet yours again. “No?” he asks, lifting a confused eyebrow. You nod a him before you start speaking again.

“Leave it, plus-”

You bend down to place a peck on his lips, which makes your strap poke at his lower body for a short second.

“-I’m not done with you yet.” Eddies eyes flutter an ‘oh shit’ look, but you smile down at him, pecking his lips again. “How about a round two, Eds?” Your hand comes up to twist a piece of his slightly damp hair near his face, twirling it twice in between your finger. “Up for it?” your tone is sweet on him.

He softly gulps, all of his tiredness from earlier fades away at the thought of feeling another orgasm like the one you just gave him all over again. Eddies smile matches yours, cute dimples showing while he nods his head. “Oh absolutely, sweetheart.” he turns his face to your hand and places a sweet kiss to it.

“So.. how about you flip over onto your knees for me, hm?”

He lets you help him guide his body into the proper position. His large adorned hands are splayed out flat against the mattress below his dangling head of hair. His neckless sways with his curls as he moves his body, following your guidance. His knees are spread apart, opening his legs far from each other exposing his hole.

The position is unfamiliar to him, since he typically will have you like this more than you would ever have him like this. It makes him feel a little... ‘feminine’ but those thoughts are pushed away once he hears the familiar sounding cap of your lube popping off again.

You sit up behind him and squeeze the lube onto the strap-on before realigning yourself to his entrance. Eddie is still sensitive from his previous orgasm so he really has to brace himself when you re-enter him carefully.

You grip his hips and push yourself in, keeping him still and paying attention to his movements as you watch for any sign of pain. Luckily, this position of his hips makes it far easier to slip inside of him. Even with your gentleness and his already loosened hole, he still feels stretched out until his hole finally swallow up the base of your strap-on.

“Damn Eddie, you swallowed me up so well.” you praise him as you slide out and then back in, gently. “My good boy.” you coo.

Your praise makes him clench his jaw, but you referring to him as ‘my good boy’, with that possessive pronoun at the beginning? Fuck. That makes him get a swarm of butterflies.

His bashful thoughts are interrupted by his own stuttering groan when you slide out slow and ram back in faster, picking up your pace. All Eddie can hear is the short breaths you exhale as you fuck him, and his own quiet whimpers drowned out by skin on skin sounds.

You slide your hand from his hip to over his flexing back, smoothing over the curves of his faint muscle, shoulder blades, and finally the back of his neck. His low hanging head now has your hand on the back of his skull, under his thick hair. Your fingers curl into his hair as you pull it back by the roots, forcing his head up.

He lets out a loud trembling groan at your harshness, feeling his eyes get hot as they clench shut. They slowly blink open, that familiar feeling of teary eyes surges through him, but fuck it turns him on.

“ha- shit..” he croaks, throat dry from all his previous noises of pleasure from the round before. You hear him mumble something else, but its barely audible over all the sounds of sex flooding the room.

You semi-roughly yank at his dark hair in-between your rough fingers, making his whole head jolt backwards before moving back into place. “Speak up, pretty.” you instruct him, almost harshly.

Your fist tugging his scalp is making his back curve into an erotic arch. His locked elbows begin to faintly wobble out of balance as he tries to keep himself propped up in your grip. He repeats what he said louder for you, “so rough mommy.. fuckin’ love it.”

Your eyes widen at his words and you feel like your mind just stutters for a bit, until you quickly recover and speed up your hips. You bring your voice to a whisper, “Fuck, Eddie-” you huff.

He’s moaning loudly at your new speed, fists balling up the sheets under them as his inked arms shudder, making his broad shoulders quake. His head being tilted back by your firm grip on his frizzy waves of curls lets you hear every whimper, whine, and moan.

He lifts a palm to the his sensitive dick and rubs himself once again, trying to match your speed, but he’s so incredibly sensitive that he flinches from his own hand and swallows back a hiss. He quickly recovers and pumps himself again.

Needy boy.

You notice his pulsing arm movements below his stomach. You release his hair and bring your hand back to his hips to keep your thrusts steady. His near teary eyes are now stinging with hot liquid sitting at his lower eyelids. His big eyes blink away the dampness, but they over flow, letting a hot tear slide down his sweaty red face. It stops at the corner of his open pink mouth that his noises are coming out of.

“oh f-fucking shit-” he gasps and lets a whine of your name fall from his lips. Eddies fist keeps pumping, but your legs are tired and your hips have to slow down completely, giving your burning body a rest. Your slow movinh hips let him once again feel all the textured bumps of the dildo, making his wet eyes roll. He grows impatient, needing you to move faster.

“y/n, d-dont stop, please-”

“nope,” you pant out of breath, “you’re gonna have to do it yourself for a while.”

He whines pathetically, “hnng, no y/n, please, I need you-”

“Then work for it, big boy.”

He groans, his fist stops pumping himself as he lowers his torso to settle down on his forearms, hair brushing over his skin and the mattress. Keeping his head up as he arches his back, he lifts his hips up high with your strap on still inside him.

He’s got the prettiest arch you’ve ever seen.

His head turns slightly to the side so you can see his side profile hidden behind his shaggy hair. He starts to rock his body forward and then back onto your strap. His hair shifts back and forth along with his sweaty body.

You just stare down at him with lustful eyes, hands occasionally caressing his skin, not interfering with his movements. You stay as still as possible between his widely spread legs. He starts to pick up his pace, attempting to mirror the pace you were giving him earlier.

“Thats it pretty boy...” you coo, “there you go.” he can hear your devilish smile. Your tone is sweet, but your torture of watching himself fail at trying to make himself feel as good as you can, and not even helping him, is damn near sadistic.

Eddie just cant seem to fuck himself like you do, and this make him visibly impatient. His fists ball up and he lets out whines of disappointment through his closed mouth. You decide to tease him by lazily moving your hips forward to match his weak pace, making your thrusts just as weak as his own. Although the muscles of his ass are firm, you can still notice some of the fat bouncing back to your slapping hips.

Hot.

“mommy please, I can’t-” he starts to sob softly, voice fluctuating making his voice crack, “I can’t do it, give me more- fuck,”

You smile at his pathetic display, stopping your lazy fake thrusts which forces him to return to fucking himself on your strap on his own. You unclip your sweaty bra and slide it off your shoulders. You lean your torso forward as his hips still move under you, purposefully pressing your breasts on his glistening back while your arms are on the side of his own, holding your weight up.

He feels your hardened nipples and swell of your breasts on his skin, but hates that he can’t see them.

He clenches his jaw, “god damn it,” he groans through gritted teeth, “your tits... fuck, sweetheart.” Your head is next to his pink tinted ear as you turn to place your mouth only a centimeter away from it. You nibble and lick at his ear lobe and upper most curve of his ear, making him bite his lips to hold back a moan at the tingling sensation your warm wet tongue gives him.

You whisper directly into his ear, breath fanning over the wet skin, “Bet you like that, huh pervert?” your tone is the most damn sultry and suggestive thing he’s ever heard. It drives him absolutely feral.

He can’t help it. He whines and absolute pitiful noise. He whines at your breasts on him, your words in his ear, your body heat on his own, your fake dick filling his hole that he’s still trying to fuck himself on.

He whimpers out to you, trying to regain his composure. “You’re mean.” he talks back, or at least tries to because his words stutter with his trembling lips.

You smile into his ear. “And you love it.” you tease him. But you’re right, he does love it. Even when you’re mean to him, his toes still curl.

You lift your naked torso off him, moving your hands back to his hips. You start to thrust into him, for real this time, meeting the pace he set for himself. It’s a steady pace, but not what he was hoping for.

Before he can tell you to speed up, you are already doing so. Your hips basically crescendo, skillfully railing into him. His head lifts up, rolling back as far as he can get it, making his jaw hang open.

A noise comes out of him literally every few times your hips meet his bare ass. Seconds later, his head is hanging low again, just inches above the sheets, huffing curses and whines. He tilts his head to the side, letting you see his side profile, riddled with pleasure on his pretty face. He utters a few words to you, out of breath:

“pull my hair... please,”

Fuck. Eddie Munson is the cutest damn thing with the hottest masochistic tendencies.

You bring your hand back to his course hair, finding his scalp and pulling his curls back while you pound into him. His hands grip into anything he can find below them. The sheets, the pillows, anything, just holding on for dear life.

His chin is lifting up, mouth staying open, letting out the prettiest groans.

“hnng fuck,” his voice is scratchy and his words are starting to slur together, “so hot... when you do that..”

You then stop your hips and use your hand in his hair to guide his face to the pillows. His arms upper wobble as he lowers himself onto the softness, face laying flat to the side so one cheek is rested against it. He’s now fully faced down with his ass up, giving you a perfect view of his spread open and arched body.

He tries to question you, but he still can’t speak clearly. “wai- what’re... wha... doing..?”

“Shhh Eddie, just trying to get you more comfortable,” your hand slides off his hair and onto his firm back, keeping him pushed down.

Your hips start up again, rough, hard, and fast thrusts, making him cry from the pleasure. His hot tears slide from his puffy fat of his lower eyes to the pillow case under his cheek, making small puddle drops.

He wants to tell you how good you’re making him feel, how hot this is, how he feels like he’s gonna cum, but he can barely move his mouth. He’s only making sinful, incoherent noises, completely and utterly unable to form words now.

You look at his face, noticing how he tries to move his lips to speak but they don’t even touch. You can tell he wants to say something, but judging by the way his teary brown eyes begin to roll up and pinkish red tongue nearly comes out, you can tell he’s just feeling too good.

You decide to taunt him. “Aww baby, am I fucking you dumb?” you both can practically hear the prideful smile on your face.

He just drools onto pillow, mouth hanging wide letting open mouthed groans and whines fall through, no longer holding them back. His hooded and droopy eye lids hang over his brown eyes, seemingly unable to focus on a single thing. The angled down corners of his eyebrows give away the fact that he barely has any thoughts in that pretty head of his, only able to focus on how good you’re fucking him.

He can’t speak, but the sight below you gives you enough of an answer:

You’re fucking him absolutely stupid.

“You look like you’re about to cum Eddie,” you speak, “gonna cum for me?” he attempts to nod, but it comes out shakey.

“Gonna make another mess, baby?”

“hnnn-” he whines, trying to close his mouth together.

“That’s my good boy.”

His hands curl into the pillow, knuckles going white as his face practically drowns in salty tears and thick drool. His eyes are squeezing shut so tightly that his vision goes white. His mouth starts to move again, rambling curses and high moans. He wails out ‘mommy’ repeatedly, with an occasional ‘fuck’ slipped in. He’s so close. He feels that heated tingling feeling in his stomach again, making his eyes snap open.

This time, he doesn’t even need to touch himself to help him cum. He spilling his load all over the sheets below him automatically, shaft lifting and twitching with every spurt. His groans go from high and pitchy, to deep and strained. You know he’s cumming now so you keep thrusting, fucking him through it until he goes quiet.

Once done, you both freeze in place, taking deep fast breaths through your mouths as you calm your rapidly beating hearts.

You look down at him, and he looks like an absolute mess, which slightly concerns you. You pull out, which makes him wince and you utter a quick apology as you try to shuffle out of your strap so you can check on him. Once its slipped off your body, you crawl to his side while his ass is still in the air. You help his shaking legs move with just one hand, guiding his knee to come out to the side so one leg is out bent against the mattress, and the other lays straight.

He settles onto his smaller puddle of cum below him, which would make him cringe on any other occasion but at the moment, he’s far too tired.

You brush his sweaty curls away from is face and rest your palm lightly on his cheek. Your thumb swipes over some wetness on it, probably a tear.

“You ok, honey?”

His world is once again moving in slow motion though, so he just slowly blinks his wet eye lashes.

“...mhmm, ‘m fine.” He speaks tiredly. you lift your head to kiss the wet streaks on his face, and then his lips.

“You did so good hun, that was fun.” you smile at him.

“That was hot.” he corrects.

You giggle. “You sure you’re ok though? I though I was pretty rough.”

His ringed fingers come up to rub at his eye while his head shifts to a more comfortable position, still facing you. “That’s the best part,” he smiles boyishly, “I prefer you merciless, y/n. One hundred percent.”

You shyly roll your eyes, secretly appreciating that he prefers you rough with him. “Gosh, you dork.”

He laughs through his nose, finding you so cute when you get flustered. His hand lifts to brush his fingers over your face, then slide to the back of your neck, pulling you to his face, about to kiss you.

“But you love me.”

“Sure do.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.●∘◦❀◦∘●.* :☆ﾟ. ───

“flattery works with me.” yes it does, you praise kink having son of a bitch.

Twt link 🙈 how I imagined his arch

anyways y’all, this was 9.8k words 🧍🏽‍♀️ im too horny for a man that doesn’t exist. let me know what details you liked best, and i LOVE when yall reblog with your thoughts so feel free to do so :)

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kumezyzo · 7 months

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would you ever write some smut with bf!sapnap but it’s like pureee dirty talk from him that would be so hot

i will... and this is it right here... its just headcannons with very detailed descriptions....

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap is the type of person to just lay in bed with you, knowing you're both horny and just talk about what you want to do to each other. it comes so naturally to you two at this point that it's like talking about what you want for dinner.

"can i fuck you?" he asked you, completely throwing you off guard. you were just laying with your head on his chest. you hadn't been on your phone either, just listening to whatever he was looking at on his own phone.

"right now?" you asked, lifting your head off his chest and looking up at him. he nodded, bringing his hand up your thigh and to your ass, lightly kneading your skin. "what brought this on?"

"was thinking about how nice your ass looks right now," he said simply, giving your ass a nice slap. "and then i was thinking about how good it looks when I'm fucking you from behind."

"you're such a perv," you said. but your actions contradicting your words. you brought your thigh up over his middle. "you always thinking about fucking me?"

"mhm," he humed as he leaned in to place a peck on your lips. "always thinking about that fat ass and pretty pussy."

"oh, do you?" you asked with a smirk, pecking his lips again. "you think about how wet you get me?"

"yeah, and how you let me fuck you so silly," he pecked your lips. "how your pussy tastes so sweet."

"aww, you think about eating me out?" you asked. he nodded, rubbing his nose against yours. "you get hard just thinking about fucking me?"

"mhm," he hummed, grabbing a handful of your ass. "always peaches."

bf!sapnap texts you that he's horny when you're not in the same house. he actually has to call you eventually because texting is too much.

"you need me?" you asked him strangely.

"yeah, i need you," he said through the phone. "i was watching some of our videos..."

"oh," you said, trailing off. your memories from those videos were limited. but the gist was always the same. "and what's so special about them? they get you all turned on?"

he sighs desperately on the other end, "yeah, they do babe. your pussy looks so wet in them."

"hmm," you take a deep breath at the idea of seeing yourself like that. desperate. "you want me to come see you? maybe make some more of those?"

bf!sapnap who will be fucking you and whispering in your ear how he thinks its amazing how good you feel. how good you make him feel.

"fuck, youre gonna make me cum," he whispered into your ear, the warm ear sending shivers down your spine. "it's just too good, peach."

bf!sapnap who isnt afraid to get vocal when it comes to fucking you.

sorry its so short. im a bit busy and deadass forgot i had this half written. -nony

#sapnap #anon #sapnap x reader #asks #sapnap x you #dteam #sapnap x y/n #sapnap fluff #sapnap x streamer reader #bf!sapnap #bf!sapnap smut

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tinyidle · 2 years

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Why do I have this nagging thought that Seonghwa would be into CNC?

I feel he would love the feeling of just taking someone and using them for his pleasure.

You would wear a ring or a necklace to indicate when a scene can occur.

How do you think he would it?

now we're getting somewhere !

i remember saying that i dont mind dabbling into cnc (especially since a lot of writers dont know how or dont want to do it), and now i finally get my chance to write about it

i wrote a mini fic for this but it got deleted because of me closing too many tabs so maybe later ill put this in a something im working on

anywho- (nsfw; warning: rough s*x, consenual non-consensual, implications of heavy trust) [make sure that with anything bdsm or harsh kink-related that you guys know boundaries !!]

he would be so caring when you agreed to his dirty little depravity of a kink. the thought of him using you however he wanted made you want him to take you all the time, soon causing you to wear the necklace he gave you nearly every day. it's only when you looked the most relaxed when he went in front of you and pushed your face to his growing buldge when you realized what he meant by "being his cockslut".

fucking your face until you can barely breathe through your nose, slapping every inch of skin til you had hand streaks all over, fingering you until you pushed his hand away twice.

and when he pushes his fat, hardened length into your abused cunt, you'd scream a voiceless scream; pleasurable pain coursing through your thighs and core. and no way would he stop until he's cum at least twice. that means you cum about five times over and over.

he knows you could've taken off your necklace to indicate that you wanted to simply rest, to breathe out the safe word when it got too much, to dodge his actions before they even started. yet you stayed and took all he had to offer you because you matched his sex drive at the moment.

at the end he'd treat you so well and massage your shaky legs, mouth sucking on your boobs the way you liked, and giving you constant praises of how good you are to him.

omg

#ateez smut #seonghwa smut #im going insane #🥴

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mommypieck · 2 years

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⌗︙・nsfw alphabet - eren ⸜⸜・

some letters are missing because i was either lazy or i already included them with different letters

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he loves your ass. he just loves the plush of it. he doesn't care if it's big or small, he loves holding it in public and smacking it in private.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

erens cum is thick. he loves to cum on your chest and belly and then take pictures of it. he also always make sure that u swallow his cum when he feels like cumming in your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he is super ashamed of it but he would love to see u acting like a virgin. he just wants to currupt u over and over. he just wants to see u glance at his cock and let out a gasp of surprise. or act curious when he cums on your belly.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

he is pretty experienced and knows what he's doing. sometimes he gets so pussy drunk that he loses control. there were few times where u had to say your safe word, but he would never hurt u.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

doggy all the way. like i said, he just loves your ass. eren will fuck u missionary when he feels like being extra rough and intimate tho.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

he is serious most of the times, but smiles whenever your pussy makes louder sounds. always teases u about it, "yeah baby, did daddy make your pussy like this?"

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he doesn't really care. he usually trims his hair but sometimes he forgets and that's okay. his pubes are darker than his hair.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

his main kink is dom/sub. he loves to watch u get fucked under him. he loves when u let out that tiny whine whenever his big cock enters u and your crying eyes whenever he pulls out after he pumps u full of his cum. he has huge breeding kink. he doesn't really like the idea of having kids but he just loves when it leeks out of u. also likes to be called daddy/sir/master.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

eren loves to fuck anywhere to be honest. his favorite position would be u bend over any piece of furniture while he fucks u from behind. he loves to watch u scratch the surface and lap for breath.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

eren is 100% ass man so short skirts are his thing. he loves when u watch tight clothes that hug your body just right and show of your curves. i also feel like he loves when u give him innocent looks. the idea that u don't know that he's going to ruin u turns him on.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

honestly he loves receiving more. he just wants to feel you choking on his cock. the veins on his cock get so sensitive when u lick them. he also loves when u wait for his cock to shoot in your mouth.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

his thrusts are deep and rough. he doesn't really like going too fast because is main goal is to make u cry. he hits your cervix with every thrust and u can see it moving in your belly. he makes sure to be as deep as possible when he cums

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he doesn't experiments with new unknown kinks but he loves to fuck u in risky places. he loves to see the look on your face as u look around to see if no one's watching. it makes him cum so fast.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

he can go two rounds. he gets overly sensitive after the second round and doesn't cum too much. he can last good 20 minutes, but it depends... im sure when he's needy he cums after 2 minutes.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

why would u want toys when he has his big cock? he gets jealous of toys so u just owns some bondage toys. he doesn't like the idea of vibrator making u cum instead of his cock. doesn't use any toys on himself. he usually just jerks off to your pics.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i feel like he likes to be straight to the point. he doesn't like teasing too much because he knows he wouldn't like that if u did that to him. but he makes u hold it until he feels like cumming as he whispers "almost there baby." into your ear.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he is not the loudest but also hot the most quiet one. whenever u give him head, he lets his head fall back and moan loudly because of your skilled tongue. he growls everytime he sinks into your warm cunt and groans in between thrusts. he can't hold back when he cums, always moaning and groaning loudly.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he makes u caress his cock whenever u get jealous. he takes your hand and puts it over his bulge saying "this is all yours baby. did u forget?" even tho he likes to get others know that he owns u, he loves to u to know that u own him too.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

eren's good 8 inches. he's more of a shower than a grower. his cock doesn't have any significant arch to it. he's just big and fat with veins running along with shaft. his huge cock head is dark pink color when aroused. it hurts every time u fuck even after long foreplay :(( his balls are average size and they are lighter than his cock.

#snk eren #eren yaegar #shingeki no kyoujin eren #eren jeager #eren x y/n #attack on titan eren #eren x reader #eren jeager smut #eren jaeger #eren jeager x y/n #eren jeager headcanons #aot smut #aot x reader #attack on titan #snk #aot headcanons #attack on titan smut #eren headcanons

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darkfictionjude · 19 hours

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I dont mean to trauma dump or whatever but like lore? and gotta keep the peeps entertained while waiting for you to update.

Hes my ex stepdad btw, just my sisters father so yh. Wanting to clear that up because my mom would never stay with someone who does that.

So basically i was telling him to his face what a shit dad he was to my little sister, his smug face pissed me off (hes also a narcissist but i managed to piss him off anyway) i threw a cola at him and dirtied his 200 dollar shirt, big deal, Bitch cried about it like literally "MY SHIRT". Bro came at me like a fucking gorilla and started strangling me.

Mind you hes short, but fat as fuck, so who the fuck has the power to push that leprocy ass dickfuck man off of me, my mom barely succeeded then threw him out the house.

I wanted to call my dad and tell him what happened but that would complicate things bc he would actually kill him, and i dont want him going to jail so yh.

But ugh imagine putting ur hands on a teenage girl as a grown manchild, really showing ur authority there bruv.

Peace ✌️

If yall need more short interesting stories lemme know, im full of em.

Heart ya Jude 💜

The word interesting is great because it can be neutral this story is so horrible but it does take away boredom so tasked passed successfully 😭👌🏼

#the nonnies

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sunlightandsuffering · 1 year

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something about BTL eren turning everything mikasa does into an innuendo around the holidays is so 😭 maybe bc she’s super busy decorating and shopping he feels she isnt spending enough time with him so is missing his mikasa fix

UGH IM SO UPSET ABOUT BTL RN BC I WANTED IT DONE TONIGHT BUT IM A PERFECTIONIST SO LIKE I DON'T THINK IT'S GONNA HAPPEN AND IM SO UPSET!!! But no literally ur on point anon, I'm giving u guys the whole scene rn bc I want y'all to see it even if u don't get the full chapter :( Im so sad I can't publish tonight before I go out, here this is the consolation prize bc ur so on point he's just sulking bc he wants her attention!!

Mikasa does not look impressed with his decision, but she doesn’t argue either which Eren takes as a sign that she’d also been fed up with arguing over it. She goes back to decorating their rather sad excuse for a tree, the one she’d absolutely insisted upon.

So far, Eren has covered about half of the large bald spot on the tree with tinsel, but he’s running low and there’s still the other side to do, not to mention half the tree is already covered with the stuff and Mikasa makes a face as she notices. “Eren that’s too much tinsel.” “Mikasa,” he says disbelievingly, this is all her fault, “I have to cover up the bald spots up somehow, just because you chose an ugly tree…”

Mikasa throws an ornament at him, “You’re such a grinch.”

The ornament bounces off of him ineffectually, falling to the floor with a jingle and he gives her a wicked grin, looking back at her salaciously, “You’re right Mika, I am, I’ve got something that can grow three sizes after all.” He leans down to grab another ornament from the box next to her, revelling in the look of shock on her face as her pretty head struggles to reconcile the words that have just come out of his mouth, and then the sweet little blush as she processes the quip. Mikasa is struck still as he leans in close, his lips just a hairsbreadth from her own, “And it’s not my heart, that’s for sure.”

She doesn’t move for a solid minute and Eren counts this as a win for himself.

She sputters as she finally regains herself, “You’re terrible Eren.”

“I’ve got the stamina of Santa Mikasa, I can go all night long.” Mikasa smacks him for that one before stomping off to the kitchen to check on her cookies and he grins, calling after her, “I’ve got more, you just wait Ackerman.”

“I don’t want to hear them,” she calls back and he watches her happily as she leans down to check the oven for her cookies. He loves to bother her, she’s so easy to rile up.

He can’t help himself when she doesn’t come back right away, instead he can see from the living room that she’s messing around with her phone at the counter where it’s plugged into the wall. “Mikasa, no phones, it’s Christmas, this is supposed to be about quality time together,” he teases her. She gives him a dirty look from her perch at the counter, “You just want to sexually harass me, be honest.”

He can’t help his self-satisfied smile as he goes for another quip, “If you come sit in my lap Miki I’ve got a special gift just for you.” “EREN!” Mikasa says, affronted and her cheeks are completely flushed now, rosy red, almost the same colour as the cute little Santa hat she’s wearing.

He holds his hands up in a truce, following her into the kitchen just as her timer goes off for her cookies. She gives him a withering look as he hops up onto the counter next to her before she jumps down to go check her cookies.

He pouts as her attention is turned to the oven, “You’re making too many cookies, I’m going to get fat Miks.”

She takes the batch of Christmas sugar cookies from the oven, shaped like snowflakes and candy canes, placing them on the counter cool.

She drops her pink oven mitts, coming to stand between his legs and Eren can’t help how his mouth quirks up, he likes her close, can’t help thinking she belongs there. Mikasa lifts his shirt up just enough to expose chiselled abs and she gives him a dry look, her hands slipping over the muscles of his stomach, “I’m not too worried about it.”

He shivers at the feeling as her sparkly white Christmas nails scratch over his happy trail to his jeans where they linger for just a second and their eyes catch, the room thick with sexual tension. It’s been a while since they’ve done anything, on hold for the Christmas season or because neither of them know how to navigate this, he’s not sure, but as Mikasa’s thumb toys with the button of his jeans he knows for sure he wants it to continue, wants to teach her everything there is to know about sex. Her lips part and she leans in, her hand slipping just a little lower to where he’s very obviously straining against his jeans, the thick length of him ready and waiting for her delicate touch.

He leans down, just a touch of his lips against her own, whisper soft, an almost kiss and Mikasa leans up to match him, and already he can taste the sugar from her cookies on her lips, absolutely delicious. But of course, Eren can’t help ruining it, how could he possibly pass up this prime opportunity as Mikasa feels him over his jeans, rubbing at the aching line of his cock. “That’s not a candy cane in my pocket Mikasa, I’m just glad to see you.”

“EREN!”

#btl💕

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crispycostumes · 2 years

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and the third instalment in all our favourite show: i think too deeply about richard campbell gansey the third and his mint leaves. this will follow the same route as the others, and as such, it is a list (and pseudo-analysis) of every time mint is mentioned in conjunction with gansey in bllb (post 1 and post 2)

the first time is after noah has his freakout in the office of blue’s guidance counsellor and she goes to monmouth

“Blue arrived at Monmouth Manufacturing before anyone else. She knocked to be sure, and then let herself in. Immediately, she was enveloped with the comfortable scent of the room: the faded library-smell of old books, the cool odor of mint, the must-and-rust scent of century-old brick and ancient pipes, the note of funk from the heap of dirty laundry against the wall.”

(gansey’s home smells of mint, this still makes me sad)

the second time is after he and malory arrive at monmouth and they start talking about Iolo Goch and who he was to glendower

“He paused to locate a tiny microwave. He examined the interior of a mug before filling it. Pulling a mint leaf from his pocket to suck on, he spoke around it as the water heated. “Really, if Glendower were Robin Hood, Iolo Goch would have been … that other guy.””

(i think there is so many interpretations that could be made about this scene, it’s so interesting to see him do what we can establish is a nervous habit and coping mechanism for when he feels very anxious while talking about one of his favourite things) (something something actually finding glendower was his worst nightmare)

the third time is just a few paragraph after that when he finishes with the tea

“He turned, mug in hand, and suddenly they were an inch apart. She could smell the mint in his mouth. She saw his throat move as he swallowed.”

(once again, many interpretations. We know he chews absently when he’s immersed in something while anxious so it would make sense to assume that he chews quickly when he’s feeling very anxious about something. making a cup of tea in the microwave doesn’t take long. thoughts thoughts)

the fourth time is after noah has another freakout and blue pulls the plug on him

“Noah sat in the middle of the floor, papers all around him, a mint plant spilling dirt by his hand. He was all hunched over and shadowless, his form slight and streaky, barely visible at all. He was crying again.”

(notable about this is that it says A mint plant. not THE mint plant or GANSEY’S mint plant singular like it did in previous books. from this i think it’s safe to establish that there’s more than one mint plant in this room) (no im not ready to talk about noah yet okay)

the fifth time is after blue has her argument with orla about loving the raven boys

““You know what I think, Orla? I think you’re a big, fat bully —” Blue barreled right into Gansey, who had stepped inside the front hall. For a moment she smelled mint, felt the solidness of his chest, and then she wheeled back.”

(not very notable on its own, i know, but it adds to the immediate association these characters have between gansey and mint)

The sixth through ninth time is the car ride when he and blue talk about just wanting to pretend they could be together and kiss

““Blue,” he warned, but his voice was chaotic. This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey.”

(gansey, just gansey, is so very closely tied with mint to the people who love him and who he loves in return)

““And then we never speak of it again,” Gansey said, mocking himself softly, and Blue was so glad of it, because she had played the words from that night over and over in her mind and wanted to know he had, too. Gently he tucked her hair behind her ears — this was a fool’s errand, because it had never been behind her ears to begin with and wouldn’t stay. But he did it again and again, and then he took out two mint leaves and put one in his mouth and one in hers.”

(oooh the things i could say about this miniscule part of this scene alone but let's keep it short, they’re doing something they promised both each other and themselves not to, they’re meeting in secret in the middle of the night, everything about this is something that would lead to gansey feeling an enormous amount of anxiety even if he feels happy to get to be with blue,, and then he’d probably feel guilty about the happiness and it would lead him to spiral into more mint) (and let’s not talk about how it was probably him trying to in some misguided way make her feel better about meeting in secret through doing and sharing something that he uses to cope when he feels bad and can’t talk about it)

“She rolled the mint leaf over and over her tongue. She felt shivery with cold or fatigue.”

“Now he exhaled, but he didn’t disagree. The clock in the Camaro didn’t work, but it had to be dangerously close to morning. They switched places; Blue curled again in his coat, feet up on the seat. As she tugged the collar up to cover her mouth and nose, she let herself imagine that this place was rightfully hers. That somehow Adam and Ronan already knew and were already okay with it. That her lips carried no threat. That Gansey was not going to die, that he wasn’t going to leave for Yale or Princeton, that all that mattered was that he had given her his coat with its wheatgrass and mint on the collar.”

(wheatgrass and mint, the smell that, to blue, IS gansey)

the tenth time is after they bring gwenllian back to fox way and leave her to live there.

“Gansey put a mint leaf in his mouth; it was impossible to not think of the night before, when he’d put one in hers. “She stays here, for now. That wasn’t me, that was Persephone. I offered to fix the first floor of Monmouth. That might still end up being what happens.””

(yes i know this has more romance than anxiety but bear with me. he’s still in an anxious and uncomfortable situation he doesn’t feel in control over. he’s worried and scared. also the car ride and his feelings for blue (even though she makes him quiet) would probably lead to him feeling guilty and etc since he’s keeping things from his friends and lying to them)

the eleventh and last time in bllb is when he and blue are hugging after she starts to cry when calla and the others leave to go get maura from the cave

“He pulled back, wincing through pins and needles, and gave her a mint leaf before sitting back against the bed frame beside her.”

(“he could not tell who was comforting who” so what does he do when blue is feeling anxious and afraid and he’s not good with words or comfort? he does the only thing he knows how, the only thing that he knows would help comfort him in times like these, he doesn’t leave her and he gives her a mint leaf)

#i want to give him a hug #my anxiety can sometimes feel like a restless buzzing in my chest and/or in my limbs #i wonder if it’s the same for him #i wonder if that’s a part of why he does it #consuming a repellant for something he knows isn’t there but irrationally fears the same #getting the mint inside his chest to soothe some irrational compulsive thought #oh my god why do i do this to myself #anyways yeah gansey’s intrinsic smell to people who love him being mint still makes me want to scream #the mint saga #i want my one singular follower to know that i am doing this for them #yes i will shut up now #trc #the raven cycle #bllb #richard campbell gansey iii #gansey

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sparklingchim · 2 years

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long way home 08 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friend to lovers, angst

warnings: jk helping oc to get changed, jk having some dirty thoughts🙄, he's kinda obsessed w her boobs

summary: the one where you're drunk and ask jungkook a question and he unknowingly crushes all your hopes with his answer.

a/n: the last update in 2021!!! 💫💫🌸💗

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

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3 months ago

When Jungkook got texts from you at 4 am saying "hello" - "i hope ur still awake bcause" - "i called a cab and" - "here's the thing" - "i forgot my address" - "so i told him urs" - "sorry" - "u better be awake" "im tired and i wan cuddles" he knew that he was in for a long night.

It had been a long night already. His two month old baby refused to have a decent sleep this night. By now, Jungkook has figured out Nabi's weaknesses though - she loves hearing him softly sing a lullaby for her. And despite her falling asleep within seconds after he begins to softly hum a tune, she wakes up minutes later, crying and screaming. That cycle went on for hours and hours tonight.

Right now she's fast asleep again, Jungkook already counting the minutes till she will wake up again.

Although it's the middle of the night and Jungkook barely got any rest - he doesn't feel tired. His baby girl wailing in his arms for countless of times this night hasn't allowed drowsiness to swamp his body. His sleeping schedule is messed up anyways.

That's why Jungkook is slouching on his couch in the middle of the night, watching some movie on Netflix that he randomly selected from the action category.

He texts you that he is, indeed, awake and that you're welcome to spent the night at his.

Jungkook is actually glad that you're coming over. He's seen you a lot these past weeks because you try to help him with Nabi as often as possible, but he could never get enough of you being with him. Your presence is making him happier, a fact that would always stay the same.

Jungkook takes a sip from his beer that he just fished out from the fridge. He closes his eyes for a second. Maybe he's not tired but he feels the exhaustion lingering in his limbs.

He loves Nabi - he really does - but on nights like these he gets reminded of how hard it is to have a new born and to come accustomed to drastically changing your whole life and routine to have your baby's needs in the center. Especially if you didn't know that a new born would be thrown into your life without having any preparation for...anything.

It still gives Jungkook big fat headache whenever he thinks about his ex.

,,Sora," he mutters, spitefully - perhaps even in a disgusted manner.

But no, he wouldn't let his mind drift off to that cruel woman. Not tonight, at least.

"Jungkooook," you sing-song with a giggle following right after, softly knocking on his door.

Your voice instantly causes a smile to fall on Jungkook's mouth. Leaving his beer on the table he gets up and opens the door for you.

"Hiii, Kookie," you beam, almost collapsing into him with how much power you let yourself fall against his body. Your arms are around his back and your cheek is pressed against his chest. He wasn't even properly able to see your face before you snuggled against him.

Jungkook closes the door behind you before he rests his palms on the curve of your hip.

"Hey," he greets back, looking down at your face squished against his body. "You're not falling asleep right?"

"Noo, just, " - you rub your cheek against his muscular front, taking a deep breath through your nose - "missed you," you finish.

"We had a movie night yesterday, baby," Jungkook reminds you. His hands wander up your cold and bare arms. "Didn't you wear a jacket? Y/n, it's freezing outside." He scowls, rubbing your arms to warm you up.

"I..." you raise your head, staring at his chest with furrowed brows and deep in thoughts. "I had one on," you say. "Must have forgotten it somewhere."

Jungkook is already enough concerned about you catching a cold every time you wear these flimsy low-cut dresses to a nights out. Like, he can look right into your cleavage and god, your tits look amazing and he'd like to squeeze his head in between them for the rest of his life, but the temperature outside are fucking low and now you tell him that you forgot your jacket somewhere? Maybe you should catch a cold to learn your lesson. When he thinks about it, it actually sounds nice because then you could stay at his place and he could take care of you.

Jungkook blinks a few times. You're barely a minute here and already got him confused in the head - from being concerned to thinking about his face between your gorgeous tits to taking care of you when you're sick.

He sighs, shaking off all his thoughts. "Let's get you warmed up again."

Jungkook guides you to his bedroom by your hips. He sits you down on the edge of his bed, opening his closet to get a pullover from his and some sweatpants that you've left here a while ago.

Returning to you, he sets the clothes next to you on the bed. Jungkook kneels down, fiddling with the strap of your black heels before getting them off for you. He remembers you saying that these are the most comfortable high heels you've ever worn. He doesn't quite remember why he remembers such trivial things. With the knowledge he has about your heels he doesn't need to ask if you're feet are fine or if they hurt but he decides to ask anyway, just because he wants to make sure.

"Do your feet-" He gets cut off, well, not really cut off more like distracted by the fleeting view of the underside of your boobs before they vanish beneath the pullover that you pulled over your head. You had pulled your dress down to your tummy, fixing the pullover that now covered your upper half.

"Hm?" you ask, looking at him with those big gullible eyes because he didn't finish his sentence.

Jungkook gulps, mumbling a "nothing" under his breath.

You lift your hips, getting the dress off completely.

Jungkook doesn't mean to stare, he really doesn't, but - oh, are those new? He doesn't remember ever seeing you in some baby blue lace panties. They're cute though, look fancy and just absolutely radiate push them to the side and fuck you in nothing but these pretty panties on energy.

And then shove his face between your boobs and his night would be saved.

His thoughts are moving around dangerous territory right now and, what a surprise, he feels something moving and aching between his legs as well. He blames his 2 month long dry spell for this.

Nevertheless, Jungkook pushes those thoughts away and helps you get into the sweatpants.

"Where's my little baby?" you inquire, hands around Jungkook's biceps to help yourself up from the bed.

"Sleeping. And if you wake her up I'll never forgive you."

"Hmm, though night?" Your arms naturally loop around his neck.

Jungkook nods, your presence giving him much needed comfort. He draws you closer by pulling you by your waist.

"Let's sleep?" you suggest. "Want cuddles," you pout.

"I can tuck you into bed. I'm not tired yet."

"Watchu doing?"

"Just gonna finish watching that movie."

"Okay, I'll come with you."

Jungkook doesn't even care about the movie.

He cares more about paying attention to how perfectly you're body fits into his. You're cuddling him from the side, leg thrown over his lap, arm across his front.

He has a lazy arm thrown over your shoulder, thumb grazing over your clothed body.

"Jungkook?" you say, handing him the glass of water that he gave you to sober up a little. He leans forward to place it on the table.

"Mhm?"

"I just had a thought."

"Congratulations."

You ignore him his teasing. "What if parallel universes were a thing?"

"Would be pretty dope, I guess."

"With like the same people and stuff," you continue.

Jungkook hums, acknowledging that you've said something but not commenting on it.

You gasp a little. "What if there's a parallel universe where we're not friends but enemies?" Your eyes widen in shock.

Jungkook smiles at your cuteness. "That'd suck." His hand slips underneath your pullover, thumb rubbing over your warm skin on your hip bone.

"Or one in which we don't even know each other." There's a scowl on your face like that thought alone makes you sick.

"Then I'll take the enemies one. Can't live my life without you." It's sounds corny but it's the truth.

"You know what I also thought about?" you ask almost hesitantly, fingers brushing over his chest.

"Hm?" His hand on your hip pulls you closer to him.

"A parallel universe in which we both would be dating."

"You think that'd be a good idea?" he asks.

"Well, better than not knowing each other." You frown. "What do you think?"

"Not a good idea."

Your frown deepens, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "Why?"

"There are too many reasons not to be with you."

You raise your head to look into his eyes. He can't decipher what's going though your mind right now. But you look a little startled, maybe he'd go that far to call it hurt. But that's...why would you feel hurt? Was he too harsh? It's not like - no, it's definitely not like you're hurt because you have feelings for him...right? That couldn't be.

But that look in your eyes stays for a little longer and Jungkook doesn't know what's the truth anymore.

When he thinks about it - why would you think about him and you being together? You're drunk, he tells himself. You don't know what you're saying. He shouldn't put a deep meaning into you drunkenly fantasising about things.

Aren't drunk words sober thoughts, tho?

But then, thankfully, his suspicion gets proved wrong when you look away with a roll of your eyes. "You're rude."

Jungkook heaves a little sigh of relief. "I'm just stating facts. We're better off as friends."

"That's true," you agree. "But you're still rude. And your facts are stupid."

"You're stupid."

"I hate you."

"I love you."

"Shut up."

"You started."

The banter continues till Jungkook feels your palm colliding with the back of his head.

"Hey...why are you still awake?" Jungkook wonders as he looks down at you.

After the movie Jungkook brought you to his bed. You're head rests atop his chest and for the past minutes you've been staring into the darkness, your head full of thoughts.

You shortly avert your eyes at him before continuing to stare up at the ceiling.

"You know, if you want to fall asleep you'd have to close your eyes," he tells you, fingers brushing trough your hair.

You don't have the energy to answer him. You just grumble something incoherently.

"Baby, what's the matter?" he inquires, his question only a whisper and you hate how much he cares.

Because you thought maybe, maybe after all this time he'd feel the same. Just a little bit.

He gave you an answer tonight. You didn't even notice where you were steering the conversation at. But then you had that thought in mind and you just went for it because...well, there was still hope in you left.

Now you know. And you realise you were foolish to have hope left.

When you're about to answer with a stupid excuse as to why you're not able to sleep, Nabi's cries resound through the apartment.

Without another word Jungkook pushes your thigh off his body and climbs out of the bed to get to Nabi.

As soon as you're left alone there are tears stinging your eyes.

You shut your eyes close, burying your face into the pillow and desperately try to fall asleep. To not feel the pain anymore.

When you wake up tomorrow every thing will be fine. You'll forget what he said to you.

But it's hard going to sleep when there's this annoying thought looping in your mind. It's unstoppable and insufferable.

When Jungkook comes back you pretend to be asleep. He doesn't notice. He simply gives you a peck on the forehead and pulls you into his arms. You hate how you're heart feels like when he does all of that.

So you lie there awake for the whole night, with you're heart aching and your hope only existing as broken pieces, and Jungkook's remark embedded in your head.

There are too many reasons not to be with you.

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bitchlessdino · 2 years

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Power Hungry (m)

Pairing: Ceo!Mingyu x Ceo!Gf (Honey)x Bby!Gf(Baby)

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.2k

tags: 3rd POV, threesome, Polyamory, voyeurism, cunnilingus, heavy wlw content, breast play, brief mention of hickeys, pussy slapping, spanking, unprotected sex, cream pies, dirty talking, mommy kink, squirting, degradation, choking

author note: after about a week of suffering, all i thought about is what kind of things i’d do with my imaginary gf because girls are so pretty and hot and what i’d do if i had one are endless. ngl, i forgot this was a mingyu fic like half way through just because im like GIRLS. I’ll be back on my chan agenda soon enough. He’s never left besties, he has me on a chokehold. my moots and carat friends keep it that way. also I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT FOR THE TOUR. i have yet to go until now and finally I HAVE PEOPLE TO GO WITH??? my antisocial ass is having an identity crisis.

Baby knew herself to be very charismatic and she’s used that knowledge to her advantage. How she loves attention and loves being spoiled. With every little thing she asks for, someone would deliver it on a silver platter. All she needs to be is pretty. What more reason is there to not give her what she wanted?

“Mmh, more, please…”

Mingyu pants heavily in her ear. His cock slides from underneath her effortlessly. His veiny hands firmly grasp her thighs, the pads of his fingers denting her soft flesh as he bounces her frame over his full length. He speeds faster with his hips, fucking her with more gumption, her walls pulsing around him. Her pretty voice, like music, echoed in the cavernous bedroom. God, did he love her voice.

“Shh, keep it down in here.”

Honey could barely hold it together in the guest room next door. She had no choice but to barge in with her voice on mute in an attempt to silence the two-thirds of the couple announcing their pleasure to the entire world.

“S-sorry, c-can’t help m-myself. Mingyu, s-so good.” Baby squeaks.

Mingyu side-grins in Honey’s direction, planting kisses along Baby’s neck as thanks. Her soft whines were dampened as she bites down on her lower lip, watching Honey frantically take one of those dreaded business calls. Honey simply rolls her eyes at the cocky man before returning her attention to the person on the other line.

“Yes, we can meet Friday. We’ll discuss what’s appropriate for the project.” Honey’s eyes linger on the glistening beauty that was Baby’s flooded cunt, mentally counting every time it swallows Mingyu whole, his fat cock nudging a small bulge from her stomach.

She could’ve shut the door and gone back to take her call in the other room, but the opportunity seemed to fleet away along with her focus. Honey’s eyes flutter towards Baby’s gaze, who is enveloped in the euphoria of her capacity being filled. Her nails spread her cunt wide achingly, offering Mingyu more room to pump inside her, the back of her head resting over his shoulder.

“We’re not settling for any less than what’s in our agreement—”

“Mmh, baby, your pussy is so tight and wet for me,” Mingyu whispers just loud enough for his other girlfriend to hear, but soft enough for the person on the other line to barely comprehend the voice in the background.

The arousal pools in Honey’s panties, a wet spot staining the thin silk fabric. She glared back at Mingyu who was losing himself in the moment. His own grunts drowned out his thoughts, not that there was much going on in there to begin with.

“Uh, is this a bad time?” The electronic voice pursues.

“No, continue.” She places a seat on the dresser, crosses a leg over another, and clenches her arousal. Taking a deep breath in and out, she tries to not lose her mind from the live-action porn in front of her.

Baby stares back at her longingly, missing her bossy girlfriend's gaze every waking second. Although Mingyu was doing his job, quite well might she add, Baby was greedy. She needed Honey’s attention as much as Mingyu’s and she was hell-bent on having it. Baby’s lips purse in her girlfriend’s direction, shaping her lips to her pristine girlfriend’s favorite word, over and over until she’d crack.

“M-mommy…mommy…mommy…”

Honey lets out a huff of frustration.

“You know what, Choi, I think there's something that really needs my attention right now. Be prepared for my call in the next 24 hours.” Honey readily hangs up the phone and sets it aside before approaching the distracting pair.

One red-bottomed foot over the other, she meets Baby’s eyes, places a singular manicured nail over her girlfriend's clit, and presses on it like a button before tugging against her premoistened surface. Baby whines, now unable to hold back her moans as Honey stares deeply back at her.

“Do you think Mommy’s okay with Baby being a loud little slut while she’s on call?”

“‘M, sorry, mommy,” Her eyes bat in anticipation.

Mingyu scoffs, coming to the whiney girlfriend’s defense. “Come on Hon, Baby girl can’t help herself. She’s just a little mess.”

“Maybe you’re right, Gyu. She’s just a messy little slut. Does his cock feel that good you can’t shut up for two seconds?” The tip of her fingers slap against Baby’s cunt, Mingyu feeling his girlfriend flinch on top of him.

Honey places her free hand on the back of Baby’s head, tugging at her scalp, emitting a whine from her pretty red lips. “Y-yes, but I wanted mommy’s attention t-too.”

“Fuck, honey, do you hear that?” Mingyu exclaims, stroking her hair that was pointing in all directions, “isn’t she just the prettiest little thing?”

A corner of Honey’s lips perks up, “The prettiest. Does Baby girl want Mommy to make her feel good too?”

The sweet girl nods, unable to form comprehensive language for the other one to hear.

“I’m gonna need to hear that out loud, Baby.” Honey strikes another slap to the girl's wet cunt.

“Yes! Yes mommy, please. I want you, please.”

Honey elicits a hungry moan, unbuttoning her blouse to display her expensively clad breasts. In her heels, she bends down in a squat, her pencil skirt riding up around her waist, spreading her girlfriend’s pussy nice and wide with her thumbs. Mingyu’s cock taking up most of the space wasn’t so much of an obstacle, but a way to kill two birds with one stone. She licks a flat stripe from the back of his length to Baby’s slit, her tongue prying to fit between them both.

“F-fuck,” Mingyu shudders, his grip tightening around Baby’s thighs.

Honey smiles, her tongue matches the pace of Mingyu’s thrusts, plunging inside her girlfriend’s pretty pussy, tasting their boyfriend’s work. Baby’s sap is as sweet as she is beautiful, Honey engorges on her cunt, savoring the vicious liquid on her tongue. Baby’s breath hitches, “Mmh, mommy…”

“You like that, Baby? You like me and mommy spoiling you?” Mingyu manages to breathe out.

She only whimpers as Honey and Mingyu simultaneously take their sweet time with her. The flick of Honey’s tongue tickles Baby’s clit and Mingyu’s shaft. Mingyu bites down on Baby’s neck, white teeth marks denting the inflamed hickey on her neck, feeling herself closer and closer to her climax. Honey manages to land another tight slap on Baby’s little clit, smiling manically when her girlfriend yelps.

Mingyu eyes his domineering girlfriend feasting on their third, “How does Baby’s pussy taste, Honey?”

“So sweet.” She moans. “You’re fucking her so nice and hard. Don’t stop.”

Honey's hands land against either side of her girlfriend's thighs, spanking it until glows red, and her tongue fully plants in between Mingyu’s cock and her walls, holding inside and curling the tip, and stimulating it enough for Baby to snap. Clenching her stomach for dear life, Baby begins to feel her release spraying all over the sheets and before she knew it in Honey’s mouth. Her abdomen shakes uncontrollably, a sprinkler of her sweet release all over her girlfriend’s tongue, chin, and down to her chest. Honey shuts her eyes and catches the drippage, smiling as hard as the devil would from a new soul to steal.

“Baby. You squirted all over mommy’s mouth.” Mingyu points out knowingly with a chuckle.

Honey wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, swallowing all of Baby’s arousal lingering in her mouth. Using the same hand, she presses it to Baby’s neck, stroking it gently before squeezing, watching Baby’s breath leave her body. “Mmh, baby. You know what happens when you squirt without letting us know beforehand.”

“I-I couldn’t help it, Mommy’s tongue, and Mingyu’s c-cock, felt so good together.”

Honey scoffs, but pressed a sweet kiss on her quivering lips, Mingyu considerately places Baby on the bed, her body sprawls on the sheets like a starfish. Standing up, Mingyu puts an arm over Honey’s shoulder and kisses her cheek, his nose tracing over her cheek. “How should we punish her, Hon?”

Honey grabs Mingyu’s waist, pulling him in for a kiss. He proudly prods inside with his tongue, Baby’s juice still fresh in her mouth, and he proceeds to kiss wherever Baby spilled. His tongue flat on Honey's skin, licking across her jaw, then neck, then collarbone, down to even her fingers. Honey moans his name, reminding him she likes coddling sometimes too.

Her hand cradles his full length, stroking it from tip to base, just how he likes, making him feel on top of the world. He grinds against her half-naked body, a leg of her hooked around his body, dragging it down his toned frame. They giggled harmoniously like they were in their own world, but there was no way they’d forget their precious baby girl.

“There’s only one to do that, Gyu: we don’t let her breathe.”

Honey takes Mingyu's hands to undo the clasps of her bra, then her skirt, and panties follow soon after, making sure Baby watches. She guided him back towards Baby, still helplessly exhausted in bed. She crawls over her, dragging her nails over Baby’s limp, lifeless body before capturing her lips. Tirelessly engaging, Baby follows Honey’s lead. Honey barricades her in between her legs, her hands falling on her breasts fondling them playfully, tugging her nipples.

“Do you like how much attention Mommy is giving you,” Honey exerts as her pussy starts to grind against Baby’s wet cunt lips, “Look how needy you are. It makes me want to play with you more.”

“Mmh, you’re so good to me, Mommy.” Baby whines like a sweet melody, vibrating under Honey’s touch.

The woman on top shakes her head knowingly, “You talk too much.”

Honey pulls her body up and fed her girlfriend her tits, who instinctively mouths over a nipple in a daze and simultaneously massages the other. With half-open eyes, Baby lustfully looks up at Honey, the girl's tongue dragging in loops. Mingyu, who was off on the sidelines in observation, stroked the ammunition, ready to set fire to either lovely pretty holes in front of him.

Dipping his knees in the bed, he slips his fingers around Baby, soaked to the brim in her own arousal, easy for a pair of fingers to make their entrance. He hooks them and in a beckoning gesture, he repeatedly hits a spot she has mentioned loving. Her moans were undeniably delicious, and her body moving achingly again Honey.

He then leans down, gathers a ball of salvia in his mouth, and spits it hard on the center of Honey’s cunt. The girl on top shudders, reacting to something she’ll never be used to, but maybe one day she could. As much as mean she is to both her partners, she likes it rough just as much as Baby does. She was the original baby after all.

Mingyu spanks Honey’s cheeks, stinging red, inducing a small yelp. His cock props to her slit, spreading his salvia, slow and sloppy. He squeezes it between their stomachs, thrusting between both girls like they were his own personal playthings, and then pushes inside Honey, causing her to lose her balance, “Mmpf, G-Gyu.”

“Cat got your tongue, Hon?”

His hips flick towards another pretty pussy to fill up. Matching his speed with his fingers that took home in Baby. His eyes flutter shut, drowning in the girls’ fits of passion. Baby was still suffocating by Honey’s chest and squirming as Mingyu sends her over with his mere fingers. Meanwhile, Honey’s head knocks back and forth in the air, eyes rolling back into her skull, “Yes, Gyu…Fuck…”

He giggles, “God, you’re still so cute when you want to be.”

“F-fuck you…”

“What do you think is happening right now?” He teases.

“W-wait til…we’re back…I-in the of-f-fice…”

“We almost got caught last time there, remember?”

Honey starts panting, the racing in her chest gradually beating out the race of Mingyu's hips, she clutches the sheet, finding herself putting more weight on the girl beneath her than necessary. Baby tries catching her breath, caressing Honey’s sides with a smile, “I think mommy’s really close, sir.”

“Oh, is she?”

“Baby, y-you’re…not…supposed to…say…” Honey grunts.

Mingyu leaves you a stern scoff before taking his hands away from Baby and stabilizing himself to Honey. He thrust in full force, her walls squeezing around him like a tube of toothpaste would, her voice letting out staccato paced breathing. Mingyu pushes against her ass to see them in motion, pounding her until she begs for his relief. “Mmp, Gyu–shit, I’m–ah…please just cum in me already…”

“You can take him, right, mommy? It’s not too much?” Baby cups Honey’s face, looking at her girlfriend with adoring eyes, kissing her cheeks sweetly.

Honey whines. “Baby girl, please–”

“Yeah, Honey, can you? How is it taking my cock?” Mingyu taunts.

Honey shakes her head frantically, twitching uncontrollably until you climax on Baby, kissing her with much grit, until she feels the twitch falter. Mingyu cums soon after. “S-shit, shit!”

A stream of obscenities comes out of him loudly and coherently. He releases deep inside Honey, oozing out her and dripping down to Baby’s cunt. Not ending until he pulls it out and sprays ivory ribbons on his girls’ bodies, erupting fits of flirtatious laughter from them both.

“That’s a big load,” Honey points out knowingly, still panting.

For a moment there’s silence. It’s only bliss on their minds and nothing else. They could do this a million times and it’ll never get old. It was perfect to them. It was always perfect.

“Is it cuddle time now?” Baby asks hopefully.

Honey chuckles, embracing the sweet girl and peppering kisses all over her face, “Gyu, call someone for hot towels.”

“Way ahead of you, already in the bathroom.”

Mingyu goes to grab them and cleans up the crew, receiving smiles as thanks, and soon joins them under the sheets. Baby is comfortably sandwiched between the two. He drapes his arm over Baby, his hand softy stroking Honey’s hand. Honey tucks her arm under Baby’s neck, tickling Mingyus shoulder. The girl in the middle draws them in close, snuggling her head in Mingyu’s shoulder and kissing Honey’s hand. She then sighs in bliss. “Finally.”

Honey meets Mingyu’s eyes in an infatuated smile, to which he matches your expression. She mouths the words to him, “We’re so lucky.”

“I know.” he mouths back, letting the girl between them finally sleep peacefully with the ones she’s grown to love.

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