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goldengirlls · 2 years
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three woods and mini skirts
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warnings: smut, daddy kink, JEWELRY kink, the button up and backwards hat.
summary: golfing with rafe is your favorite activity.
a/n: i play golf and it might be the dirtiest sport. if its sucks I'm sorry but like let me know what y’all think!!
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You never found golfing fascinating until you started playing the game with Rafe and it became a weekly occurrence between the two of you. How he would always “correct” your stance and guide your body with his hands leaving a burning sensation on your hips. It was you sipping your drink and “accidently” spilling a little so it would run down your chin onto your chest. It was an ongoing game and neither one of you were sure of why you two played it, but it was fun.
You never found golfing fascinating until you started playing the game with Rafe and it became a weekly occurrence between the two of you. How he would always “correct” your stance and guide your body with his hands leaving a burning sensation on your hips. It was you sipping your drink and “accidently” spilling a little so it would run down your chin onto your chest. It was an ongoing game and neither one of you were sure of why you two played it, but it was fun.
You never found golfing fascinating until you started playing the game with Rafe and it became a weekly occurrence between the two of you. How he would always “correct” your stance and guide your body with his hands leaving a burning sensation on your hips. It was you sipping your drink and “accidently” spilling a little so it would run down your chin onto your chest. It was an ongoing game and neither one of you were sure of why you two played it, but it was fun.
Your Dior oversized glasses rested on your freckled face hiding your eyes that traced every move and stroke of Rafe’s. It was well into summer and here you sat with your boyfriend and his two best friends playing the world's most boring game and the only exciting thing about it was him.
“Did I mention how pretty you look today?” There he stood. Arms reaching above him, resting on the top of the golf cart, making his shirt slightly rise up enough so you could see his very distinct v line hidden behind his shorts.
“Don’t think you did today.” Pushing your glasses onto the top of your head, crossing one leg over the other and folding your arms over one another, his eyes lingered on your chest a little longer then anywhere else.
All he wanted to do was drop down to his knees and spread your legs and take you right here and right now. He knew you wanted that too, because after all he knew every part of your body outside and inside. However he wasn't going to give it to you until you asked him nicely.
“Well you look gorgeous today, baby.” He swiped his tongue against his bottom lip and leaned down to capture your lips in his for a kiss full of need and passion.
“Mmm thank you handsome.” The fake innocence dripping from every word spoken from your lips.
“I believe it’s your turn now.”
You pushed yourself out from the golf cart, grabbed your driver and made your way over the tee box ready to tee off. Your hands wrapped around the club, parting your legs shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent and barely leaning over- but just enough for him to see the white lace underneath your white skirt. You peered up ever so subtly and shot your flustered boyfriend a wink before driving the ball right down the green.
Hands clapping and a low whistle was heard as you spun on your heels and made your way over to the group of boys.
“And that’s how you handle balls boys.” You made your way to the cart, winking at them as you sat in the passenger side of the cart.
Chuckles erupted from Kelce and Topper and all but steam left Rafe’s ears. You were driving him crazy and he needed you now.
“We're gonna go find our ball’s, see y’all at the green.” Topper hollered in the distance as the two of you drove off before parking in a secluded area behind a couples of trees.
The feverish kiss far from innocent and close to sensual and loving. His hands wrapping around your right leg tugging it in his direction. You swung your leg over him and now you were in total control. Your hips grinding into the boy below you, hands lost in his hair that was once hidden below a white baseball cap.
Horny teenagers dry humping out in the open daring anyone with prying eyes.
“Fuck baby.” His hands planted on your hips making their way down under your skirt and slowly making their way to his very own pot of gold. A deep grunt gracing your ears “You’re soaking wet.”
“No shit.” Your swollen lips meeting his again and your hands messily fumbling with his shirt and sliding it up to be met with his warm chiseled chest.
The angels and harps played as it was sweet music to his ears. The sun dipping behind the horizon, a faint halo appearing around your hair. You were an angel. His angel. He never believed in much but what he did believe in was love and the love you shared.
“You’re going to have to excuse my behavior babe.” His hands roaming every crevice of your body. “Because I’m about to treat you like my personal whore.”
His hands firmly pull up your top and his eyes dilated beyond recognition. His tongue wet his lips and your tits on full display, nipples perky and your chest rising and falling rapidly as he connects his tongue with your hardened nipples.
“Rafe.” Your hands tugging on his hair, moaning loudly. The sounds he would never get tired of hearing.
His lips continue sucking on the soft skin that he loved. His other hand gave the other one the attention before switching. He had never seen such an unbelievable sight.
“Try again Angel.” His voice low and deep as he trailed his way back up to your neck and jaw leaving red marks in his trail.
“Daddy.” Your hips grinding roughly on his khaki pants, for sure leaving some sort of wet mark in its place.
“Fuck, lean back.” Rafe pushed your back against the steering wheel of the golf cart and flipped your skirt up tugging it into the waistband.
Beautiful. You were a mess for him. Never had he’d seen such a beautiful sight. His finger grazed the soft material of your lace underwear before dipping his finger into your soaked core.
“Jesus christ y/n.” He swore his eyes rolled so far back that he could see the inside of his head.
“It’s not my fault you look like a fucking god in your golf attire.” Breathlessly speaking, bucking your hips begging for more.
“Me? How about you?” His forefinger and middle finger rapidly working in your pussy and adding a third. The chill of his ringers sends shockwaves throughout your body. He took that as a sign to pick up his pace.
“You in your tiny excuse of a skirt. Begging me to fuck you. Your tiny golf shirt, which by the way you can see through, baby. Nipples and everything on full fucking display.” He grunted out.
“Go faster please.” Your hand wrapping around his shoulder, leaning your body back against the steering wheel. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for me Angel. Be the good girl I know you are.” His fingers working faster and deeper each time his fingers thrusted in you. Bliss taking over as you drenched his fingers with your orgasm and bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste you. “So fucking sweet.”
He brought you into a kiss. “Think you got another one?”
Raising your hips and latching your hands onto his shoulders, his ring adorned fingers messed with his belt buckle and grabbed his cock out of his shorts, pumping it a couple of times and placing his cock inside your white coated walls.
“Jesus. How are you always so fucking tight?” Your pussy clenching around his cock and bouncing up and down faster each time he bottomed out. His hands wrap around your hip and nipple. Your nipples hard and bouncing was all something out of a porno.
He roughly snapped his hips up meeting yours. Each snap rougher and deeper than last. The growl escaping his lips makes you impossibly wetter than you were before. Your eyes finding the back of your head and a fuck me daddy leaving your lips. You swore you could feel him in your stomach. You could hear him mocking you the last time you fucked. Can you feel me in your stomach? I know you can.
“Fuck, not gonna last long angel. You’re fucking dripping.” You moaned loudly and his index finger finding your clit quickly rubbing it. “I need you to cum for me. Be my good girl.”
You bit down on your lip and smashing them into Rafe’s and the pornographic moan let you let out as you came, shortly followed by him filling you up.
You leaned back against the steering wheel, hooded bambi eyes, and full of your boyfriends cum. Unable to form any thoughts. Your eyes finally meeting his and the smirk appearing on his face as he took in your appearance.
“All pretty and fucked out for me. I’ll never get tired of seeing that Angel.”
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rafesbabes · 2 years
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First Fuck (virgin!reader)
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Warnings: 18+, loss of virginity, virginity kink, pain kink, a lil “I can’t take more”, jewelry kink, dom!rafe, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, biting, strong language, unprotected sex and creampie (be safe y’all). Just a lot of warnings lol
This is my own writing, please don’t repost or claim as your own. Feel free to reblog! Photo not mine!
Do NOT interact with this post if you are under 18 or if your mental health will negatively be affected by anything here.
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He moves closer to you on the couch and you feel your thighs burning. You shy away from his body, pressing your thighs together, strong. You hear him lightly chuckle as you look over at him smiling back at you.
You straighten your body and switch your gaze to the movie playing. You keep shifting your eyes to the side to check if he’s watching. He is. Pull it together, you tell yourself.
Then, you drop your bag of m&ms onto the floor, clumsily. He bends down to grab them and on his way up, slightly grazing your leg, he runs the side of his hand up your leg. You shoot your eyes to him, trying to catch your breath.
He faces you now and in a low voice says, “I really want to fuck you.” Your fingernails dig into your thigh, you're speechless. You had been waiting to hear those words come out of his mouth and when he finally said them you felt completely tongue-tied.
He leans a little closer to you, placing a hand on your thigh. The cold sensation of his ring makes you shudder. Your eyes drop to the gold jewel wrapped around his middle finger, wrapped around your thigh, and you take a hard swallow of air. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.” He mutters, eyes traveling your body. "I think you want me to, yeah?"
He leans closer to your ear, "I know you want me to fuck your pretty little cunt." He pulls away, satisfied with your lust-filled expression.
God, you wanted him so bad. All those nights you spent thinking about him, touching yourself to the thought of his hands on you, his body pressed to you, his hips snapping into you. You couldn’t deny that you needed him bad.
“I’m a virgin,” you blurt out, nervously and way too loud. He momentarily stops his movements, freezing. The air feels so dense. Oh, just kill me now, you think to yourself, embarrassed.
“I-I mean I’ve done, stuff with guys but…” you trail off. “Say something,” you say, feigning a chuckle. “Are you turned off by that?” you say, worried now. His eyes are glowing in the low blue light when a devilish smile appears.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck that sweet virgin pussy so good,” he says smirking, his jaw muscle bouncing. You take that to mean he’s definitely not turned off by it. You shift in your seat, turning toward him a few degrees.
You catch a moan as it flies out of your mouth, covering your mouth instantly with your hand. Then he presses his mouth firmly to yours, gently biting and tugging your bottom lip. His kiss deepens and you feel yourself loosening up under his touch.
“I’m gonna show you exactly why this cock is the only one you’ll ever want,” he says cockily. His fingers walk up your thigh, slowly spreading them apart.
You close your eyes in preparation, and open your legs a few inches, gaining him access to your growing heat. “First, we need to make sure that pussy is dripping for me,” he says, dipping under your dress, but still over your panties.
He chuckles. “Fuck, you’ve soaked through your panties. You’ve been sitting here needing my touch and keeping that secret to yourself?” His eyes have darkened now. He sucks in air between his teeth, shaking his head like you’ve crossed a line. “Bad girl.”
“I-I-,” you start, “I need it.” You say, in awe at your bravery in this moment, but overwhelmed by the feeling of your pussy clenching with every touch he gives.
“Yeah?” he asks, rubbing small circles on your clothed clit. “Tell me what you want, bunny.” His voice is like silk slipping between your thighs. Bunny. You let the word sink in, feeling like you could relinquish all control. Like he could bring you to an ecstasy that you would never find again.
He tugs your hair, so that your head is titled back a few inches. “Good girls answer when they’re spoken to,” he says.
“I want your cock,” you moan out as his fingers slip past your panties. When he finally makes contact, you gasp and shut your eyes. He grabs your jaw harshly. “Look at me,” he commands sharply.
You do as you’re told, opening your wide, pleasure-filled eyes to his darkened, lust-filled eyes.
“I’m gonna make you shake with pleasure until you beg me to stop,” he says, plunging two fingers in. The ribbed feeling of his ring brushes your tight walls as he moves in and out.
“Oh, fuck Rafe that feels, s-so good,” you whisper, air deflating from your chest from the stimulation.
“I know bunny, you need it. You need my cock. Are you ready for me?” he says.
“Yes, right now,” you half demand, half beg.
He slides down his pants and boxers, leaning over to slide off your panties, leaving your dress on. He picks you up and positions you right above his hard cock. You feel the tip barely touch your entrance and you shudder. The smooth skin of his cock on your slippery wet entrance making you feel like you’ve been missing out on the most amazing feeling in the world.
“P-put it in,” you say.
“Sh-sh, I’m gonna take my time with this virgin pussy, bunny.” He’s holding you up with his muscular arms, moving you ever so slowly back and forth on his tip.
Fuck he was trying to make you crazy, and it was working. Half of you felt you were going to explode from his teasing, and half of you was savoring every second of this sweet torture.
“Please,” you say. He smirks at you.
“Since you asked nicely,” he says, amused, right before sliding the tip in.
You cry out a moan. “Fuck!” You screw your eyes shut at the delicious stretch of your walls.
“That’s just the tip, bunny,” he says, savoring how tight you are. “You’re gonna feel me in your stomach, and you're gonna take it like a good fucking whore, yeah?” he says into your neck as he bites down.
Every sense in your body is magnified as he slides the rest of his cock inside of you, pausing momentarily for you to adjust to his size.
“F-fuck, you’re so big,” you say, wincing from the slight pain.
He pinches a nipple through your dress and snaps his hips agonizingly slow, and you yelp. He lets out a pleasured growl. “I know it hurts bunny, just breathe.” He tugs on your hair, wrapping a hand around your throat. It was clear he was getting off from your taste of pleasure and pain, and you felt yourself crumble under his control. You nod, eyes wide and glassy.
“Bounce,” he demands. You begin lifting up and dropping down onto his cock, the sounds emanating from you already showing just how much of a mess you are. Showing just how his touch makes you feel like your body is on fire, heat coursing through your veins.
“Feel good, bunny?” he asks, confidently.
“S-so good,” you say. “Can you go faster?”
He releases the hand from your hair, wrapping both hands around your throat. He grunts in pleasure, keeping his eyes on yours as he snaps his hips up to meet yours. He drills into you, and a rippling scream escapes you.
“R-Rafe, I’m gonna,” you say.
“I feel it,” he says, satisfied. He goes harder, his balls slapping against your core as his cock buries deep inside of you.
“You gonna cum on my fucking cock, bunny?” he demands.
“I-I- harder,” you plead.
He slaps your clothed tit as he drives into you harder. “Fucking cum on my cock like a good slut,” he says, and you shatter to pieces as the most intense orgasm rips through you. Your body half collapses onto his, your clit suddenly feeling overstimulated as you forcefully roll your hips against him.
“Good girl,” he says, still fucking you through your high. You move your hips on his, faster this time.
“More,” you say, biting your lip.
“Such a little slut for me, aren’t you? Your little virgin pussy needs more cock, yeah?” he says, throwing you onto the couch.
"I knew you wanted this cock deep inside that cunt. Always looking at me like you needed me to bend you over." He pulls your legs and torso up so that you’re on your hands and knees and he shoves into you, landing a slap to your ass cheek. Your body jolts forward an inch with each hard thrust, and a red welt appears in the shape of his hand on your ass cheek. “You’re mine to fuck, bunny,” he breathes out as he fucks you harder.
“That’s so deep,” you cry, moans escaping your lips.
“You’re so fucking tight, shit. Taking my cock so fucking good,” Rafe says, gripping your hips, pulling your ass back onto him.
Your second high hits you out of nowhere and you start to collapse forward, but his arm snakes under your torso, holding you up.
You squeal. “I-I can’t take more,” you say pulling away from him a few inches. You needed to suck him deeper into you, to feel him fuck your brains out, but your body was overstimulated, shaking.
He chuckles but it comes out more like a growl. “Bunny, you can take it, you’re gonna take it,” he encourages, going even faster. “You wanted my cock bunny, don’t run now.” He was enjoying every gasp of breath you took as you struggled to take more.
“Then fuck me harder!” you scream out.
His thrusts get deeper until he’s found your spot again. He kicks your legs open wider so that your face is planted on the couch cushion. He pulls your head back, hooking a finger in your mouth as he drills you.
Your mouth peels back as he tugs on it hard and you can’t hold back the unintelligible sounds emanating from your throat. He fucks you so hard that your eyes roll back and he grits his teeth. “You wanted it harder slut? Is this hard enough?” He huffs out, striking your ass with his strong hand. Suddenly, you're being pushed onto your stomach as he spreads your ass cheeks and fucks you at a new, delicious angle.
"I'm gonna cum in this virgin pussy, yeah?" he half asks, half demands. "R-Rafe, yes," you say, mind completely overtaken with lust. He suddenly stills, moaning out in pleasure as you feel hot liquid ooze into your pussy. You clench around him as he spills into you and your body convulses in a third orgasm. He pumps in and out of you slowly, helping you ride out your high. “That’s it bunny, cum on my cock,” he says, his breathing uneven.
After, you pull on your panties and you can feel your blushed cheeks burning. He smirks at you as he pulls on his pants, still looking like he could devour you in one bite. “N-now what?” you say, unsure what was supposed to happen next.
“Now,” he says, stalking to you, leaning toward you, and running a hand up your thigh again. “You come to me when you need it, bunny. Only me.” ........
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thiccmonsterthighs · 1 year
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Can we talk about jewelry? I think we should. I'm thinking about your necklace swinging as you fuck me, my teeth catching on your lip and tongue piercings as we kiss. Tugging on your nipple piercings as your hips stutter against mine. Your rings as you lace your fingers with mine, holding on as you cum.
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666bedbugs · 5 months
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using this pose to once again show off my Hello Kitty ring that I made with krazy glue
OF | fansly | wishlist | my links | nsfw blog
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darlingpwease · 1 year
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all this talk about househusbands. you know which househusband would drive me the most insane? /pos aki. aki hayakawa. i want to use him so bad. treat him like a good fucktoy while denji and power are asleep in the room next door. have their snoring mask his breathy moans and whines when you get him to cum over the freshly-washed sheets; sheets he dried and ironed himself while you were away. make the two interrogate aki incessantly on why he's limping stupidly around the house. maybe even whisper your plans to put a new baby in him into his ear-- he's already such a good househusband, such a good mommy already. release any pent up stress he has from his daily tasks by fucking him absolutely stupid, till he's a sobbing and blubbering mess
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CONTENT WARNINGS: subtle unhealthy behaviour [?], established relationship, pet names, power exchange, domestic life (househusband kink), mild light pregnancy topic [talk]
hypersexuality, sex marathon, heavy petting, free use, quiet sex, penetration giving + cock implied, unprotected sex / breeding, mild mommy kink, rough treatment (biting, scratching), hyperstimulation (g.), cum inflation (g.), praise (g.)
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aki clings to the sheets, wheezing when you squeeze his hips; when you whispering to be quiet, — even if denji and power sleep like the dead, they can be surprisingly hearing when it's unnecessary, — he tries to follow your words, exhales through clenched teeth, throwing head back, exposing his ruddy bitten neck — but immediately shuts mouth with a loud gmoan when you push deeper, not letting him get out of a tight grip, whispering something about silence or tightness or about how hot he is, squeezing you so hard as if he doesn't want to let go, he doesn't understand anything anymore, ecstatically listening to how you breathe and how power and denji snore in another room, knowing that any sound can make them wake up and wonder what is happening,
and he's definitely not ready to explain why you fuck him like an animal, making him moan with delight into your palm when start pushing even rougher and harder, letting him try to cling to you and the sheets while his mind is swimming; whining from another orgasm only to find yourself pressed even more tightly to the bed while you reach your own, incoherently caressing him, whispering what a good boy he is and how close you are, stimulating him even more until bury his nose in the wet pillow, drowning out loud-painfully enthusiastic moans when he is not even able to cum anymore, burying your nose into his wet warm neck while you fill his hot pliable body.
when aki groans hoarsely while you grab his shoulders, helping him to take a more comfortable position, gently removing the clumped strands of hair, kissing his blissful face before turning him on side, putting your hand on his sticky wet thigh; and the way you gently take his hand, lovingly stroking, before you start fucking him again, ignoring what a mess he is already, drooling and hiding his head in a pillow from pleasant fatigue while you whisper all sorts of nonsense to him, drives him crazy.
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however, he is the only one who should invent an explanation or snap back the next morning, although you are, in fact, to blame for his disheveled appearance — but you clearly ignore and shrug shoulders, more than eloquently declaring yourself not only "innocent", but even not involved in his strange walking around the house. no, you don't know why aki moves so strangely, why they can find red and blue marks on his body here and there, and what his appearance and hoarse voice are connected with; you, in general, don't even guess, although you assume that he is just tired. he works hard enough, right up until late at night, experiencing so much stress, so he deserves a break, right?
maybe leaving that thought up in the air wasn't the best idea, but when you manage to get rid of power and denji for a while by putting them out the door with errands, you certainly take care of poor aki, letting down his hair, kissing his neck while he's busy cooking, stroking his thigh and agreeing when he complains that it should be your problem — but interrupted when you get your hand under the apron, gently stroking his soft belly, making him shudder and lean his hands on the kitchen nightstand, while slowly exposing him, whispering that you, of course, are ready to take responsibility and take care of him, and that you should hurry up if he don't want to show power and denji why he is so feels like this morning in every detail.
you are even caring enough to let him continue cooking while you fuck him, trying not to be too fast or rude while he takes care of the soup, kissing and praising him for how economic and responsible he is, coping so well with household chores and you, being always ready so that you can take advantage of him; but when you fleetingly purr about what a good mommy would come out of him, so caring and hardworking, always ready to serve his spouse and be bred until he gets pregnant with your baby, even if at any moment you may be caught off guard, he squeezes you so tightly, digging his fingers into the kitchen nightstand, unconsciously looking at his stomach, feeling your gentle stroking.
of course, what you said was not completely untrue, — he definitely works very hard and is nervous, getting too much stress, so you only take care of him, making him cum, whining when you tell him to relax, stopping thinking about too many and serious things besides what he has to cook and do the laundry while you breed him, definitely this time putting your baby in his stomach — unable to say no when he's such a slobbering mess, unable even to refuse you when you pull him from the stove to the table, stuffing him to the brim while he cums again, moaning in a voice broken from last night.
... in the end, you have to come up with an excuse when you see him trembling in your arms, knowing that aki will not wake up by the time power and denji return.
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sweetestdesire · 28 days
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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, I NEED THIS GODDAMN PICTURE TATTOOED TONTHE INSIDE OF MY EYELIDS SO IT’S FOREVER ENGRAVED INSIDE MY BRAIN.
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cuubism · 1 year
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some uhhhhh dreamling smut that got a litttttle more kinky than originally intended 😳
necessary background: this is from me and @magnusbae insane and stupid au wherein dream starts coming around the university and hob's students assume he's hob's sugar baby cuz like he doesn't work? he's always wearing really nice clothes? hob pays for everything? how did hob pull this hot goth anyway? and dream does absolutely nothing to disabuse them of this notion, if anything he cleverly and carefully encourages the idea because fuck it, he loves a good story. he is the king of stories after all. hob gets in on it later
secondary less important background is dream spending his free time around the university making art and sculptures and stuff because he is a CREATOR even in the waking world. and of course his sculptures are amazing.
ANYWAY
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“Professor Gadling, might I have a word?”
That voice never ceased to make Hob stutter where he stood, no matter how often he heard it, how often it whispered endearments and worse in his ear. If anything, he was more affected the longer things went on.
He turned, chalk still held in his hand from where he’d been writing on the board.
Dream lounged in the doorway, hip pressed against the doorframe, hands casually in his pockets. And he was wearing—
Holy God, Hob was going to die and then come back to life and then kill him.
Hob first noticed that he was not wearing a shirt, unless the strings of jewels – rubies? diamonds? – draped over his chest counted. They glimmered sharply even under the weak classroom lights. Dream was kept modest, barely, by a long silk blazer that narrowed his shoulders and cut low to the upper thigh.
Thank fuck he was wearing regular pants, at least, ankle-length black slacks, and— were those fucking loafers? The other day, a student had made a comment – rather inappropriate, Hob really should reprimand them, not that he would ever get around to it – about Hob being some kind of Victorian maiden bowled over by the sight of an exposed ankle, and Dream had apparently taken this as a personal bet, for he was not wearing socks, either.
And the smirk on his face was like fire.
“Um,” Hob said, managing with great effort not to collapse on the spot. He glanced at the clock. “You know what? There’s only ten minutes left of class anyway. Why don’t you all go home early; I’ll send out the lecture notes and we’ll pick this up next week.”
None of the students seemed upset to get out early, but they were tittering amongst themselves, looking between Hob and Dream. This was becoming a problem. In a mere one semester, Dream had turned Hob’s university reputation from good-natured modest professor to deranged sex fiend.
That was what Hob got for loving the Prince of Stories, for he could never resist a good one, even if it was at Hob’s peril.
When the students had gone, Hob took Dream’s hand and dragged him down the hall. “My office. Now.”
“Oh dear,” Dream mused as he was yanked down the hallway and into Hob’s office. That smirk still hadn’t left his face. “I am in trouble.”
As soon as they were inside and the door was very firmly locked, Hob pressed Dream up against it with a hand around the base of his throat. “Are you trying to kill me, love?”
Dream leaned into Hob’s hand. His eyes were burning. “I would bring you as close to death as I could and then pull you back.”
“You’re managing it.” Hob released him, pinning him by his waist instead – his bare waist, mother of Christ – and kissing his throat, his collarbone, his sternum over the draped jewels. Dream leaned his head back against the door, sighing like a wanting creature now satiated. “You should be classified as a public hazard.”
“I would like to be your hazard,” said Dream, as Hob mouthed his way down his stomach. The jewels swung and glimmered unnaturally bright against his skin, crimson and shining like fresh love marks. Hob knelt to nip above the waistband of his slacks, tangling a hand in the dangling chain and tugging so it pulled on the back of Dream’s neck.
Dream arched his back against the door, petting at Hob’s hair like Hob had done something particularly pleasing to his majesty.
“I suppose this is exactly what you planned?” Hob gasped, wrapping his hands around the backs of his thighs.
“Perhaps.”
“Menace.” Hob tugged at his slacks and managed to unbutton them with his teeth. “You ruin me. Never stop.”
“I was not planning on it.”
Hob lurched to his feet again, pulling him forward by the bejeweled chain. “Come.”
Dream did as Hob bade, but the way a tiger might perform on a leash – easily escaping with one swipe of its claws. He let Hob push him up onto his desk and crowd between his legs. Hob had to push one of Dream’s ridiculous sculptures out of the way to do it, and was careful not to let it fall.
“Let it smash,” Dream murmured into his mouth as Hob kissed and bit at his lips. “I will make another.”
“I’m not going to break one of your sculptures, Michelangelo.” Hob huffed. “That would be sacrilege.”
“I make them not for the finished product, but for the experience of using my hands.”
Hob slipped his hands under Dream’s blazer. The fabric was incredibly soft, but not as soft as his skin. “The experience of using your hands, hm?”
Dream’s lips curved up against his. “Mmhmm.”
He tugged Hob’s shirt from his waistband, pressing those strong, delicate hands to Hob’s back, holding him close.
“You know,” Hob murmured against his ear, mapping Dream’s stomach with his fingertips, smooth skin punctuated by jewels, “I believe I vastly underestimated the experience of loving such a dedicated, skillful artist.”
“Are you saying that you like my hands, Hob Gadling?” Dream asked, and used those hands to unzip his jeans, slipping one in to wrap around him, never once looking away from Hob’s face. The tips of his fingers were always a bit cold, but Hob liked the way they warmed against his skin.
He struggled to regain his breath. “In so many words.”
Dream looked so superior. “Good.”
“I’ll show you good, you nightmare,” Hob muttered, and tangled a hand in his hair, tipping his head back. Dream still just looked down at him from under his lashes, muscles straining.
“You shall?”
“I’d take you home and lay you out and show you if I thought we would get that far.”
“Worry not, this—” Dream wrapped the glimmering chains around his hand until they cut into the skin in white lines— “can always make a reappearance.”
“It had better.”
Hob finally got his own hand around Dream, wrapping his other arm around his back to hold him close, and Dream twined his legs around Hob’s back. This pressed them close enough that they were essentially just grinding against each other, barely managing anything more precise. Hob ravaged his mouth, giving in to the sheer power of Dream in these clothes, and Dream only urged him on, biting at his lip.
Heat raged through Hob’s body. He found the strings of jewels again and twisted them around his fist, pulling so they went taught around Dream’s neck like a choker.
Dream’s breath stuttered and tripped over itself and then they both came, one on top of the other. Dream’s legs tightened around Hob’s back. He panted into Hob’s mouth.
When they’d caught their breath, Hob held his face between his hands and kissed him, light kisses on his forehead, cheek, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips, the tenderness deserving of such an exquisite creature, and Dream smiled.
He collapsed back onto Hob’s desk, arms draped languidly above his head, jacket falling open on his naked chest. His mouth was ruined, and there were hickeys already starting to settle on his neck and stomach, but he didn’t seem to mind. He closed his eyes, humming. They had just come, and Hob still wanted him with a violence. If anything, it was worse.
“We shall have to do this again,” Dream murmured, voice barely more than a gravelly hum.
Hob sat down in his desk chair, running his fingers through his hair as Dream sprawled before him like some kind of hunter’s catch. “What, ruining my reputation with my students?”
“Among other things.”
“Nightmarish, you are,” Hob said fondly.
Dream tipped his face into Hob’s hand. “Hmm. Yes.”
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amiharana · 1 year
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what do you guys think revali and link's love languages are?
for revali, it's absolutely words of affirmation but i'd also like to propose quality time as his "secret" love language. nobody wouldn't expect this stuck up birdie to be a sucker for doing things like flying together or napping in a hammock together, but once you think about it more, it makes more sense. and revali's arrogance and irritation are significantly quelled after getting back from a training session at the flight range or fishing in the hebra plunge with link.
for link, it's most certainly physical touch and i propose his "secret" one as acts of service. i love the headcanon that rito "kiss" by pressing their foreheads together and nuzzling each other or whatever, but i think link is the #1 rito kiss enthusiast. at this point, everyone in rito village has seen link on his tiptoes cupping revali's face in his teeny little hylian hands to initiate a rito kiss and revali's squawking and complaining, but ultimately returns the gesture much to link's delight.
i love the idea of revali braiding and doing hair maintenance on link as part of their nightly routine, or link looking for his weapons because where the fuck did they go until he finds revali in their shared roost, polishing his shields and retying his bow strings, all of his quivers fully stocked of regular and elemental arrows. revali is still quite bristly and blunt, so he's all mumbling embarrassed at being caught doing something sweet for his mate like, "it's incredibly dumbfounding that they still call you the hero of hyrule when your idea of weapon maintenance is sliding your blades against a rock like a bokoblin" or "i see now why you go through bows within a moon as quickly as you eat. you aren't changing your bow strings out and you're just using them until they snap! were i any less disturbingly infatuated with you, i'd dissolve our coupling for such atrocious behaviors." link just smiles at him, fond and warm, and any irritation revali feels dissipates into the air as he returns to the weapons, his feathers ruffling and muttering under his breath.
oop. now i feel like writing fic for this. 😳
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goldengirlls · 2 years
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toys and tennis
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warnings— 18 +, daddy kink + jewelry kink + skirt fetish + toys and Rafe Cameron himself.
summary— y/n get's more than one lesson
a/n— ok so i might make this two parts because im feeling spicy ???? be nice and if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all!! part ONE of two !!!!!
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“I think I have a new fetish - kink or whatever.” His hands gripping your waist, his figure casting a shadow over you and the faint sweat resting above his upper lip from the summer heat.
“I think I have a new fetish - kink or whatever.” His hands gripping your waist, his figure casting a shadow over you and the faint sweat resting above his upper lip from the summer heat.
“I think I have a new fetish - kink or whatever.” His hands gripping your waist, his figure casting a shadow over you and the faint sweat resting above his upper lip from the summer heat.
“It’s like you can read my mind. Smartass.” Rafe rolled his eyes and pulled you closer. “But sweetheart, y'know I can't help it. Easy access for me to just slip my cock right into ya.” His breath sends a rippling effect throughout your heated body.
“Because baby, I know you better than you know yourself. Plus you always get extra handsy when I wear them.” As you pressed your body into him and placed kisses full of desire on his chiseled jawline.
“Can't help what I like. Especially when it’s on my girl.” His lips tickling your red coated cheeks. “Wait you know what fuck that. You are my fetish.”
“Oh i know.” You sassed back spinning on your heel and grabbing your water. “But i love it almost as much as I would like for you to press my body against that wall and fuck me from behind.”
His body tightens around you as the words of your desire and desperation fill his mind with everything sinful.
“I have a game I wanna play with you, are you in?” Rafe wet his bottom lip and snapped the elastic waistband of your skirt.
“Depends. What is it?” You and he both knew that you were going to say yes. You just wanted to know what you were about to get yourself into.
One of his hands left their place on your body and pulled out a small device, tangling it between his forefinger and thumb.
“Put this in your clit while you play your little game and I’ll control it.” You begin to spin on your heel to return to your game when his hand catches your wrist, “Please baby. For me.” You didn’t have to turn around to know he was making that face that would drop you to your knees and do anything for him.
“I swear if you do anything stupid I’ll -“
“Baby you know me I would never.” His eyes sparkled with mischief as his hands found their way to your clit and slipped it right into place. “Good girl. Now you know I love listening to the grunts and moans that leave your pink plump lips baby. But those are only reserved for me, yeah?”
In response you shot daggers at him as you return to your lesson.
Twenty minutes later you were on the edge. If looks could kill, Rafe Cameron would be dead.
The balls in play? His finger’s are already hitting the button to speed the toy up which encourages the moans leaving from your mouth. The next time he did it was when you went to serve the ball and you let out the loudest moan, the smirk of the devil resting on your face.
Soon after your painfully wet lesson, you say bye to your instructor and heading straight to the devilishly handsome man you called your boyfriend, with piercing dark eyes burning into his sun kissed skin.
You were about to serve up the biggest fuck you too him.
“I hate you.” You mumbled walking past him, throwing your racket on the ground and your top leaving your body. His eyes bulging out of his sockets and his tall stature follows in suit. You went to reach for the toy when his hand stopped you.
“It stays on Angel.” His red, wet lips connecting to the place he called heaven and begging for permission to explore the rest of your mouth when his tongue ran along your lip. His hands roam to all of his favorite places on your body. Who was he kidding all of you was his favorite place.
Your body roughly meets the back of the wall. The wall that hid the rest of the world from your secret. Kissing you was desperate, errotic and exilterating all in one.
His calloused thumb and finger rolling your hardened nipple and the other hand tracing the outline of your pussy. Teasing around the pink toy that was tucked firm inside your clit.
His finger pressing on it with such a delicacy that even that has you buckling your knees, ready for them to give out any moment.
“You're dripping.” His muses and his smirk never falling from his face as his ring cladded forefinger and middle finger plunge into your pussy.
“Rafe.” Suddenly the air becomes thicker, your head’s fuzzy and ready to be obedient for anything he asks of you.
You feel small and needy for the six foot three man you call your boyfriend. Everything is greedy and hungry about his demeanor.
Your knees meet the warm ground of the pavement and release his cock from their confinement. Your manicured hands grip his warm cock and begin the precise movements that would lead to the short circuit of his existence today. Tits on display for him.
Never in your life would you consider calling a cock pretty, but his was beautiful. Thick and long. Veins danced along his length, and you praise his cock from your position on the ground.
You were on your knees for the devil.
Your thumb runs over the slit where pre cum oozes out and swipe it around before taking him between your pink tainted, burnt lips. His moans become the motivation for you to start moving your head up and down at a slow pace, gradually tightening your grip around cock.
“Oh angel, always so obedient for me.” He coos out. The veins pulsing loudly through his forehead. He knew he wasn’t going to last long with the way you were working his cock.
“Angel. Fuck, my perfect little angel. Always on her knees when I need her the most.” His eyes meet your teary eyes as you let out a pornographic moan around his cock, sending rippling shockwaves through his body. One hand holding him up against the wall and the other fisting your hair as he pushes you down further each time you bob your head. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth if thats okay now.” He waits for any objection before his hand steadies himself on the wall and his other wrapping around the back of your head, protecting it from the horrible things he was about to do to your mouth.
His hips snapping quicker and harder each time he fucked your mouth. Your free hand cupping his balls, giving it gentle squeezes and in return you received his praise. Those praises shoot right down to your pussy. Your doe eyes filled with tears as fucks your mouth harder and his fingers quickly wiping the tears that ran down your face because of him. Each thrust made your tits jiggle. Your nipples hard and perky. He was tempted to pull you up and fuck not only your mouth and pussy but fuck your perfect tits; and just maybe he would. All he knew was it was the most gorgeous wonder of the world.
You pull away, taking a breath “Harder.” Your doe eyes dilated and your lips connecting with his cock once again.
Those words were music to his ears.
“That’s my girl. You’re suckin me fuckin dry.” He grunts through his cladded teeth.
His praises never failed to make you weak. His praises rang through your ears and in consumed your thoughts, which resulted in you squeezing your legs together. You were his good girl and he knew that you loved when he called you it.
Rafe couldn’t decide what’s prettier. Your face when you’re cumming undone above him on your back cumming or when your eyes are filled with tears and mascara smeared under your eyes. He was utterly obsessed with how you could fit so much of him in mot only your mouth but in your pussy. You were topless on a tennis court, on your knees that were bruised undeniably, eyes teary and in a mere matter of a minute would you be tasting him. You were fucking stunning for him.
“Oh god, baby, baby fuck - shit, fuck, m'gonna cum" His pelvis brushing against your nose, the deeper you took him down your throat. His hand pressing your head down harder as his thrusts became sloppy and harder. He loved it messy. He loved you messy.
Deep moans and grunts fill the air as he teters on the edge of euphoria. You were the cause of him losing control. For him no longer acting like a gentleman. Just as he was the reason for your lady-like behavior becoming a lost cause when he was around.
You speed up your hand as it fills the space that can’t fit into your mouth. The other squeezes his balls harder, moaning loudly. As you watch him fall apart, you fall apart. His cum coating the inside of your throat, swallowing all of him.
The faint sounds of people and lawnmowers filled the air. The smell of you two lingered through the tennis court. Your knees still on the ground and his arms resting against the wall and his head resting on his arms as his glazed over blue eyes connect with your doe eyes.
A smile pulling your lips as you wipe the rest of his cum off your lips and lick your fingers making total and all eye contact with him.
You slowly stand up, between him and the wall and place a kiss on his lips. “Oh by the way you left the toy on Rafe.” A blush coating your face.
His hands slip under your skirt, a grunt leaves his lips and he feels the cum slowly trailing down your thigh.
“Guess it’s your turn, huh?” Rafe kisses you.
“Mh - hmm.” Your eyelashes flutter closed as he kisses your jaw, “Can I hit from behind baby. I can show you how to do your backhand?”
“Only if I get to keep the toy in.”
“Fuck your kinky and your my fetish Angel face.”
You were his Angel that sinned for him.
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rafesbabes · 1 year
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Kinktober (17)
Rings
Warnings:18+,MDNI This is my own work, do not repost or claim as yours. Be mindful of your mental health<3 .....
You stare at his hands, his perfectly sculpted hands. The veins provide a travel map up his wrists to his forearms; the sight of them making you quiver. His rings shine from the light above and memories of the feeling of the cold metal brushing inside your walls flood back.
You squeeze your lips shut and close your eyes, trying to calm the storm brewing inside of you. He looks over at you smugly. He knows. You feel his hand creep up your thigh, pinching you from the coldness of the ring.
You gasp as his fingers make their way past your panties.
The thick ring is all you feel next. The coldness of it as he plunges his finger in, is enough for you to slam the knife down on your plate.
You cover it up with a smile and a cough as people at the restaurant start to stare. He nudges his ring onto your clit as he circles it, alternating plunging it in your pussy and rubbing it on your clit.
You lock eyes with him and mouth, “Rafe, I can’t.”
He smiles devilishly at you as he continues his paces, your eyes pleading for more. Your eyes glaze over as your lip slips between your teeth and that familiar knot appears in your stomach.
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730hook · 9 months
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I don’t know why I’m so in love with his hands
Oh wait, I do
he definitely knows how to give it
And the watch (my jewelry kink came out to play)
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📸: @hooksredrum on ig
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witchy-tits · 4 months
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666bedbugs · 9 months
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look at the Hello Kitty ring I made!!
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darlingpwease · 1 year
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The thought of Yuuta having no proper experience and then pervy!reader comes along and corrupts him in the absolutely best ways possible has me drooling
Innocent Yuuta -> Sex addict Yuuta is just <3333
-panna cotta
CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour, established relationship, pet names + name-calling, light virgin shaming (g.), mind break [yuuta]
sex marathon, somnophilia, dubious consent (dubcon), corruption kink, 'loss of virginity [talk], heavy petting, masturbation [yuuta], oral sex (g., r.), hyperstimulation (g.)
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virgin!yuuta who had no significant physical intimacy.
when he was younger, he held hands and even once [1] received a kiss on the cheek and once [1] kissed on the cheek of another; now he clings to you when you kiss him, — at first only leaving pecks on his ruddy excited face, — and loves when you sensually hug, breathing into his neck and letting him lie under you or lying on top of you, feeling your heartbeat through skin and warmth even despite clothes.
and yuuta doesn't want to sound wrong, but it's enough for him — not in the sense that he would mind more, but even your kisses make his head spin; when you are so close that he can smell you or hear your breathing, holding you in his arms, which makes it feel like he is lying without clothes.
maybe he's too inexperienced or too not greedy — it's natural to want more, right? — but when you lie together, pressed against each other, as if bound, it's enough for him.
virgin!yuuta who squeezes his thighs together when you put your hand on them; smiles shyly when you throw up your arm to hug; puts his head on your shoulder and buries his face in your neck when you hug.
he doesn't quite understand what you want to do when try to touch his inner thigh, put his head on your chest or kiss his face, stroking his back, whispering about how beautiful he is, — and he really doesn't mind, but it feels strange, incomprehensible, especially when you lightly stroke his stomach, — even if you don't touch anything sexual, it still makes him shiver.
it's not that he finds the courage — or the need — to find out what you mean when you squeeze and lightly pinch him like a toy, as if checking what sounds he can make, — and it becomes even more strange when you tell him that he sounds 'cute' and his cheeks burn not only from the compliment, but also from the subtext, which he catches, but cannot understand.
it's not that you expect him to realize, but his confused, shy face, especially when you tell him how innocent he is, is adorable.
virgin!yuuta who doesn't touch himself often. it's not that he's not familiar with the concept of masturbation or feels dirty, but it's just not exactly what he wants — he doesn't have a high libido, or a strong desire, and even if it helps him fall asleep faster, he's too... shy and clamped to do this.
previously, rika could visit him at any time if the emotions were too strong, — now he just isn't used to being touched and doesn't feel the need. if he has too much energy, he trains; either he is looking for some other activities, or makes his way to you, looking for your soothing presence, which always helps him relax and get rid of obsessive thoughts without having to be sexually active.
when you ask to help you relax after a stressful day, yuuta does not even think to refuse, regardless of what exactly you ask — but when you ask him to turn his back to you and whisper that everything is fine and you can handle it yourself, yuuta is not okay; especially when you cling to him, touching his skin with your lips, pressing your too hot hands to his icy stomach, yuuta is afraid that he will lose consciousness from the unexpected proximity of skin to skin, — and only whines almost audibly when you whisper that he is so good and so obedient, so soft, so sweet.
when you put leg between his thighs, and yuuta wants to squeeze them again, but you kiss his neck, whispering that you feel so good, you feel like you can finally relax, being so close to him, and yuuta can only agree and try to relax, even if you are too close to him, breathing on his skin and twitching slightly in sleep, wrapping his waist so tightly that he can't get out without waking you up.
in the morning, he slides down and hurries to the bathroom too quickly than usual.
virgin!yuuta who definitely doesn't squirm when your pressure gets too tight; whining, trying not to rub too hard, but fidgeting when the friction stops — and whining too loudly when you whisper his name through a dream.
... yuuta who trembles when clings to your clothes, asking you to sleep face to face, red, whispering that he likes to see you, and he is not deceiving you — you are absolutely breathtaking — but when he presses even closer to you, rubbing his body against you, and hears you sleeping, even unaware of what he's doing, his cheeks burn even more.
you're so nice, — he's like in paradise, — and when he moves too much, you just give in, allowing him to choose the most comfortable place and rhythm while he drools, awkwardly humping.
when he sees your eyes, looking at his wet, ruddy face?
his heart stops.
virgin!yuuta who isn't used to touching even himself, let alone letting others do it, and can't look into your face when you caress him, rubbing, saying nothing, but stroking reassuringly, as if trying to convince that everything is fine and there's nothing wrong with him doing something like that, as if you're okay with him, — and his heart would have melted if it hadn't been beating in throat from fear and delight.
when you move your leg too gently and tenderly, as if taking care that yuuta feels very good, hugging him to keep in place, yuuta wants to cling and whine apologies for what he did, just to break the silence, but you shush at any attempts, without stopping, gently increasing the pace when his whining from a plaintive apology becomes excited, as if he is about to cum, just from the fact that you make him squirm on your thigh.
when you force him to cum, abruptly turning him over on back, holding tightly, continuing to rub against even when he tries to squeeze thigh from too much stimulation, having not yet waited out the stimulation period, being so sensitive that the touch of your hand through the fabric makes him squirm even more, trying to hide from you, drooling and slightly crying.
virgin!yuuta who touches himself for the first time in front of someone, and he is even glad that it was you, but not when his fingers are wet with cum and juice, feeling how you hold his thighs apart, whispering something about how beautiful he is and that you have wanted to see him like this for so long, — and yuuta only shyly curls toes, closing eyes, being ready to fall into the ground with shame, and almost whining when hears the wet sounds that his body makes, even more treacherously excited from knowing that you are watching.
when you ask him to be a good boy and cum in front of your eyes and he cums? this is too much for him — he is afraid that he will not be able to be conscious now, getting the third orgasm of the night and knowing that it is too much.
but when you ask him to help you, looking at his charmingly wet and red, confused face, which becomes even more pathetic when he sees you undressing, — and yuuta tries not to tremble too much when his fingers touch you, for the first time in his life, feeling how hot and excited you are, and knowing that it's because of him, — and his head is too dizzy from the huge amount of feelings and emotions experienced. when he tries to clumsily make you cum, feeling too good when he feels the pulsation and hears your breathing, knowing that you are now focused only on your pleasure, that you can cum in his hands, because of his hands, and this only makes him more excited and flustered.
he doesn't know what he's thinking when asks you to relax and lie on back, — he really thought it was a good idea, — but his mouth is so hot and wet, even if inexperienced, trying to serve you as best as possible while his tongue diligently licks you, listening to your every sigh and moan, — and whining plaintively when feels you grabbing him by the hair, moving the way you prefer, sleepily hoarsely telling him what needs to be done to make you feel good, and yuuta can only obey, purring, fearing that he is too out of his mind not to lose consciousness if you continue.
when you hold tightly, making him to accept everything, yuuta almost suffocates, but only tries to bury his nose deeper, relaxing as much as possible.
perhaps he is still not himself when blissfully clings to you, sticky and dirty, but are not ready to part with you, whispering how much he adores you — especially when you stroke him and kisses his face, replying that he can always turn to you.
virgin!yuuta who, perhaps, is too fond of sex — giving you oral until his face becomes sticky and wet, or stroking you between your thighs until you are satisfied, only to see him briefly lick his fingers; when he does not squeeze thighs as tightly as before, allowing you to slide between them even when there are people around, but whispering to you to be careful, fearfully looking around.
not that he was preoccupied, but when he saddles your hips again and again to your purring that if he wants, he must work himself, — and shamefacedly humping, drooling and whining while you look at his face, red with shame, and only tease him even more for how needy he is, almost without getting off you should you be alone.
when you give him oral for the first time, and yuuta is so scared and confused even knowing what you are going to do, interrupting the very beginning several times with a tremor in his voice, apologizing and saying that he is not sure and that you should not, in fact, do this — the meaning is that you can satisfy him otherwise than touching it with your mouth.
yuuta who is frantically grabbing you by the hair, whining and almost choking when you ignore his inarticulate excuses, getting in response more than an exciting reaction from his sensitive body, still overreacting to any stimulation. and yuuta needs a couple of minutes, but you need more, forcing him to push his hips and beg you before you will bring him to orgasm again and again, waiting for him to catch his breath only to continue — which is why by the end he loses consciousness for a few minutes, too overwhelmed by sensations.
you can't keep silent about it when he wakes up, feeling only how much his body hurts, but feeling so happy — and shy, hearing your light teasing.
virgin!yuuta who whines when you tease him that you can take his virginity, squeezing him tightly in your arms and making him feel caught and grabbed, letting him feel how serious you are in your 'threat', — but his humiliatingly red cheeks and ears make you want to laugh, teasing him even more about what a pervert he is, that he would even be glad of this, and gently purring that one day you will definitely do it with him.
he is not too obsessive with 'purity', virginity or inexperience — this is not exactly what is the focus of attention for him, even if he will have unspoken questions if you are too experienced, — but when you stroke each other, too enthusiastic, and you hold him tightly to you, letting him feel how aroused you are and whispering how close you are to just undress him and take, slightly biting his neck or shoulders, yuuta admits that maybe,
if you really decided to take his virginity,
it would be good.
he doesn't believe in something like that, — it's just an indicator of the absence of other partners, nothing more — but maybe if you decided to take him and 'spoil'... he definitely wouldn't mind letting you do whatever you want with him.
and if his virginity is something attractive to you, then you can take it to yourself, especially if you continue to kiss him so passionately, as if hungry for him, sliding your fingers over his body.
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smokersbaby · 5 months
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Kink of the day: spanking Character: Bonney Reader: chubby afab!reader Tw: established relationship, light bondage, fingering (receiving), dom/sub interaction (Bonney being dom), spanking Author notes: thanks to @basilisa-scorpii for requesting this!! You can find the "Kinktober Masterlist 2023" here!
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"You're so noisy, hun" Bonney's tone was ironic, almost degrading, as her fingers curled up inside of your dripping pussy, poking that spot that made you mewl her name in bliss.
She had you face down ass up, wrists tied behind your back just as she liked it. Bonney loved seeing you struggle under her touch, squirming and whimpering as her fingers guided you towards your climax at her own pace.
But today you were wriggling a bit too much, probably because Bonney loved to overstimulate your sensitive pussy even after making you cum already, fingers pumping in and out mercilessly and without any intention of stopping soon.
"Stop giggling that ass" Bonney commanded, but you didn't listen as you also started to rub your soft thighs together, teasing her.
Her hand slapped your thick ass without warning, the sound of her palm hitting your left butt cheek and you gasping for the sudden impact filling the room. Then another one came, harsher than the previous one and making your juicy ass red.
"Are you going to keep still, now?" she laughed as her thumb started to rub against your clit, your body struggling to not crawl away from her touch, but you had to resist since Bonney loved a submissive kind of partner.
She spanked you once more, the slap leaving a visible red mark on your buttcheek, your pitiful whines making Bonney chuckle.
"Stay still hun, or you won't be able to sit after this"
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