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k1ttykatsu · 1 year

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SEXY DRUG-falling in reverse

pairings:goth bakugo x black!cheerleader femreader

summary:what happens when you find comfort in your friend?

warnings:smut, smacking, spit, slight daddy kink,spanking,throatfucking praise, degradation deepthroating, eating out, virgin reader, gagging, more spit, hair pulling, choking,creampie punching, denki being a slight dick! shindo being a major dick. and obviously penetration!

word count:: 7k

“god i hate this!” you cry out as you sit on the bleachers. you are currently crying your little eyes out from the events that played out earlier.

you found your bestfriend,ex bestfriend emi and your ‘ex-crush’ shindo yo making out in the locker room before cheerleading practice.

you didn’t shed a tear, you put on your brave face and don’t show any emotion through practice. you put a big smile and push through.

“fuck” you hear someone quietly mutter out. you take your teary face out of your hands with a sniffle and look up. you see a familiar blurry tall blonde dressed in all black standing in front of you.

“oh,*sniffle*, sorry” you say as you wipe your teary eyes and give him a small smile. once some tears are out of your eyes you see the familiar figure clearly.

katsuki bakugo, collage sophmore, straight A student and really fucking handsome. katsuki is in your computer science class, the two of you have been paired up for a couple of projects in the past.

a couple conversations when passing by each other through campus. but nothing too serious. you’ve always thought katsuki was cute, especially with the multiple piercings in his face, the tattoos across his body and his painted black nails that always catches your attention.

your favorite piercing was probably his tongue piercing, always peaking your interest whenever he speaks. sometimes you wish you could- “earth to airhead” you hear katsuki say as he waves his hand in front of your face.

EMBARRASSING!

you quickly shake your head and chuckle, trying to laugh off the embarrassment. you hear katsuki chuckle as he sits next to you on the bleachers, catching you off guard.

“what? don’t want me to sit by you?” he says with a snort once he sees your face. “oh my god! no katsuki, you know it’s not like that” you say as you laugh and sarcastically roll your eyes.

“okay, what’s wrong nerd?” katsuki says as he nudges your shoulder slightly making you laugh. “i don’t wanna bother you with my problems, katsuki” you whine out as you look at the man.

you see him smirk before getting closer to your face. “you're not bothering me if i asked y/n”. your face instantly heats up as you look down at the ground, trying to distract yourself.

“well…. i caught emi and shindo making out in the locker room.” you say as you frown at the man. his face stiffens as he looks at your facial expressions. “like i know we’re not dating, but it kinda hurts to know my ‘bestfriend’ would do that to me, ya’know?” katsuki nods his head as he lets out a sigh.

“but ya’ didn’t like the guy?” he asks, trying to figure out for the sake of your his feelings. you shake your head ‘no’ and sigh. “but he was tryna get with me… emi practically forced him unto me, just for her to hook up with him… we were literally supposed to go to the halloween party together, but i can’t show my face their…i’ll be the laughing stock of the party”

katsuki’s takes in all this information and nod. he doesn’t wanna make it worse since he could obviously see you're having a hard time. “So you're really just mad at this emi girl?” katsuki knew emi, fuck the whole school knew emi….but now she’s a nobody to him.

“yea, i just thought we’re friends…” you say before looking at katsuki with teary puffy eyes. you look so adorable to him but of course he won’t say that to your face. at least not right now.

“why don’t you hang out with me and my stupid friends tonight, they’ll be fine with it.” he says nonchalantly as he looks straight ahead to his friends walking across the football field.

you notice what he’s looking at and smile. katsuki and his friends were as tight as a stitch. they all hung out with just each other, so to be invited to hang out with them was exciting but also nerve racking.

“thank you katsuki” you say brightly as you give him a big hug. you feel his big hands slowly wrap around your short figure making you smile into his chest.

“ay! bakugou” you hear someone shout from the ground. the two of you slowly let go of each other before looking down and looking at katsuki’s friends, but much closer than they were before.

“who’s that?” the voice says, speaking again. you turn your face and completely let go of katsuki, going the other way to pick your stuff off the bleachers.

you walk back over to katsuki with a smile. “well,come on so you could introduce me,” you say as you walk down the bleachers, swaying your hips a little flirtatious as he follows behind you.

once you make it to the field you see katsuki’s friends looking at you with wide eyes. “stop fucking staring weirdos” you hear him say as he pushes you slightly. you quickly giggle and look back at the group,

“this is y/n…y/n, this is my loser friends, denki, sero, kirishima and mina” he says pointing to each of his friends. the three men wave at you making you smile but the pink haired girl comes up to you and gives you a tight hug.

“y/n, aren’t you on the cheerleading team?” mina questions as she lets go of you. you hear katsuki ‘tch’ as he rolls his eyes. “no shit sherlock, she has on the fucking uniform”

you roll your eyes before playfully hitting katsuki in his arms. “yea i am” you say with a fake smile. it’s not that you hated being in the team, it’s just all the social requirements that you have to follow for you to be one.

“so why the hell are you hanging with us? friends ditched ya? denki asks in a meek tone. your eyes snap over to his in an instant, watching his face. “why does it matter to you dickface?” you say fully with attitude. “it matters because people like you don’t hang out with people like us” he rebuttals back and you give him that point.

as a cheerleader you could only hangout with your social groups. so that means other cheerleaders and athletes. anything else was against protocol and bad for business.

FALSE!

“your right” you say as you look down to the ground. “she doesn’t have to explain herself denk’s, she’s probably tired of the rich snobby bitches.” the black haired man named sero says as he looks at you with a sad smile.

he knows…

you smile back and nod your head slightly. “doesn’t matter, she’s hanging with us now” katsuki says as he grabs your hand slowly and drags you along with him as he starts walking. all his friends follow behind him, even denki that’s now wearing a small smirk on his face.

once the group makes it to the parking lot everyone gathers together by their cars, one katsuki’s and the other one is kirishima’s. “what’s the plan?” kirishima asks as he hugs the small pinkett from the back.

“well i was thinking we go back to our dorm and just smoke, but now I have a better idea” katsuki says as he looks down at you. his friends quirk an eyebrow at him and he smirks. “let’s go back to the dorm first, i’ll tell y’all then” he states as he unlocks his car doors. katsuki opens the passenger door, letting you in before walking over to the driver's side.

“seatbelt katsuki” you state quietly once you see him about to pull out. the man rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth before putting it on quickly.

—————

“wow your dorm is pretty big” you say as you walk into the mini apartment. “me and kiri had to pay a little extra for this one” he says as he lays on his bed quickly. you laugh at the man and sit down on the edge of his bed cautiously.

“i don’t bite y/n” he says as he throws a pillow at your head causing you to break out into a fit of laughter. you decide to pick the pillow up and throw it back at him. “bitch” you spit out as you laugh at him.

soon after your shenanigans you hear the door open, revealing his other roommate and friends. “the party’s here” mina says as she jumps on katsuki’s bed, pushing him off.

“minaa” you say as you crack your ass up. katsuki just laying on the floor with no remarks. soon after he gets up and sits next to you on the edge of his bed.

“okay so now that everyone’s here… i was thinking we all go to that halloween party that they're throwing” he says while looking around the room to his friends. “i know we always make fun of it and shit, but i feel like we should crash it” he says directly to you.

you give him a small smile, knowing exactly why he actually wanted to crash it. “im down” denki says as he looks at his friends. a couple ‘okays’ stir across the room as you sit back and watch them discuss.

then all of a sudden they look at you, their eyes making you feel small. “how about you cheerleader?” denki says as he quirks his eyebrow with a smirk.

“let’s do it”.

“wait, what about costumes katsuki!” mina shouts as she looks around their dorm for anything she could use. you then think about all the random shit in your dorm that you could use. “i have some stuff in my dorm that we could definitely turn into costumes.” you say as you look at the group.

“y/n ur such a lifesaver”

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“why do you have all this random shit in your room?” katsuki says as you sort through all of the random shit that clutters your room. “i just really love halloween” you say as you throw another article of clothing at the man.

“this ain’t enough?” he questions as he looks through the random things you threw at him. “one more thing, then we could go back to your place” you say as you look through your closet.

once you get the white sweater you were looking for, you grab 3 bottles of red food dye and walk over to katsuki. “okay i’m ready” you say with a sweet smile. “okay let’s roll out.”

once you make it back to katsuki’s you throw all the random objects and fabrics on the floor. everyone looks at you like ur nuts but you just smile.

“kirishima do you have white underwear….possibly clean?” you say joking with the man who starts laughing hard. “yes i do y/n” he says still laughing.

you hand mina a red piece of fabric that resembles a cape. “your gonna be captain underpants mina” you say in an overly happy tone. mina smiles hard before kissing your cheek and running in kirishima’s room.

“i have two capes if you wanna be captain underpants too?” you say yo kirishima who just laughs. “dicks too big, you’ll be able to see my bulge through the underwear.” he says plainly with no regard.” your jaw drops at the confession. “um- i- i have a superman shirt”

he grabs the shirt and examines it. “It'll be a crop top on you probably but.” “i love it” he says as he grabs the shirt and smiles before going into his room with mina as well.

“denki….since you're so tough, i brought you devil ears and a tail” you say as you hand him the minimal costume. “thanks” he says before taking it out of your hands and smirking.

you smile to yourself before looking at sero. “and you're gonna be tate langdon.” i brought a makeup pencil to do it on you….and your outfit is perfect” you say to the tall lean man.

“do whatever you gotta do boss lady” sero says as he sits down on katsuki’s bed. “what about me?” you hear him say from the corner of the room. “i’ll give it to you after i do sero’s makeup” you say with sas in your tone.

you crouch down in front of sero and quickly do his makeup, talking to him in the process.

“and….done!” you say as you look at your work. “that looks good” your hear katsuki confess making you smile wider. “thanks katsuki!, go look in the mirror sero” you say as you push the man towards his phone.

“y/n, ur an artist” sero says, making you laugh. as he walks towards the back you brought the rest of the stuff. “mkay kat’s, ur gonna be a serial killer…. and i’m gonna be a victim, so like ghost face and casey becker” you say as you hand him a fake knife.

“i just don’t have a ghost face mask” you say as you slightly frown. you see katsuki face light up, “i have one, we played a prank on mina last year, i just kept it since”

he says as he looks through his closet. revealing a ghost face mask. “oh my god!” you squeal as you pick up your ‘costume’.

“casey becker wore jeans…” he says examining the clothes that you laid out across his bed. “i said like…” you coyly say while looking at your outfit.

“you can get dressed in here since every other room is taken.” katsuki says as he pulls out a black shirt and black jeans. “kat, i was going to already silly…but i need to shower, i wanna be fresh” you say as you point to his shower.

katsuki hands you a towel and wash rag before shoving you in the bathroom.

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as you walk out the shower, you wrap your towel tightly around your body, not wanting it to suddenly come off.

you open the bathroom door and let the steam roll out into his room. “ki’ do you have any lotion?” you ask as you stand in the bathroom doorway. “yea i do” he says before getting up to hand you the lotion. you simply thank him before closing the door back.

after your dress you examine your outfit, making sure you look presentable before you come out of the bathroom. once you’ve checked you walk out of the bathroom. and into the now empty room. you quirk an eyebrow before hearing talking from outside.

“hey, i’m ready” you say as you reveal yourself to the group of people. you look around the rooms and see wonderful costumes that came from nothing.

“mina you look so good” you say as you examine the costume. “i like the touch of blood on everyone, but where did y’all get it from ?” you ask.

“the prank we played last year, we still had a pint left” katsuki says as he walks over to you. “look good” he says quietly. you look up and smile “you too” you finish before you turn away.

“we still got some, if you want some” sero says referring to the fake blood. you nod before walking up to him. “pass me a knife” you hear katsuki say randomly, confusing you. katsuki walks up to you and looks at you intensely. “don’t move” is the last thing he says before ripping a while in your white sweater.

you audibly gasp from shock. he continues to do a couple more rips and holes before stepping back. you look down and examine them. “katsuki, help her put some blood on.” you hear mina say as she leans into her boyfriend.

you see him pick up a pint of fake blood and he takes your hand, leading you to the bathroom. “can i put it on ya?” he asks for consent to rich you before he actually does.

you nod your head while your breathing picks up. katsuki walks closer to you before smearing some blood on his hands while you stand there. katsuki makes sure to put blood on the holes and rips.

he then moves down to your leg. “the handprints are to make it realistic,” he says, quickly coming up with an excuse. after that he stands up and gets closer to you. lips almost touching from him close you are as he grabs your face gently. leaving a bloody hand mark.

“all done”

your eyes meet his as he brushes his thumb against your cheek slowly. “i think they're ready.” you state quietly, not really wanting this ‘moment’ to end.

“so come on” is all he says before letting go of your face and walking out of the bathroom.

you quickly get your thoughts in check before following him.

“wow, your bloody everywhere” sero says as he looks at your almost completely covered body. “yea, wanted it to look realistic” you say as you rock on your tippy toes back and forth.

you look at katsuki who is just standing there with a mean grin on his face. “okay well..let’s get going” kirishima says as he grabs mina by the hand and walks towards the entrance.

everyone follows the couple to the campus parking lot. everyone gets in kirishima’s car and soon after he drives off.

———————

“fucking bitches” katsuki mutters as he gets out the car and sees three sophomores walking in the party. you laugh at him as he helps you out of the car.

once everyone’s out of the car the group makes their way to the entrance. as your walking you hear something rather unpleasant. “did you hear about shindo and emi?” some random girl says as she stand’s outside the entrance with her other friend.

you feel the tears start to well up in your eyes when suddenly you feel a hand holding you by your waist, bringing the two of you closer. “don’t think about those shit heads” he says lowly in your ear making you laugh.

once you walk into the house, your hit by the smell of alcohol and weed. it’s so strong that you think your lungs are filled with it. “smells like a pot house…. my type of partyy” sero says making all of your laugh.

as you walk through the party you see a lot of eyes on you making you fake a wider smile pretending to be unbothered. you feel katsuki grip your waist tighter and bringing you closer into him, you instantly smile and look up to him.

“thanks” you mouth to him with a smile. he looks down at you and grin. “come on” he motions his head to where his friends are residing.

you look in the living room and see white powder scattered around the table, bottles of alcohol and cups filled with who knows what around the floor.

“what do we have here?” you hear a familiar voice speak out of nowhere. your body immediately stiffing when you hear that voice.

you turn your head and you see your ex friend emi standing with shindo. his arm wrapped around her waist as he chugs a beer down.

“oh hi emi” your voice was bland with no energy. anyone could sense the tension between you two. “who’s the..guy” her voice sounded disgusted as she said it.

shindo looks at the two of you and gives you a dirty look. “this is katsuki” you feel him squeeze your sides making you smile.

“this like your new boyfriend or something?” shindo’s drink had now been discarded on the floor and his face is as serious as it could be. “not yet” katsuki says as you and him walk pass shindo, purposely shoving his shoulder. you feel shindo immediately grab your hand, trying to pull you back. you and katsuki turn around looking him back in his face.

“don’t fucking touch me shindo” your yell out as you jerk your hand back away from him. a sinister smile now placed on shindos face as he watches you turn your head in disgust. watching you and katsuki walk back off.

“let’s go dance” you suggest once you see the crowd of people swaying their hips to the music that was blasting. “i’m not really the dancing type” he says once he sees all the sweaty teenage/pre-adult bodies on the dance floor. you roll your eyes and suck your teeth before leading him to the dance floor.

once you get there you wrap your arms around katsuki’s neck and start swaying your hips to the music. you look at katsuki’s stiff posture and laugh. “suki put your hands on my hips” you tell him as your hips stop their motion. he does what you say in an instant, putting his hands underneath your sweater and gripping onto your hips.

“mkay, now sway with my hips” you instruct as you start again. your hips instantly finding the rhythm again, but this time katsuki is following along. you feel him pull you closer to him, squeezing your hips every so often. your mind starts to get dizzy at the closeness, your heart feels like it’s palpitating out of your chest.

“kat’s,” you breath out breathlessly as you get on your tippy toes. he looks down at you and smirks. “you okay?” he asks with a nasty grin knowing that you're not okay.

“mhm” you lie as you move closer to him. you feel his hands move from your hips to the swole of your ass making you smile. “didn’t think you were the type to be so outgoing suki” you tease as you slowly roll your hips.

you hear and feel him chuckling from how close you are, he squeezes your ass making you slightly moan. “you don’t know how outgoing i could be y/n” is the last thing he says before he walks away, leaving you standing in the middle of the dance floor.

“y/n” you hear that god awful voice as you stand there making you roll your eyes. “yes shindo?” your voice was as bored as it could be, “why you sound so bothered?” he ask stupidly. “your lucky i’m not fucking ignoring you shindo” you say lowly looking around the party of katsuki.

“look i know you got a boyfriend or whatever but i miss us, and hooking up with emi was a stupid mistake” he emphasizes on the mistake part. your eyes instantly shoot to his and before you know it you feel your hand against his face.

“you hooked up with her?” your tone sounds like you can’t believe it, even though you're not surprised anymore. shindo looks down at you and you see the hand mark you visibly left on his face.

you see katsuki from around the corner rushing over to you. “your such a fucking slut y/n” how dare he call you a slut. “your the one who fucked my bestfriend dickface!” you yell at him, not caring that your making a scene.

you feel katsuki grab your waist to move you from the situation. “you ain’t nothing but a filthy whore” was the last thing you heard out of shindo's mouth before katsuki let go of your waist and punches him in the face.

shindo instantly goes down without a fight. you see kirishima’s and the rest of the group rushing out of the house,making you and katsuki follow. once you make it to the car all of you are out of breath and laughing.

“katsuki, you don’t have to do that” you say as you smack his chest. he laughs before bringing his hand to your chin, lifting your head slightly.

“don’t be mad at me babe” he whispers in your ear making your ears and cheeks heat up. “me and mina going back to her dorm, and denki and sero going to theirs, what are the two of you doing?” kirishima asks you and katsuki.

“we’re going back to the dorm” he says plainly, shocking you. “we are?” your voice was small and barely heard. “yea let’s go” he says before gently shoving you in the back of the car.

the two of you going to the very back of the car and wait for everyone else to pack up in the car. “you were very brave y/n” katsuki says in a hush voice as he gets closer to you. next thing you know you feel a pair of soft plump lips against yours, catching you off guard you pull back on instinct.

your eyes widen as you look at katsuki. his eyes filled with worry before he awkwardly chuckles “m’ sorry shouldn’t have done-” your lips cut him off as you bring him in for a kiss.

his hands instantly going to your waist as he leans against you, forcing you to lean back. “kat’s” you whisper against his mouth during the bruising kiss. “what’s wrong babe?” he questions as he pulls back. you hide your face in your hands before liking back at him.

“v’ never gotten far” you express in a hush tone not wanting his friends to hear the conversation. katsuki looks down at you before laughing loudly.

“yer’ too pretty to be a virgin y/n” he says before thinking, his eyes widened before he scrambles to fix his words. “i mean you're so pretty that every guy would want to jump in those pretty panties,” he explains while stroking your cheek.

“it’s not that i can’t katsuki, i just was waiting on the right person.” he nods his head before sitting back. a couple minutes go by before he speaks again.

“am i the right person?” his voice was just above a whisper. you chuckle a bit before leaning over towards him. your plump lips ghosting over his, “yeah” you whisper before engulfing him into another kiss.

this once felt deeper than the last two, it felt more sensual between you two. your hands wrapping themselves into his hair as you straddle him. his hands squeezing your hips causing you to moan in his mouth.

“horndogs we’re here” kiri says in a playful tone. you abruptly let go of his hair and slide off his lap. “sorry” you apologize while getting out of the car feeling more embarrassed than you ever have before. katsuki on the hand was just as smug as ever, smirking to his friends as he stood beside you gripping your waist tightly.

“fuckin losers, see you whenever” he states before turning the opposite way, walking to the dorms. before you got too far you waved at your new friends and thanked them for the night.

he grips your ass in his palm as you walk the short distance to the dorm rooms.

once you make it to the dorm katsuki unlocks the room the fastest he’s ever had before. once you're in and he locks it he grabs your hand and leads you to his room where his hands are instantly on your body and his lips are against yours.

“be a good girl for me and sit on the bed” you follow his instructions and sit on the edge of the bed, anticipating the best night of your life. “where you going?” your voice as you see him walk out the room.

he doesn’t answer, but he comes back a few seconds later with nothing in his hands. “what happened?” you ask as you stand up walking towards him.

he grabs your hands and leads you back over to the bed. as the both of you sit, he asks you a question. “you sure you wanna’ do this?”

you kiss him for what feels like the millionth time today. “i need you katsuki” you say as your lips lead down his neck, making him groan slightly. “shit babe” he groans out as your hands move around his groin occasionally squeezing at it softly.

“i’ve liked you for a while katsuki, just too scared to say anything” you whisper against his ear making his eyes roll back.

katsuki soon realizes what you're doing and he’s not having it. “uh, uh, get on the floor y/n” his tone was now rough and aggressive. “kat’s-” you were cut off by the force of katsuki shoving you gently to the ground.

“you ever sucked cock before pretty girl?” you shake your head no as your eyes widen. “do you want to?” his hands caresses your face as you nod your head.

“take it out” his voice sounded mean and demanding so you did what he said. your hands unbutton his jeans and zip them down before pulling them down, with the help of him. as he sits in his calvin klein boxer briefs your nerves hits you like a train.

“are you gonna teach me kat’s?” your voice is as sweet as candy. he looks down at those big doe eyes of yours and smirks. “of course baby” and with that your hands pull down his boxers leaving you with no more layers to keep you from him.

his fully erect cock sits up with pre-cum dripping from the pink mushroom tip. his size was unbelievable as you examine it. “i know it’s big baby, but it isn’t gonna suck itself.” his voice taunting you as you look up at him. “well i don’t even know how to suck it asshole”

suddenly a smack is placed against your face catching you off guard. tears brim your eyes as you touch your face. “watch your tone” he reminds you as you suck up your tears, not wanting them to fall.

but as you collect yourself you feel your panties getting wetter. “can you teach me how daddy?” your voice was pleasing to him so he cooperated.

“lick the tip” you do as you're told and lick it, the sweet but salty taste hitting your tastebuds making your crave more. you feel katsuki shudder above you making you smile. “good girl, now lick the whole thing.” he tells you.

after you follow his instructions you decide you could figure this out yourself, wanting to surprise and please the man you’ve been crushing on all semester. you engulf his whole cock in your mouth catching him off guard. his hand instantly finds your head as you bob up and down against his cock.

“sh-shit babe, so fucking good” his hands guiding you as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure. suddenly you don’t feel your head moving up anymore, his hand forcing you to stay down as he fucks up into your mouth making your gag against him.

“that’s fucking right baby, gagging on my cock like a good whore should” he slurs out as he gets caught up from the euphoria your mouth is giving him.

once he lets go of your head you pop up instantly, choking against the spit and pre lodged in your mouth. “yer’ doin such a good job baby” katsuki slurs out as he jerks his cock up and down, waiting for your mouth to return. you cough a bit more before taking off your sweater leaving you in just your bra and small shorts. before returning back to his cock.

your jerk his cock like you just saw him do making his eyes roll back before moaning out your name once your mouth is back in his dick. “love this fuckin mouth” he states as he smacks your cheek that has his cock bulging against it.

you deepthroat him again, waiting for him to fuckup into your throat again. and once he does, the sound of gagging and spit is heard throughout the room. tears brimming at your lash line as he goes harder.

“fuck i’m cumming” he whines out before you feel him burst into your mouth, cum flooding your mouth as he rides out his orgasm, keeping you steady as he releases himself. once he’s done you feel him lift your head. “swallow that shit” he says as he sees you with a mouth full of his cum.

“good fucking girl” he chuckles out as he watches you swallow his cum. he looks at you intensively, looking at the cum and spit around your chin, neck and breast. he realizes he was the first guy to ever see you like this, and he wants to make sure he’s the last.

you watch as his hands glides against your chest, dragging the left over spit against it. “c’mere babe” he says as he lets go of you. you quickly stand up and notice how close the two of you were.

“lay on the bed” he directs you towards the bed as he takes off his shirt and throws it anywhere. you lay on the bed anticipating on what’s to happen next.

you watch him climb over you, lust deep inside his eyes as he pulls your shorts off your legs. “what’s next?” you ask him as your legs squeeze together, trying to feel something to ease the feeling of need between your legs.

“m’ eating you out” was all he said before pulling pretty pink panties down. katsuki gasps when he sees the big wet spot on your panties. “all this because of me?” his tone was taunting as he throws your panties anywhere around the room.

“no, airhead” you bark back at him making him chuckle and smile. smack! another harsh one landed across your face as moan escapes your mouth. “you like being slapped around?” you whine as your need starts to take over. “please suki, need to feel you” squeezing your legs together did nothing to help the growing need between your legs.

katsuki positions himself so that he’s in between your legs, face to face with your clothed cunt. he sees the outline of your lips being suffocated by the fabric (fat pumpum) thirsting after you more and more. his tongue sticks out his warm mouth before it’s licking the wet fabric making you shiver at the sudden action.

“i forgot how jumpy virgins are” katsuki laughs to himself as he reminisces in your taste. “and i forgot how much of a cocky bastard you are.”

Katsuki stops in his tracks once he hears your comment. “well you just sucked’ off this cocky bastard, so what’s your point?” he questions before biting down on the crotch of your drenched panties. your body jolts and you let out a loud moan letting him know that you like what he’s doing.

he stands on his knees before bending down slightly, hands attached to your hips as he glides your underwear down your legs slowly, watching the sticky string that attached your pretty pussy and those pretty pink panties.

“shit” he groans out as he places the underwear next to your body. he bends back down before getting face to face with your cunt. you look down at him before feeling his tongue sliding through your slit.

“fuck!” you moan out as he gets deeper and deeper, your hands shooting to his blonde locks, pulling on them slightly as you moan into the air. “kats,” you pant out as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

you feel him pull back before the sound of spit is heard and you feel it dripping down your pussy. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen babe” he says before diving back in.

you feel your climax approaching fast. you wrap your legs around katsuki’s head making him moan into your pussy. “m’ gonna cum ki!” you scream out as he sucks on your clit harshly.

you feel your muscles tighten and your hands grips his hair harder, your vision blacks out as you let out a loud pleasurable moan. your orgasm taking over your whole body as you feel weightless from it.

your body relaxes into the soft comforter below you. a small smile against your lips as you feel him come up to your face. placing a long loving kiss against your lips, instantly tasting yourself in his lips.

you feel his hand reach down to your back and unclipping your bra watching it fall down your arms. “so fuckin’ gorgeous” he slurs out as he watched you sit shyly on his bed.

“are you sure you wanna do this?” his tone was genuine and sincere. you grab his face in your hands placing a quick peck to his lips before responding “m’ sure ki, want you now” you whine against his lips making him smile against yours.

“lay down,babe” his voice was as smooth as butter for him to be commanding. you do as your gold paying against the soft sheets once again.

he climbs over you, face hovering over yours. his gold chain dangling in front of your face. his piercings shining through the dim light putting a smile on his face.

you see him spit on his hand before grabbing his cock. as he strokes his cock you decide to tease him. “please hurry ki need your cock inside me” you whine into the air making him shudder over a stroke. “such a pretty thing, but a filthy mouth”

he says as he lays a smack onto your face. you feel the slick of his spit and pre-cum on your cheek. “but you like it, don’t you ki?” your voice feigns innocence as you look at him with them big doe eyes of yours.

“of course i do babe” he says before bending down and spitting on your puffy pussy, watching it drip down onto his sheets. he slides the tip up and down through folds catching your juices with every stroke.

“please ki” your whines sound like music to his ears. “whatever you want babe.” he was already pussy drunk from just the tip, he wonders how the whole thing would make him feel. “ ts’ gonna feel weird at first babe, but ima make you feel good, promise” he says before slowly pushing in.

you wince a bit before stopping him. needing time to prepare. you feel him stretching you out. “shit kat’s, sooo big!” you exclaim as he pushes inside of you. “probably shouldn’t have taken a big one for your first time sweetheart.” he groans out slightly laughing.

“so tight sweetheart” he moans out as he pushes in more, bottoming out inside of you completely. your eyes roll to the back of your head once you feel him completely inside of you.

“so deep katsu” you whisper as his thrust starts to pick up, he immediately finds your g-spot hitting it continuously. “please kat’s!” you moan out, making him chuckle. “i’m already fucking yiu babe, what lord do you want?”

you moan again, wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him in deeper. his eyes roll back as a deep groan comes from him. suddenly you feel a heavy hand wrap around your throat, cutting off some air from your airways.

his thrusts get deeper to the point that he’s pounding inside of you. “turn over” he growls out as he lets go of your neck and pulls his dick from inside you.

you whine at the empty feeling but turn over asap. ass in the air and face down as you arch your back. “atta girl, such a whore” he says as he places a loud smack to your ass. you lowly whine as you wiggle your ass in his face.

“beautiful view.” he says as you feel the tip of his coco prodding at your entrance. once he’s fully in his thrust starts aggressive like he never stopped.

“m’ close kat’s” you moan out into his sheets, slobber running out your mouth. his hands fund their way into your hair pulling you up by it roughly. “don’t go cumming without me sweetheart” he says in your ear as his sultry tone sends shivers down your spine.

you clench down onto him making him slap your ass again as he pounds you into the mattress.

after a couple more minutes you feel him speed up in his thrust signaling that he’s close. you take the opportunity to fuck back into hik catching him completely off gaurd.

“shit, m’ gonna cum babe, cum with me y/n” his voice was commanding as his hips jackhammers into yours. “m cumin ki” you squeal into the air as you clench down on the man’s cock signaling that you're cuming.

“clenching me so hard babe!” he whines out as he gets a couple more thrust into you before groaning into your ear. “can i cum in you baby?” you nod your head yes feeling overstimulated as he thrust into your exhausted body.

“m’ cumming, shit i’m cuming for you” he whines as you feel him explode into you. his hot cum filling you up as you moan into the sheets.

after the two of your orgasms pass katsuki lays next to you, coddling your naked body with his. “thank you ki, felt so good” you whisper in his ear making him blush. “you did so well babe”

you feel katsuki feel around the bed a bit before pulling out his phone. he unlocks it and goes to the camera icon taking a few flicks of the two of you before taking a live photo of the two of you kissing, making you laugh after.

you watch as he sets the live photo to his screensaver, watching it over and over before saving it and turning off his phone. “so corny katsuki.”

——————————————————-

cheerleading practice is finally over as you see katsuki and the rest of your friends (bakusquad) sitting in the bleachers waiting for you to finish practice.

as you walk to the bleachers you see shindo and emmi arguing on the field. shindo going on about them being a mistake while emmi cries.

KARMA

once shindo sees you he nogga over to you quickly making katsuki shoot off the bleachers. “hey y/n, i’m really sorry about everything, i don’t even love emmi.”

“and i don’t love you, i love him” you exclaim once katsuki makes it to you. he wraps his arms around your waist while waiting for shindo to say something.

“love you more sweetheart” katsuki responds as he kisses your forehead leaving shindo looking dumbfounded.

“she’s such a pretty whore”

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#TOP OF THE CLASS! — GETO SUGURU.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ geto + virgin killing - your TA is nice, and more importantly, handsome. accidentally sending him nudes makes you realise he's also inexperienced

♱ kinktober ⋮ find the masterlist here !!

♱ pairing ⋮ college TA! geto suguru x student! reader

♱ length ⋮ 5.5k words (she tried okay. she did)

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, college! au, TA! geto, student! reader, med! student shoko, forging of legal documents (shoko forges you a doctor’s note lol), mentions of drinking + being under the influence, unprofessional relationships, explicit photography (taking + accidentally sending nudes), virgin! + inexperienced! geto, semi-public sex (in a campus office), teasing, humiliation, mentions of male masturbation, handjobs, blowjobs, nipple play, fingering, riding, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

♱ notes ⋮ here is the first kinktober post i hope you all enjoy and HAPPY OCTOBER ITS MY FAV SEASON

the first rule of being a college student is having good time management. that should’ve been something you remembered before saving this paper for the last minute—because now you’re beginning to regret overestimating your ability to finish all the research and the required components and hit the word count. and then you have to cite your sources—which is a pain, and the clock isn’t slowing even a little as it ticks away closer and closer to the deadline.

you’re doomed, finished for the semester before you could’ve even fully begun. you’re counting your moments to failure for a class you absolutely need to graduate. this paper is thirty percent of your grade—how could you have been so careless as to leave it so last minute?

“it’s useless,” you moan woefully into your phone, making shoko snort as you hear her continue to type away on her keyboard. it hits you that if shoko of all people is further along her paper than you—the same shoko that cheats on everything—then you’ve really let yourself go. “i’m never going to finish this on time,” you mutter.

“i told you to get started earlier,” she says matter of factly, almost with enough i told you so energy in her voice that you’re two seconds from storming over to her apartment and smashing her laptop to bits. but shoko has a point—even if you refuse to acknowledge it since…well, it’s shoko, after all.

“i’m not on call with you to lecture me,” you grumble, “i’m on call with you to help me find a solution. you think if i offer the TA a blow job, he’ll give me an A?”

shoko snorts, pausing her typing as if she’s actually contemplating the idea. “maybe, honestly. you know he’s our age, and he’s like years ahead of us? probably too busy with school to get any bitches,” she laughs, making you roll your eyes as a smile tugs at your lips no matter how hard you try to fight it.

“you know what, you might be right,” you chuckle. you almost feel bad for joking at his expense—your TA is nice, he’s young and kind and understanding, he takes time to slowly go over things when people have questions, he answers emails politely and quickly no matter how stupid the reason, he and has sensible rules that aren’t too strict. and, if you’re being honest, he’s rather handsome. “i wouldn’t mind giving him a blow job though,” you hum, “he’s cute.”

“gross,” shoko gags, “geto suguru is not cute.”

“he is too,” you argue, furrowing your brows as you huff, “he’s probably one of the few men i’ve seen who make a man bun work. and i know he’s ripped under that sweater, he has to be. i saw him leave the gym the other day, and his arms were huge.”

“he’s probably just trying to get bitches,” shoko snorts, “i bet he’s a virgin.”

“shut up,” you laugh, and for a moment, your mind wanders to your stupidly handsome TA.

you shouldn’t be thinking about him this way—fantasizing about anyone who grades your papers is a line you shouldn't really cross, but you can’t help it. your thoughts turn into what hearing his smooth, deep voice would be like if he moaned into your ear, or what his bangs would look like stuck to his sweaty forehead, or what his abs would look like clenching as he cums, or how breathless he’d sound as he whispers your name—

“wait, i just had an idea,” shoko interrupts your thinking with a gasp, making you shake out of your (very dirty) thoughts as you blink.

you clear your throat, trying your best not to sound flustered as you speak. “i’m scared to ask what the idea is—you’re not really known for having good ones,” you say warily. you can practically see her eyes roll without her being there with you—you’ve been friends with shoko long enough to know her like the back of your hand. and if you know her like you think you do, her idea is about to cause you a lot of stress.

“well, looks like i’m never trying to help you again,” she scoffs, “i could’ve written you a doctor’s note with a few of the copies i managed to snatch—but since you don’t want my help—”

“no, wait! you’re a genius,” you gasp happily, grinning wide as shoko huffs through the phone and mutters something faintly similar to ungrateful under her breath, “i could kiss you on the lips right now.”

“no thank you. you suck,” she hisses. you only giggle, relief flooding through your bones that maybe your grade is saved—and all thanks to having a friend who works in a doctor’s office. you silently send the universe your gratitude for having your best friend pursue a career in the medical field—the perks prove to be quite beneficial, it seems.

“just send me a picture of it and make it seem like i’m too sick to work on the paper, and i’ll tell him i won’t finish in time. a one day extension should be enough.”

“where would you be without me,” she grumbles quietly, “i’ll send it to you in a second. now please let me finish my paper in peace.”

“okay. love you, you’re the best.”

“i hate you.” the line clicks and you giggle, happily celebrating that you most likely have a saved grade and a free night to yourself now that shoko has so kindly offered you a solution. and of course, you’ll take this as a learning curve and appropriately plan to give yourself enough time for the next paper.

it’s not long before your phone dings and shoko’s contact pops up on your screen with, sure enough, a doctor’s note with today’s date and reason for the visit. shoko has even taken the liberty to make you seem contagious—just so you can skip class tomorrow for good measure. beaming, you text a quick thanks bestie <3 in response—too happy to even care that she sends you an emoji flipping you off.

and it doesn’t take you long to craft the email either, making sure to properly address him with a greeting, adding apologies for the inconvenience—and as the icing on the cake, a promise that it won’t ever happen again in the future. you click the photo to upload the doctor’s note, and without even a second thought, you click send.

and then within the split second that the email sends, and you realize just which photo you’ve accidentally clicked, your life flashes before your eyes.

“no,” you mumble, “no no no,” you chant as you quickly open the email you’ve sent, eyes wide and throat dry.

the photo is not the picture of the doctor’s note shoko sent—instead, it’s the picture right under it in your camera roll. the picture that’s not very suitable for sending your TA. the picture of your tits, just barely covering your nipples with your arm. the picture you took through giggles while changing after getting a little tipsy the night before (you’d felt just a tad bit sexy in your makeup.)

you sit in silent shock as you register that you just sent your TA your nudes—and just to make matters worse, he responds almost instantly, making your heart drop as you stare at his emailed reply with a shaky hand holding up your phone.

please meet me in my office tomorrow before class so we can discuss the above email.

suddenly, your worries are a lot more complicated than simply failing a class.

———————————————

you barely slept the night before, if at all, to be completely honest with yourself. the worst-case scenario runs through your head the entire time you toss and turn in bed. geto is probably going to report this, and then you’ll get expelled, and then you’ll never make it with a successful career, and then you’ll never be able to show your face to anyone you know again.

your feet are as heavy as lead as they drag along the walk to his room, and you contemplate turning back and never showing up to his office, maybe simply even just refusing to ever return to campus at all. maybe you can move countries and start over somewhere else—maybe you can change your name and make a new life for yourself.

but instead, you take a deep breath and knock on the door, waiting until you hear a soft come in before you enter. geto is seated at the desk, typing away at his laptop before meeting your eyes as you walk in.

“uh…hi,” you start, standing awkwardly by the door.

“hello,” he says, eyeing you slightly before looking back at his screen. if he has any ill feelings about last night, he does a good job of hiding it—you can’t read a single emotion on his face. somehow, that makes things worse. “have a seat,” he gestures at the chair across from him on the other side of the desk, waiting for you to seat yourself nervously in front of him.

you sit down, watching as he opens his mouth to start—but you begin speaking before he can. “look, i know that email was really inappropriate, and i’m really sorry—it was an accident, i swear! i meant to click on the picture above it, and i didn’t realize—”

“i understand,” he cuts you off as he holds a hand up, offering you a kind smile that makes you tilt your head in confusion, “it’s fine.” fine. fine? he’s…just fine with it? he’s just willing to let you off the hook? “i’m not much older than you,” he chuckles, “i’m not foreign to these things. i’m sure you’re active in…that aspect of your life.”

oh god—why you? why of all people did this have to be you? why is the world so hellbent on making your life miserable in every aspect?

you eye the coiled wires of the phone on his desk, and you contemplate strangling yourself with them before he can say something anymore embarrassing. but, you have to admit—this is far better than being told you’ve been reported to the dean for misconduct.

“i’m really sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” you fiddle with your fingers as you avoid his gaze, “i really did mean to send you a doctor’s note. i just didn’t realize i hit the picture under it.”

“like i said, it’s okay,” he reassures. calm. he’s almost too calm about this. too okay with it. almost like…like he didn’t mind at all in the first place.“but i wanted to make sure you’re aware of how fragile photos like that are.”

“huh?” you raise a brow. now, this is not where you expected the conversation to steer. you expected a lecture on how sending an educator your explicit photos is highly unprofessional, that it’s unacceptable and suggests other things—things that are completely against the rules and completely out of question to even consider.

“i mean, photos like those getting into the wrong hands can lead to really bad predicaments,” geto continues, clearing his throat as he closes his laptop and meets your gaze. he looks you dead in the eye as he speaks his next words, “and i wouldn’t want sensitive content of you circulating around campus.”

“right,” you nod slowly, “it’s not like i send them around, or anything. i was just a bit drunk that night, and i was in my room bored, and my makeup was cute so i was feeling good about myself…and…and…yeah…” you trail off.

why are you even explaining this to him in such detail? you silently curse yourself in your head, beating yourself up for running your mouth so much.

“oh, that’s good to know,” he nods, “i’m glad to hear that. no one else has possession of these photos?”

you eye him slowly, “nope,” you confirm. “just you—by accident, of course.”

you’re not sure if you imagine it, or if the situation as a whole is making you overinterpret everything that’s happening—but you’re almost certain you hear his breath hitch a little. he’s no longer looking at you, no longer burning you under his gaze like he was just a minute ago.

“right, by accident,” he repeats. it’s slow, like he’s reminding himself, like he has to speak slowly to process the information. “well, i hope this serves as a lesson for being more careful next time. you don’t want young men to save such pictures of yourself for ulterior motives.”

geto suguru, your teacher’s assistant for intro to literature 1301, seems to be rather invested in your well-being—more than a TA really should be. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s almost disappointed that you sent him a significantly revealing photo of yourself by accident instead of intentionally. and, if you squint just a little, it almost seems like he doesn’t want anyone else to have the pictures. not because he’s concerned for you—but rather, because he wants to be the only one who’s seen them.

your thoughts from last night come flooding back, how he’s probably well built under his shirt, how shoko thinks he’s still a virgin, and especially how he probably looks and sounds when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure. and geto suguru might think he has you cornered like a cat would a mouse, but what he doesn’t know is that you’ve been the serpent the whole time, fangs ready to sink into him and devour him whole.

“you know, you seem like you speak from experience,” you can’t help but grin slightly.

now, logically speaking, this is wrong—this is pushing the kindness he so graciously showed you. by now, you should be fighting back tears as you figure out a way to break the news to everyone you know that you’ve had to receive an expulsion for sending your TA nudes. by now, your life should’ve been at an all time low, so you really shouldn’t be testing your luck.

but geto has practically seen your tits, so you’re not really sure there’s any point in acting like an angel around him—and he’s so incredibly hot in that button up shirt of his, sleeves rolled halfway up his arm. plus, the thought of him being your inexperienced TA, one who lets you strip him of his innocence as you slowly taint his purity—it excites you a little more than it really should.

he clears his throat, not meeting your eyes. this time, yours bore into him through a searing gaze that almost makes him shift uncomfortably.

“well, like i said, i am around your age, so i know how men’s minds work when it comes to these things—”

“so then tell me,” you raise a brow, smirking slightly as his jaw clenches, “is it because your mind works the same way?”

“now—”

“did you save my tit pics to your phone?” you ask bluntly. he hides the choked cough through a clearing of his throat—bingo, you think. almost instantly, the room shifts to him being nervous under your gaze as you eye him smugly.

something about sweet, kind, successful geto suguru, young and ambitious with a perfect gpa and a flawless resume, being hot and bothered by your breasts makes you swell with pride—and you think maybe…maybe giving him a blow job might not be such an outlandish thought after all.

maybe he wants it to be a reality just as badly as you do.

“w-what are you implying—”

“did they turn you on?” you interrupt, watching as his cheeks heat up a slight flush of pink, “did you wish i’d moved my arm down so you could get the full view?” he clears his throat, opening his mouth to speak, but you don’t give him the chance. “was that the first nude you’ve ever been sent?”

“i think that’s enough,” he says sternly, but his voice is slightly higher in pitch—which tells you everything you need to know. and you’re enthused. “keep in mind, i could have every intention to notify the dean of these—”

“but suguru,” you pout, rolling his first name off your tongue so sweetly, he can’t help but be hungry for another taste of something so decadent, “if you tattle on me, you’ll never get a chance to actually see my nipples this time,” you giggle, “isn’t that what you want?”

“i—”

“i wonder,” you grin wickedly, “did you act like every other guy our age and jack off to a random girl’s tits?”

you must hit close to home because he lets out a shaky exhale, jaw tight and fists clenched as his knuckles turn pale. he swallows thickly before finally meeting your eyes, face a deep shade of crimson as you grin at him widely.

“i…i’m not…immune to things of that nature,” he finally admits, voice strained as your grin widens. almost instantly, you’re standing up, locking the door behind you and making your way over to his side of the desk without hesitation. the cards have been dealt in your hand, all that’s left is to play them—and you’re pleased to say that the game is heavily leaning in your favor.

“wanna show me?” you ask with a sultry voice, “wanna show me how you fucked your fist last night? i’ll even let you see my nipples this time around,” you murmur as you seat yourself on his lap.

geto scoots his chair back and makes room for you, breathing heavily as his pants strain with the tent already forming in them. his breath hitches when your hand rubs over his erection—and he curses himself for being so pathetic as to let a few words from you let him get riled up like this. but you’re so pretty—always have been.

you sit in class and chew on the top of your pen, making it hard to avert his attention from your mouth. you tilt your head and furrow your brows so cutely when you’re confused, making it hard for him to concentrate on what he’s teaching. you laugh so sweetly out of glee when you do something correctly, and your voice shoots right through his heart—and sometimes, as ashamed as he is to admit it, straight to his dick too.

and he’s well aware of how bad of an idea this is, but this is everything he’s ever dreamt about—right here under the palm of his hands. literally. so he grips your hips tightly, bringing you to rub over him through your own pants. the friction makes him throw his head back, moaning quietly as your clothed cunt drags along his length. you chuckle, palms gliding over his chest through his shirt and feeling the firm muscle under your hands.

“does that feel good?” you ask, making him stifle a whimper as you glide over his nipples through his shirt.

your hands move to unzip his pants—and the best part? he lets you. he sits back and lets you free his aching cock from its confinements, he lets you wrap your fingers around his thick girth and squeeze gently, and he lets you pull the soft, low moans you’ve fantasized of hearing from his lips as you smear his pre cum along his shaft and stroke him slowly.

“f-fuck,” he grunts, hips bucking into your hand, lips tugging between his teeth as he pants harshly with every squeeze at the base of his cock. and because you really can’t help it, you lean down to kiss along his jaw, making your way to his neck and nibbling at his skin. he groans, whispering your name—it makes your thighs squeeze together as a dull ache forms between your own legs. “feels…feels so good,” he mumbles breathlessly, “so different when you do it.”

you giggle, watching him carefully so as not to miss a single reaction. “oh yeah? you know, shoko said you were probably a virgin,” you purr against his ear, making his hands clutch onto your hips tighter, “you seem to be proving that theory right.”

“d-don’t stop,” he pleads when your hand slows, making his hips thrust sloppily into your fist and try to keep your earlier pace going. but you’re mean—just a tad bit cruel, and you wanna see him ooze with shame. so you squeeze on his cock, stilling the movement and making him rasp as he buries his head into your neck with a whine.

“are you a virgin, suguru?” you hum, stroking his hair soothingly—but it contradicts the teasing tone of your voice.

his face burns in your neck, “yes,” he mumbles quietly, like the admission stings.

“how cute,” you pout, “so no one’s ever sucked your dick before?” he shakes his head slowly into the crook of your neck—but it’s not nearly as satisfying when he’s hiding, so you pull his face away despite his initial protesting. “i want to hear it,” you say firmly.

“fuck—no,” he groans, his face an even deeper shade of red than you thought was possible, “no, no one has ever…you know…”

“sucked your dick?” you grin.

“stop,” he whines. you chuckle quietly before climbing off his lap and sinking down to your knees before him, looking up at his shocked face with a smirk.

“wanna know something?” you hum, “i’ve thought about sucking your dick.”

“thinking about you TA like that?” he huffs a chuckle—but whatever semblance of composure he had, he loses as soon as you press a gentle kiss to the tip of his flushed cock, reddened and swollen at the head as beads of pre cum leak from the slit.

“just like you jack off to your student,” you shoot back, “you want it, suguru? do you want me to make you feel good?”

“god—yes,” he hisses, “get on with it,” he says as he’s throwing you a glare when you snicker up at him from in between his legs. you run your tongue along the tip, humming as you take in the taste of him before wrapping your lips around him and taking him down your throat.

the reaction is instant—geto slumps back against his chair, gasping as you swallow around him, bobbing your head up and down his length. you loosen your jaw, fucking him with your mouth, letting your tongue drag along the thick vein running across the underside of his cock. his hand falls to the top of your head while the other grips the armrest of his chair, skin turning white over his knuckles as he tightens his hold with each time the warmth of your mouth swallows around him.

“oh—g-god, shit that’s it,” he grunts, hips bucking into your throat as you pick up your pace. “feels fuckin’ amazing—oh, fuck.”

your hand wraps around the base of his member, pumping what won’t fit in your mouth so no part of him is left neglected. and when your other hand reaches for his balls, rolling the sensitive sacs in your hand and squeezing gently, he rewards you with a whine, voice lilting off to a high pitched moan as his hips thrust up instinctively. your nose brushes against his pelvis, and with a few more swallows, you feel him twitch in your mouth.

“fuck, fuck, ‘m c-close,” he pants, chest falling and rising erratically. you look up, watching through teary eyes as spit and pre cum dribble down your chin, taking in the pretty sight of his face flushed and his skin damp, bangs clinging to his forehead just like you imagined them to. “don’t stop—’m gonna cum…gonna…gonna make me cum,” he rasps.

you moan around him, and the vibrations send him over the edge, hips raising as he groans loudly. hot, thick ropes of his cum paint your mouth, seeping past your lips and dripping down your chin as you try your best to swallow what you can. geto sounds better than you expected—voice deep and raspy, but still the same smoothness it always holds even through the cracks as he brokenly calls your name.

the sound of his voice as he moans your name makes your walls clench around nothing and your clit throb. you let him fuck himself into your mouth through his high, riding out the last waves of his orgasm as pleasure burns through every nerve and every inch of him. when he finally slumps back into his chair, breathing harshly, you pull off of his cock, wiping the mess from your chin on your sleeve. and before you can open your mouth to tease him some more, you’re pulled back onto his lap, his mouth on yours, kissing you deep.

“this’ll have to be a secret,” he mumbles, “for both of us.”

for someone who’s never done anything like this before, geto rids you of your clothes almost expertly, lifting your shirt over your arms and sliding your pants off in an instant. he groans when his fingers trace over your clit—which you’re happy to know he can find—and feels the wetness of your slick drooling over the fabric.

“c’mon, suguru,” you hum, voice edging on a little impatient, “go ahead and touch a pussy for the first time.”

he huffs, yanking the fabric to the side before sinking his ring and middle fingers into you, knuckle deep as this thumb runs circles along your clit. you whine, grinding your hips down on his hand, impatiently waiting for him to move.

“for someone who’s experienced,” he grins, “you’re awfully impatient.”

you open your mouth to respond, but as soon as you try to retort, his fingers thrust into you, hitting the sensitive spot of your walls with ease and making you cut yourself off with a moan. he scissors his fingers, stretching you open as your head falls to his shoulder with soft whimpers, feeling him curl his digits deep into you. you whine as your clit hits over his palm, feeling the slow build up of the coil in your belly reach the snapping point.

“keep going,” you encourage, “‘m close, k-keep going—fuck, suguru!”

“god, you’re so pretty,” he breathes, watching as your head tips back and your mouth parts with a silent sob, watching as you break—all because of him. your walls spasm around his fingers as they bully into you and ride you through your orgasm, and your lips are slightly swollen from biting on them, eyes crinkled as you screw them shut, skin damp and glistening as sweat coats your forehead.

perfect—you look perfect, and suguru has fantasized about this image in his head for so long, he can hardly believe it’s a reality before him.

your hands find his long hair, tugging and twisting at the strands that slip between your fingers as the last few waves of your high crash over you.

the rest is a blur—somewhere through rough and sloppy kisses, through rolled hips and soft groans as you grind against each other, geto has managed to unclasp your bra, letting your tits bounce freely. his hands immediately cup around them, squeezing gently before his lips pull away and his eyes fall to your chest.

“fuck, they look better in person,” he grunts, rolling his thumbs over your pebbled nipples before pinching them lightly and rolling them between his fingers. you squeal, and your cunt is dripping—smearing your slick along his bare thigh as he teases over the sensitive skin. “feels good?” he mumbles.

“so good—don’t stop,” you moan, making his breath hitch in his throat. grinning, you open your eyes, hazy with lust, meeting his own unfocused gaze, “doing so well, suguru. making me feel so good.”

geto likes praise. you can tell that much alone from his hefty list of accomplishments on his resume. he’s beaming with pride the first day your professor introduces him in class while explaining how capable he is at his young age. he does a good job of staying humble, but you never fail to notice the twinge of excitement in his eyes when he’s praised for his impressive work ethic.

there’s no exception now either—his eyes search yours for every hint he can find that he’s doing a good job, that he’s doing well and giving you exactly what you want. you swear his cock twitches when you say the word good—and he seems to notice it too because there’s a shaky breath against your neck as he groans.

“fuck,” he breathes, hands falling to your hips and gripping tightly, desperately, when your hand grabs his throbbing cock, still hard and leaking pre cum from the reddened tip. “want to feel you,” he groans, “please.”

it’s all it takes for you to sink down on him, forehead pressing to his as you both moan against each other’s mouths. he’s big—long and thick, curved at an angle that makes him sink against your sweet spot almost perfectly, almost like he was made for you. it’s a shame he’s your TA, a small part of you almost feels a twinge of disappointment he can’t fully be yours.

“fuck, suguru,” you gasp, “so big, feels so good.”

he whines, helping lift your hips up and guide you down on his cock, your hips rolling against his, the sound of your moans and the slapping of skin filling up the small office. you’re sure anyone passing by could hear and figure out what’s going on—but it only thrills you more, making you slam down on him faster.

“so tight,” he grunts, “g-god, so fucking tight, i can’t—”

his hands are everywhere, they dig into your hips, glide up to cup your tits, and find the back of your neck to pull you close and meet your lips. he’s panting, sweat making strands of hair cling to his forehead as his skin flushes a deep shade of crimson. his hips buck up into you, meeting you halfway with desperate thrusts, trying to feel you deeper.

your head is spinning—not just from the way his thick girth splits you open, or from the way his tip slams against your spot so perfectly, but from the way his touch seems to light your skin up with every drag of his fingertips. and then he brings one hand down between your bodies, rubbing his thumb against your clit in harsh circles.

“are you gonna cum, suguru? cause i am,” you moan, “wanna be good and cum with me? fill me up nice and full?”

“sh-shit,” he lets out a shaky breath. he does want to fill you up—wants to cum deep into you so you’re dripping as you walk out of his office. so that when you sit in class and stare at him as he teaches class, you can’t help but think of the way he was buried to the hilt inside you just hours ago. “yeah…yeah, ‘m gonna cum. gonna fill you up, baby,” he groans, “stuff you full of my cum. want it?”

“wan’ it so bad, suguru,” you whine, “look so pretty when you cum, wanna see it again.”

and with a few more rolls of your hips, the squelching sounds of his cock slipping in and out of you all but drowned out but your pants, you fall off the edge—geto not far behind. you can feel his cock twitch as he shoots rope after rope of his thick cum into you, angling his hips up to fuck it deep into your pussy. it’s a mess, your slick mixed with his seed dripping along your thighs and coating your skin, but you can’t find it in you to care. and you also can’t find it in you to care that you’ll have to leave after this and see him again as you sit through his class. and you certainly don’t have it in you to care that you could both get in serious trouble if anyone realized this was happening.

instead, you cup his cheeks with a gentleness that makes his breath hitch in his throat with a strangled whine, and you kiss him, hard and deep.

“f-fuck, fuck—ngh, shit,” he gasps, against your mouth in labored pants. it’s never felt like this—cumming into his fist is one thing, but cumming into your tight walls, feeling them squeeze around him in sync with his high is something he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget. he thinks you’ve ruined touching himself for him, thinks he’ll never be able to go back to being fine with just his hand to keep him company when he’s aching between his legs.

after this, geto isn’t sure how he’s supposed to just forget this happened—or about you. his hands don’t stop guiding you onto his cock, hips not ceasing to fuck up into you until you’re both whimpering from sensitivity.

it’s too much—but somehow, it’ll never be enough.

you slump over him when he finally slows down to a stop, bodies a sweaty heap against each other on his chair as his arms wrap around you and his lips find your damp forehead for a soft kiss. you turn your head, pressing a kiss to his jaw in return.

“so,” you wriggle your brows, “can this count as extra credit?” you ask cheekily, feeling his chest rumble with a low chuckle as he pulls you tighter against his chest.

“sure. i’ll even give you enough extra credit opportunities to be top of the class,” he grins.

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yoongis-black-grilfriend · 2 years

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Misunderstanding

Summary; Your boyfriend and his band are hosting a Halloween themed show for the holiday. Things are going well until Eddie suddenly decides that he wants to fuck his girlfriend on stage.

Warnings: voyeurism, Creaming, penetrative sex, Cockwarming?, Spitting, Humiliation, Mean!Eddie, Overstimulation? Eddie plays the drums in this sorry.

You sway your hips to the beat of the current song that your boyfriend was playing. You were dressed in a short dress that went along with Eddie's outfit because he wanted to match.

He kept meeting your eye throughout the whole night and you could tell he was becoming more and more impatient throughout the songs that he was playing. The song came to an end and you heard “We're going to be taking a quick break and then we'll be back guys.” Your boyfriend said through his microphone putting his sticks down.

Some people let out a whine as they didn't want the band to stop playing and others took the time to get something to drink or use the bathroom. His bandmates took this time to go catch some groupies that were eyeing them all night so it was just the two of them left on the stage.

“Come up here baby” You had a little smile on your face as you had your way up on the stage. He pushed his chair back with a lustful look in his eyes. As soon as you made it close enough to him and cupped your face into his hand and slammed his lips into yours.

Letting out a small whimper Eddie lets out a deep groan with finally being able to feel his lips on your moving in sync like waves in the ocean. He detaches your lips and attaches them to your neck letting his tongue roam your neck he lets his hands travel to your legs and lets his hand creep under your dress. He uses his pointer finger to feel the dampness collecting in your panties.

In a hurry he pulls them off and puts them to his nose, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when he smells your essence on them. “Fuck you are so perfect baby, I just want to take you right now”

You let out a small chuckle that he took as you mocking him. He quickly wrapped his huge hands around your neck causing the air from your lungs to disappear. He was about to say something until one of his managers came in.

“You guys can finish up later, the next set is starting” Eddie takes this with a grain of salt and moves one of his hands to your cheeks squeezing your lips together your lips are now in a pout. “Open your slutty mouth now” you try to open your mouth as much as his hand would allow Eddie to move closer to your face and let a glob of spit travel onto your tongue.

It feels like it travels down your throat and you swallow it. He rubs his thumb on your cheek before you feel a sharp pain on it making your head be forced to the other side. The pain hurt but it turned you on and actually put a smile on your face. Your boyfriend wasn't mean to you for no reason. He genuinely thought that you were making fun of him (which you weren't) but you're not going to tell him that you liked him when he would mean like this.

Someone clears their throat and you try to scramble off the stage forgetting that someone was still there but Eddie grabs your waist. “No you don’t, you're going to sit on my cock during the rest of this performance since you think this shit is funny.”

He drags you over to his drum set unbuckling his black pants and taking his cock out of his boxers. You could already tell he was hard just by looking at him and he grabs your wrist. Rubbing the shaft he rubs it against your pussy for a couple of moments before slamming his cock into bullying his thick cock into a tight pussy you let out a loud gasp feeling his cock fully stretch your walls out.

Tears sprung in your eyes as you didn't have any time to adjust. Eddie's bandmates were already making their way up the stage not even batting an eyelash when they saw you sitting on your boyfriend's lap. Before you could say something or even protest everyone started flooding the doors and surrounding the stage.

He picked up his sticks and you closed your eyes to hide the fact that you were in pure bliss right now. He leaned close to the microphone. “I hope you guys don’t mind that I have my lady here with me, you guys know how it can get with them sometimes,” he said and the crowd laughed.

You were trying so hard not to show any kind of emotion but the feeling of thrusting his hips into your stomach was doing so many things to you right now. Looking down you see Eddie's foot pressing down pon the petal to hit the drum as he bounced up and down along to the beat of his music. Looking into the crowd you saw how everyone was enjoying themselves in their costumes under the orange lights in the stadium.

Then as the song picked up going to the chores so did Eddie’s pace. He leans over to your ear “Everyone in this crowd can see how good you're being fucked, How does that feel?” he asked and you said nothing the pleasure you were feeling was way too strong. “Answer me right now before I pull out of you and actually show all these people how hard you're being fucked, sweetheart.”

“It feels good Eds, so fucking good I’m going to cum soon daddy.” The ending of the song was approaching and so was your orgasm. “Cum all over my cock give me everything you got” trying to keep your straight face you turn your face into his shoulder as you felt the knot at the bottom of your abdomen about to snap.

With one last hit of his drums, you cum sinking your teeth into your boyfriend's shoulder to block out your screams Eddie reaches down secretly rubbing your clit and riding out your orgasm, feeling you cream all over his cock clenching your walls around him causing him to cum deep inside you. Suddenly you cry out again as another song begins.

You forgot that that was only the first song of the second set.

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Customer Service

Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader

Word count: around 3K

Summary: Chris needs you to complete what is missing in his bedroom decor.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Pining, employer/employee relationship, up skirting (w/consent?), white panty kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving) squirting, graphic mirror sex, p in v, sex standing up, creampie, good girl kink, Dom Chris if you squint, implied blow job. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).

Author’s note: I guess maybe I’m back? Idk. It’s been a while. Let me know what you think.

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“Did you just ask me if I… Wanna do you in your bedroom?”

Your eyes were wide and you’d nearly choked on your drink, not believing what he’d just asked you.

Chris guffawed loudly, causing everyone to either look over or shake their heads, used to his expressions of mirth.

“Wow. Freudian slip much?”

“Fuck you, Chris.”

You rolled your eyes as you took another gulp, a little bit mortified.

“Hmmmm. There it goes again.”

He grabbed your hand as you walked away, pulling you back to where you were. You were heated and Chris seemed to be enjoying it. He always teased you every time you were around.

“Calm down, Gorgeous, I’m just messing with you. What I meant was, do you want to redecorate my bedroom? You did a great job in here.”

He indicated your mutual friend's basement, which you’d redesigned the past summer into a game/media/entertaining space. You looked around slowly, taking in every detail to which you’d paid close attention.

Chris always found a reason to talk to you at your friend’s get togethers, eternally flirty, but you did not take it seriously. Although you were attracted to him, it was never the right time. Either you were taken, or the rumors were that he was. And anyway, it was just harmless fun. No way he’d be interested in you.

“Gorgeous.”

As your eyes came back to Chris, he was looking at you, and not the decor. He cleared his throat and took another drink, eyes still on you.

“When I look around my bedroom, there just seems to be something missing. And so that leads me to you.”

You just stared at him, not wanting to respond this time. Chris took it as reticence.

“Come on. As a favor to me? Pwease?”

Chris pouted and poked out his ruby red bottom lip. You laughed at him.

“You’re just a great big brat, aren’t you?”

You sighed as he grinned knowingly.

”Ok. But it’s not a favor. It’s business. And I’m not cheap.”

Chris raised his eyebrow at you.

“Nothing that is worth having ever is.”

—-

Taking this gig seriously tested your willpower. During the frequent meetings in his bedroom, you’d had to hold yourself back from tackling him onto the huge bed and fucking his brains out.

But that wasn’t professional.

So you’d remained strong and took in the details of this room, which only had a huge bed and stark white decor. He was right. It needed some color.

You and he began the hunt all over New England for the perfect pieces to complete the look of his most intimate space, Chris wanting to use the new 4x4 pickup truck he’d bought soon after you were hired. Since he was between projects, you two spent a lot of time together, discussing design, among other things. He was a very involved client.

And a perfect gentleman.

Until one crisp fall weekend, when everything changed.

Early that morning, Chris pulled up to your house to pick you up, not opening the door for you as he usually did when you climbed up into the truck.

“‘Lo. Gorgeous. You good?”

Chris drawling his nickname for you in that Boston accent behind the wheel of a pickup truck was the subject of many of your fantasies. But you couldn’t let him catch you slipping.

His eyes skimmed up and down your body as you smoothed your dress down and settled in to put on your seatbelt. You looked at him as he stared at you.

“Good morning, Chris. I am. Are you?”

You crossed your legs, showcasing your legs and cowboy boots under your short corduroy dress. Chris’ eyes darkened and his jaw clenched and he moved toward you, then seemed to think better of it as he settled back into his seat.

“Just peachy.”

You wondered what his deal was, but you pushed down your feelings and got out your phone, checking your list of antique shops. After all, this was business. You could feel his eyes on you as he pulled out of your driveway and got on the road.

It was a beautiful drive, but there was a new, more dangerous tension between you as the morning progressed. and you felt that something was going to snap any minute. Chris was a man of few words today, responding to you with grunts and nods. There was something going on that you couldn’t name. It put you on edge.

The morning was tense, and as you entered the fourth shop before you circled back for lunch, Chris hung back, looking for a brass fireplace tool set as you searched for a wardrobe. You didn’t know it, but he was also checking for you as his eyes followed you throughout the store.

You almost stumbled over the cause of your undoing. Chris was pure sex on legs in jeans and a flannel shirt, signature baseball cap on over his hair which was newly buzzed and a scruff of a beard growing back in. You were too distracted by thoughts of him to notice his reaction to you as you walked through the old shop, which was filled to the brim with treasures.

Chris was watching your legs in the cowboy boots when you backed up to the object in question as you sized up a large piece of furniture.

“Ay, yo!”

You and the woman with gray in her hair looked up to see Chris give you a nod, full of arrogance and ownership. You were taken aback from across the shop as the owner smirked and looked back down to her ledger as Chris strode over to you, in full frat boy mode. His broad shoulders, slim hips and long legs made you feel some kind of way and you backed up further as he approached.

Chris took in your wide eyes and moved you with just his proximity, hands in his pockets as he looked down at you like some asshole at a college party. God, you hated how your body responded to him. But the way he made you feel was like nothing else in the world. Maybe you would say something when the job was done.

Maybe not.

Chris reached out to touch your arm and you stopped retreating, staring up into those clear blues shaded by the bill of his baseball cap as he smirked down at you. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, and then down to your side and back up at you, eyes shining.

Curious, you looked down and saw a small oval shaped end table, it’s top a mirror. It came up to your mid thigh and gave Chris a perfect view up your dress.

You shook your head at him, heart beating a mile a minute, but you didn’t move. Chris stared you down and spoke in a low tone which only you two could hear.

“I have to have that.”

He nodded down to the table, which reflected your ass back up to you both as you gazed down on it.

“You want it in your bedroom?”

Your voice was deep with desire as you asked the question. You were so close now, and looking up at him and his lips. You wondered how they would feel on your body.

“Want it. Need it. Bad.”

The way his voice broke a little bit was everything. There was no mistaking this conversation. You moaned a little yourself and cleared your throat.

“What are you going to do with it?”

The sexual tension was so high, you needed to climb over it and just do it.

Chris’s long lashes fanned his cheek as he looked down again and back up into your eyes.

“I’ll need to show you. In my bedroom. I imagine it will look good. Really good.”

Your breath hitched at the possibilities. You weren’t misreading any meaning this time.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Can you see the possibilities? Judging from what I see, I think you’re right there with me.”

You looked down to see that the vision of your soaked panties was plainly visible in the mirrored table top. There was no denying it. And you didn’t want to any more.

“You should get it.”

Chris gave a sexy side smile at your hoarse whisper.

“Oh. I intend to.”

Chris leaned down, his hand faintly brushing your thigh when he reached for the table. He smirked as he turned and headed toward the register.

You were too flustered to be able to breathe in the old store, so you walked out into the crisp fall air to catch your breath. You did not believe this was happening, and had almost convinced yourself that it hadn’t by the time Chris stalked out of the store, the table in hand. You climbed back into the truck as he put it in the back with the rest of the morning’s purchases. You tried in vain to stop thinking throughout the 20 minute drive.

When you arrived at his home, you jumped out of the truck, ready to call an Uber to take you home as he called to you from his door.

“Y/N.”

He nodded his head at you and you obeyed, following him into the house. You stopped in the living room, but was propelled forward as he jerked his head into his bedroom. You slowly moved forward, walking toward him and the table which he had put down near him in front of the bed.

“L-l-looks good.”

You were shook. You didn’t think you’d escape his bedroom untouched this time. And you didn’t think you wanted to.

“C’mere.”

Chris reached for your hand and you moved to give it to him. You two stared each other down, and then started to speak. At the same time.

“Chris,--”

“Y/N, am I–”

You both stopped and chuckled.

“You’re right–”

“Cause I gotta tell ya-”

You stopped again, and Chris took off his hat, running his fingers through his hair. You just had to feel it between your fingers, and as you moved, he reached for you too, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You came together like a pair of magnets, unable to resist each other any longer.

Your first kiss was heady, teeth and tongue and lips acting out stored-up need. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. Then, he leaned his forehead against yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Same. But I wasn’t sure you liked me like that.”

Chris shook his head and chuckled.

“For a smart woman, you can be pretty clueless sometimes. Everyone knows how I feel about you.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“No one told me.”

Chris was looking at your lips.

“You’re right. I should have. Y/N, L/N. I like you. I like you a lot.”

He kissed you again and pulled back.

“And like I said. I want you. I’ve been wondering what was under that dress all day, hoping it was nothing.”

“Oh really?”

Chris pulled you flush against him, and turned you around. You could feel the steel rod in his pants, and see him looking down. The table was right behind you.

“Yes. But what I saw in this table was so much better.”

Chris looked down again.

“White cotton panties. Do you know what that does to me?”

“No.” You smiled innocently. “What?”

You were enjoying the knowledge that you affected him.

“I had a dream about you this morning. White cotton panties against your beautiful skin. Almost busted a nut in my sleep like a fucking teenager.”

Chris was kissing your neck now, and your hands rubbed the erection inside his jeans.

“Woke up with the biggest hard on.”

You moaned.

“For me?”

“Yeah. for you. Do you want it?”

Chris pressed his crotch into your palm. You tried to grasp it in vain over his clothes. Then you reached for his button.

“Fuck yeah.”

You got his pants open and were able to feel the fullness of his member through his underwear. You licked your lips not wanting to split your lip on him, but wanting to try. He was looking down again.

“I know you’re wet, Gorgeous. Did I do that?”

Chris edged away from you and unbuttoned his flannel, threw it on the floor and then took off his t-shirt. How dare he ask that as he stood shirtless in front of you.

“You make me wet whenever you’re around, especially in this room.”

He moved toward you again, nodding.

“I get it. Usually I stroke one out before we meet. To keep my hands off you.”

You clenched as he pulled up your dress and pulled your panties tight between your folds. The friction was good, but somehow not enough. You wanted more.

“But this morning, I just let it ride. ‘S why I’m so wild right now. Tired of holding back..”

“Oh Chris…”

“Tell me no right now. And I will be able to stop. If not….”

He literally growled into your ear. His hands were at your hips now and going north, moving your dress up your body. You arched into him.

“Don’t stop Chris.”

His face changed and his hands stripped your clothes off.

You were wearing a white lace camisole, and your nipples were clearly hard beneath it.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he said, as he pulled it up over your head.

He grabbed you and his mouth descended down your body, stopping to worship and torture your nipples. One hand slipped inside your panties and he teased your slit, rubbing your wetness around them. You tried not to press your against his hand, but you were too wanton.

“I want to suck your dick, Chris.”

He moaned as you stroked his cock, running your thumb across his sticky wet tip. He shuddered.

“God I want that too, Gorgeous. Wanna see you try to take it all.”

His free fingers brushed your lips as his other hand teased inside your sopping hole.

“But first I’m going to taste you. Then I’m going to fuck you. And you will watch me do it.”

Before you knew it, your back was on the bed and Chris was on his knees in front of you, holding your legs open and staring at your pussy. Those eyes. Those lashes. Those lips as he licked them.

“Gorgeous.” He looked up at you. “Can I?”

You leaned up on your elbows, needing to see this.

“Please,” you begged, the anticipation getting to be too much.

Chris pushed your thighs wider to accommodate his shoulders and leaned in, hot breath fanning your lower lips as his mouth got near. He moved his hands close and pulled your pussy lips apart, the sound of your slick releasing as he separated you deliciously pornographic. He licked up and down your slit, and leaned back, huffing with indignation.

“Shit this is delicious.”

He tasted you again.

“You can’t be this perfect.”

And again.

“Holy shit.”

And then he immersed his face fully into your cunt, lickiing, swiping, sucking with his lips and tongue. You grabbed his hair and tugged, causing him to moan into your already-wrecked hole.

“Oh god, Chris….”

He pulled back, smacking his lips.

“That’s right. Give it to me.”

He lifted his hand, rotating his palm up, and slid his middle finger into you.

“So fucking tight. This is just one finger. Gotta loosen up, Gorgeous. Eyes on me.”

He winked and started to eat you out again, locking eyes with you. His tongue went to town, flicking your sensitive nub.

“Pinch those nipples for me, Gorgeous. Hard. Like a good girl.”

He spoke into your cunt and he looked down to watch you clench desperately around his digit. That’s when he slipped another in and started finger fucking you. Grinning, he leaned down again and took your clit between his teeth as he watched your fingers pinch and pull your breasts.

“Goo gul.” Good girl.

He spoke through your pussy, the vibrations of his voice coursing through you and causing the tight coil in your belly to snap and sending your release gushing into his face. He gladly took everything you gave him, lapping you up and groaning in gratitude. When your pulses slowed, he stood up and wiped his face with his t-shirt.

You stared at the ceiling, embarrassed that you came that hard, and all over him. Your cheeks were warm and you wouldn’t look his way.

“Hey.”

Chris was grabbing your hand. And bringing you upright, tilting your head up for a kiss. His eyes were full of admiration.

“I think I’m addicted to that shit. We’re going to have to do that again.”

He smiled down at you, and you smiled back as he walked you backwards to the table.

“But first, I gotta see this.”

Chris gently kicked your legs apart and positioned the table between them.

“Wanna see myself balls deep in your pretty little pussy from this angle, Gorgeous.”

He walked behind you, trailing his hand on your torso as he nestled himself against your back.

“Now watch closely.”

You looked down and gasped. It was so graphic, and so fucking sexy. Chris was pumping his cock and swiping it between your wet folds, causing sparks of sensation to radiate through your body. Looking at it from this perspective was a unique experience.

“So fucking hot.”

Chris’s deep voice in your ear and the drops of your arousal on the mirror caused you to try and chase his cock for relief, but he just held your hip fast with his hand to keep you still.

“Keep being my good girl, Gorgeous. Be patient.”

After listening to you keen in his ear as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

You moaned as you watched his huge cock breach your tiny hole from below. Your pussy started squeezing round him as he slowly stuffed himself inside you. Chris’s hands were on your hips holding you down from take off as he thrust his pelvis. You groaned and threw your head back against his shoulder, not able to bear the image.

“Watch.”

Chris’s tone was laced with a little bit of danger. You clenched and he moaned, then smirked at your tell. He doubled down on the dom.

“Keep those fucking eyes open.”

You looked down and it took your breath away. You had the perfect view of Chris’s cock sleeking in and out of your cunt, balls tight against his unit.

“Now circle that clit. Lemme see that pretty little manicure help make you… “

You’d obeyed Chris immediately, and the vision of your chocolate manicured fingers parting your lips and rotating around your clit as his cock invading your tight channel was extremely erotic.

Chris looked down and saw his cock destroying you. He felt you beginning to spasm around him. He heard your sopping wet cunt and your sexy moans. He couldn’t take it.

“Shit that looks so, feels so, sounds so fucking good…”

“Oohhh!”

You were near the edge. He sucked a hickey onto your neck as he lifted you off the ground with his thrusts. He hooked your leg over his elbow to help gain deeper access.

“Holy shit, taking me so fucking well. Gorgeous, look at it.”

“I can’t Chris, I… shit, holyyyyy, I’m gonna cum again. All over you, shittttt.”

Chris moved you slightly away from the mirror, but did not stop fucking you. He husked into your ear.

“Give it to me. Give it all to me and I’ll give it all to you. Gonna stuff this little pussy so full of my cum…”

“Ahhhh ahhh ah ahhhh!”

You came, body shuddering as Chris pounded into you. You felt the warm spurt of his cum hit your walls and you released as promised.

You opened your eyes and you were on the floor, curled up in Chris’s arms as he sat on the rug at the foot of his bed. His hand was stroking your spine and you felt safe and warm. But anxious. You looked up at him.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe we did that.”

Chris kissed your nose.

“I can. Been dreaming of it for a long time. A couple of years. Since we first met.”

You were flabbergasted.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It never seemed to be the right time. But we’re here now.”

You smiled wide.

“Yeah. And I’m glad.”

Chris gave you a tender kiss and held you tighter. Then he got up and lifted you with him.

“Time to shower and finish this bedroom.”

You tried to pull him toward the bathroom. But he didn’t budge.

“Or you can give me that blowjob you promised.”

You looked down to see Chris at half staff already.

“We’ve got time. Bedroom seems complete now anyway.”

That lopsided smile did something to your heart. You sank down on your knees.

“The customer is always right.”

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barnesafterglow · 2 years

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sweet like honey

summary: you have a thing for bucky's height. he just might have a thing for all of you

pairing: neighbor!bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: modern au, smut (unprotected sex, pull out method, fingering), voyeurism but also not really?, size difference, bucky has BDE, bucky is BDE, bucky is also tall as a motherfucker, excessive use of the word honey, lesbian nat and wanda as always, fayth if you're reading this i'm sorry in advance

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It started as a joke at first. Bucky would pat you on the head as he passed you or comment on how cute and short you were. As if everyone wasn’t short compared to him. Even his roommate, Steve, had to raise his eyes just a hair to meet Bucky’s.

It started as a joke, but somewhere along the way it started to…do things to you.

The way he treated you like something delicate and precious. The way his huge hands touched you so casually. The way his hug completely engulfed you when he was drunk and a little more touchy.

You had moved into your apartment almost a year before, and immediately befriended the two girls - Natasha and Wanda - across the hall. They introduced you to Steve, in the apartment next to yours. They talked about Steve’s roommate, James, who was in Romania visiting his family. You were curious about him, because everyone talked so highly of him. And they were such amazing friends in such a short amount of time to you, you couldn’t imagine how James would be.

When he finally did come home, you didn’t even meet him again for almost a week because you just had opposite schedules.

But when you did… Holy shit.

He was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. And no one had mentioned how fucking tall he was. You thought Steve was massive, probably 6’6” or so, and even he had to look up to James - or Bucky, as he immediately insisted you call him.

The five of them - you finally met Sam not long after you met Bucky, who lived in DC most of the time but stayed with Bucky and Steve when he had a few weeks off - welcomed you with open arms and became some of your best friends.

Which is why you kept your ever growing crush on Bucky pushed way, way down. You didn’t want to lose them and if anything went wrong - whether it be dating and breaking up or him just not being interested in you that way - you knew you would be the odd one out.

That all changed one day in the early fall. Nat and Wanda - who, you learned very quickly, were a couple - had taken a trip for their anniversary and Steve had gone to visit Sam. Bucky had volunteered to stay behind and make sure their cat, Alpine, was okay. He also said he didn’t want to leave you lonely, but you blushed and swatted him away.

You had just got off work and it had been a completely terrible day. The only thing that got you through was the promise of a movie night with Bucky.

You wanted to go and see him immediately, but stopped by your apartment to change into something more comfortable first. By the time you were ready to head over, it was still a little earlier than you had originally planned, but you figured Bucky wouldn’t mind.

The door was unlocked, so you let yourself in, but Bucky wasn’t in the kitchen making popcorn like usual. You stopped for a moment and heard to shower running. You debated on whether or not to wait on the couch for him to get done or crawl into his bed and wait for him there. The comforting thought of his soft mattress and the scent of him encompassing you won out, and you were already curled up and ready to start the movie when you heard the shower stop.

You don’t really know what you had expected. You guessed you figured he would at least put underwear on before he came into his room, but you were very, very wrong.

When you looked up at the sound of his footsteps padding down the hall, you sat up to see him completely naked. You gasped and tried to avert your eyes, but ended up looking down and… wow.

Bucky wasn’t just tall. Didn’t just have big hands. He was big - absolutely massive - everywhere.

Panicked, you looked up again at his face to see he was utterly unphased. In fact, the corner of his mouth was turned up into his signature smirk, the kind you’d only seen when everyone went out to the bar together and he was trying to pick up someone to take home for the night.

“Like what you see?” You could feel the heat flood your face at his question, and you turned your head away from him. “Hey, honey. Just look at me.”

You refused, shaking your head, and you heard a shuffle from the other side of the room. Suddenly he was crouched in front of you, gently lifting your chin so your eyes met his. You thought it might be the end, your friendship was over and you would lose your favorite people in the world. But there was a reason you adored Bucky so much.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said, trying to comfort you. “We can still watch a movie and forget this ever happened, if you want.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded and let him rearrange you back into bed. You were thankful that he had already put on a pair of boxer briefs, and then put on a pair of sweatpants before sliding into the other side of the bed.

Trying to steer things back into a normal direction, you asked him what movie he wanted to watch. He thought for only a moment before answering.

“I’m in a nineties mood, how about Basic Instinct?” You nodded in agreement, just going with whatever he wanted and not thinking much about it.

He still wrapped his arm around you like he usually did, and everything felt normal.

At least until the scene with Sharon Stone came on - one of the most provocative scenes in film history. As it played out, you felt heat spread through your core, and squeezed your thighs together in hopes that you could stave it off.

Of course, Bucky immediately noticed something was off.

“Are you okay, honey?” What was with the nicknames tonight? They were an everyone once in a while thing usually, but tonight he was showering you with them. You were too busy trying to calm your swirling thoughts to notice the knowing tone in his voice. “Is something wrong with the movie?”

“N-no. Just forgot how graphic it was.”

“Is that an issue?” Now you heard that cocky tone, and you had no idea what it meant for you - or your relationship with Bucky.

“Of course not, I just -” You stopped, not entirely sure where you were headed with your sentence.

“It was just getting you wet, ain’t that right, honey?” His hand moved slowly down your body, giving you a chance to stop him if you wanted.

You thought about it, but you wanted to see where this would lead you.

His hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts, and was met with your soaked core.

“Not wearing any panties? No wonder I could smell you.”

You whimpered at his words, at the thought of him knowing this whole time how affected you were.

He slid his middle finger through your folds, collecting some of the wetness, and pulled his hands from your shorts. You wanted to protest, ask him why he was no longer touching you, then he stuck his finger in his mouth, tasting your juices.

“Sweet like honey. Just like I thought you’d be.” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before his fingers crept towards your waistband. This time, though, he didn’t move under them. He stopped, looking directly into your eyes. “Please tell me you want this as much as I do.”

“I want you,” you whispered, and that was all he needed.

Suddenly, Bucky was on top of you and his weight pushing you into the mattress was just as amazing as you had imagined it, late at night with your hand between your thighs.

Which is where Bucky’s were now, slipping down to pull your shorts off. He settled between your thighs, spreading them wide, and skated his hand back up your body, purposely avoiding the one place you needed him most, and instead slipped under your t-shirt to pull that off too.

You tugged at his sweatpants, wanting him to be as bare as you were, and he happily let you. Once his sweats were off his legs, you tried to reach your hand between them, but Bucky lightly slapped it away.

“Buck,” you whined, high and needy, and he looked down at you, eyes boring into your own. “C’mon.”

“Need to get you ready for me, honey.”

And the rough timber of his voice could have made you come right then. It did make you clench your thighs together again, trapping his hand there.

“I know you’re desperate for it. But you’re gonna thank me, I promise.” With that, he slipped one finger into you.

It slid in easily, more than wet enough for him, but even that one finger on that huge hand of his stretch you open just a bit. You threw your head back in pleasure, and when he added a second finger you turned your head to the side, moaning into the pillow.

He pulled his fingers out, slapping the inside of your thigh and leaving a streak of you there.

“I want to hear all those pretty sounds you make. Hearing ‘em through the wall ain’t enough anymore.”

You stared at him, wide eyed, and he just chuckled before sliding his fingers back into you - three this time. And even with just three fingers, it was the most stretched out you had ever been.

If you weren’t so needy for him, you might’ve been scared of just how big you knew he would be.

“Bucky, please. I’m ready for you.”

“If you say so, honey.”

He spread your legs even wider, somehow, and you finally got a close look at him.

It was beautiful, tip red and leaking, and bigger than you could have ever imagined. This time, he let you reach out to touch him, and your hands barely wrapped around the girth of him - middle finger and thumb hardly grazing each other as you tried to slide your hand up and down.

His hand came down to replace yours, and he tapped his length against your stomach, showing you just how far he would fuck into you. Tip going just beyond your belly button, you clenched around nothing at the thought of it.

You lifted your hips, trying to tell him with your body that you were more than ready.

Bucky pushed down your hips - one hand spanning nearly the entire width of your abdomen, and slid his cock through your folds to get it slicked up.

His tip teased at your entrance, and just before he slid into, he looked into your eyes.

“You’re sure?”

You nodded, grabbing the hand that was on your hip and intertwining your fingers, squeezing tight.

With that, he pushed into you, little by little, and your moans were so loud you were certain the entire apartment complex could hear you.

“That’s it, honey,” he said as he finally bottomed out. “Take all of my cock.”

You clenched around him, squeezing him even tighter, and when you came from just his first thrust, you knew every other man would be ruined for you.

Every thrust after was like a punch to the gut. You whined, trying not to pass out at the intense feelings he pulled from your body. He bent down, kissing you much too sweetly for the way he was fucking you, and you realized it was your first kiss of the night.

You always thought romance books were bullshit when they talked about sparks flying, but you knew now that they were right. Bucky’s kiss consumed you, setting fireworks off that made you dizzy; made you see stars and planets and the rest of the universe. You knew from the look on his face as he pulled away that he felt it too.

What really did you in, though, was when he pushed down on your stomach, right at the spot where his tip caressed you inside. The feeling pulled another orgasm from you, and the tightness of your walls around him pushed him over the edge too. He pulled out, coming in large streaks over your stomach and tits.

The warm feeling made you moan again, and he swallowed it down with a deep kiss.

“Are you okay?” he asked against your lips.

“I’m gonna have trouble walking tomorrow, that’s for sure.”

He let out a loud laugh, kissing your nose and rolling over to set you on top of him, paying no mind to the mess between your bodies.

“Gotta make sure I really do a number on you, then,” he said, pulling you down for another kiss.

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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 22 - (Predicament) Bondage

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summary: Price and Ghost have some fun while Johnny and Gaz are tied up. (Ghost POV)

cw: dom!price, dom!ghost, sub!gaz, sub!soap, predicament bondage (posture collar, one-bar prison, nipple & clit clamps), anal sex, trans ftm soap, trans ftm gaz, brief choking

note: this has a bit of ghostgaz, but almost all of it is ghostsoap with pricegaz fucking in the background. i tried to make it seem more like they were all interacting, but idk how i did lol

“You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, Captain,” Ghost says, eyebrows arched high as he runs a hand across his jaw.

Price has got Gaz and Soap set up in quite the predicament bondage, both of them looking oh so vulnerable and needy. They make quite the sight beside each other, pretty little things all tied up for he and Price to use to their heart’s content.

They’re in a complicated setup, both of them mirroring the other perfectly. Gaz’s head is held high, a collar with a leash attached to one of the hooks in the ceiling keeping him standing tall and proud, not able to dip his chin too low without choking himself. He’s stuck on his toes, a one-bar-prison impaling his cunt with what must be a sizable dildo considering Ghost can already see a bit of a bulge in his stomach and he’s not even close to flat-footed. He’s got a ring gag in, drool soaking his chin. His arms are folded behind him, locked with one forearm on top of the other in an arm binder.

Soap’s posed in an identical way - head held high, one bar prison, locked arms, up on his toes. The only difference is the gag, which for Soap is a rubber bone on the smaller side that still allows his little whimpers and whines to slip through. He’s far more wiggly than Kyle, trying to rock further up on his toes to find a more comfortable position, swaying from side to side and moving his head about to find what positions will and won’t choke him.

The two of them are connected by three chains - one from each nipple, Kyle’s left to Johnny’s right, and Kyle’s right to Johnny’s left. The chains attach to mean looking clamps with metal teeth, and they’re just short enough for there to be a constant tug on the clamps and no real way for them to relieve the pressure. It leaves them in an almost half-bowing position, trying to force slack into the chains while staying on balance, not impaling themselves further, and standing straight enough not to choke themselves.

The other chain is pulled taut where it connects from clit to clit, a matching pair of rubber-toothed clamps on each of the little nubs. Every inch that one of them sinks down, the other’s clit gets tugged down too. It leaves them in a constant state of writhing in pleasure, only to jerk more in pain. One slips down and the other yelps, one moves up and the other whines. It’s a twisted sort of dance that leaves both Kyle and Johnny panting and flushed, unable to stay still no matter how much they try. It leaves them forced to make a delicious choice between choking themselves, tugging on their clits, or sitting fully on the cocks halfway in their cunts.

The pose also leaves them both presenting their asses very nicely, backs arched and positions unbalanced with their arms made useless. The way their legs are spread leaves their back holes visible - even from the doorway Ghost can see a little jewel glittering between Kyle’s cheeks and a brown tail hanging between Johnny’s thighs.

“Took a bit of work,” Price replies, taking a long puff of his cigar and running his eyes over the squirming boys. Johnny rocks a little too far to the left, gets a loud shout of complaint from Gaz and a glare. “You’d think I’d sliced their little dicks right off the way they howled at the clamps.”

Ghost chuckles and steps up to the display, runs his hand slowly from the nape of Gaz’s neck to his ass. The tension in his back makes his muscles quiver, and Simon can’t resist grabbing him by the hip and forcing him down a few more inches. Kyle and Johnny both yelp at that, Johnny whining as he lets himself sink down too, and Gaz glares at Ghost when he steps to the side of them.

“Aw,” Ghost smirks and lifts a hand up to Gaz’s chin, wipes away a bit of the spit and gives him a harsh tap to his cheek. “Don’t like feeling so full?”

A harsh exhale through the nose and one sharp shake of the head.

Ghost mimics Kyle back, shakes his head slowly with an exaggerated pout. “No? Size queen like you doesn’t like a nice big cock in his cunt?”

A whine this time, a jerky nod instead. From his peripheral Ghost sees Price walk up behind Soap. He doesn’t look over, keeps his attention solely on Gaz so the boy doesn’t get distracted.

“You want more, then?”

Poor thing’s eyes are a little glazed, a little furrow between his brows telegraphing his confusion. He takes a nice deep breath through his nose, exhales heavily and glares at Ghost with slightly clearer eyes.

He only laughs, gives him another tap to the cheek. “You know you’ll take it all by the end of the night, will probably be whining and moaning for more when it doesn’t fill you up the whole way.”

Ghost ignores Gaz’s pouty expression, trades places with Price and sets himself behind Soap. He’s flushed all the way down his spine, his thighs quivering from the effort it takes to keep him up on his toes. The little tail sways a bit between his legs from all his twitching and shifting, and he can’t resist the urge to give it a little tug. Gets Johnny whining and leaning back, then Gaz making a little complaining noise.

“Look at you,” he hears Price murmur, and a moment later Johnny and Kyle both jolt forward with matching pained noises. Ghost glances down and sees that Price’s pointer finger rests in the middle of the lower chain, pushing down and forcing both of the boys further down their respective dildos to try and alleviate the pressure. They both let out upset noises, Johnny’s head jerking back and forth while Kyle’s drops as low as it can, stomach heaving when he takes a deep breath in.

Ghost runs a hand from Johnny’s shoulder down to his ribs, letting himself explore all the skin available to him while Price plays around with tugging the chain up. Both boys jerk further up on their toes in sync, and Ghost can’t help but laugh at their twin moans.

“Like little synchronized swimmers,” Price murmurs, pushing down again and using his free hand to push the nipple chains back and forth in the air. Again, Johnny and Kyle jerk down in sync and groan at the stretch.

“Synchronized sluts, more like,” Ghost grunts, pulling away from Johnny’s sweat-slick body just long enough to undo his belt and let his pants fall to his ankles, tugs his briefs so they rest behind his balls and he can set his rapidly hardening cock along the arch of Johnny’s back. Price takes a final puff of his cigar before stepping away for a moment to put it out, then takes off his own belt and pants as he stands behind Gaz.

Price groans, shoots Ghost an affectionate glare. “That was terrible, even for you, Simon.”

Soap - the little whore - grunts his agreement and jerks his head in a nod. Ghost scowls, lands a bruising blow to his ass and forces him down another inch or so by the hip. That gets him a squeal from both Johnny and Kyle, and a glare from the latter. Ghost smirks at him a little, reaches around the front of Soap’s body to flick the chain connecting their clits. This time Kyle’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Much better.

Ghost turns his attention down to Johnny’s ass, the little hole he’ll be fucking. The plug doesn’t look very large, probably just wide enough to stretch him out but not so wide that he’ll be loose for Simon. He can’t resist the urge to bat the tail back and forth, smirks a little when Johnny shivers at the brush of fur against his thighs.

“Wag your tail for me, Johnny,” he rumbles, rubbing little circles against his hips with his thumbs. Johnny grunts, shakes his head and tries to glance over his shoulder before he realizes he’s choking himself and gives up.

Ghost scowls, firms his grip on Johnny’s hips and forces him down, back up, down, back up, several times. The motion doesn’t wag the tail as effectively as moving from side to side would have, but it does the job.

It also gets both of the little toys screaming, the sudden jerking at their clits probably a horrible pain. Ghost nearly laughs at Gaz’s facial expression, gives Johnny a few extra thrusts just for the fun of it.

He stops when Johnny’s noises shift from whimpers to sharp little yelps, almost barks. As soon as he stops his thrusting motion Johnny sways a little from left to right, just enough for the chains not to tug very much, but still makes the tail swing between his thighs enough to satisfy Ghost.

“Good boy,” Ghost rumbles approvingly, running a hand from Johnny’s mohawk down to his ass. “Look at you, so happy to be stuck on a cock, huh pup?”

Johnny knows better than to ignore him, gives a sharp noise and then nods his head as much as he can.

It’s easy to slip the plug out, Johnny’s rim giving it up without any fuss. Ghost stretches to set it on a table, then gets back to appreciating Johnny’s ass, groping it a bit and spreading his cheeks wide.

It really is lovely, fat and tense and split on a cock. His cunt is spread wide, slick dripping down his thighs and the toy inside him, his little back hole winking at Ghost. It’s easy to sink his thumb in, pull to the side to get him gaping a little more. With the way he’s tied, Johnny can’t do anything but stand there and take whatever Ghost decides to give - either that or yank on his little clit until he’s screaming.

He doesn’t bother to stretch him out anymore, just rubs his cock up and down Soap’s ass crack to coat himself in the mix of slick and lube, then notches his head right in Johnny’s hole.

He hooks his chin over Johnny’s shoulder and keeps his hands tight on his hips as he slowly sinks in, feels Johnny moaning and tensing every muscle to keep from moving, watches as Gaz’s eyes roll back in his head from whatever it is Price is doing knelt down behind him. He jerks down in a quick thrust, has Johnny trying to overcorrect and both of them moaning when the chains pull.

Ghost can’t help but laugh a little as he sinks himself balls deep, reaches up to grasp both of the upper chains in one hand and yanks down with enough force that the clamps nearly come off their tits. It gets both of the boys screaming, Johnny tightening up so much that Ghost isn’t even sure he can pull out.

“Doesn’t get old, does it?” Price grunts, leaning just far enough to the side of Gaz to shoot Simon an amused look.

“No, it doesn’t,” he replies, tucking his nose into Johnny’s throat and giving a few shallow thrusts. Johnny moans again, the sound vibrating through his skin to Ghost’s lips, and he goes a little looser in his hold, leans a little more of his weight into Simon’s hands and the leash holding his head up.

Ghost leans back just enough to glance down and watch as he pulls out, Johnny’s hole spread obscenly wide around him. He plants his forehead on Johnny’s arched back, gives him a few thrusts and just watches the way his body accepts Ghost’s cock so easily. It’s almost mesmerizing, the slow glide of skin, the way his hole doesn’t fight the intrusion at all. If he could, Ghost would spend days just like this - slowly fucking in and out of a bound Johnny, enjoying the view.

The loud moan from Soap reminds him that he’s very much not a doll, and will probably pout about not being treated fairly for days after he’s untied. The thought doesn’t bother Ghost as much as it might’ve with past partners - Johnny’s always needy and clingy when he’s feeling wronged.

Still, having him bound and gag means Ghost doesn’t treat him as a partner. Right now, Johnny is just a whining thing for him to fuck. Ghost will let him come, but only if it feels good for him. Otherwise Johnny will stay right on edge, clenched up nice and tight with his cunt drooling.

Ghost lets his hand dip down Soap’s abs at the thought, spreads his pussy lips wide with his fingers to soak them in his juices. It makes Johnny feel vulnerable, which sets him shifting on his legs again - just enough to tug on the chains, if the nasty look and noise from Gaz are any indication.

Price has stood from where he was, and they’ve been together enough times at this point for Ghost to recoginze on both Gaz and Price’s faces that their Captain is spreading Kyle out for his fucking. He always likes them loose, Ghost wouldn’t be shocked if he tries to fit his entire fist up there.

He smirks at the thought as he fucks into Johnny a little more harshly. Gaz would make a nice puppet.

Apparently that’s not the road Price is going down tonight, because he wraps both of his hands around Kyle’s hips and clearly slides his cock inside the other man, if Gaz’s face is anything to go by.

There are a few moments of push and pull, where Price thrusts in on Ghost’s thrusts out, leaving the Gaz and Soap rocking back and forth with constant little tugs on the chains, slowly impaling themselves more and more as their legs go weaker.

As Johnny gets closer to the edge he gets more wiggly, like he’s trying to rub his dick on something that doesn’t exist so he can get off. The thought of Soap truly just being a toy for his pleasure, just a hole to fuck that doesn’t even have the privilege of an orgasm, has Ghost groaning out loud and thrusting just a bit harder. The change in pace has Johnny groaning, shifting around even more.

Ghost plants both of his hands on Johnny’s shoulders and pushes down, forces him to nearly choke himself with the collar and leash. He goes tense immediately, and every muscle in his body clamps up tight - Ghost throws his head back and moans, pumps his hips as much as he can and relishes in how much effort it takes to even pull out.

“Fuck, you feel good like this, Johnny,” Ghost moans, makes the noise as pleasure-filled as possible. “Nice and tight when you can’t breathe, huh? Might keep you like this ‘til I finish.”

There’s a little panicked, choking noise at that, and Johnny desperately tries to shake his head even with the tension in his leash.

“Yeah,” Ghost groans, settling back a bit. He shifts one hand to Johnny’s nape to hold him down, the other to his arms for a good grip. “You’re a little too loose when you can breathe Johnny.”

A grunt from Price as Simon starts to truly pound into Soap. “That’s what he gets for being a slut.”

Ghost barks out a laugh at that, jerks Johnny to the side by his neck and relishes Gaz’s squeal when both of their bodies sway. “Hear that, Johnny? Captain thinks you’re too used up to enjoy.”

“Now, I didn’t say that.” Price’s breathing is heavier, even at the slower pace he’s fucking Gaz with.

“Sorry, sorry. Captain thinks you’ve taken too many cocks to be worth fuckin’ when you’re not choking, that better?”

Another laugh, lower. “Sure, that works.”

There’s a loud whine from Soap at the words, and he spasms a bit in his binds. Ghost lets go of his neck, helps haul him up a bit and continues his fucking to the chorus of Johnny’s heaving breaths through his nose.

He mocks a disappointed groan, slows his thrusts down to put more force behind each one. “See, Johnny? I let you get a breath in and you go all loose on me again.” He slips the hand on Johnny’s arms down to his crack, strokes the stretched hole and puts just enough pressure to make Johnny think he’s about to push in a finger alongside his cock.

It has the intended effect, sending Johnny jolting as far away as he can. He can’t get much distance, impaled and tied as he is, but it yanks on every chain he’s got tied to him - his leash and all three chains connected to the front of his body. He nearly screams around his bone at the pain, and over his shoulder Ghost can see Kyle’s eyes roll entirely into the back of his head. Price just barely manages to catch him by the throat, holding him up so he doesn’t choke while continuing to fuck him at a slow and steady pace.

“There ya go,” Ghost praises, worming his fingertip all around Johnny’s hole to keep him nervous. “Nice and tight again, like a good cunt should be. Well, a good ass right now, seeing as I’ve got no need for your cunt.”

Johnny whines a little, a high noise that makes him sound just like the needy thing he’s been reduced to. He can’t seem to choose between going limp and struggling, his body switching between the two every few seconds. It leaves him panting and wide-eyed, and both he and Gaz whining and whimpering at what must be constant pain in their little dicks.

“God, you feel so good with both your holes stuffed, boy,” Price moans. He’s a little red in the face, clearly fucked out and barely holding back his orgasm. He slides a hand to the front of Gaz’s body, pinches the clit clamp and moves it back and forth to mimic stroking the bundle of nerves.

Gaz nearly yowls, back arching as much as it can in this position, and abruptly dropping to the heels of his feet. He goes even louder if that’s possible, but his voice is almost drowned out by Johnny’s when the clamp almost goes flying off for him, and he’s forced to his heels just to alleviate the sting.

He nearly chokes Ghost’s cock, and the way he moans and writhes is a dead giveaway to his own orgasm. Ghost copies Price and shifts the clamp over his clit back and forth, forcing Johnny’s body to milk his cock as he starts to finally come deep inside the man.

The room is filled with a symphony of noises - muffled and clear - as all four of them seem to finish at once. Ghost wishes he could open his eyes enough to see Price and Gaz’s faces, would love to lean forward and watch Johnny lose his mind, but the hot vice around his cock is far too pleasurable for him to put effort into anything but the tiny thrusts he gives to keep the stimulation going.

He lets his head fall to Johnny’s shoulder eventually, one of his hands lifting to cup his bound arms. The only sound he can hear is his own heartbeat and uneven pants, and he lets himself sink into the afterglow. Johnny whines a little, shifts on his feet and winces

“Alright,” Price huffs, the clink of his belt loud in the otherwise-quiet room. “You’re gettin’ them down from there since I set them up. I’ll be in the living room with blankets and water bottles.”

Ghost smiles against Johnny’s skin when he hears the old man lumber off, then gets to work easing their boys down for a few long hours of aftercare.

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hopelessrromantix · 2 years

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content: bondage, cock ring, edging, dry orgasm, facial, hands-free orgasm, no beta + im tired

“Fucking hell, you bastard,” Billy groaned at you, rolling his eyes again. He didn’t even know how long you’d been at it, it felt like hours. His mind was fogging over, as if he was a puddle on your mattress. He could feel you hit his prostate again, your hips thrusting into his.

“Now that’s no way to talk to me, baby,” You smirked. He wanted to wipe it off your stupid face. The second he opened his mouth to tell you off, you started the vibrator up again.

His hands were tied to the bed, lifted above him. You’d bought a vibrating cock ring not that long ago, and he knew you were just waiting for the chance to use it.

And he gave you the perfect chance.

In all honesty, he’d forgotten about your ‘punishment’ idea. He’d gone around flirting at some nobody’s party, giving the girls a few winks and mediocre pick up lines. You’d had enough about half way through, dragging him back to your house and tying him up.

He was still deciding if he regretted it or not.

“You gonna let me cum, fucker?” He asked, glaring as best he could. It was barely threatening considering he was moaning like a bitch the whole time. You were thrusting slower than he wanted you to, but every effort to grind down on your cock only made you move away from him.

You slapped him clean across the face, a soft red print appearing on his cheek. He was almost ashamed at the moan he let out.

“You wanna cum? You stop fuckin’ talking back.” You slammed your hips into his, hitting his prostate dead on. His mouth fell open, a small, dry orgasm taking over his body. His dick twitched rapidly, his tip flushed red.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the whimpers he let out. You didn’t stop fucking him, ignoring the slurred begging leaving his mouth.

“You were talking so big just a second ago,” You chuckled, watching him weakly tug at the ropes around his wrists. Your thrusts sped up and the sound of skin slapping filled your bedroom. “If you want anything you’re gonna be a good hole, got it?”

Billy bit his lip so hard he was surprised it didn’t bleed. “Shit- fuckin- fine! Just make me fuckin’ cum, L/n.” Billy rolled his eyes, rolling his hips on yours as fast as he could.

You let out a pleasurable sigh, gripping his hips tight as you slammed into him. Your head was tilted back, eyes watching his flushed form.

“Toys don’t fucking talk,” You reminded, dragging him up and down your cock. He was clenching you tight, practically trying to squeeze your orgasm out of you.

You saw him open his mouth before thinking better of it and shutting up.

“Gonna make me cum, pretty boy,” You huffed. “This slutty hole’s squeezing me so tight.” His moan was pornographic, mouth completely open as your thrusts grew more erratic.

You reached down to his cock, stroking in sync with your thrusts. He started squirming under you, the feeling of needing to cum burning in his stomach. It never came though, leaving him one the edge of a real orgasm.

Unfortunately for him, you pulled away. He let out a whimper, one you were sure he’d deny if you ever asked about it again.

“Fuckin’ hell! Do I get to cum or not,” Billy questioned his tone bratty and frustrated. He seemed to realize his mistake a second later, quickly correcting himself. “I’ll be your good little toy, please sir, just let me cum. Your dick, your mouth, your fucking fingers, I don’t care. Pleasepleaseplease.”

You deemed his begging enough, but he wasn’t getting off that easy.

You leaned into him, one hand wrapping around his throating and squeezing. You slid off the cock ring, causing his flushed dick to twitch at your touch.

“You cum without any help, or you don’t cum at all.”

He attempted to move his hands, as if they’d come untied in the past minute. Realizing he was getting no assistance, he groaned, hips bucking upward. He was already so close, he was almost certain he could cum.

After putting the ring next to you, your hand went down to your cock, stroking it as fast as you could. With Billy’s high moans and flushed face, his cock twitching and leaking precum, you met your own orgasm.

You covered his face in ropes of cum, a few drops landing in his hair and some in his open mouth. He didn’t seem to mind, instead swallowing almost instantly.

“Fuckin’ cumrag,” You groaned, the last few drops dripping onto his shoulder. You studied his face, his eyes rolled back in his head. “Pretty little whore.”

His hips bucked upward, attempting to fuck the air.

“Fuck fuck fuck, makin’ me cum so hard sir!” His moans grew more high pitched until cum finally spurted from his cock. It was far more than he expected. His orgasm was intense enough for him to see white, he wasn’t even sure if he was conscious for all of it.

When he finally came down from his high, you’d already gotten a towel and were cleaning him off. He hadn’t even heard you leave.

“You back with me, pretty boy?” He rolled his eyes at the nickname, though he gave you a small nod. The towel was cool, a welcome sensation against his burning skin.

When you tossed the towel aside, he lazily pulled you down to him by the arm. He was hardly strong enough to move you, but you followed his pull anyway.

“Love you,” He mumbled, half asleep.

You smirked, “what was that?”

“You fuckin’ heard me.”

You chuckled at his expression. His eyes were already shut and his breathing was slowly growing steadier.

“Love you too, Billy.”

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bonkywobble · 2 years

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Kinktober ‘22 - Day 5

Day 5 - Sex Pollen with Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 1056

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, love confessions, sexual content (18+ only): male masturbation, unprotected sex, dubious consent (due to sex pollen).

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 5! Tagging @cryptidcasanova. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

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“With all due respect, what the fuck were you thinking Harrington?”

Steve’s tongue feels heavy as he responds, “Kinda was thinking about how telling you was a bad idea.”

Pressing the bag of frozen peas to his forehead you kneel beside him, suppressing your anger to the best of your ability. “You’re lucky that I was nearby and saw you pull that shit. Next time you wanna investigate a possible portal to the Upside Down by yourself, don’t.”

Taking the time to examine your friend in the following silence, you notice despite the budding bruise under the cloth there don’t appear to be any other injuries. It should ease the anxiety swirling in your gut but it doesn’t, because then there’s no explanation for his erratic breathing or flushed face; the way his eyes are screwed shut as if he’s in pain, or the constant shuffling of his legs- Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is hiding something from you.

“Steve?”

There’s a slight tilt of his head and drifting of glazed eyes, but otherwise, you get no reply.

Your tone is firmer, more insistent. “Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you encounter anything… weird in there?” You continue, weaving your fingers through loose locks of chestnut hair as you push them away, “Anything that we haven’t already seen before?”

Steve sighs at your touch, instinctually pressing himself into it as his hot palm lands on the back of your hand. “No,” he mutters, “just the usually creepy and murderous tentacle vines. Some freaky red flowers were growing on them this time. Maybe Vecna wants to be a florist and grow his own- look, I’m sorry, but are you wearing a new perfume?”

The question throws you for a moment. “Uh, no?”

He smiles at you, your stomach filling with butterflies and confusion, “Seriously? You smell great. Like, really fucking great.”

A pained groan erupts from him as he doubles over in agony, his hands clutching you in desperation. You drop the frozen goods and catch his face, calling out his name in panic.

“It hurts, it’s not enough-”

“You’re freaking me out. I’m gonna call Nancy and the rest of the gang-”

“No!” Steve gasps, fingers digging into your denim jacket. “Don’t leave.”

“I have to get help,” you plead.

There’s a glazed but focused look in his eyes like you are a balm to his wounds - a rare and beautiful salvation. He pulls you closer until your foreheads are touching, “This is helping me. Touching you like this is making it bearable. Just- don’t go, okay baby?”

Your heart gives a sad little flip, wishing he’d been in any other state of mind. “Okay.”

Nostrils flaring he looks you up and down before removing his shirt, mud from it leaving dark stains on the bathroom tiles. Immediately you avert your eyes, wanting to offer the former king of Hawkins High some degree of dignity or modesty. Steve isn’t himself right now, you reason.

That reasoning flies out the window when his fingers start to fumble with his belt buckle.

“Jesus Steve!”

The young man licks his lips. “You can either help or not. S’too damn hot.”

When his belt and fly are finally undone you’re surprised that he keeps his pants on. Your eyes about bulge out of your head when he thrusts a hand in, however, and throws his head against the wall in relief, seemingly getting a reprieve from whatever’s afflicting him. Stroking himself furiously, the whimpers bubble in his throat when he realises you’re not touching him anymore.

“I change my mind,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Shit, stop staring and give me a hand.”

The offer tempts you briefly. A friendship of over two years flashes before you, panic mutating into dread as you imagine the end of it. What if this ruins everything? If this is how you lose him, is your crush even worth it?

“I can’t. I can’t do this.”

It’s impressive how Steve manages to gain just enough control to stall his movements, sweat beading on his forehead. Despite the sight you keep going, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes, “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do, Steve. So please,” you beg, “don’t ask me-”

Warm, lazy, sweet. It’s how you can describe your first kiss with Steve Harrington as he reaches up and presses his lips to yours, cutting you off. He kisses you like a man starved but full of hope. Like his declaration is long overdue, Steve moves against you in a way that has your toes curling in your sneakers.

The tears escape and so does the desire you’ve buried for so long. You don’t hesitate to return his affections, your fingers returning once more to bury themselves in his hair while you gently pry his desperate mouth apart with your tongue. And he has and always will do, Steve lets you in.

Begrudgingly, you eventually pull away, the smile you wear causing your cheeks to ache. Steve’s disposition matches yours, his gaze glossy and euphoric. “I know it’s not super appropriate, but I was wanting to ask the girl I love if it’s okay that she rides me into the sunset before I take her out on our first date?”

You snort, never happier that Steve Harrington is so terrible with women.

“You sure, Harrington?”

“Damn sure, babe.”

Smiling, you stand up and it takes less than a minute for you to strip to nothing, hoping to stave off more of his sudden cramps the faster you go. The sight of ‘Pretty Boy’ Harrington looking up at you with wide eyes, mouth parted hungrily as a thumb rolls over the tip of his cock - it definitely distracts you a little.

And now you understand that everything about Steve is pretty.

Gazes locked on each other, you lower yourself onto his angry length, nails tracing the thick veins as you line him up and pump once, twice. Cursed moans leave you both as his cock pushes past your wet folds, feelings of blissful heat roaring to life in your abdomen.

“Gotta be honest, dingus,” you purr, clenching your hips as your pussy pulsates, “I’d love for you to fuck me before we go to the movies.”

Steve’s hips jerk in response. “Movies, huh?” He breathlessly asks, “I can do that, baby.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington smut #kinktober 22 #kintober 2022 #bonkywobble writes

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honeydazai · 2 years

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Sigma/reader + Nikolai Gogol ➛ loss of virginity

content: nsfw, praise, possessiveness, fingering, degradation, vaginal sex | reblogs & comments appreciated!

~2,4k words | ao3 link | kinktober masterlist

The current situation felt like nothing short of a fever dream.

One moment, you had been in the process of putting your nightgown on, silk soft against your bare skin and with the door to your bedroom fully locked, and the next, said door simply ceased to serve any purpose as two people stumbled into the room unhindered nonetheless.

To be fair, there was little the door could have done against a portal.

“Now would you look at that.” Nikolai's lilting voice sent a shiver up your spine. “She's already undressed, too. What luck!”

You scrambled to cover yourself, your arm moving protectively in front of your chest; while you were technically dressed, the thin fabric really didn't do much to cover you, and Nikolai's leering gaze was causing heat to rise to your cheeks at an alarming pace.

Sigma at least had the decency to level his gaze straight at your face, never below.

While you would have had every right to snap at them, the words that eventually left your mouth were; “Couldn't you have knocked?”

Your voice was trembling the slightest bit.

Nikolai merely laughed. “And waste precious time? What nonsense!” He stepped forward, all large steps and long legs, and before you were able to back up, his arm sneaked around your waist and pulled you closer. “Say, love, tell me—, if you had the opportunity to help our dear friend Sigma out, wouldn't you do just that?”

“Don't respond to that.” Sigma all but grimaced. “Please just ignore him. It's best that way.”

Nikolai, however, seemed intent on making himself impossible to ignore.

His hand wandered down lower, moving from the curve of your hip to your ass, his smirk only widening when you frowned at him. “Well, doll? I'm waiting. It'd be very impolite not to answer, don't you think?”

Against your better judgement, you nodded, although hesitantly. “Well—, yeah. I guess so.”

Sigma's following groan seemed to be an entirely unhappy, defeated noise. Nikolai's laugh was the complete opposite.

“Splendid!” he exclaimed. “Let us begin, then!”

“Wait—, begin? With what?”

Nikolai's eye all but sparkled with amusement as he pulled you closer yet again, your chest pressed flush against his. “With helping our dear friend out, of course. Just trust me, darling.”

You glanced towards Sigma, confusion evident on your face. “What do you need help with, anyway?”

Whatever it was, you were pretty certain it didn't warrant the way Nikolai's hand slipped underneath your thin dress.

“I just—”

Sigma didn't get to explain himself.

Instead, Nikolai cut him off with a chuckle, low voice laced with mirth; “You see, doll, dear Sigma here just told me he never fucked a woman before. Isn't that quite the shame? You'll help him lose his virginity, won't you, love? He's counting on you.”

God, it was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate because of how Nikolai's fingers had settled on your inner thigh, occasionally ghosting over the edge of your panties, and arousal bloomed in your abdomen, hot and heavy.

You found yourself nodding along yet again, though it seemed your uncertainty was quite obvious.

“You're in no way obligated to agree”, Sigma said, his voice steady even as he glared at Nikolai, eyes narrowed. “We'll leave again the second you say you're not interested. Isn't that right?”

Nikolai merely hummed in response, his tone terribly entertained. “Why, yes, yes, of course! But there really is no reason for you to say that, is there? After all”, his fingers slipped down, feathering over your cunt through the fabric of your panties, “You're wet already. Isn't that most adorable?”

“You're insufferable.” Sigma scoffed, though a faint blush coloured his cheeks at Nikolai's words.

Not that you were faring much better. Heat was rising to your face at an alarming pace, and you couldn't help but squirm.

Nikolai snickered. “Am I? I'm being honest, though. Why don't you feel for yourself?”

It wasn't a mere suggestion; he was quick to pull Sigma closer, his smirk wide while he guided his hand between your legs, and you all but whimpered at the hesitant touch.

“See”, Nikolai cooed, smugness dripping from his voice. “She's so eager already.”

Moments later, you were pushed down onto the bed, silk sheets pleasantly cool against your heated skin, and, God—, you tried to squeeze your legs shut on instinct when your panties were pulled down, though your attempts to scramble for modesty were in vain; Nikolai's thick thigh between your own kept your legs spread. Kept you utterly revealed, open for two pairs of prying eyes.

Fuck.

The situation had spiralled out of your control so quickly you felt dizzy with it, but, at the same time, your arousal was clinging to your thighs with how damn wet you were.

All of a sudden, one of Nikolai's fingers circled around your clit and your whole body jerked at the unexpected touch. A pathetic whine left your mouth at the same time, your eyes half-lidded.

He took his time playing with you, damned tease; withdrawing his touch completely whenever you bucked your hips up in need before rubbing over your most sensitive spot again.

His dick was hard already, straining against the fabric of his trousers and pressing up against your thigh, hot and firm.

You all but trembled as you clenched around nothing; sweat dripped down your neck.

“Please”, you eventually choked out, your voice meek, and Nikolai's gaze snapped up to you. You had no idea what you were asking for — for them to stop staring at you, for them to leave or to continue; God, your head felt hazy, your thoughts muddled.

“Getting impatient, are we?” Nikolai chirped. “What a shame! We've barely just begun. That reminds me, this isn't even my place to be!”

You merely frowned in response, too out of it to understand the angle he was getting at; that was, until, seconds later, he and Sigma had all but switched places, with Sigma now kneeling between your open legs.

His face was flushed and, despite always looking ethereal, you were sure he had never been quite this handsome before.

Nikolai's lips curled into a smirk. “Come, come, don't be shy now. We're here for your sake, are we not? I'm sure you know what to do.” A pause. “Or do you? Well, you did say you never fucked a woman before, but that doesn't mean—, you're not completely inexperienced, are you? I'm sure you've at least watched porn before. Right? You do watch porn, don't you, Sigma? I certainly do, but—”

“I know what to do”, Sigma bit out, the words rushed before Nikolai was able to continue his sheer endless rambling.

“Splendid! Do go on then.”

For just a second, Sigma's eyes met yours, uncertainty bleeding into his expression. “And you're sure you want this?”

“Of course she does”, Nikolai said, sounding exasperated at the repeated question, though Sigma didn't pay any attention to him.

Only when you nodded did his lips twitch into a tiny smile, and one of his hands moved to rest on your thigh, kneading soft skin between his fingers. “Good.”

With surprising gentleness, his hand wandered down lower, his touches fleeting, teasing, and just as you opened your mouth to complain about his pace that left you feeling like you were burning up from the inside, Sigma pushed one lithe finger into you.

Your eyes fluttered closed as a moan fell from your lips, your back arching the slightest bit off the bed, and, God, you had never noticed just how long Sigma's fingers were, but you were certain you were never going to be able to ignore it again.

A second one was soon added; the stretch welcome. As his fingers ghosted over your g-spot, most likely more on accident than anything else, you gasped, your hips rolling down against the digits, and Sigma's lips curled into a smirk.

“Oh? That's good, hm? Got it.” This time, he crooked his fingers purposefully, insistently rubbing over that one spot, and you cried out as your vision blurred with pleasure.

Then, however, he focused on stretching you out again using scissoring motions, your wet walls pulsing around the digits, and seconds later, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your hip bone. “Tell me if there's anything you'd like me to do differently.”

Before you were able to respond — not that you would have had any complaints, except for the way your neglected clit was all but throbbing —, Nikolai hummed. “You could hurry it up a little. Sure, sure, I get the appeal of making her come on your fingers, but, come on—”

“I was not talking to you.” Sigma's glare was pointed, his gaze cold.

“How terribly impolite!” Nikolai didn't sound like he minded. “I was just suggesting it. My, my, you're so sensitive.”

Sigma only frowned in response. Moments later, however, his expression softened somewhat again when his eyes met yours. “You look so pretty right now.”

A high-pitched whimper left your mouth as, suddenly, his thumb swiped over your clit, only for him to pull his hand back fully a moment later. His fingers were glistening with your arousal, and the sight was lewd enough to tear another embarrassed moan from you.

Mere seconds later, the flushed head of his dick pressed against your folds, your arousal and his precum alike serving as makeshift lube as he slowly but surely pushed into you.

“Sigma”, you gasped out, back arching off the bed at the stretch. “Ah, God—”

Sigma leaned down to meet your lips, and he all but moaned into the kiss, the sound soft. “Tell me when I'm allowed to move.”

His breath was warm against your lips. You nodded moments later, only to keen when he pulled out halfway, then thrust back into you, his hips flush with your own.

Sigma's rhythm was slow but deep; you were certain the tip of his cock nudged against your damn cervix on occasion and, oh; your own needy moans and whimpers made you squirm in embarrassment, though you hardly had the mind to be too ashamed.

Everything you were able to focus on was the way you stretched around Sigma's dick, how your wet walls pulsed around him and all but sucked him in, and you whimpered, craving more, utterly desperate.

“Sigma—” Your voice was breathy, your thighs trembling. “So good, fuck, please—, need you, so close, please.”

“Good girl.” Sigma once more pressed his lips to your throat, peppering soft skin in gentle kisses. “You're so pretty like this. Gorgeous.” A groan. “You take me so well.”

Arousal coiled in your abdomen at the words, your moans only growing more and more high-pitched as Sigma's pace sped up.

Suddenly, a wet slapping noise caught your attention; the second your head fell to the side and your gaze onto Nikolai, humiliation caused your skin to tingle.

He had one hand wrapped around his own dick, leisurely jerking himself off while staring unashamedly at you, his eye so intense you clenched around Sigma on instinct, drawing his attention.

Nikolai's smirk widened, eager. “Hm? Like what you see? My, if you're that interested, doll, why don't I occupy your mouth for a little? Bet you'd love it if I were to fuck your throat, right, darling?”

“Don't you dare.” The words left Sigma's mouth so quickly even you were caught off-guard; his tone was sharp.

“Oh? Kitty's got claws now? Don't tell me you're feeling possessive all of a sudden!” Nikolai chuckled, mischief sparkling in his eye. “That's cute. It's not like you could stop me even if you tried, though.”

There was a sinister undertone to his voice. Sigma's grip on your hip tightened.

Moments later, Nikolai laughed, his free hand raised in mock surrender. “Don't look that grim now! I'm merely jesting. Go on, continue! Don't be shy. I have no interest in fucking your girl.” His smile was gentle. A monstrous sight. “Just remember I could.”

Sigma's next thrust had you keening; this one being a lot more forceful than his previous pace, his hips all but slapping against your own, and you were certain the quiet thumping noise you were hearing was the bedframe hitting the wall, wood creaking.

Your moans sounded terribly debauched; the second Sigma's free hand moved to your clit, drawing steady circles around it, you cried out sharply, your orgasm all but crashing over you.

Sigma came only seconds later, spilling inside of you, and he paused for a few moments, his lips pressed to your pulse in a gentle kiss. You whimpered when he pulled out; your cunt all but gaping around nothing, his cum staining the sheets.

The tender atmosphere as your eyes met only lasted for a second.

“Wasn't that nice?” Nikolai cooed, voice dripping with amusement, sticky and sweet like honey. At one point, he had apparently gotten himself off; he looked as put together as he had when stumbling into your room. “Another good deed done. Why don't you say thank you for this glorious opportunity of finally getting your dick wet?”

You were only able to watch, your sight blurry and head feeling like it had been stuffed full of cotton, as Sigma's cheeks darkened, his gaze flicking to the side. “Thank you. This was—, well. I couldn't have possibly wished for a better first time.”

Just as you were about to respond did a laugh bubble out of Nikolai's throat, the sound taunting. “Oh boy, no. No, no, I didn't mean thank her—, what a funny thought, really. She did barely more than spread her legs like some whore.” His fingers feathered over Sigma's throat, the touch barely there at all. “I meant you should thank me. After all, this was my idea, wasn't it?”

Sigma's eyes narrowed, all traces of fondness gone. “Leave me alone. I've had enough of your games for today.”

“That's a shame!” Nikolai pushed his lips forward into a frown. “See, I was thinking, maybe, you could come back some other time to spend more time with your little girlie here. If you still need another lesson, however—, well, I'm certain you'll get attached to some other slut soon enough.”

A few beats of tense silence passed. Despite how fucked out you were, the threat in the words was obvious even to you, and you didn't like the implications.

“Thank you.” The words were all but pressed out between ground together teeth, Sigma's posture tense.

Nikolai's smile was wide, predatory. “You're most welcome.”

➛ i really like sigma and nikolai and siglai and and for a second i was tempted to make this a lot more dark... then i remembered this wasn't what everyone signed up for...

➛ day 1 tags: @iamyoureuphoria @what-the-stories-have-foretold @alpaca-lad @mrsdostoevsky @poptartkingsworld @DearAmbellina17 @leon-to-sayaka @astelioio @69doing @yh-uh @hugs-for-drugs-bro @lauritt @vexshira @brookesensei @kiryukett @scar8o @beesbeesbees @fiveangrybees @honie-bunny @deepsweetsbasement @reihimbo @josie-jovan @tsunderecamour @raineandcl0uds @nikolaisgoofyahhhat @dazaisdicksleeve @blueberry-writer @silverquackson @mewoeee @iycsano @kazuxe @jolly0406 @shybarbariancoffee @aspookyscaryghost @maddenleftchat @sykkeee @akxtagawaxryxn0sxke @rodoyf @beandaifuku (help i apologise if you didn't sign up for this kinktober day, the list got very confusing. sobbing)

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kaidabakugou · 1 year

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DAY 10: MOSNTERFUCKING FT. NAGA! KATSUKI BAKUGOU

WORD COUNT: 2.9K

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF ALIENS / MENTIONS OF DEATH / DUB-CON / BITING / APHRODISIACS / BLOOD KINK / TAIL FUCKING / THROAT FUCKING W/ TONGUE / DOUBLE PENETRATION / FINGER LICKING / OVERSTIMULATION / CHOKING / EROTIC ASPHYSATION / NIPPLE PLAY

for decades, humans have been broadcasting their presence in the universe. sending radio waves into space in the hopes of making contact with possible extraterrestrial life with no caution as to whether there might be dangerous predators lurking in that infinite darkness searching for their next target. and after many attempts, they finally got what they were seeking.

it's been two years since aliens made contact with humans. since then, humanity has evolved substantially. interstellar affairs were the least of worries for all the nations before any of this occurred. with the lack of protocol or proper response plans, humans weren't equipped to handle intergalactic species arriving on our planet. but they did what they did best, and they adapted to their new reality.

when the reptiles from outer space arrived on earth, they seeked mutual exchange with the humans. to provide us with the knowledge we lacked in exchange for a way to progress their receding species. humanity agreed, and the changes in society were limitless. technology became so advanced that humans could travel in and out of earth just as freely as the aliens could, and we kept our end of the bargain.

women volunteered, per governmental request, to have sexual interactions with the foreign creatures, with the full disclosure that the outcome was uncertain. many died in the attempt, not compatible with their dna. but with many efforts and scientific breakthroughs, cross species became possible between humans and aliens, resulting in the birth of nagas.

and with that, society changed forever, birthing centers were made to specifically progress the species for mutual benefit between parties. the space reptiles grew in numbers and humans found many ways to profit from the discovery.

nagas varied in form, if an alien had sex with a human, a creature with human features and anatomy on its upper half and the body of a snake on its lower half would come out, earning the name of nagas. if nagas had relations with the reptiles from space, the serpentine genes would predominate resulting in a more advanced version of the same reptilian alien. and if a naga mated with a human, the chances were uniform, either another naga would come or a human with a higher physical and mental capacity than regular humans would.

with such remarkable creatures, they were sought out for many reasons. they were used for military purposes by every nation, a game of who possessed the most advanced creature that would grant them victory when needed. the markets quickly thrived in many ways. nagas were killed for their skins to feed the fashion industry, underground affairs piqued interest with how many buyers wanted to get their hands on a creature that would surely get them status within their groups. and soon, naga tails were just as treasured as rare blue lobsters at high-ranking restaurants.

you had taken advantage of the situation as well, being one of the first volunteers to explore life outside of the planet. for an entire year, you visited other planets and explored different colonies among them, learning everything that you could about their culture.

but after a long year of traveling, you finally decided to return home. life outside of your planet was fun but nothing compares to the feeling of being on earth. you were currently hiking in the forest near your house, making your way towards the waterfall you’d visited countless times before. enjoying the fauna around you, since it was one of the things you missed the most while being away.

other planets did not have the green landscapes that earth had, or the same animals that could be found here. they didn't have the vast supply of water like earth does, and their plant life was almost non-existent. the majority of them relied on their advanced technology to provide them with the resources they needed, and others would make do and adapt with whatever they could find within their colonies. the animal life was also nothing compared to the abundant species on our planet, most of the extraterrestrial creatures possessed reptilian features, similar to the ones who visited us two years ago.

you were almost near the waterfall, the singing of the birds around you giving you a nostalgic feeling after not being able to hear them for so long. the sun peeking through the trees felt nice against your skin, with spring starting, all signs from the cold winter had started to melt and the weather was finally starting to feel warm again.

you're planning on making your trip to the waterfall brief, enjoy some snacks while admiring your surroundings, maybe going for a quick swim before making your way back home. not wanting to stay outside for too long or allow nightfall to catch you since springtime was the breeding season for nagas.

it wasn't rare to see nagas out in the wild, many would adopt hatchlings in pet shops thinking they could raise one for themselves and regret it later when they would start to grow out of proportion. resulting in them getting released into the wilderness to fend off for themselves and survive any predators that would be interested in them, including other humans.

untamed nagas could be quite violent if they felt threatened, and matings could be rather rough since male nagas would often try to force themselves on females, naga or human, to satisfy their own sexual frustrations.

you had set up your blanket near the rocks that had a clear path close to the water. finishing up some berries you had packed while you read the last page on the current chapter of the book you brought along to pass the time while the soothing sound of the waterfall filled your ears.

deciding to go for a quick swim before it was time to return home, you took your clothes off and entered the water. the warm liquid coating your skin as you sink deeper, making sure to give your surroundings a quick look before submerging yourself fully into the water. swimming near the waterfall as you feel your muscles relax under the soft stream, completely forgetting about the world around you.

floating around the water, a splash startles you as you immediately shoot up, wiping the water from your eyes and quickly looking around to see where the noise came from, frowning when you don't notice anything unusual. you remain still while wondering if it was just your imagination, but before you could fret further on the thought you noticed that the sun was starting to set, and you needed to leave soon.

swimming back to shore you fail to notice the ripples forming in the water close behind you until it is too late. something wraps around your ankle, preventing you from swimming further as a gasp fills your throat. suddenly pulling you harshly as your back hits a strong wet surface. a tail wraps around your center, making it impossible for you to move as you try to wriggle against it, but the large appendage only seems to get tighter the more you fight it.

a hissing sound feels your ears, making every muscle in your body go stiff as you feel your stomach sink. you could feel the vibration of the hissing deep in your bones, only one creature was capable of making such sounds, a naga. swallowing the lump inside your throat, you look back over your shoulder to get a better look at your captor, but the sight makes your breath hitch inside your chest.

the most captivating blown out vermilion irises were staring back down at your widened ones. wet blonde hair framing his face while droplets of water dripped from his ends, smooth skin adorned with brown scales that looked golden under the sunset skies. the tip of a forked tongue flicking constantly from in between his lips while he holds you closer to him.

the different shades of brown scales pulled you from your trance, noticing how some were darker than the others, making shivers run down your spine at the realization. a pit viper, some of the deadliest snakes among the nagas, with venom that could be fatal if not treated immediately.

before you could worry further on the thought, the male flipped you over so you're now facing him as you straddle his waist. noticing his erect cock in between the both of you, your lips parting as you stare down at it, not seeing one like it before. the throbbing pointed tip was already leaking thick ropes of cum that dribbled down his large cock, with long ridges that adorned the top of his shaft and pulsing veins under it, leading down to the large knot peeking from the slit of his tail.

sharp claws pull you from your haze as they grace against the delicate skin of your neck, dragging the back of his claws across your throat before finding refuge at your nape. feeling them tangle with wet strands of hair as he pulls you closer to him.

“what’ssss your name?” he asks while dragging the s between his tongue. you tell him your name and he repeats it, testing the words on his tongue before releasing what sounds like a pleased hum. his claws are still scratching against your head while you try your best to keep your eyes on his and not let them wander down towards the twitching cock between you.

“what um, what's yours? you ask, trying your best to stay calm and ignore the tension that's building between your legs.

“bakugou katssssuki”, you give him a small nod in acknowledgement while he starts to untangle his tail from around your body. feeling your muscles relax as you run your hands over your arms to soothe the tension.

you take a quick peek over your shoulder to where your things are waiting for you near the rocks before looking up at the sky, taking note of how it's almost nightfall, pondering if you could even make it back to your house tonight, or if you'll ever return home given your current predicament.

a warm breath against your neck startles you as you turn back to face the naga. bakugou had lowered his face down to your neck, breathing in your scent while nuzzling his nose against the crook of it. you're about to ask what he was doing but you were interrupted by the scream that ripped from your throat.

he sank his fangs into your neck, pain shooting through your body momentarily before heat starts to coarse through you, making you a panting mess while you try to ask what he did to you, stumbling over your words as you find it difficult to focus with the pulsing between your legs.

“relaxssss, female” he whispers against your ear, the tips of his forked tongue tickling against your heated skin. “it’ss jussst a little sssomething to make your body ready for me”

“n-no please don't do this” hissing sounds fill your ears as he quickly turns your face so that you're staring directly at him.

“ssstop fighting, you think you can come ssswim in my territory without a cosssst… and in mating ssseassson of all timesss” he spits before a wide grin spreads across his face, allowing you to see the long sharp fangs protruding from his mouth, still dripping with the aphrodisiac induced venom that he injected you with.

“you had to know exactly what you were doing”, he makes a show of sliding his long tongue across his fangs, drinking the venom from them before wrapping his tail around your center. lifting you up with it while hooking his claws around the center of your bikini bottoms, ripping them off in one swift motion before dragging his fingers between your folds.

slick coating his digits as it dribbles between them, smirking as he brings them towards his mouth. sucking his fingers while staring at you, your walls clenching around nothing at the sight of his tongue swirling around his digits while lapping up your juices.

claws digging into the fat of your thighs before sinking you down on his cock, the tip alone making your body jolt as it stretches you around him. lowering you deeper into his cock, the ridges rubbing perfectly against your sweet spot, not letting a single place inside you go untouched as you sink completely down on him.

the hissing sound returns while he gives you a moment to adjust before lifting you up until the tip of his cock is almost out and sliding you back down on him. repeating the action a couple of times before picking up the pace. raspy moans leaving your throat as he continues to thrust you up and down his cock with his tail.

bringing you closer to him while untangling his tail from your center, wrapping his hands under your thighs as his claws dig into your rear, drawing blood while he continues bouncing you on him. burying his face in the crook of your neck again, this time on the opposite side as he sinks his fangs down into your skin again.

injecting his venom into you before switching to suck on your skin, drinking your blood as the sweet taste of your liquids make his eyes roll to the back of his head. wrapping your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself as much as you could, you let your head fall against his shoulder as you feel the effects of his poison sink deeper into your muscles.

you feel his tail caress the back of your neck before sliding down your spine until it reaches your rear. rubbing it between your ass cheeks, collecting the slick oozing from your tight rim from the aphrodisiac before pushing the tip of his tail into your hole. the action making you yelp as he bullies his tail deeper into your rear. thrusting it while matching the rhythm with your bounces. the knot in your stomach was getting tighter and the stimulation on both of your holes was driving you closer and closer to the edge.

letting go of one of your thighs as he reaches up to wrap a clawed hand around your throat, lifting you from his shoulder as he brings you face close to his, not giving you time to comprehend what he was doing before pressing his lips against yours. dragging his forked tongue across your bottom lip, asking for entry as you open your mouth for him.

your eyes shooting open momentarily before they roll shut again at the taste of your own blood dripping onto your tongue. spilling the mixture of his venom and your blood down your throat as you moan into his mouth, a low purr vibrating in his chest as he devours you. your blood tasting sweeter mixed with your saliva as he pushes his tongue further into your mouth.

the wet muscle getting longer and longer as your lips stretch around his thick tongue while he shoves it down your throat. thrusting it in and out of your mouth while he stares down at you, your vision blurring with tears as you feel the knot inside of you burst. gushing all over his cock and tail as your release dribbles down your thighs.

going limb against his grasp while your holes are completely stuffed as he chases his release. the overstimulation pulling orgasm after orgasm from you as you start to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. retracting his tongue from your throat as you greedily gulp air back into your lungs while he leans down on your body.

dragging his tongue down your chest before the forked tips coil around your nipple, his fangs scraping against your skin before he switches to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as he leans back up to your level. pulling you in for another kiss before burying his face in your neck again, the hissing sounds getting louder this time as he picks up his thrust.

his pace almost animalistic as he chases his release, the feeling of your walls clenching around him and your nails scraping against his scaled back sending him over the edge. his cum feels hot inside of you, filling you up until every last drop is spilled deep inside your warmth.

keeping you plugged as he pulls you close against him, embracing you in his arms as he submerges halfway into the water, keeping you warm while placing kisses on the side of your head.

“hey… you're still with me?” he asks while drawing circles on your back.

“mhm” is all you manage to say while nodding your head softly against his chest.

a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he lets you slip away into sleep while he keeps watch making sure no one else enters his territory while he has you like this. happy that he resisted the urge to kill you when you first set foot into his space, watching you from the trees, curious as to what a pretty thing like you was doing venturing off so far into the forest.

hopeful that he finally found a mate to spend his time with after years of loneliness and suffering. smiling against the side of your head as he activates the purring in his chest to make sure you get a good rest wrapped in his arms.

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k1ttykatsu · 2 years

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THROW SOME MORE- rea sremmurd ft nicki minaj and young thug.

PARINGS: blkstriper y/n! x pro-hero bakugo katsuki.

SUMMARY: what happens when denki buys katuski a private dance at a stripclub?

WARNINGS:: slight breath play, degrading, dacryphilia, choking, slight strip tease, spit, unprotected sex, no prep, slight biting.

WORD COUNT: 4k

“it fuckin reeks” bakugo’s says to his friends as they walk through the club. denki wanted all his friends to hang out since they haven’t seen each other in a while due to their busy schedules.

“lighten up bakubro” kirishima says while lighty chuckling. “i don’t wanna’ be here” he says grumpily under his breath. the pro hero didn’t expect to be at a strip club on his day off but here he is.

“let’s go get a section, we’re just wasting time standing here” sero says as he rolls his eyes. the group agrees and starts to walk the section area.

as soon as they get there they hear an announcement on the intercom (?) “now introducing chastity and candy” the man announces, making the men in the crowd hoot and applaud.

the two dancers come out of the back and start their well practiced routine. but bakugou could care less as of right now. the man looks bored out of his mind, anybody could see that.

so out of the ‘kindness of his heart’ denki decides to help his friend out. he walks over to a pretty dancer and ask if they still did private shows. the worker responds and denki makes sure that his friend is gonna have a good time.

once denki comes back he ignores all the questions that his friends ask about his disappearance knowing that not telling them would be better.

after candy and chastity perform the announcement about private dancers. “the time is finally here folks! it’s time for private dances, if you have one scheduled the girls will be with you soon.” the announcer says making denki smile brightly.

a couple minutes later a drop dead gorgeous girl in a pink skimpy two-piece walks over to the section that the four men are sitting at.

“hi, someone by the name of bakugo is scheduled with me” her voice was as sweet as honey and silky smooth. the four men looked at her in awe, not even listening to what she said.

denki snaps out of his blissful daze and remembers what he did. “bakugo is right there” he says, pointing at the blonde. bakugo looks at him with confusion before responding.

“i didn’t sign up for one” he says looking at the girl. she simply furrowed her eyebrows before denki spoke. “i got one for you kacchan, go have some fun” he says simply before turning back to the show.

“stupid fucking dunce” katsuki mutters out as he decides what to do. your beautiful in every single way possible so for him to decline would be stupid, but he also doesn’t want to seem like a horny bastards like everyone else here.

you snap him out of his gaze by saying “you don’t have to if you're uncomfortable, don’t feel pressured” you bend down and say the last part in his ear sending a chill down his spine.

katsuki finally decides by standing up next to you and signaling towards the back. you smile brightly making his heart flutter a bit. you grab his ginormous hand in your small one to lead the way to the back.

as you're walking you feel him staring at your ass making you smirk to yourself, he’s an ass man.

once you make it to the back you go to your personal ‘room’ filled with a white couch, a mirror, a tv and some other things. bakugo looks as if he entered a whole new world.

your scent is intoxicating as he walks in. he takes deep breaths soaking it in not wanting to ever forget it.

soon after you lead him towards the couch so he could sit down while you got ready. “do you mind if i take these heels off, my feet are killing me.” you say to the pro-hero.

“do whatever you want” he says very simply, making you jump at the opportunity. once your shoes are off and by the door you make your way over to the gorgeous man sitting on your couch.

“i’m sorry, i’m not a pro at this, it’s my first time doing one of these” you confess to the man. he looks at you in shock and you simply laugh.

“by the way if you're not comfortable with me touching you, we could just sit here and talk…or in silence, i’m still gonna get paid either way” you say laughing making bakugou crack a smile.

you simply sit next to him on the couch before saying “so what are we gonna do?”

next thing you know he’s pulling you into his lap making you gasp in surprise. “we could do whatever you're comfortable doing” he says while looking you deeply in your eyes as you adjust yourself.

“well…your very pretty so i would feel stupid not to take this opportunity” you whisper in his ear making him throw his head back slightly. “oh really, tell me more sweetheart” his voice was smooth as butter making you want to melt.

“well…you're very sexy and i was hoping that you took your friend's offer” you say as you slightly move your hips upon his, creating a pleasant amount of friction.

“mhm…really?” he asked, being too caught up in the semi pleasure. when you nod your head he simply grips your ass and moves you faster against him. “mhm” you moan at the pleasure of feeling his jean’s against your clothed pussy.

bakugo groans in your ear, making you smile. “tell me why you accepted” you say breathlessly as he works you faster. he looks at you before shifting his hips making him buck up into you catching you off guard as you let out a loud moan”

“drop dead gorgeous, with a nice smile and a fat ass” he says as the lands a smack against your right asscheek making you moan in his ear.

“feel how hard i am for you?” he asked, clearly being aroused. you nod your head and work your hips faster. “i would kiss you but it’s against- mhff- against company policy” you say just barely getting your sentence out.

he moans while throwing his head back making you whine from the angelic sight. “what time do you get off?” his voice is just above a whisper. “after this actually” you say as you grip his shoulders harder from being close to your climax.

“y’er coming home with me sweetheart, fuckin need you” he whines into your neck making you nod your head as you moan from the vibrations.

“baku-fuck, i’m close” you whine as you go faster wanting nothing more than to reach your orgasam. you feel bakugou claw at your top instantly making your breast pop out.

“m’ close too, go fuckin faster please” he whines while nipping at your breast. “come on y/n, make yourself cum, make me cum”

you feel yourself snap, your orgasam instantly takes over your whole body leaving you a shaker mess. “mhm-fuck ik cuming” you whisper as you dig your face in his neck.

his eyes roll back in his head as he grabs your ass tightly. “mee too baby” he says before grunting loudly while cuming hard.

“katsukiii” you laugh as you walk through the pro-hero’s driveway. his hand secured around your waist as if he’s afraid that you’ll run away.

bakugo waited until after your shift was over to take you back to his place. during the ride to his place you two engaged in small talk that actually kept him intrigued and questioning you which you gladly accepted.

once he gets to his door you see his door handle has the fingerprint detector which lets him in his home faster than you expect. “oh so ur rich, rich” you say while walking through the door of his home.

he laughs at you as he locks the door. “i wouldn’t say all of that” he responds, being humble as ever. you look back at him and smile, making him grin slightly.

“can i go over to the couch?” you ask not wanting to be rude and go where you're not wanted. he simply nods at you making you simply walk over to it.

before you sit down you admire his living room, making you feel a little jealous of his beautiful interior design. “did you design the house yourself?” you ask before you even realize. “yea, built the house up from the ground too” he says bragging making you fake gag.

you see him out of the corner of your eye laughing as he walks over to you. “what? doesn't it look like i have style?” he asks as he sits next to you on the big sofa.

“i didn’t say that, did i?” you ask, giving him a false ‘stank’ face. he looks at your face and laughs obnoxiously at your expression making your pout.

once he settled down he looked at you with the pout still adorned on your face. “awe is the baby pouting” he asks in a faux comforting voice making you pout more. “it’s not funny katsuki, '' you say as you turn away from him.

all of a sudden you feel his hand dragging up your leg. your eyes instantly goes to his, making him smirk meanly. “i’m sorry, pretty girl” he says, making your face heat up.

his hand gets higher and higher until he reaches the top of your shorts. he tugs on the waistband making you smirk at him. “ohhh you want me to take them off?” he nods coyly as if he’s shy.

“mhm…. i don’t know, i don’t think you earned i-” he cuts you off before you finish your teasing. he yanks you so you're sitting on his lap.

your eyes widen in shock by the sudden action making him smirk now. “take em’ off” he says deeply before pushing you off his lap.

you stand up and before you unbutton your shorts you hear bakugo’s voice. “don’t be boring whore, give me a show”

your eyes widen at the insinuation. did he want you to do a strip tease? you look at him and he simply nods giving you your answer. you get your thoughts together before reacting.

first you take off your ankle socks. then you start with your shirt, slowly taking it off and throwing it on the floor. now you're left standing in your pink bra from the club and your jean shorts.

you then walk over to him and squat so your face to face. “can you take off my shorts for me?” you ask, your voice laced with faux innocence. you feel him lift your body up so that you're standing up.

he harshly turns your body so that your covered ass is in his face. he quickly turns you back around and unbuttons the shorts and slowly pulls them down revealing the matching pink bottoms.

once they hit the ground you kick your feet out of them as you grip his shoulders. he looks up to you, grips and smiles at you before standing up,now looking down at you suddenly feeling shy.

“take your clothes off kat’s” your voice is just above a whisper. you see him smirk before sitting back down leaving you standing alone. “take my clothes off” he says as the man spreads, making it easy to take his pants off.

but you take a different route. you get on his lap surprising him a bit, but he stays silent. your green acrylic names instantly go down to the hem of his black t-shirt, pulling it up slowly.

once it’s over his head you put it on the couch. you then rake your nails up and down his obviously toned stomach making him tense up. you smile to yourself, feeling proud of yourself again.

“can i take off your pants suki” you say as your lips nibble on his ear and your hand traces down his happy trail that’s being cut of short. “yes, fuck do something” he says impatiently as he rolls his hips up into you.

you slide down off his lap and position yourself on your knees. you look up at him and smile. he looks dazed out, eyes full of lust and a lopsided smile on his face.

your fingers grip the edge of his pants and you pull them down slightly waiting for him to lift his hips. he looks down at you and smirks, “ask” he says plainly and you do.

you plead with the man, and he happily obliges. he lifts his hips up slowly and you pull them down till they reach his ankles.

you look up at the man and see his hard-on being covered by his tights black calvin klein boxers. you see him slightly thrust his hips in the air making you giggle.

“not fucking funny” he says slightly pouting. you stand up slowly and straddle his hips, slowly closing your eyes when you feel his clothed cock pressing against your cunt.

“you know… you never gave me a tip,” you say suggestively in his ear. he grips your hand before smirking and getting close to your ear.

“i’ll give you more than one” he says before biting your earlobe, making you moan loudly.

once he pulls back you waste no time in kissing the blonde god in-front of you. you kiss him like you’ve known him for years. the kiss is filled with lust making you moan into the man’s mouth.

“i- please katsuki” you say as you feel him grip your ass cheeks aggressively. “get up, let’s go” he says right before standing up, catching you before you fall off his lap.

he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist making him smile. “i could get used to this” you hear him say as he leads you up the steps.

“yea, me too” you say before you get thrown on his california queen bed. you giggle from the impact making him roll his eyes. you see him walk over to his counter draw before pulling out a hefty amount of money and holding it tightly in his hand.

“strip” is all he says before standing there watching you closely. you slowly untie your top pulling it down slowly making his eyes widen quickly.

you see him take a twenty out the stack and throw it at you watching your reaction. you look at the money land on the bed, but you don’t stop your actions. youp pick up the bra top and throw it at him, making him chuckle.

but as soon as it lands on the floor, he practically jumps on you, pulling your lips into a bruising kiss.

you feel him palm your breast as you grind his hips into yours. “take ‘em’ off katsuki” you pant out. you feel him smirk into your mouth as he lifts his body up a bit to pull down his boxers.

once there fully down you feel him grab his fully erect cock and slide it up and down your cunt making you whine.

“katsuki pleasee” you whine in his ear making him groan. he looks down at his cock and so do you. “s’ big” you slur out making him laugh. “i know baby, can you take it all?” he asks as he slaps it against your stomach.

you nod your head and he glides his cock back and forth against your pussy making you whine. after a while bakugou spits on your pussy before taking his cock and spreading it around your cunt.

then suddenly he finally pushes in catching you by surprise. “fuck!” you scream out as he fully bottoms out inside you. “shit, so fucking tight babe” he says as he lets out a shaky breath.

his thrusts are hard and fast, making your eyes roll back. you feel his hand creep onto your neck, resting on it before putting pressure on your windpipe making you gasp for air.

“god your such a whore, going home with a guy you- fuck just met” he says as he thrust harder inside you. your toes curl as gasps for air come out. the man above you looks down at you and smirks.

“when you breathe, it’s because i give you air” he explains as he lets go of your throat making your gasp and cough aggressively. tears flooding your waterline as you moan in pleasure and slight pain.

“yes katsuki” you respond as warm tears drip down your face. katsuki takes notice of the tears and bends down to lick up the salty tear drops falling from your eyes. “such a fucking crybaby” he moans out as you clench around him.

you feel yourself getting closer to your climax and katsuki feels it too. he skillfully slides out of you making you whine before flipping you over on your elbows and knees and forcefully splitting you back open.

“shit, m’ gonna cum” you slur out as you get pounded into the mattresses. “cum babe, fuckin cum on my cock” he says pushing you over the edge.

your toes curl as your body arches itself up as katsuki slams it back down. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a string of expletives.

“shit” you moan out as you feel yourself coming down from your powerful orgasam. you quickly notice your body still being fucked upon making you turn your head back to look at the man.

“t’ much suki” you whine out as he groans. “almost there baby, so fucking close” he whines out making you fuck back into him to help him reach his high.

“ahhh shitt, m’ fuckin cuming” he moans as he holds your head down into the mattress. you instantly feel his hot seed filling you up making you smile into the mattress.

after his aggressive orgasm calms, he’s pulling you up from the bed and pulling you into his arms.

he slickly grabs the wad of cash without you noticing and throws all the bills in the air making them rain down on you and him.

you turn to him and giggle, “yet’ so stupid” you say as you tuck your head into him more,he happily allows it and smiles.

“you’ll be seeing a lot more of it, so get used to it princess.

A/N: first fic of kinktober :), hope you all enjoyed!!

#bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo smut #kinktober ‘22 #katsuki smut #mha smut #my hero smut #bakugo katsuki #s1aterr🧚🏾‍♀️

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saetoru · 2 years

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LITTLE BY LITTLE — GOJO SATORU.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ gojo + size kink - satoru has always been rather big with his presence—in more ways than one

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♱ length ⋮ 1.1k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, gojo is described as bigger + taller than reader, size kink, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, creampie, overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart + baby)

♱ notes ⋮ i finally got productive be proud of me

“t-toru, wait—”

“aw c’mon, you can take it, sweetheart,” gojo shushes you, lips curling into a knowing smile as you sniffle through a choked whimper. he stares down at his throbbing length—the one that’s barely halfway sheathed into your dripping cunt, and he chuckles at the way you gasp as he pushes in just a bit more.

you’re sensitive—cumming twice on his tongue already, and yet the burning stretch of his thick girth makes your eyes sting with tears as you stare up at him with quivering lips. he’s just so big, so thick and long and too much to take at once.

but he kisses away your tears, rubbing his thumb gently over your cheek as he smears the wetness across your skin.

“‘s so big, toru—too big,” you whine, “‘s not gonna fit.”

you do this every time, he almost sighs—crocodile tears and soft pouts, and yet every time, you end up drunk on the drag of his cock, legs wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer as you beg for more. he thinks by now, there’d be no dramatics, but you never can seem to help the sweet sniffles as he splits you open—and he never can seem to get enough of the pretty sight.

gojo has always been big—his presence is larger than life and his name is widespread, but he towers over you with long legs and his hands swallow yours in their grasp. he cradles you against his broad chest like you’re a jewel embellished on his crown—far tinier than he is, but invaluable in his hold. he stares down at you, equal parts in awe and equal parts amused.

“‘m big huh?” he laughs quietly, “you sure sweetheart? think i know this pussy better than you. know it well enough to know i fit right in,” he leans down and presses scattered kisses across your jaw, hovering over your lips and teasingly pulling away when you tilt your face up to close the gap.

and he’s mean, so he laughs once more when you whine at the distance he puts between you.

“c-can’t toru, jus’ can’t—”

“yeah you can, baby,” he hums, “fits every time, doesn’t it? ‘s my pussy—made just for me. always take me so well,” he soothes, and then, with a slow thrust of his hip, he inches into you, little by little pushing past your glistening folds until the blunt head of his cock nudges against the sensitive spot deep in your walls.

you mewl, arms wrapped right around his neck as your back arches, tits pressed against his chest and nipples grazing his own.

“f-fuck—so big, so full, toru,” you gasp, feeling him groan against your neck as you clench down on him while he waits for you to adjust. his teeth are grit, jaw clenched as he tries to fight the carnal urge to slam his hips into you, fighting every bone in his body from drilling his aching cock into the wet heat of your slick pussy. but you’re good—always are for him, so you cant your hips up, whimpering as the fat tip of his cock sinks in deeper against your spot, your clit bumping along his navel.

“so tight baby—f-fuck, i can barely move,” he rasps, “quit squeezin’,” he growls. how can he last with the way your walls hug around his length? it lights up every nerve of his body as he feels the heated friction of his veins dragging along your cunt. and then he stares down at you, at the way your legs hook around his waist, trying desperately to latch onto his large frame. you’re so fragile—so easy to break in the palm of his hands, it makes him cup the back of your head and bring you to bury your face into the crook of his neck. “feel that?” he pants, “feel that sweetheart? ‘s like you were made for me huh? gonna mold this pussy so only i fit,” he groans.

“fuck, toru—feels so good,” you sob, nails clawing at his shoulders, digging into his skin. the pain mixes with pleasure, making him choke on a soft whine as his head falls to your own neck, hips sloppily rutting into yours as he bullies his cock into your abused cunt. you’re writhing from overstimulation, thighs shaking and tears slipping from the corner of your eyes, but then his thumb latches onto your sensitive clit, rubbing harsh circles that make it hard to fight the orgasm threatening to wash over you.

gojo satoru is big—his cock is big as it nudges past your folds, his hands are big as they find purchase of your hips, and his ego is even bigger as he watches you fall apart all because of him. but something about you, just a small part woven into the universe of his grand schemes, makes him feel more human than he ever has. so he laces his long fingers with yours, the rough skin of his cracked palms soothing over your skin as he squeezes your hand.

“c-cum,” he stutters, “‘m so close—gonna make me cum, sweetheart. cum with me, yeah? wanna feel you.” his thumb strokes over your clit once, then twice, and then you shriek his name like it’s the only thing you know how to say.

“t-toru, toru—oh,” you’re repeating it over and over like a prayer you beg to grace with blessings upon you.

you cum hard, spasming your walls around his length, making his hips slam into you desperately as he chases his own high. the clench of your pussy sends him hurdling to his own high, filling you up with every twitch of his cock and painting your walls white with his release. thick, hot ropes of cum drip down the sides of your thighs as he fucks his load into you, groaning your name through a strained, cracked voice as the force of his orgasm makes even the likes of gojo satoru, the strongest, shake in your arms as you pull him close.

“fuck, baby,” he whines, “feels so good—always so good.”

his weight slumps over you, heavy and large over your body, but it’s a comforting weight all the same. it blankets you from the world, shielding you from the cruelties he endures so you don’t have to. because you’re fragile and small in his palms—and he’s gentle and soft with you under the ruse of his ego.

“i love you,” he says quietly, voice lilted with a delicateness meant only for you to hear, human and raw in its tone.

“i love you too, toru,” you whisper back, carrying his weight so he doesn’t have to be alone.

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yoongis-black-grilfriend · 2 years

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Crazy in Love

Summary: You enjoy taking care of a child with your boyfriend, Joe. Since he already had a son, you thought it best to wait to have one of your own. But Joe has other plans…

Warnings: This one is dark loves (beware). Hiding of birth control (and switching them out), Stalking, Jelousy, Forced Breeding, Bondage (handcuffs), Overstimulation, Pentrative Sex, Somnophila, Creampie, Descriptive Sex, and probably some more enjoy!

Y/n, my dear y/n, why must you attract attention everywhere you go? Why must you be so fucking beautiful? I watch as you walk around the Halloween store looking for a costume, and I've noticed that his eyes have been on you since you entered.

Who, you might ask? The clerk. The guy that is supposed to be doing his job instead of eyefucking with my son in your hands. You would think a baby would keep these assholes away, but they don’t. If anything, they make them worse. He must think you're a single mother in need of a man to fuck her because she hasn't been touched in so long.

He's wrong though. John, which I learned from reading his name tag, is so fucking wrong. He is still at his desk, yet it appears he is ready to make a move on you, my love. I walk over in my hat and glasses, feigning an interest in something.

“Hey man, do you know where I can find the masks?” He looks annoyed because he was just a moment away from tapping you on your shoulder and trying to take you away from me, and that is not going to happen. He looks annoyed, but I do not give one single damn.

I see you have found a costume. It's unfortunate that I was occupied with John over here and couldn't see it, but it's okay. I love surprises. You're now making your way home, and that's all that matters. John gives up once he sees you walking out of the store and rolls his eyes, pointing to the back of the store.

Now it is time for me to hurry home. With a smile, I make John's day even worse. “On second thought I think I might go to another store thank you buddy.” And he is off stomping back to his counter. Exiting the store, I enter my car and make my way home, back to you and henry.

The moment I walk through our door, I see you setting Henry in his highchair, getting him ready for lunch. I appreciate and adore you more and more every day because of the way you treat him like your own. As soon as you saw I was in the kitchen, you broke into a wide smile and instantly made my day.

“How was the Halloween store?” Even though I already know the answer, I still want to hear your gentle voice. “It was good, baby. I got us all costumes for your friend's costume party, we're going as the Flinstones.” You said, putting your soft lips in a kiss. I favor the moment as you slip your tongue in my mouth.

The kiss was about to turn into a make-out session until Henry started to babble when he finally spotted me. You break the kiss to look at him with the most perfect timing because your alarm for birth control goes off. You hurry off by giving me a peck on my cheek.

You are such a silly girl. Rushing off to go take your birth control. It’s a shame you don’t know that I have been swapping them out with pills that help you get pregnant. It's all a part of our future and I'm doing this for us.

I have already arranged for this to happen tonight so you can enjoy your last day of not being pregnant because this is definitely going to happen. Henry is almost through eating when you return to the kitchen and seat down next to me.

You pick up where you left off and start to eat the food that you prepared for Henry and yourself. I just can't help but notice how beautiful and breathtaking you look when you put the spoon to your lips, taking a bite out of your creation. The moan you let out when you taste it does something to me, something feral.

With each bite I watch as you lick your lips before they curve around the spoon. And it’s helpless for me to not imagine how they would feel against mine, so impossibly smooth. How velvety your tongue would feel licking up and down my- I am suddenly pulled from my thoughts as you stand to pick up a spoon henry dropped onto the floor. But just as quickly, I go back to them as I watch you bend down. I have to hold myself back from just taking you right there.

You return back to your meal. Once you've finished eating and clearing your dishes, you notice that Henry was done with his food as well. By this time, it was about 5 pm, which meant that Henery needed to be put down for a nap soon. I lift out of my chair, ready to clean him off, but you're always one step ahead of me. You order me to sit down before you take Henry to wash him off to lay him down.

You come back in about 10 minutes with a sheepish smile on your face. “He has been active all day, but I'm going to lay down a little bit. Do you want to come?” you asked me. How could I say no to a face like that? I nodded my head signally that I’ll take a nap with you as we made our way into our shared bedroom. You go to your dresser and I notice how you put on some shorts without any panties.

After you climb into bed and wait for me to join you, I take my shirt off and get into bed next to you, wrap my arms around you, bury your head in my chest, and immediately fall to sleep with light snores escaping your lips. I admire you while you sleep. How could I possibly not? I notice the way your chest rises and down. I can feel your nipples through the thin material of your shirt on my chest. I definitely can't help but notice your leg wrapped around mine. Every now and then you rub yourself against my leg and I feel myself harden under my sweatpants.

I let you sleep for at least an hour before I decide to make my move. I reach over and unlock my drawer, revealing two sets of handcuffs. I slowly push you to lay on your back. I take hold of your wrist and attach one pair to chain your wrist to the headboard before doing the same with the other. Grabbing a condom, I make sure to make as many holes I can with a tack before I turn my attention back to you.

Using my fingertips, I run them over your body as you still lay dead asleep. I pull your shorts to the side and pull my shorts off. I wrap my hands around my cock and fist it a couple of times. Collecting the precum on my fingers, I rub it onto your clit to give you some type of lubrication.

Rolling the condom onto my cock, I move in between your legs and enjoy the last few moments of your sleeping face before I move my cock inside of you slowly. You're still sleeping as I go inch by inch. I trust my hips slightly faster as I hold my groans in, not wanting to wake you up. The pleasure is way too strong right now. Even in your sleep your pussy fits around me like a tight sleeve.

You start to stir in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper. “Fuck”. That was music to my ears as I stroke faster feeling my cock twitch inside of you due to you and your damn walls clenching against me. “Fuck, y/n I could’nt resist, baby. You looked so fucking hot while you were sleeping, I couldn’t help myself,” I say as I notice you have woken up while you stare up at me, holding your moans back with your eyes glossy and mouth wide open.

“Joe, fuck” you whimpered. Your voice drives me to the edge, causing me to release along with you. The milk of my cum and it all going inside of you (little do you know). I pull out quickly, causing you to hiss at the loss of contact, and take the condom off, throwing it in the trash next to our bed. I can hear you breathing deeply as you close your eyes and process the orgasm you just had.

Once more, I slip between your legs and completely bury my cock inside of you. Your hands are raised over your head as you stare up at me, appearing as though your eyes would bulge out of your head. You are so fucking wet that I slip in and out of you quickly because of the ring of cum on my cock. “Baby your fucking me so good,” you say a little loudly. I cover your mouth with my hand as I feel you sob against it, still sensitive from your last orgasm.

Moving my hips faster, I pound into you as you cry. I can feel your tears on my palms and I see them coating your beautiful face. “Lovely, I’m about to cum again, are you with me?" I said, wanting to cum at the same time. You nod against my hand in reply. I detach my palm from your face. “Joe, make sure to pull out okay!” You say with a little desperation. “I will sweetheart don’t worry about it,” I say, knowing that I'm not. You clench around and start to shake as you start cuming on my cock. I can feel the warmth of your cum spread between us as I bottom out and cum so fucking deep inside of you.

“Baby I told you not to cum inside me!” you whine, highly upset, trying to free yourself of the handcuffs. “Calm down my sweet y/n, I have a plan b you can take.” I reassure myself knowing that the “plan b” that I’m going to give you is a sugar pill. We both put on our clothes and head out to check on Henry after I release you from the handcuffs and give you the pill. After seeing that he was okay we lay down and sleep for the rest of the night.

THE NEXT DAY

We at your friend's house and I were dressed as the flintstones as we walked around greeting everyone. You look so beautiful with your costume and carry Henry around in his I can't wait to see you pregnant walking around with Henry letting everyone know that you're mine.

After A while things started to wiehle down and we were all sitting around the couch playing games and watching movies. Until you aburty hand Henery off to one of your friends before you speed walk into the bathroom I follow you because I'm worried until I see you hunched over the toilet throwing up. I hold your hair back because I care about you and I care about us and our future together.

“Ugh I feel so horrible” you said sitting down on the bathroom floor catching your breath. “I’ll schedule a doctor's appointment tomorrow so we can see what's going on” I said as you looked up at me with a smile. “Thank you babe. What would I do without you.” you explained putting flutters in my chest.

I’m happy that you see a glimpse of what I would do for you…

Austin! Elvis post will be posted tomorrow thank you for all the love you guys have been giving my imagine. I appreciate all of you 😭🫶🏾

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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Title: Size

Pairing: Soft Dark!Thor Odinson x Reader

Kink Prompt: Size [Size Kink]

Word Count: 1,956

Summary: You accept a catering job from a customer.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Lightly Implied Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Size Kink, Stalking, Smut, Darkfic, Forced Intoxication, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number five and the latest of my very late week 2 fics for my kinktober celebration! mind the tags and warnings, as always, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics

Thor’s… infatuation begins as all things do—small.

It is perhaps the turn of your head as you make his coffee—dark and sweet, the way he likes it. Or maybe the set of your mouth as you pour, full lips pressed together into as you concentrate. Small, soft hands, sweet, round face, filling his thoughts to bursting, and still he cannot get enough of you. Your flour smudged cheeks, fingers stained with spun sugar, you are as addictive as the sweets he lines up for, standing a full head taller than every other person in the queue.

He isn’t entirely sure when he began coming for you instead of the sweets lining the shelves and window displays of your shop. His first visit, Thor had thought of nothing else besides assuaging his craving for sweets. Now, however, his thoughts are consumed with other things—

Like whether or not the girth of his cock will fit between your pretty lips.

He inhales the scent of warm sugar and browned butter, shifting impatiently. He wants to force his way to the front, demand you close down and serve only him, the way he would if he were home, on Asgard. But he knows that you require a light touch, a gentler hand. The way you peek bashfully up at him through your lashes when he finally reaches the front of the line tells him this.

“H-hello, um, again,” you say, a smile spreading across your full lips. Your hair is tied back with a white kerchief, but a few curls spring out to frame your pretty face. He watches your throat move as you swallow nervously.

“Greetings,” he replies, gracing you with a charming smile. He rubs the back of his neck a little, as his smile turns embarrassed. “I fear I simply cannot stay away.” His self-deprecating laugh earns him a sweet little laugh.

“Oh gosh. That’s, you’re just—“ You stammer nervously, shaking your head. “Flatterer.”

“We had a baker, in the castle. His only task was to deliver the finest of pastries to us. I fear you have him beat on all accounts.” You shake your head, laughing again, this time with disbelief. “And that is not flattery. It cannot be flattery if it is true.”

Uncomfortable with the compliment, you try to steer the conversation back to the transaction, the one thing Thor is trying to put off. “You’re too kind. What can I get for you today?”

“I shall have two of your fruit tarts. And one of these, please.” He points to a delicately frosted cookie in one of the display cases. As you’re puttering about getting his order together, Thor clears his throat. “I also come with a business proposal.”

You stop and turn to look at him. “Like… a catering thing?”

He nods.

“Yes. We are to celebrate the start of the harvest season, might you grace our tables with your talents?” You swallow again, teeth sinking into your deliciously plump lower lip as you slowly drop the cookie into a wax paper bag and replace the tongs on the lid.

“Where is it?”

—

New Asgard is not as glorious to behold as his home once was, but he is still impressed by the traditional architecture the remainder of his people have been able to erect. The mead hall is bright and bustling with activity, the festivities well underway. Thor watches as you flit from serving table to serving table, fussing over the plates. When you see him watching you, you smile apologetically.

“Sorry. I get… controlling, when I cater.” You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope everything has been good.”

“Delicious. I could not have asked for better.” He produces a goblet of Asgardian wine, and it’s massive in your small hands. “I do not believe you have partaken.” He smiles. “It is a celebration, is it not?”

You try to put the goblet down on the small table, but Thor’s smile drops by a fraction. He sees the desire to please in you plainly, and this time is no exception as you hesitate, and then turn back to him.

“I’m—well, you know, I’m working, technically.” He looses a booming laugh in response.

“If you are working, then I am your employer, am I not? Please, enjoy the evening.” He watches you carefully as you tip the goblet up to your lips. Your eyebrows rise with surprise.

“This is good, actually.” You sniff at the alcohol, looking up at him. “I’m not really much of a drinker,” you admit with a sheepish look.

“Mead. Our finest. You’ll find the quality quite different from that of your Midgardian brew.”

“Yes, it’s sweeter,” you chirp, taking another sip. Thor is careful to keep the knowing smile from his face. “I like it.” He chats idly with you as you finish it, draining the goblet.

“I must ask. What led you to this profession?”

“Oh, um. My grandmother, actually.” The alcohol has loosened your tongue. You press a hand to your warm cheek. “I grew up with her, and she was always baking. I’m sure you can tell,” you point at yourself, a self-shame dripping from every syllable.

“I’m afraid I do not share that particular Midgardian sensibility,” he says casually. “My people find a,” he pauses, letting his eyes linger on yours for a moment more than was appropriate, “robust figure to be a sign of good health.” His smile widens by a fraction. “And virility.” He turns to a passing server, and plucks another two goblets of wine from her tray. Thor presents one to you, and you’re too flustered not to take it.

You take a few sips, and Thor readies his timed apology. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to offend.”

“Y-you, um, you didn’t.” You’re eager to change the subject, and Thor obliges.

“Would you like a tour?” He asks, the smile on his face turning proud. “I would be honored to show you.” You want to be talking about anything other than yourself, and so you nod as Thor watches you drain your second goblet.

“Yes, yes please. That would be wonderful.”

He walks you through the tapestries lining the walls of the great hall, victories and feats of valor performed by his father, his ancestors. There are artifacts on marble pedestals in the hallway, and as Thor closes the large doors behind him, the sound of festivities fades into interminable silence. You marvel appropriately at his treasures, and Thor beams at you.

“My father’s helm,” he replies, nodding at the golden helmet you stand in front of. “It was quite something to see him ride into battle.”

“These are amazing,” you reply earnestly. “I’m… I’m very sorry. About what happened.”

His smile turns grim. “Yes.” He grimaces. “A loss I fear my people shall never recover from.” The long hallway begins to slope upward, leading to a set of stone steps. He leads you up them, and you follow unquestioningly. His own chambers are above the mead hall, ornately furnished in the style of his destroyed home. You gape at the luxury of it as he leads you inside, your eyes moving from the brightly lit fire in the hearth to the bed, the balcony. The settees and pillows in front of the hearth make for fine seating, and there is a pitcher of wine and two glasses on the table. Thor motions for you to sit, and you do.

You smooth the silky fabric of your dress behind you carefully as you perch on the pillows, and Thor begins to pour you another glass.

“I really shouldn’t—”

“What is another glass of wine between friends, hmm?” He asks, knowing full well that the inside of your skull must be buzzing fiercely already. Cowed, you meekly accept the goblet, raising it to your lips as he raises his. “I must complement you once again,” he says, and you fidget, drinking deeply from your goblet.

“T-thank you. I honestly… I can’t believe you asked me.” Thor settles himself beside you, close enough that your thighs touch.

“I could think of none better.” His hand falls to your shoulder, and you swallow thickly, and lean forward to place your goblet back on the little table in front of you. You miscalculate though, and almost miss. Thor quickly snatches the cup from your alcohol-clumsy fingers with a chuckle.

“Careful, little mouse.”

You duck your head. “I’m—I’m sorry. I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink.” The words are slurry and heavy on your tongue, he can tell by how their edges run together, the words blurring like runny watercolor. “I—”

“It is strong, is it not?” He hums, placing it on the table.

“Y-yes.” You blink up at him blearily before shaking your head. “I-I should go. Check back on the—” His hand clamps down your thigh, large enough to cover most of it with his palm. Thor squeezes gently.

“No, pet,” Thor chides you softly. “We’re having a conversation. It is rude to leave now.” You squeak as he squeezes again. “You know, I quite like you.” He revels in the feel of your soft skin under the thin fabric of your dress, his hand moving slowly up and down your thigh. Your eyes widen as you search for an exit, your mouth opening and closing while you try to find words to dissuade him.

“Th-that’s very nice, but, I, um—”

Thor chokes off your protests by lifting the goblet to your lips for you. He tilts it up as his other hand slides behind your head. Your eyes widen with shock, and you cough, sputtering as he tips the wine down your throat. Some of it runs out of the corners of your mouth as you choke on it, but far more of it goes down your throat. You feel dizzy and sick as he pulls away, swaying dangerously on the couch.

His hands are already working at his belts and trousers furiously, before loosing the cape at his shoulders. You lift a hand to your head as you try—and fail—to stand, falling back to the cushions. Thor hushes your drunken, mumbled protests with his own mouth, sighing as he runs his tongue along the seam of your lips. You’re so small, his hands span almost the length of your waist as he grabs you about the hips, pulling you down until your hips fit lewdly against his. You try to close your thighs around his hips clumsily. The movement forces your dress up your hips, exposing your panties as you fidget.

“—I, wait—”

“It’s alright, pet,” he brushes one of this thumbs across your lips, slipping it between them as you open your mouth to speak again. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He groans at the sight of you, and slaps his cock against your vulva a few times for good measure.

“F-feel good?” You mumble drunkenly, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes.

“Oh yes, pet,” he purrs, fisting his length in one hand. The thick, veiny length of him stretches almost to your belly button, and as he plays with the swelling nub at your center, you grow slick and whiny. Your breath hitches in your chest as he presses against your tight entrance, your cunt stretching reluctantly around his head. You whine, pressing your head back into the pillows as you huff through your teeth.

“T-too big, Thor—” The head pops inside and he feels you shudder, the words turning into an embarrassedly pleased moan.

“On the contrary pet,” he says lowly, drawing back only to drive in another few inches. “I think it’s just right.”

fin

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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One Per Customer

Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: Chris’s blue eyes turn green.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Jealous Chris, possessiveness, rough sex in a pickup truck, public sex, fingering, nipple play, edging, rearview mirror sex, talking you through it, p in v, creampie, good girl kink, fluff, ‘lil more Dom Chris. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).

Author’s note: This is the result of a dear Nonnie’s ask, a sequel to Customer Service. I need another series like another hole in my head. Welp. Lemme know if we need to see more of these two.

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You were bent over the steering wheel of the pickup truck, trapped between it and Chris’s huge cock pounding in and out of you. He was holding back, stroking deep but frustratingly slow.

There was nothing you could do but take it. And you loved it.

Chris was lifting you slightly with strong hands around your waist so he could leverage his thrusts, pelvis striking your ass so forcefully that he could see the effects on your bottom.

“Sssssss… oh yeah. Love to see that ass jiggle when you’re taking these shots, Gorgeous. You always take ‘em so well, too. Squeezing me like… like a... Good. Fucking. Girl.”

“Hhhhhnnnnghhh, Chris! I…”

You were complaining and keening at the same time, trying not to honk the horn as Chris had his way with you. But he was fucking you so well that you were about to collapse on the wheel and that would cause a long, loud blare and you were beginning not to care….

You tried to focus, but it was hard.

Chris was hard.

So deliciously hard.

Chris ran his hand up your spine under your dress and around to tease and pinch your taught nipples intermittently. That, the smell of the leather of the wrapped steering wheel, the fog forming in the window from your breath and the cold outside combined for information overload for this adventure.

You could almost feel his smile as he reached down to spread your cheeks so he could see better in the dim light.

“Fuccckkkkkkk. That’s so pretty. The way your tiny little pussy struggles to let me in yet takes me so well. This is a great angle in the moonlight. You know I love to watch my cock destroy your holes, Gorgeous.”

Oh, you knew. The number of mirrors you’d bought to decorate the rooms of his house were not wasted. Chris Evans was a freak.

The image in your head about how good it might look and that, coupled with how good it felt, caused you to moan louder than you intended.

“That’s it, Gorgeous. Let me hear you. Get loud if you want.”

You chuckled and shook your head at him.

“Don’t be a dick. Chris.”

He responded by hitting it even harder than before, rendering you unable to speak properly.

“Omygoddddthatfeelsssoooo! …..l”

“What Gorgeous? Does it feel good? And you say I shouldn’t be a dick? But that’s what’s making you incoherent right now, correct?”

He paused for you to answer but you could only whine as he held you down to destroy your cunt. His hand reached around for your clit and you almost lost it from this new assault. He teased you, applying varying degrees of pressure, pinching, and flicking to your sensitive bud, apparently trying to drive you insane.

“Chris… please, please, please…”

You put your forehead down on the wheel and rotated your pelvis on his cock, chasing some kind of relief. The air was full of the smell of sex and the sounds of arousal. Chris ignored your begging and continued his monologue.

“Ohhh, shit, Y/N! D’ya hear that pussy? How wet it is? You’re fucking soaked for me. Cream all over my cock, Gorgeous”

Chris’s voice was loud, and it carried, and you knew he was doing it on purpose. Then he stopped talking so you could both hear the obscene wetness of you and him fucking in his truck on this beautiful October Friday night.

“This. Pussy. Is. Mine. Right?”

“Yes, Chris.. Yes.”

Your whisper was plaintive and urgent. You just needed to cum. Chris was speeding up slowly now, the thick slick head of his cock sliding through your channel, making you feel every beautiful imperfection. And when he was seated fully inside you…gotdamn.

“What did you say?”

“It’s yours. Only yours!”

You got a little loud, but now you didn’t care that his window was down. At this point you didn’t care who heard. This felt like nirvana. You and Chris together always did.

“Wanna see your face, Gorgeous.”

Chris snaked his hand up the front of you, grabbed your throat, and leaned you back on him so that you could feel his heart beat fast through the layers of clothes between you. His seat was reclined all the way back.

He kissed the side of your head as you arched back onto him and you felt him moving. But all that mattered was chasing the high that was just out of reach. His hand was between your legs, stroking your clit with fingers that were teasing you so good that your legs were shaking.

“Chris! Please!”

You were soaking his fingers.

Chris grabbed your chin and turned it so that you were now facing the adjusted rear view mirror which showcased your lust filled face.

“Keep those fucking eyes open, Gorgeous,” Chris whispered menacingly against the shell of your ear.

You shuddered as his other hand crept up from your thigh to flick your nipple with his forefinger and thumb over and over. The pain was delicious. You closed your eyes and he moved his hand away for a second then back to your throat.

“Watch me watch you cum, Gorgeous. I need it. Cum all over me and my nicely detailed leather seats.”

You met Chris' eyes in the rear view and opened your mouth to breathe. You started panting as he nuzzled your cheek.

“Can you do that for me? My Gorgeous Good Girl? Scream for me.”

“Fuck!”

You rasped, then yelled as you clenched and came around him, uttering filthy pornographic sounds as you finally found your release. You were vaguely grateful that you did not in fact release everywhere, but any coherent thought left your brain again as Chris let you up to ride his cock and your orgasm to its finish.

“That shit is mine… fuck me Gorgeous. Make me cum.”

You worked your hips and soon he pulsed hot sticky sweet cum deep inside you and collapsed on the steering wheel.

The horn let out a bleet, which caused you to try and scramble off Chris’s lap. But he held you fast, kissing the back of your neck as he ground his slowly softening member inside you, causing an aftershock to run through your body.

“Fucking mine.”

The possessiveness.

“Christ, Christopher. You’re a menace.”

You were hoarse and you wondered how much you shouted when you came. You looked up to see Ryan’s window move when the shutters closed. There was no mistaking that you had an audience.

“Chris. He probably heard the whole thing.”

You leaned back and whispered as Chris reached in the center console for some paper napkins.

“Good,” grunted Chris as he tenderly cleaned you up the best he could.

You shifted to the passenger seat and grabbed for your panties on the floor. Chris snatched them before you could and stuffed them in his pocket as he zipped up his pants. He winked at you.

You shivered as you shook your head, causing Chris’s eyes to soften and hand you his flannel shirt for warmth. He reached over and buttoned it up as you looked up into his blue, blue eyes. You wanted to reassure him.

“You don’t have to worry, just because I’m working with Ryan now, doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything with him. He’s just a flirt. And he doesn’t know we have this ….situation.”

You looked toward Ryan’s house again and frowned, realizing that you had to search for a word to describe you and Chris. You decided to chill.

“Well he didn’t.”

Chris grimaced at the word “situation” as he took in the look on your face.

You and Chris had been hooking up on the low for about 6 weeks. You were just letting things flow and not stressing a label. Further conversation about what you were hadn’t seemed that urgent until now.

To Chris, it was urgent as a muthafucker tonight.

“Ryan Duran is an asshole. And I saw him checking for you all night. He wants that ass. And when he made that joke about bending you over his new couch I…”

“I can handle Dr. Duran, handsome.”

You smiled at Chris and gently rubbed your hand over his still buzzed head and now full beard as his eyes shone in the moonlight.

“Look at it this way, you should be content that you raised the most money for Z’s class. You beat his ass by reading If You Give a Dog a Donut.”

Chris gave you a side smile. He loved giving back to his community. He loved that you knew that about him.

He loved…

“You’re right. Now my girlfriend, who is the best interior designer in the Northeast, will be making over her classroom.”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“Girlfriend?”

You crossed your arms as Chris started the truck.

“Yes, Girlfriend. Everyone knows you’re my girlfriend, Gorgeous.”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Well, no one told me. ”

You huffed as if you were mad.

Chris turned off the truck and leaned toward you, gently reaching for your face and turning it toward him.

“You’re my One, Gorgeous. Will you be mine?”

You took his face in your hands and kissed his pouting lips. A surge of joy filled your soul.

“Yes, Sir. Will you be my boyfriend?”

Chris grinned.

“Only if you spend the weekend at my place,” Chris quipped as he pulled off from being where he’d parked in front of Ryan’s house an hour earlier.

“Sure, but I have to prep for my meeting with Ryan Monday morning.”

“Fair enough, let’s go grab your laptop and swatches and nothing else. I want you naked except for my shirts and in my bed for the next 48 hours.”

He smiled at the road to your place and put a huge, hot hand on your thigh.

“I’ll feed you, fuck you, and fill you with cum…”

You laughed and shook your head at him.

“I can’t with you Christopher…”

He leaned over for a kiss at the stoplight.

“Oh yes you can. And only with me.”

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