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bettyfrommars · 11 months

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I had an anon request asking about Eddie and Reader intimacy sex after a hard day of work, and I meant to write a few lines, but now there is this ❤️ WC:640

boyfriend!Eddie x fem!Reader

18+Only, intimacy smut, boyfriend!Eddie, unprotected p in v, creampie

At first, sex is the last thing on either one of your minds, even though you're very much in love, because life in the real world gets exhausting. But then you go to kiss each other goodnight in bed once you're under the covers and the lights are out, and Eddie makes that needy mew sound in the back of his throat, spurred by the tongue you just slipped him, his thumb grazing your nipple through the cotton of your shirt. The kissing deepens, inhaling the smell of the soap you bought him to wash his face, and the crisp scent of laundry detergent on the pillowcase. "Fuck, I love you," he mumbles on an exhale, helping you take off the baggy tee of his that you wear to bed so that the two of you can press skin on skin. "I thought you were too tired?" you tease, snapping the waistband of his boxers, knuckles grazing the treasure trail below his bellybutton.

"Never too tired for this," he whispers, fingers seeking the heat between your legs. "Open up for me baby, I need to be inside you again." As he says it, he's moving on top of you, getting rid of his boxers, and you're pushing your underwear down your legs, offering yourself to him. Tongues flick between softly parted lips, "you miss it, don't you, baby? You miss my cock inside of you?"

"Yeah, baby, I need it," you whimper, feeling the tip stretch you a bit as he guides it in, and you buck your hips up to meet him, begging. A strand of his hair gets caught in between your lips and you caress it back behind his ear.

His mouth hovers over yours, nose pressing into your cheek, because he wants to stay as close to you as possible, sinking in with a groan. "I love how wet you get for me, baby, fuck. I love that it's all for me."

He's all the way in now, and the sensation makes you shudder, filling you with those familiar intense emotions that make a tear catch in your throat from time to time. "I love you so much," you whisper against his mouth, his hips working, unsure what saliva belongs to who. One of your hands is on his lower back, coaxing him deeper, while the other is holding his face, needing the weight of him.

He hesitates, lifting up just enough to ask if you want him to grab your vibrator out of the nightstand.

"Don't you dare go anywhere, baby. I want you just like this," you insist. You need him as close as he can be for as long as it takes.

You push hair out of his face again as his forehead rests on yours, and his thrusting gets faster, breath hitching in his chest. "I'm gonna cum so hard, holy fuck," he hisses, hips stuttering. "Do you love me, baby?"

"I love you more than anything," you whine, fingers sinking into the flesh of his hip. "I'm so in love with you."

His movements jerk and then still, exhaling a sharp breath, pouring himself into you, pushing it base deep. He always came the hardest when you told him how much you loved him.

He stiffens and rides the wave of bliss for a few seconds longer, and then you have all of his weight on you, cock staying inside until it softened enough to slide out. Your orgasms were plentiful with Eddie, but this time, even without it, your pleasure was equal to his.

Exhaling hot breaths against your throat, he hushed, "I've never loved anyone this much," and then both sets of eyes fluttered heavy and the pillow was calling.

You let him be the little spoon that night.

#Eddie munson #eddie munson smut #intimacy smut #intimacy #boyfriend!Eddie #missionary baby #asks

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castieltrash1 · 8 months

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could you write tod wagner and pussy worship for the friday the 13th sleepover 🥺

anon pls know id die for u mwah

switch!tod waggner x afab!reader; smut, body worship, oral, fingering, dirty talk

Even with your grip tightening on his hair, trembling thighs pressing into either side of his face, Tod doesn’t budge. Your surprised gasp fueled by the oversensitivity of his lingering tongue only seems to spur him on. If you couldn’t see his eyes turning into crescents, you’d still know he was smiling by the way his lips curl against your wetness.

The aftershocks of your orgasm rack through your body and you twitch under him, shaking your head.

“T-Tod, fuck, ‘s too much,” you whine, nails scratching his scalp. In spite of your words, your insatiable boyfriend continues, stiffening his tongue as he drags it from your still-clenching hole up to your swollen clit -- which he promptly pulls between his lips and sucks on. A gargled sound escapes you and a strength you didn’t know Tod possessed catches you off guard as he presses down on your hips, holding you in place. You scramble for purchase, legs kicking helplessly, feet sliding against the sheets.

Tod lets out a muffled giggle, the sudden lack of stimulation giving you time to gasp a sharp inhale. “Your pussy is so cute,” he coos, breath hot against your core. Warmth creeps across your skin as you feel his thumbs spread you open, exposing you further to his heavy gaze. “So needy, too. Are you sure you can’t take one more?” The question is hypothetical, of course, since he’s deadset on making you cum again just like this, sprawled out beneath him.

He pulls back just enough to graze his teeth against the soft skin of your inner thigh, kissing the stinging spot after to soothe it. “It’s crazy how good you taste, dear,” Tod comments, licking his lips to catch the glistening arousal he’s missed. You feel the mattress dip with his weight as he grinds his hips against it. “C-can you really blame a guy for wanting more?”

“You’re crazy,” you playfully groan, watching the way his face flushes at the newfound friction on his clothed cock. “Don’t you wanna fuck me?”

He chuckles, the sound twisting into a breathless gasp. “I think the - fuck... the word you’re looking for is smitten.” Just as you feel yourself gain the upper hand, his hand shifts, the bony knuckles of his middle finger stretching you out as they sink inside you. A single curl has you gritting your teeth, hips bucking against his wrist.

Tod presses a gentle kiss to your clit, taking over once more. “And if you wanted something inside, all you had to do was ask.”

friday the 13th sleepover weekend

#tod waggner smut #tod waggner #tod waggner x reader #final destination smut #final destination #final destination drabble #final destination fanfic #tod waggner x reader smut #tod waggner fanfic #chad donella #friday the 13th sleepover weekend #t: writing #answered #anonymous

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mintmatcha · 3 years

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quickie - dabi X hero!reader

Dabi x cis!fem reader

CW: public sex, voyeurism, standing sex, doll as a nickname, praise

a/n: thanks to shan’s discover server for dealing with my bullshit creating this <3

"We can't keep doing this."

The figure, leaned against the graffitied brick of a building, tosses back his hood as he takes another drag from his cigarette. The black of his hair, streaked with the occasional red, shines under the streetlamp. His burns are worse than the last time you’ve seen him, stretching from his face to his knuckles.

"You say that everytime." Dabi drops the cigarette butt and crushes it under the heel of his boot. "But you always come anyway."

You scuff your heel against the concrete, listening to how it echoes down the empty street. The dive bar you two stand in front of long ago cleared, all of the patrons disappearing into the night.

Maybe heading home. Most likely not.

You should be heading home too.

"I'm only here because you asked me to be here." you ask cooly, forcing your eyes to stay glued to your phone. You don't look away until his tight grip clutches your shoulder. Against the chill of the night, his touch is comforting.

"Don't play coy." he scoffs, "I never asked you to be here, little hero."

You flinch at the nickname, checking your surroundings once again. Being recognized as a hero would mean trouble in this neighborhood. You already clearly don't belong; you had dressed nicely for a date- a date with another hero, someone good for you-

only to abandon him the moment this asshole texted you.

"I just told you I was bored," Dabi smirks, the stitches at the corners of his mouth pulling as he eyes you up, "And you decided to entertain me, apparently."

You wish your heart wasn't beating out of your chest. You're not quite sure what it was about him- maybe the danger, maybe daddy issues, maybe the horrifying idea that you genuinely cared about him, maybe something entirely different- but you were wrapped around his fingers.

And he is well aware of it.

He hooks a finger under the strap of your dress and pulls it down and off your shoulder with a languid pace, eyes tracing over the exposed skin. "I like this. Kinda fancy, kinda skimpy-" His tongue runs over the edge of one of his incisors, his piercing catching the low light. "It's like you're asking for trouble."

You just shrug. "Maybe I am looking for trouble."

"I told you to stop playing coy." His hand cups your chin, dragging it up to look at him directly. His gaze is dark, hungry, and more than a little dangerous. "Are you here to get dicked down or what?"

You try to sound nonchalant, but your voice is high and tight in your throat. “If that’s what you want, I guess.”

“Aw, come on now, lil hero. Don’t pretend to be a brat." he grins, pulling your head higher, “Lemme hear you say it. Tell me you came here to get fucked."

“I-” you hesitate.

“Come on, say it.” he takes your hand in his and, for a second, it's sweet- but then he guides it down to the front of his pants, cupping you over his crotch to feel the beginning of his excitement. "Say you wanna get fucked."

You swallow, and then gently squeeze his cock. "I want you to have sex with me."

"Nuh-uh. That's not what I said." he leans into you, lips brushing against yours, blue eyes never leaving yours, "Say you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me."

“Aw, dirty girl.” he purrs, "What would everyone think? The perfect sidekick, begging for a villain's cock?"

He closes the gap and catches the plush of your lip between his teeth- hard. You gasp and he doesn't waste the opportunity; his tongue finds yours, rushed and messy.

The kiss breaks, a string of spit connecting your lips for a microsecond. "Turn around."

Before you can react, Dabi's hand grips your forearm and twists it behind you, forcing you against the wall. The prickle of the brick digs into your cheek, but you can't focus on the pain- only the heat of his hands: one holding you still, the over sliding up your skirt.

"H-here?" you whisper, but don't resist. "Someone could see."

"Yeah-" his chuckle is low, "That's the fun part."

He's quick to flip the fabric up and over your ass, exposing your lacy panties to the night air. His palms your ass and shakes it, eyes glued to how it shakes and quivers under his touch.

"Very sexy." he coos almost mockingly, pulling the elastic of your panties so taut that it digs into your skin. You flinch when it snaps back, further pressing yourself into the wall, and Dabi laughs.

"Aw, sensitive little thing, aren'tcha?" he grinds against you, the rough fabric of his jeans doing nothing to hide the swell of his cock. It rubs between your ass cheeks, the friction of demin already burning. The only respite in the cool metal of his studded belt, smooth and slick against you.

"Are you sure you can handle this, baby?" he tugs you closer by the bicep, arching your back until your head falls back. Like this, he looks down at you, a wolfish grin on his face. "I'd be so sad if I broke you."

"No, you wouldn't-" your free arm slides down his front, thumb dipping into the waistband and fingers rolling over the buckle.

"Yeah, you're right." he helps you unclasp the buckle, the gentle tinkling the only sound that echoes down the empty street. It hits you then that, despite the late hour, someone could approach at any moment and catch you being fucked by a wanted criminal.

The scrape of denim is replaced by hot, smooth skin and a tickle of his happy trail. Dabi lets the weight of his cock fall against your folds and a warm trickle of precum grazes your cheek. The night only seems to be getting colder, but the latent heat of Dabi's skin only seems to build.

"Fuck--" he ruts up against you unexpectedly, "You're fucking dripping-" You can feel his cock sliding against you, the wetness of your arousal letting him easily slip between your thighs. The head of his cock ghosts near your clit, not nearly the pressure you need. "God, maybe I'll just fuck you like this-"

A whine escapes your throat before you can tamp it down.

"Oh, don’t be a brat.” he pulls back, “I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

He digs into his pocket and pulls out a gold foil packet, flashing it to you. You two agreed on protection since the first hook up- your insistence. He quickly rips into it with his teeth and rolls the condom down, barely covering his length before he pushes against your entrance, his fat head easily popping inside despite the stretch. You expect him to fully bury himself in one stroke, like he always does, but he stays there inside you, his cock barely past the petals of your pussy. Impatiently, you wiggle back against him, desperate for more, but he braces against you.

"Slow down, now-" he clicks his tongue before pressing a surprisingly soft kiss into your temple. Then, he shoves you forward again, face smushed into the rocky brick. "Lemme enjoy this properly."

You teeter on your high heels, legs already shaking as he finally rolls his hips forward inch by inch. Under his breath, he mutters so low that you can't understand him, but you catch clippings of praise and curses.

His pace is unusually slow, letting you savor the fullness of his whole cock before he pulls back to the tip. His breath is uncomfortably warm against the back of your neck. The scent of ash and tobacco that clings to him makes your stomach turn, but you can't help but want more of it- more of him.

The hand of your hip, unnaturally warm, almost burning, slips around to the front of the panties, dipping into the fabric to trace supply circles around your clit. It's nice- soft and gentle-

but you don't fuck Dabi to be gentle.

With your free hand, you push against the wall, forcing him to sink into you, hard. "Fucking hell-" he chokes out a groan as you start bucking against him. He uses your forearm as leverage, pulling and pushing down his length faster and faster. "That's it-- bounce like that- oh, good girl-"

Your voice, pathetic and lewd, fills the stress, but Dabi does nothing to muffle it. Of course he doesn't- he likes the risk. He wants to be caught, wants people to see him splitting you in half. Anyone even remotely close would be able to hear the wet, sloppy sound of your pussy, but you can't find it in yourself to care.

Once you get the rhythm he wants, Dabi releases your arm and grabs on to the front of your dress, palming your tits through the fabric greedily. It's rough, almost bruising, squishing you solely for his pleasure.

"So soft," he breathes. After a moment, he decides the fondling isn't enough and wraps his fingers under the hem, digging into the fat of your chest. With a firm tug, he snaps the remaining strap, freeing one of your tits into the cool night air. You don't even have time to shiver before his hand takes it place against you.

Dabi always runs warm, but something about sex- albeit the desire or the physical contact- makes him hot. The stroke of his hands, the lips across your shoulder blade, the dip of his stomach against your back- all of them leave ghosts, trails of goosebumps where heat used to be.

Even through the condom, his cock radiates heat deep inside your cunt, twitching and pulsing with every stroke. His fingertips never leave their mark, rolling your clit steadily.

"Y-you gonna cum for me?" he says through his teeth, "Gonna let me f-feel it? Let me make you feel good? Oh, such a good girl for me--"

The pressure on your clit all at once becomes too much and you cum, knees wobbling and threatening to give out. Your pace threatens to falter, but Dabi muscles through it for you.

Dabi's lips find your neck, right below your jaw. A flick of the tongue is followed by the sharp pain of his teeth digging into the soft spot. Overstimulation hits your quickly, your pussy twitching every stroke.

"'Is too much." you hiccup, reaching behind you blindly. You manage to caress his face, the staples warm and wet with his sweat. He nuzzles into the hand, a surprisingly sweet gesture.

"Just- just take it." he growls. The pace is suddenly lopsided, the rhythm gone as he starts to cum.

The gentle pulsing of his cock is immediately followed by pooling warmth. No, warmth is an understatement. It's hot, almost unbearably. You keen away from him, but he stays locked against you.

"G-get off," you hiccup, "You're t-too hot."

"You're not so bad yourself, doll." He withdrawals and quickly peels the condom off, tossing it to the side. He spins you around, running a thumb under your eye. Flecks of mascara and eyeliner stick to his skin. "Especially like this." he gestures to you as a whole. Running makeup, ripped dress, quivering legs, your own cum glossing your thighs- you look destroyed.

"You should walk around like this all the time." Dabi wipes his stomach with his shirt, haphazardly smearing the wetness more than cleaning it, before redoing his buckle. He takes his time, clearly not concerned about being exposed. "On second thought- nah. Just wear this for me."

You shimmy your dress down, trying to cover your ass as quickly as possible. "You're disgusting."

He throws his head back and laughs. "You didn't seem to think so a couple minutes ago."

"Fuck you."

Dabi shakes a cigarette free from the carton and sticks it between his teeth. "Aw, doll-" he dots the tip with his finger and it alights, deep orange against the dark of the night. "You just did."

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #mha smut #dabi #touya smut #minors do not interact #hotstuff

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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can u do a marauders smut with dom remus and sirius and sub reader and james

For their pleasure

This is my area of expertise. I could write a thesis about this request and graduate with honors. Period. Catch me making a pt. 2😈

Part two

Warning: 18+

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„Pup“, Remus got your attention „be a good little girl and get on your knees for James.“

James grinned at you, poking his tongue out when Sirius and Remus turned their backs on him.

„But Daddy“, you pouted „James just poked his tongue out! He doesn‘t deserve to cum!“

Sirius raised his brow, glancing back at James just in time to see him flip you off. You grinned when you saw James‘ terrified look and turned your attention back to Remus.

„See, he‘s being a bad boy!“

Remus gave you a strict look. „And what makes you think that you get to decide who‘s good and who‘s bad?“

Your eyes widened and you put on your best innocent puppy dog eyes. „I‘m sorry Daddy, won‘t do it again.“

James snorted and Sirius shot him another dark look. He was the definition of a spoiled brat and you the goody-two-shoes, but James had a habit of making you act up and drag you into punishments with him.

„C‘mon love, don‘t you wanna be good for them?“, James taunted and Remus suddenly stood up and grabbed James‘ face hard.

„Listen James“, Remus groweld out and you saw James panic slightly „if you don‘t shut your mouth this instant I won‘t let you cum for a week straight. Is that understood?“

James blinked and nodded vigorously. „Yes Moony, understood! I‘ll be good.“

„Go on puppy, on your knees“, Sirius said as he took a seat on his bed, beckoning Remus to join him. „Give us a good show.“

You got up, the only article of clothes you wore was a skimpy lace thong and you knelt on the floor infront of James, hands flat on your thighs. This way your doms could clearly see your side profiles.

„Pup“, Remus chimed in and you focused your eyes on his „since James thinks he can act up, you decide if he gets to cum.“ Sirius let out a laugh, leaning back to enjoy the show.

You grinned and shot James a menacing look. „Thank you Daddy!“

James was already looking at you pleadingly, knowing he had fucked up. You gave him an innocent smile, taking him out of his boxers and drooled on the tip. Swiping your thumb over the hot skin there you pumped him slowly, mouth sucking on the throbbing vein on the underside.

„Take him in your mouth and suck“ Sirius commanded.

You opened your mouth wide and slowly took him in, sucking on your way down. James whined, hands gripping the bedsheets and tried to keep his hips from fucking your mouth. You kept taking him until your nose hit his pubic bone and you let him breathe for a second before you sucked hard, hands playing with his heavy balls. James let out a cry, head thrown back and started to beg.

„Already begging Prongs?“ Sirius taunted. „Can‘t even hold on for a few minutes more? Poor baby...“

James let out a high pitched whine, trying his luck with Sirius. „Please Sirius let me cum!“

Sirius clicked his tongue and gave James a disapproving look. „S‘not me you should be begging.“

James turned to you again and you looked at him as you sucked his cock eagerly. Taking him out of your mouth you smiled at him teasingly. „What is it Jamie, cat got your tongue?“

James gritted his teeth and crossed his arms on his chest, too proud to beg you.

„I‘m not begging you!“

You shrugged, suckling at the tip softly. „If you cum without permission Daddys gonna punish you.“ You heard Remus laugh at that.

„Listen to the girl James, you don‘t wanna risk that...”

James‘ composure wavered when you started to deep throat him again, sucking and licking as messily as you could. His knuckles turned white from gripping the bedsheets to hard and when your teeth softly grazed over the tip, James gave in.

„Please“, he gasped „please let me cum!“

You shook your head, going faster and sucked harder. Taking him out you jerked him off with both hands, your mouth busy licking his balls and you felt them twitch. Oh, he‘s very close.

„I‘m sorry I was disrespectful“, James forced out, eyes blazing with anger. He wasn‘t sorry at all and if he had an opportunity to punish you, he would.

You smirked. „Apologize to my Daddy and I‘ll let you cum.“

James bit his lip for a moment to think, but one twist of your wrist was enough to encourage him.

„I‘m sorry Remus! Please, let me cum love please!“

You glanced at your doms who were watching you closely, stroking each other through their clothes. Sirius glanced at you and gave you a nod.

You smiled at James and told him to cum, before you took him all the was down your throat and swallowed hard. James cried out when he came unexpectedly and anchored himself in your hair. You sucked him through his climax, pulled off carefully to not spill the little amount of cum in your mouth and stuck your tongue out to show your doms.

Remus groaned, beckoning you towards them. You crawled, tits bouncing with every move and he leaned down to kiss you. Remus‘ tongue played with yours and you moaned when he sucked your lips clean of James‘ cum.

Pulling back he gave you a proud smile and you preened under the attention. „Good girl, always so perfect.“

Sirius pulled you on his lap, kissing you as well. „Let me make my good puppy cum, hm?“ he cooed, making you blush as you gave him a shy smile. Sirius’ smile softened and his hands dragged down your tits, grazing your nipples. A harsh pinch of his teeth on your nipple made you squeak and you gave him a confused look.

„What do we say when someone gives us cummies baby?“

You immediately corrected yourself. „Thank you sir, I‘m sorry.“

You had a devilish idea. „James didn‘t say thank you to us...“ your voice trailed off and you pouted, looking up at Remus through thick lashes.

„You traitor!“ James yelled and Remus instantly got up, marching towards James. Sirius gave you a mischievous grin. „Wanna watch Daddy put James in his place?“

You nodded, smirking as well and Sirius turned you in his lap, settling your back on his chest. Angry Remus equals crying James. And you loved it.

„You fucking brat“, Remus sneered, grabbing James hair to flip him on the bed so he‘s bending over the edge. James heard the metal clang of Remus‘ belt and tried to beg for forgiveness.

„I‘m-“

„Quiet!“ Remus yelled and grabbed his hair to bend him backwards painfully. „You will shut the fuck up and take this like a good boy or I‘ll fuck you bloody James.“

The three of you were no strangers to Remus bloodkink, especially James who adores bite marks on his skin. But fucking Remus cock without preparation? That‘s hurt and you winced at the thought. So he nodded, eyes casted down submissively.

Remus slammed his head down on the matress and started to spank James hard with his belt. Remus was relentless, not giving the boy time to breathe and after ten spanks James was biting his fist to keep himself still. James skin was battered and bruised, blood surfacing on the flesh as if someone had sucked on it. His muscles were tense and felxing with the effort of keeping in pained whimpers.

Sirius was watching intently, hands slipping down your body to play with your cunt and you moaned when he rubbed your clit, fingers pushing in to fuck you.

„So wet already? You like seening James in pain?“

You nodded and added „I like seeing Daddy angry.“

Sirius laughed quietly, curling his fingers and you moaned louder, struggling to watch. Remus grabbed James to throw him on the bed and the younger boy hissed when his sore skin made contact with the sheets. Remus took out a cockring, fastening it around James and tied him to the bedpost by his collar.

„You only get to watch. I still have to decide wether I let you cum today.“ Remus tone was final and he marched over, taking you from Sirius arms to place you between James open legs. You leaned back, spreading your legs on either side of his and grinned up at the silent boy. Surprisingly he only glared, obviously valuing his chance of cumming more than antagonizing you.

Remus focused on you, still buzzing with the anger of James‘ blatant disrespect. Sirius noticed and got up as well, kissing Remus deeply to calm the aggravated dom and wrapped his hand around Remus‘ cock.

„Mm Pads“, Remus groaned, bucking his hips.

„Make her cum, she deserved it Moony.“

Remus smiled at you, cooing when you flushed under the praises. „Aw, baby why so shy? M‘gonna make you cum so good, you don‘t even have to ask for permission.“

You gave them a happy beam, giggling when they cooed at you. „Thank you Daddy! Thank you Sir!“

James snorted angrily, but you paid him no mind. Serves him right to get punished.

Remus leaned down to kiss you and you pulled him closer, feeling James‘ cock beneath your back twitch. The poor boy was getting so much friction, but no release. Remus‘ punishments were not to take lightly.

Sirius chuckled when he noticed James‘ groans of dispair and made his way over to kneel beside the boy on the bed. Stroking his cheek softly he gave the boy a mocking pout. „Want something in your mouth to shut you up? My cock maybe?“

“Yes please! Wanna taste you, please Sirius?”

Sirius smeared his lips over the boys own and let out a soft chuckle. “Will you be a good boy after?”

James let out a broken moan when your back rocked against his cock as Remus fucked you hard. “Yes! Yes I promise m’gonna be good! God, p-please!”

His begs mixed with yours, both of you wanting to please your doms. Sirius took his clothes off and straddled James’ chest, rubbing his cock over his mouth. James waited patiently, knowing that Sirius would tell him what to do.

You were screaming with the amount of force Remus was fucking you with, trying to hold onto James’ legs so you wouldn’t slip away. Not that Remus would let that happen, his fingers digging bruises into your flesh. He was fucking all his rage into you and the way his cock was hitting your sweet spot made you see stars.

“Daaddyy” you wailed “right there ah please!”

Remus adjusted his position, throwing your legs over his shoulders and went deeper, now fucking your spot in quick, short thrusts. You were pressed against James now, the boys whines muffled with the cock in his mouth, only choking sounds escaping his throat.

Sirius groaned at the way James‘ mouth was wrapped around him, pink lips pulled taunt and glistening with his spit and precum.

„You like me fucking your face James?“

He tried to respond but Sirius only fucked his mouth deeper, giving him an evil smile.

„What was that baby? Speak up!“

James cried out when Sirius hands squeezed his balls tight, not once letting him come up for air.

„Pads“, Remus growled out „make space wanna cum on his pretty face fuck-“

Sirius leaned to the side as Remus pulled out and went over to stroke himself directly infront of James‘ face. The boy was delirious with pleasure, reduced to a whimpering and moaning mess. His eyes were glassy as he sucked Sirius and begged Remus with his eyes to cum in his mouth. Sirius took himself out as well, stroking his cock fast.

„In my mouth please“, James cried out „please please want your cum please!“

Remus lost his control, cumming in thick hot spurts right on James‘ tongue and Sirius joined him, moaning loudly at the sight of James‘ mouth covered in their cum.

He had learned his lesson and immediately thanked the boys who were feeding him the rest of their seed with their fingers.

„Horny cockslut, you like drinking our cum babyboy?“

James whined, nodding and sucked on Remus fingers.

„What a pretty baby, huh? Learned your lesson?“ Sirius cooed, lips pressing kisses along his sweaty brow.

„Yes yes I‘m a good boy. I‘m gonna be good, I‘m sorry!“

You were jealous of all the praiseJames was getting. Remus had completely disregarded your orgasm after promising to make you cum and now he was doing as James had begged them. What the hell?

You kept watching them and angrily pinched James sore thigh. He hissed, kicking your shin with his foot.

“Oi” Remus said “Stop it now!”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “He didn’t deserve your cum Daddy. I did!”

Sirius grabbed your jaw and you stared at him petulantly. “Watch your mouth.”

You kept glaring. “Why are you always letting him off so easy! Your’re wrapped around his-” you stopped to glare at James shocked expression “ugly-” and turned back to sirius “fingers!”

“Pup” Remus warned “don’t.”

Even James was shaking his head. It is true that they kept you on a tighter leash than James, purely because someone had to be the good one. And you were sick of it. God, this is exactly what you meant by James dragging you down with him every damn time.

You kept glaring into Sirius’ eyes defiantely. “What are you gonna do Sir, cum in my mouth?”

James took a sharp breath as Sirius slapped you hard, your head whipping to the side. Grabbing your hair he took James’ leash and put it around your collar, fastening you to the bedpost.

“You want our cum? Fine. Daddy and I are gonna fuck your cunt raw until you‘re begging for us to stop. Is that what you want?“

You swallowed hard, it‘s too late to back down now.

„Can you even get it up?“

Oh shit.

Your eyes widened comically and James slapped his hand over his mouth in shock. Remus gaped at you, a disbelieving expression on his face.

But Sirius. It took him a second to realize that you actually said that and his jaw pressed together, eyes blazing with fury.

He turned to Remus, the latter rolling his shoulders back and cracking his neck.

„She wants to be a slut I see“ Remus said under his breath.

James gave you a warning look, mouthing an ‚Fucking apologize!‘ and you wanted to, but Sirius put a ball gag into your mouth.

Sirius still wasn‘t talking and that was never a good sign. He spread your legs, telling James to hold them against your chest. Without warning he pushed in, pounding you so hard that it hurt when he hit your cervix several times. He spit on his hand and rubbed his fingers on your clit, making you tremble and cry out with the amount of pleasure. Not able to hold back you came hard, screaming with the gag inside of your mouth, your legs cramping.

Sirius didn‘t care and kept on fucking you, thrusting harder. His hand was still on your clit, pinching when you tried to wiggle away.

„Pwease“ your word came out muffled „too muh“

Sirius pulled out and you nearly sobbed with relief until Remus took his place, fucking you deep.

You screamed, hands digging into James‘ arm who had the nerve to look amused. Your doms changed every with minutes, taking turns in fucking your pussy. You were begging, crying for them to stop, but they wouldn‘t listen.

„Gonna cum fuck-“ Sirius groaned as he came, his hot cum pushing you over the edge again as you cried out in pain. Remus pushed inside seconds after him, cumming as well. Pulling out their cum dripped out of your sopping cunt onto the matress below.

„There you go“ Sirius gave you a fake smile „Now you have our cum as well. Might wanna keep it insde hm?“

With that Remus pushed the plug in and you whined in discomfort, not liking the squelching sounds. You felt filthy.

„I hope you know that your little stunt cost you the privilege of cumming for an entire week. Yes you too James, since you started all of this.“

Sirius and Remus got up and put on their clothes, leaving the both of you dumbfounded on the bed. They slammed the door shut and you sat there in momentary silence.

„You fucking bitch“ James yelled „now I won‘t get to cum because of you!“

„Me?!“ you yelled back „You fucking started it you slut!“

„But they forgave me! Then you decided to fuck it all up again by being a selfish whore!“

„Fuck you James! Now you know what it feels like to be dragged into punishments!“

James groaned, untying you.

„How will we survive this?“ he asked, looking at the cock ring.

Now you felt bad.

„Fuck I‘m sorry. I‘ll make it up to them I swear. They can‘t resist us!“

James gave you a flat look. „Moony can“

You gave him a hopeful look. „But Sirius can‘t“

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To be continued i‘m so exited for pt 2 omg

#remus lupin smut #sirius black smut #james potter smut #marauders era x reader #marauders smut #poly!marauders

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spacegoldilocks · 3 years

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Don’t Be Shy

Bjorn Ironside x F!Reader

Summary: Bjorn catches you having some alone time while he’s gone and decides to punish you for it a little bit.

Tags/warnings: NSFW, smut, f masturbation, edging, dom!Bjorn vibes, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), language, no use of Y/N

Word count: 2.4k

He’d been out all day and was practically running through the village to get to you. He kept thinking about how gorgeous you looked last night - how you straddled his lap, taking your pleasure from him before begging him to fuck you into the bed.

It was all he had thought about, making him lose concentration when training and almost getting knocked to the ground. And it’s still all he can think about as he rounds the corner and pushes open the door to your bedroom.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Your eyes shoot open, and you immediately shut your legs at the sound of his voice and take your hand away from between them.

“Bjorn-“

“Do not stop for me.” He muses, gazing down at your form on the bed from the doorway. He admires the thin, soft furs that are haphazardly thrown across your naked body - obscuring your chest from his view - and the way your knees are drawn up tight but clamped shut. “Show me what you were doing.”

Your husband had told you he wouldn’t be long - he was just going out to train on the outskirts of Kattegat with some of his men. But you couldn’t help yourself. You had thought about him all day and about how good and rough he was with you last night and how much you needed it from him again.

He smirks, watching you consider what he said as he crosses his arms. “Don’t be shy now, pretty girl.”

You run your hand back down your stomach and through your curls, pressing a finger through your slit to repeat your movements from earlier for him.

“Let me see you.”

You look at him - into his eyes - as you let your knees fall apart. His jaw twitches and eyes narrow as they drop from your face to your core, watching as you expose your glistening cunt to him. There’s little light in the room, and only the candles that line the walls are able to cast light anywhere, the flames basking your body in a warm glow that highlights the shine between your legs.

“So fucking wet.” He says, chewing on his bottom lip.

You slide a finger through your folds, collecting your wetness to bring it to your clit. “For you.”

His eyebrow quirks. “For me?”

You nod, then let your head settle on the plush pillows behind you.

He stays leaning against the frame of the door, and you’re all too aware that anyone could walk past and see you, they’d only have to look past the broadness of his shoulders to see your naked form in a sea of fur blankets, fingers dipping into your cunt. But, perhaps that’s why he enjoys this. And so do you. The thrill.

He watches as you work your fingers against your clit, drawing slow circles before becoming faster when you feel yourself getting closer and closer. He studies the way you throw your head back and use your free hand to play with your nipples as your hand moves frantically to seek your climax, and how your hips jolt when you find the right angle.

You’re close, and your back arches away from the bed beneath you and your hips buck against your hand as you chase and wait for your peak to wash over you. You’re close, you’re close and-

“Wait. Stop.”

You do as you're told, letting your back settle into the blankets again and looking at him for an explanation.

He pushes off of the door, closing it as he strides over to you on the bed. Your eyes follow him as he circles around the bed, lying down next to you on his side, propping his head up with his elbow.

He takes a finger, teasing it over your skin - using it to hook under the fabric thrown across your body to expose your stiff nipples to the colder air and lets his fingertip ghost over it.

“Will you do something for me?”

He watches your chest rise and fall heavily as you carefully observe the movements of his fingers. You whine a small ‘yes’.

“Touch yourself again.”

“Wh-?”

He shushes you. “Just trust me.”

You nod your head as you look into his gorgeous pleading eyes. He swiftly pinches one of your nipples as you reach a hand between your legs again.

“Good girl.” He praises, using his index finger to tilt your head to be level with his. “Now, put two fingers inside that pretty little cunt.”

You do as he says, teasing your entrance with your tips of your fingers before pushing them deep inside, letting your mouth fall open in delight.

“How does it feel?”

Your breathing becomes heavier as you start to pump your fingers, hooking them to press against that soft spot inside you. “Wonderful, my love.”

“Good - keep doing that.”

Bjorn spreads his hand across your jaw, holding you in place as he kisses you - dipping his tongue into your mouth and teasing your tongue with his own. His kisses are hot and frantic, barely giving you a chance to breathe as his lips hungrily assault yours.

Your shared room fills with wet sounds - the smack of your lips and tongues colliding, and the slick, obscene noises of your fingers pressing into your pussy.

His hand travels lower as you draw closer again, and you eagerly anticipate what he’s about to do. His fingers glide over the smooth planes of your body, creeping up to your hand that works two of your fingers into your cunt. You prepare yourself to come undone for him, but his grip suddenly becomes tight around your hand - so tight that your movements stop and you fade away from that high once again.

He takes your hand away from your core, bringing it to his lips where he takes your drenched fingers into his mouth, sucking them down to the knuckle and swirling his tongue in between them. He screws his eyes shut, savouring your flavour and mulling over your delicious taste.

You’re in awe watching him as he delights in the taste of your arousal, unable to stop the quiet remark of wonder that leaves your lips. “Fuck…”

He hums in delight as he lets your fingers leave his mouth.

Your voice is high and hoarse - croaking out your words as you come down from a second denied high. “Bjorn, what are you doing?”

He huffs a small laugh, the corners of his mouth turning up devilishly at your question. “I’m teaching you that you should only touch what’s mine when I tell you to.”

You feel your cunt clench and a new wave of arousal flood between your legs at his words. Mine. “So tell me what to do.”

His tongue comes out to wet his lips at the same time his fingers tweak one of your nipples, causing you to moan. “Put one of those fingers back.”

“Just one?”

“Just one.” He confirms.

You dip a single finger back through your folds, dodging your clit to push the pad of your digit against your opening, letting your slick ease the way for it to slip inside you. It barely satiates your burning desire - you need more. You still let out a small sob at every curl of your lone finger, but you both know you need more.

He lets you carry on, though, for a short while, until he gives in. “Another.”

You slip a second finger into your cunt, and the squelching of your pussy gets louder - filling the room will the lewdest, prettiest sounds Bjorn’s ever heard. He whispers every word against your ear, not wanting to take away from those delicious sounds. “Are you touching that spot you like?”

You cry out ‘yes’ as you curl your fingers even more to press into the place he talks about.

“Good.” His voice is low and gravelly but sweet like honey in your ears. “Add one more.”

“Bjorn-”

He gets up from your side, settling between your legs and resting his palms on the tops of your knees, inching them apart as subtly as he can manage when he wants nothing more than to force your legs apart and bury his face between them.

“I know you can do it, pretty girl.” He says, looking at you with eyes darkened by lust.

You bite down on your lip before slowly stuffing a third finger into your drenched cunt, the only resistance being from the stretch.

“Good.” You don’t see the way he starts palming himself through his trousers watching you use three of your fingers to fuck yourself, nor the way his tongue darts out to lick over his lips. “That’s good.”

You start to moan louder, and then he can’t help himself. His other hand reaches out, brushing his thumb over the peak of your clit. You jump under his touch, breaking out in goosebumps as he touches you where you crave him for the first time.

He watches your shining body convulse, signalling to him that you’re agonisingly close. He grazes the pad of his thumb over your clit a few more times before he stops - and stops the movements of your own hand too.

You look at him, silently begging him to give you your release. You see the look in his eyes that tells you he’s considering it, considering giving into your sorry, exhausted look.

You whisper his name, taking your fingers from your cunt as you plead with him.

“Let me.” He whispers back, caressing the tops of your thighs as his hand glides further towards your core.

He eases one of his thick fingers into you, stroking your walls before he adds another. You grew accustomed to three of your fingers, but two of his feels fucking perfect - much thicker and longer than yours. He works and curls them into your cunt, thrusting them into you as hard and fast as he pleases.

But he knows what he’s doing. Every time he feels you bear down on him and your walls clench around his fingers he slows. He never stops - only relaxes his pace enough for your peak to fade away as quickly as it approached. He runs his hand over your thigh as his fingers gently pet your walls.

You quickly lose count of how many times you feel the warmth settle in your stomach only to have it ripped away and be replaced with a cold sweat that makes tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

Your body trembles below him, with a damp layer covering your skin - dripping across your forehead and behind your knees.

Bjorn takes in your form, seeing the heaviness of your eyes and the way your lips part so prettily to let your rapid breaths out. He sighs, dropping lower to plant feathery kisses along your inner thigh. He keeps slowly pumping his fingers, making sure you stay wet and lovely and pliable for him.

His kisses draw nearer to your core, where his fingers work not nearly as hard as you need them to. You whimper as you feel his hot breath fan over your cunt and you jump as he touches his lips so gently to the top of your slit.

“Do you want me to let you cum?”

“Bjorn, please.” You look down at him, eyes glassy and brain fogged. “Please let me.”

“Okay.” You feel his fingers coil against that spot again, and you wrench your eyes shut. “Since you asked so nicely.”

He pumps faster - only by a mere fraction. But he dips his tongue through your folds, collecting the excess wetness there and drawing tight, slow patterns over your clit.

Your hips try to buck up, chasing whatever he gives you, but his hand comes over your abdomen to anchor you down against the bed. You’ll take what he gives you.

You think he’s going to go harder - as hard and relentless as he normally gives it to you. Only, he doesn’t. He’s slow and torturous and he makes you fucking work for it. He circles his tongue slowly and his beard scratches against the sensitive skin of your thighs and cunt as his fingers ease in and out of you.

You feel it before you even have time to tell him about it. He strokes you with his fingers and his tongue and it feels so fucking good that your toes curl as your body begins to spasm under him.

It’s too much all at once.

Your skin burns and you feel your lower muscles draw up tight and your body goes rigid. You feel the fire spread from the pit of your stomach out, taking over your entire body as he finally lets you hit your peak.

Your eyes roll back as a hoarse cry makes its way out of your throat. There’s nowhere for your hips to go with him holding them down but your back curls away from the bed with the sheer force of how hard you cum.

He hurls you through it - never relenting his assault on your pussy as his fingers pump into you and he latches onto you clit and sucks.

Your body writhes and jerks, completely under his mercy. You cry out his name, pleading with him to take it easy on you.

Bjorn, please, oh my- Bjorn.

Your hands fly down to his that lay sprawled across your stomach, tightly wrapping your hands around his fingers as your body goes tight, pulled taut like the string of a bow, and any moans or sounds you try to make get trapped at the bottom of your throat.

He eventually relents, resorting to using a single finger and gently licking his tongue through your slit.

“I think you have a few more in you.” He says abruptly. “Don’t you think?”

You blink down at him, watching as he rises to his knees and starts to unlace the ties keeping his trousers snug at his waist. He waits for you to come down from your high - waits for you to stop looking so dizzy. He slips the top of his trousers down, freeing his cock in the process and preparing to line himself up with your opening.

“Mm-hm.”

Gods, you’ll make sure he catches you more often if this is what happens.

#bjorn ironside x reader #bjorn ironside x you #bjorn x reader #bjorn x you #bjorn ironside #smut #bjorn fanfiction #vikings fanfiction #i am running with the idea that bjorn loves to edge his girl #confession time: i’m not even that hot for bjorn i just have fun writing him

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whats-rambled-rambled · 3 years

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erode

Neil x Reader

summary: this is what happens when you try to cope with immense heat for way too long plot what plot

warnings: 18+ and I mean it, nsfw, teasing, temperature play (listen, I don’t even know, blame it on the weather)

author’s note: I wanted to make it short. They had other ideas. Result? Basically 2,9k words.

I started writing with no particular duo in mind. And at some point I stopped and smiled.

Hello you two, it’s been a while.

(f!Reader)

The song for this fic is TENDER - Erode

Anyway, enjoy! ...and let me know what you think, please?

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“This heat is absurd,” you huff as you flip the pillow to the other side, hoping to find even a degree cooler fabric there.

The cold shower you’ve taken half an hour ago feels like a distant dream, and you’re already drenched in sweat, trying to position yourself strategically to get the most of the small fan placed near the bed. With those crazy temperatures, the chance of getting a stiff neck on the next day seems like a risk worth taking.

“I think I was supposed to kick you in the shin for complaining about warmth,” chuckles Neil and puts down a glass of water on the nightstand, the ice cubes clinking softly. “You're lucky it’s too hot to do so.”

You knit your brows together. It takes you a moment to remember, but then it hits you and you groan. Of course, he brings back something you said during that painfully long stakeout on a freezing December night.

“Why can’t it be just pleasantly warm instead of a variation on The Song of Ice and Fire,” you sigh, taking off the t-shirt. “Fuck climate change deniers, there’s nothing temperate about this climate we’re living in anymore.” You fall back on the pillow, limbs in disarray, longing for a shred of comfort.

With the corner of your eye, you see Neil’s gaze flitting through your body, focusing on the only article of clothing for a second longer.

“You’re one sexy creature.”

His words carry an amused smile and you glance at him, scoffing in disbelief.

“Even when I’m spread out like that?”

“Especially when you’re spread out like that,” he says, moving closer. “Giving me all sorts of ideas”

He leans in for a kiss, but you place a hand on his bare chest, stopping him an inch away.

“Too hot.”

Neil stifles a giggle.“Hot damn?” he chokes out, and you glare at him, but your lips twitch in a smile of their own accord.

“When the temperature drops, I’m gonna give you that hallelujah, or so help me-”

“Promises, promises.” He beams. “I thought this might be the perfect opportunity to give that little sauna fantasy a test run.”

The sole thought of a sauna threatens your sanity right now. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.” A wicked grin creeps on his face. “Or let me just--”

Neil turns away and reaches for the water again, then finishes it with one swig. He nibbles on the bottom lip, clearly excited, as his long fingers fish out a single ice cube from the glass. The blue eyes light up with roguish sparks when he looks at you. Neil quirks a brow in a silent question, and you nod as your pulse picks up the pace.

He closes his hand on the ice for a moment, then slides the cube to his other palm. You sigh with relief as he runs cold and wet fingers across your forehead, then lets them comb your hair, keeping the wild strands away from your face. A soft smile taints his lips as he moves a bit closer, keeping enough distance so the almost feverish warmth of your bodies wouldn’t override everything else. He steals a quick kiss and then he smirks, rolling to the side and propping the head on his knuckles. His darkened gaze glides over your features, taking in the views and inevitably plotting your demise at the same time.

You swallow with effort as the shiver of anticipation runs down your spine.

The ice cube touches the tip of your nose playfully. You are about to huff, but then Neil moves his hand lower and starts slowly tracing the outline of your parted lips, and you can only gasp. Your heat-hazed mind is defenseless, so you close your eyes, allowing yourself to focus solely on the sensation. The dissolving ice trickles down your cheek, the cold droplet tickles and makes you yelp, but when it reaches the neck, Neil shifts and his warmth floods you. You feel his hot breath against your skin as he licks off the wet trail and sucks on that little spot right under your ear. You whine and inhale sharply, ready to protest the sudden closeness, but you hesitate, torn between getting closer to your personal melting point and already craving for more.

Before you can make up your mind, Neil moves away, a smug smile dangling in the corner of his mouth. A tip of his tongue darts through his lips as he catches the exasperation in your stare.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” he purrs and shushes your comeback by simply gliding the ice cube to your chin and down your throat.

Your head arches back and you draw a shaky breath, but the cold point travels lower, skates between your breasts, through your stomach, around your belly button, and moves back up. You glance down, transfixed on the slender fingers holding the glimmering cube.

“All right?”

The husky question commands your attention back to his face. Neil studies your expression closely and a flash of fondness strikes your racing heart.

You smile and your hand flies to cup his cheek, “Yeah, it’s -- oh god,” you groan as the ice flicks your nipple. Neil chuckles and props himself on the elbow so he can pin your hand over your head in one swift move. “Concern as a distraction? How sneaky of you,” you pant, glaring at the self-satisfied grin on his face.

“It worked, innit?” he says and the mischievous lights dance in the blue eyes as they drop back to your chest. You follow them just to see him cruising the ice cube through your breasts, how your nipples harden when it circles them, again and again until you tremble and squeeze your thighs together, biting back a needy moan. “Look at you, squirming already,” he murmurs, amused.

It’s hard to think, let alone form a coherent sentence, so you just glower and grit your teeth. Neil interlocks his fingers with yours, inching closer, and places a small, reassuring kiss on your shoulder. Then, he palms over the cube and carries on. The warmth and pressure of his hand mix with the coldness of the melting ice, and you sigh and lean into his touch, not mindful of the water dribbling down your sides to the sheets.

He traces the curves and flats of your body. Unhurriedly, but persistently moving lower. Grazes the hip bones, then slides along the hem of your panties. You close your eyes as your thighs come together again, trying to control the bucking hips.

He tightens the hold on you as his hand bearing the ice cube moves to your knee.

Neil’s warmth envelops you once again and he whispers into your ear. “Open for me.”

The request wiping any resolve left in your brain and rushing to your pulsing core. You bite your lip to stifle a moan and comply, earning a pleased hum from Neil.

“Good girl,” he rasps as his hand continues its journey upwards.

“Neil--”

Your weak plea only evokes a throaty chuckle, which doesn’t help in the slightest. He knows what he’s doing. What praise like that can do to you. You see it in his predatory gaze, how he enjoys watching you fall apart. And he still is about to touch you where you need him most.

Neil smacks his tongue. “Not so patient today, are we, my love?” he teases, guiding his large hand up and down your inner thighs slowly.

You want to groan in frustration. You want to shut him up with a hungry kiss. You want him. But instead, you muster some of the strength you have left to control yourself, not willing to give him too much satisfaction. Not yet anyway.

He catches the determined look in your eyes and raises a brow. A corner of his mouth curls and you know that the game is on.

Neil hooks his thumb over a band of your underwear. “May I?”

“By all means,” you breathe out and he lets go of your hand so he can pull your panties down and position himself between your legs.

“Christ, how I adore this view.” He flashes his teeth in a brief smile, his features soften when his gaze meets yours. The extent of love and admiration you see there makes your stomach do a somersault. “You’re so beautiful,” he says quietly and the heart sings in your chest. Then, just when you let your guard down, the blue eyes get dark and yearning. “And mine,” he adds as his knuckles resume the caress.

The pure whiplash from his actions shuts your brain down. You whimper and your whole body tenses when the sleek cube glides over your folds. The cold water joins your own wetness. Your head falls back. The heat that is rushing through your veins has nothing to do with the temperature in the room, but it pearls your temple with sweat just the same. A short pause forces you to look down and you catch the wicked grin forming on Neil’s lips. Your end is inescapable.

You watch as Neil puts the ice cube in his mouth and your eyes widen in sudden realization. He dips his head and then swirls his tongue around your clit and you almost cry out, clenching your fists on the sheets. Hot. Cold. Both at the same time. The pulse pounds in your ears as you walk the line, bold strokes and quick flicks driving you to the edge of sanity. His hand moves up your body, partly to hold you in place. But also to add the fuel to the fire that slowly consumes you. You melt into his touch. You moan. And then he slides his finger inside you and reality begins to crumble.

“Oh yes--” you whine, pushing against his hand. “Please.”

You feel him smile against you and the second finger enters you, then they curl slightly and set the rhythm. You roll your hips and reach down to tug at the golden strands, the only praise you’re capable of right now. Neil’s groan vibrates through you, pushing you to the brink of resolution. And then his mouth envelopes you and he sucks on your clit. The pleasure sears your every nerve, tipping you over, and you arch your back and come with a loud moan. You ride out your high, trembling underneath him, digging your fingers into his arms and then pulling on them, driven by a different kind of need. Neil understands and crawls back up to you, licking your wetness off his lips on the way.

“You okay?” he asks, brushing his knuckles against your cheek tenderly and falls on the pillow next to you.

You nod, still incapable of putting words together. Placing the hand on the back of his neck, you urge him closer and kiss him, grunting softly. It’s hard to level your breath like this, making that act of devotion somewhat sloppy. Neil strokes your hair, deepening the kiss just barely. Fixed on bringing you comfort, first and foremost.

And when you pull back, it’s the eyes that betray him. Full of fondness, yes, but also overcast with desire.

How fortunate you already have an idea how to repay him. Not that he expects it - he would never. But he was so rude, teasing you like that.

And you want payback.

You smile and push him back on the mattress to reach over him to his nightstand. You fish out the biggest of the leftover ice cubes from the glass.

Neil shifts upwards slightly, leaning back on his elbows. His mouth parts as he spots your impish grin.

“Oh.”

“Come on, you really thought I’d let that slide?” you say as you straddle him, batting the eyelashes. You look at the glimmering crystal in your hand, then back at him, raising a brow. “Actually--”

You close your fist and move it over Neil’s chest, and he squirms as the cold droplets fall on his skin. You stare at the way his muscles tense when the water trickles down his toned stomach, and a new wave of excitement washes over you.

You lean on to lay a kiss on his lips, this time a more eager one. Neil sighs when your tongue glides against his and you giggle, breaking the contact. Your noses brush together as you exchange greedy looks, barely containing the animalistic need slowly clouding your minds.

“Not so patient, indeed,” you hum, tipping his chin up with your finger so you can suck on his jaw, letting the hand with the cube ghost over the same spot on the other side. Neil shivers and groans in a way that only boosts your confidence. Your mouth travels down his neck, continuing to play a hot-and-cold mirror game with your hand. You pull back as your eyes follow the wet trails again. Your tongue meets the next one halfway and moves up the chest until it lands on the source of the mess. You look up and you see the blue eyes trained on you, so you smirk, hiding the piece of ice in your mouth the same way Neil did not long ago.

The cube pokes from between your lips as they venture across the body you know so well, but rediscover as you learn its reaction to the new sensation. The goosebumps. The way it trembles. The grunts and gasps that follow. You stop just to get rid of the navy boxer briefs on your way.

The sight ever so gratifying.

Neil’s chest heaves as you start stroking him lightly, but it is when you take his tip in your mouth when Neil moans, sending your heart racing again. You taste and tease him until you hear a stifled curse. Then you drop the ice cube into your hand and you rub it up and down slowly, going back to twirling your tongue over him at the same time. Neil jerks, inhaling sharply and lets out a guttural groan.

“How’s that for a payback?” you ask smugly, enjoying how it takes a moment for him to focus his sight on you.

You recognize the predatory gaze a second too late.

Neil shifts and the next thing you know you end up pinned to the bed.

“Wanna play like that?” he rasps, hovering over you with a sinister grin.

You roll your hips against him, eyes lighting up at the sound of a growl building in his throat.

“Just take me already.”

He crashes his lips on yours and it’s your turn to gasp breathlessly. Then, he flips you to your side so you're facing the running fan and he loops his arm around your waist, pressing himself to your back. The moving air against your body helps, but you're way past caring about overheating now.

Neil brushes your hair away so he can kiss the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Meanwhile, his other hand travels south, and you hook one leg over his, squirming impatiently.

"God, you drive me crazy," he breathes into your ear, but before you can assure him how mutual the feeling is, he thrusts into you and you moan together, melting further into each other.

But instead of setting a pace, the reckless fingertips trail between your legs again to rub small circles against your clit, and soon enough you whimper as you clench around him. More. Neil bites on your shoulder and groans, finally giving you what you need. What he needed, too. You bury your fingers in the blonde mane. Tugs urging a quicker pace. You close your eyes, climbing the peak again. His touch roams through your body, and then his rhythm falters, and you take his hand in yours and press it to your chest, lacing your fingers together.

I’ve got you.

Neil tenses and hides his face in your neck, gasping frantically, pulling you as close as he can. His high pushes you over the edge and you join him in the rhapsodic release, losing yourself in the pleasure. In the strong embrace. In him.

When reality regains its sharpness, you shift in Neil’s arms to face him. The warmth of affection spreads through you when you meet the hazed gaze. You smile softly as your fingers trace his features. Parted lips. Sharp jawline. The brows, still knitted together. Your heart aches from fondness when you fix the golden strands stuck to his forehead.

Happy lights dance in the blue eyes and Neil chuckles, panting lightly. You kiss him, then hug him tightly, not mindful of the heat. Of the sweat. There’s only a heavy heartbeat against your cheek. His scent, ingrained deeply in your mind. The slow, calming strokes on your back. Bliss.

“At least with a sauna we’d have a barrel with icy water, you know,” Neil points out casually. “Or even better - a pile of snow.”

“Oh my god,” you snort, pulling back to look at him. “Imagine that,” you sigh as the heat suddenly hits your senses twice as hard.

He grins, taking you by the hand, and places a small kiss on your knuckles. “May I interest you in a very cold shower instead?”

The corner of your lips twitch.

“Lead the way.”

#neil tenet #neil tenet fanfiction #neil tenet x reader #neil x reader #robert pattinson #neil tenet imagine

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marvelouspeterparker · 3 years

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😏😳🥶

Tom

frat!tom cause why not

warnings: 18+ smut (protected, for once sdfghj)

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you cursed silently when another cold breeze hit you––you had no idea why you hadn’t brought a sweater tonight but you were inevitably paying the price. you felt your heart rate quicken when you noticed a familiar face making it’s way towards you on the deck.

“should have told me you were coming darling, would have loved to see you sooner.” tom. you and tom had a very flirty relationship, but nothing ever happened between the two of you––maybe because you just liked to see how eager he would get.

though you loved to see his curls, he did look good with a cap on. he was wearing a blue cap, backwards, a tight black t-shirt and a pair of jeans––the bottle of beer in his hand attracting your eyes to the veins going down his arm, the slight red tint to his knuckles as he gripped the bottle.

you shrugged, “was a last minute decision.”

his lip quirked up as he scanned your body shamelessly, eyes catching on your nipples straining through your shirt, the way your hand was running up and down your opposite arm and you felt another shiver run through your body––this time not from the cold.

he dragged his eyes back up to yours, “you cold?”

your voice was small, “freezing, actually.”

he licked his lips, his eyes becoming a shade darker as he stepped closer to you, a twinkle in his gaze. “want me to warm you up?”

you looked into his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. what the hell, right? “okay.”

he paused at first, shocked that you agreed so quickly––you would always blow him off, tease him, play this cat and mouse game. but now that you were actually giving him a chance? he didn’t know what to do with himself. he blinked then smiled and reached a hand out. “come on then.”

he took your hand in his and walked you inside, leading you up to his room, setting his beer down along the way.

it wasn’t long before you were both in his bed, your pants and his shirt off, his hand between your thighs as he lied down next to you, leaning on his arm to watch you.

he looked at you, his eyes wide and falsely innocent as his fingers continued to thrust into you slowly, his thumb rubbing your clit. “is it working? am i warming you up?”

you let out a slightly shaky breath and rolled your hips into his touch. “you’re getting there, yeah.”

he smirked and leaned in to whisper, “good,” before slotting his lips with yours. his mouth was moving fervently, you could taste the beer on his lips just he could taste your drink on yours. neither of you were drunk, of course, but you had had a few sips throughout the night. if anything, as cheesy as it sounds, you felt drunk on tom at the moment. he was hitting all the right spots, his lips moving in sync with yours as if they belonged together.

his fingers started thrusting faster, his thumb applying more pressure as he rubbed circled onto your bundle of nerves. you gasped into the kiss and he smiled, biting your lip before pulling away.

“let me hear those pretty moans, yeah?

to his pleasure, his words only pulled more sounds from you, your hips circling and grinding into his hand as you gripped the sheets.

“so fucking pretty, aren’t you? god––” your head tipped back and your breaths became heavier, your eyes shut. “you gonna cum?” when you nodded, too lost in the pleasure to answer verbally, he smiled. “that’s it, cum on my fingers. wanna feel you.”

soon enough, you were cumming, your lips parted to let out a string of moans and calls of tom’s name, which he ate right up. the sight of you and the feel of you were enough to make him want to burst.

when your body went lax and you turned your head to look at him with a smile, he leaned in and gave you a long, wet kiss, before sliding his two fingers inside your mouth, watching with a dropped jaw as you sucked him clean. he slid his digits in and out teasingly slow, getting lost in the look in your eyes before taking his hand away and biting his lip.

“do you wanna sit on my face?” his voice dropped down to a whisper, “cause i know that i would love for you to ride my tongue.”

“fuck––”

he smirked, “i’ll take that as a yes, then?”

you nodded and let him undress you, his pupils dilating as he took in the view. his hands were gentle, smoothing over your body, tracing your curves curiously and clearly aroused. when you were bare you reached up towards his head. “i’ll be taking this then,” you took his hat and placed it on your own head and the sight made him curse.

“fuck, get on me. right now.”

he lied down and you bit your lip, straddling his face. you hovered just above him and looked down. “are you sure i won’t hurt––” you cut yourself off with a gasp as he brought his hands to your thighs and pulled you down directly on his mouth. “shit––”

he wasted no time, groaning as he tasted you, his tongue making its way all over your already sensitive pussy, his hands holding you down. you moaned and grabbed onto his hair with one hand and the headboard with the other.

you looked down at him, already breathless and smiled. “didn’t know you were such a giver, tommy.”

he moaned and grabbed your ass with one hand tentatively and you could tell that he was silently asking––”you can smack it if you want to.”

you could feel his lips curve up underneath you as he paused to see your reaction as his hand lifted off of you and came back down, hard––the sound echoing through the room despite the music blasting outside the door. you moaned breathlessly and smiled down at him, moving your hips in a circle.

he smacked your ass again and stuck his tongue out and you took the hint, grinding yourself down on his face. he moved his head along with you, letting you take over. he watched in awe as you swiveled your hips with purpose, pants and whines falling from your mouth as you sped up and pressed yourself down harder, tom’s hands guiding you and grabbing your ass generously as you did so.

your moans got louder and louder, your hips losing their rhythm, becoming more frantic and messy as tom helped you––soon your back was arching, eyes rolling back as your thighs trembled around his head, his lips wrapped around your clit.

you let out a shaky breath and a broken whine as tom continued to swipe his tongue through your folds. when you caught your breath, you lifted your way off of his face on somewhat shaky limbs, trying not to moan out loud at the sight of him licking his lips almost hungrily.

he sat up and gave you a sweet kiss, placing a hand on your cheek as he pulled away to look at you. “do you want to go further? we could stop right now if you want.”

you smiled, bringing a hand down to grab his bulge through his jeans, making him sigh. you leaned in so that your lips were grazing his teasingly. “i want you to fuck me tommy.” you blinked up at him innocently, “do you not want––”

he cut you off with a passionate kiss, his hands pulling you closer to him and you giggled, making him smile against your lips before pulling away to hastily undress himself. he grabbed a condom from his nightstand and stroked himself before putting it on and when he looked back at you he let out a quiet fuck.

you were lying there, your legs spread, your fingers rubbing your clit slowly, his hat on your head, as you waited patiently for him. “you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

you laughed, and cheesy enough, it was like music to his ears. you tilted your head and bucked your hips, letting a quiet moan fall from your lips as you looked at him. “what do you mean?”

his eyes darkened and he quickly made his way onto the bed, pulling you closer to him by your thighs, unfortunately knocking the cap off, making you gasp lightly as you looked up into his eyes. he swiped his member through your folds, adoring the way you reacted to his touch.

“you want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”

you swallowed and nodded, “please.”

he smirked and slid himself in slowly, letting you feel every inch as he glided into your wet pussy. “fuck––” his mouth fell open at the pleasure that shot down his spine. he pulled out almost all the way before sliding back in and bottoming out and you both let out moans together at the feeling.

your hands came up to hold his biceps and with one glance at your blissed out expression, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. he pressed his thumb down on your clit, rubbing the way you needed and sped up his hips. he was grunting, panting and cursing as he chased both of your peaks.

“feel like fucking heaven, love.” you moaned loudly and he took the hint, showering you in more praise as he worked the both of you up. “so good for me, look and feel amazing. god this pussy is so wet for me. so fucking tight.”

when your nails started to dig into his arms, your legs tightening around him, he leaned over you, pressing his lips against yours as he rubbed your clit faster and pounded into you desperately.

“that’s it, cum baby.”

you kissed messily and fiercely as you both tipped over the edge, tongues and teeth clashing as you panted, moaning out as you bucked your hips together. a few more leisure pumps, and tom was pulling out, giving you a sated smile, which you happily reciprocated.

after cleaning up, putting his boxers back on and giving you his shirt to put on, you both settled into bed, his arm wrapped around your middle, your hand tracing the veins on his forearm.

his eyes were hesitant as he looked over at you. “do––do you maybe want to stay over?”

you paused, before a shy smile made it’s way to your face. “y–yeah. yeah i’d like that.”

he held you tighter and you nuzzled into him contently, ready to shut your eyes, unsure of what this meant for the two of you, but you weren’t scared to find out.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland smut #tom holland smut blurb #frat!tom holland #frat!tom holland x reader #frat!tom holland smut #frat!tom holland blurb #frat!tom holland smut blurb #tom holland emoji blurb

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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Study buddy - Choso

Where oh where can I find a Choso-nii to help me with my studies? Where oh wherefore art thou? Femme reader, 2.1k words

Content warnings: incest, that’s it

“I don’t get it!” You whined loudly to yourself, almost to the point of tears as you sit at the dining table, frustration mounting the longer you stare at the screen of your laptop. There’s too many assignments that you need to finish, too many tests you need to study for - it’s all too much.

“What’s wrong?” As you throw your head into your hands, Choso comes around the corner, having heard your small shout. Looking over the table, swamped with textbooks and stacks of papers, his heart breaks a little for you.

“Go away, Choso-nii.” With your forehead pressed against the table, you don’t have the heart to sit up and look at your older brother.

“Not until you look at me, tell me what’s going on.” Smoothing a large hand across your back, he tried to nudge you to turn to him.

“You wouldn’t get it.” He’d never attended university, having gotten a job as soon as he could to help support the family. It wasn’t like you doubted his intellect, but this issue was out of his range.

He pushed and he pulled, but try as he might Choso couldn’t get you to look at him. He could see the angry scribbles on your notebook pages and the way your breathing was slightly laboured as if you were holding back tears. He didn’t want to push you too hard but he didn’t want you to wallow.

“Get up.” He was wrapping his arms around your middle before you could fully comprehend what it is he wanted, and soon you were forced out of your chair and sat back down onto his lap.

“Lemme go.” Your head still hung low, hands covering your face so you wouldn’t have to look at him and his pitying expression. Choso shook his head, resting his own forehead against your shoulder and squeezing you.

“Is it school? Do you want to take a break?”

“No.” You replied immediately, shrugging his head off and grabbing your pencil again. “I can’t, I have a lot to do.” Forcing yourself to scribble down some more words, you ignored the silence and the sigh that followed from Choso.

“But you’re upset, why don’t you-”

“Just stay out of it!” You snapped, clearly not in the mood to be coddled. Choso wasn’t used to you snapping at him like this and it showed in the shocked raise of his brows.

“Baby girl calm down.” Although he said it softly, there was an underlying edge to his tone. Choso shifted you on his lap, drawing you further up his legs and securing you more tightly in his arms.

“M’not a baby.” You mumbled back, instantly regretting how you spoke to him. All Choso ever did was try and help you, try and make your life just a bit easier; it wasn’t fair to him for you to act this way.

“You’re my baby.” Giving you a kiss on the back of your neck, Choso settled his chin on your shoulder. “Now, are you going to take a break?” He expected it when you shook your head no. “Will you let me help you then?”

“I don’t know, nii-chan...this kind of stuff might be too hard for you.” Handing him one of the pages of homework you had, you bit your lip as he read over it. Choso didn’t exactly have the best track record with schooling, often skipping classes to pick up odd jobs or just to sleep the day away.

“We can work on it together.” Putting it back on the table, Choso plucked the pencil out of your hands and started scribbling down what he thought was the right answer.

“Choso-nii, wait! Not like that!”

“Hm, no?” Cracking a smile, he began to tickle your sides as you snatched the pencil back. “Then how should I do it? Like this?”

“S-stop!” You shouted, giggles forcibly rising from your chest. Desperately trying to grab his fingers and hold them away from your sides, you had no choice but to laugh and squirm helplessly.

After a few minutes he relented, handing you back the pencil and letting you catch your breath. A soft smile stayed on his face as he noticed your mood had improved just from him tickling you, the hard crease in your brow and the frown tugging at your lips were gone now.

“Tell me what you’re working on here.” Gesturing toward your laptop, he saw an abundance of open tabs and a slideshow that was barely started.

“That’s one of my finals, I have to make a presentation.” Slumping against Choso’s chest, you huffed indignantly. Humming to himself, Choso clicked through a few of the tabs. He wasn’t familiar with the subject you were presenting on at all, but surely he could help a little bit?

“Let's work on this one first then, it seems to be giving you the most trouble.”

“They’re all giving me trouble.” Pushing your face into the side of his neck, you didn’t try to stop Choso from tidying up your workspace, tucking papers away into folders and pushing unneeded textbooks away.

Just having the table clear of all the daunting assignments was enough to make a slight weight lift off your shoulders. With no visual clutter, things in your mind slowly started to calm down. From your position leant against Choso, you explained the presentation as simply as possible. He flipped through more tabs as you spoke, reading and falling silent except for a few hums.

“I bet we could get a rough draft done by tonight.” He murmured.

“You think so?” His words gave you a little hope, and the reassuring hug he gave your middle even more.

“With a little sister as smart as you? I know so.” Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he nodded confidently. He smiled when you smiled at the compliment, taking a hand and rubbing up and down your arm. “Let’s get started.”

As the two of you began to work, both diligently reading over the material, Choso’s hands started to wander. Both arms slid from around your waist, one going to rest around your hips as the other settled just under the hem of your shirt.

“What do you think about putting that quote here?” He whispered, pointing to the screen briefly before putting his hand back, letting his fingers creep up a little under your shirt.

“I could try it.” Unaffected by his hand, you typed away on the keyboard. As you breathed, Choso’s hand pushed up under your shirt entirely, hot palm resting on your stomach. Your hands faltered for a moment, but you didn’t say anything.

Silently typing, you tried to ignore Choso’s hand now fully resting just below your breasts. His hand was stopped by the bra you had on, but not for long. Pressing a kiss onto your cheek, he fully tugged down your bra.

“Nii-chan…” A whining protest was on the tip of your tongue, fingers beginning to curl around his wrist and pull his hand away.

“Sshh, don’t worry about what I’m doing. Focus on your work.” Gently twisting your nipple between his fingers, Choso flicked his chin toward the screen. Biting your lip and nodding your head, you did as he said. He was being nice enough to help you with your homework, it was only fair to let him have this.

Lightly massaging your breast, Choso still managed to be helpful and give critiques, aptly splitting his focus between fondling your chest and helping build the presentation. With soft fingers, he worked both nipples to full hardness and watched as they pebbled and peaked under the fabric of your shirt.

“Choso-nii, here too.” Spreading your legs for him, Choso lets you pull his hand from your shirt and down to your bottoms, past the waistband and over your panties. There’s a good amount of slick built up between your legs, seeping into the fabric of your panties and marking them with a large wet patch.

With his other hand taking the spot on your breast, Choso pushes his hand into your panties. Your legs are thrown open wide for him, body completely relaxed against his as you let him do whatever he wants.

Tapping your clit with his middle finger, Choso chuckles under his breath at the reflexive twitches in your legs. He can’t help but do it a few more times until you let out a whine and wiggle your hips for him.

Circling the swollen bud with the tip of his finger, the high moan that leaves your throat is music to his ears and when he presses down on it more firmly, your thighs immediately snap shut on his hand.

“Excited?” Choso teases in your ear, watching as you shamefully reopen your legs. Rubbing your clit with two fingers now, he can feel your hole clenching around nothing. With how much of your juices are on his fingers, it’s easy for them to slip down and press against it.

Steadily pumping his fingers in and out, Choso worked his fingers down to the knuckle, resting his palm snugly against your pelvis and grazing your clit. You’d fully given up on even pretending to still be working, fully laying on Choso as your hands gripped his sleeves.

Drawing his fingers out, Choso began to slowly thrust his fingers in and out, a soft clapping sound of his palm hitting you beginning to sound throughout the room.

“Shit, Choso!” You gasp loudly when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in tandem with the motion of his fingers. Your thighs threaten to close in on his hand again, quivering on his lap and fighting to stay open.

Soon your hips are bucking up to meet his fingers, quiet pants falling from your mouth and landing on the side of his face. Clutching your breast tightly in his hand, Choso grinds his thumb on your clit, getting a wave of endorphins himself just from hearing you moan.

You quickly lose the battle of trying to keep your legs spread, nearly fully clamping down on his hand and rendering it immobile. Choso doesn’t mind though, he welcomes whatever reactions you have to him and his touch. All he wants to do is make his little sister happy.

“Are you going to cum?” Swallowing thickly around the words, he breaks out into a silly grin when you nod drunkenly. His wrist and hand are starting to cramp up and the muscles in his arm are beginning to burn, but Choso refuses to slow down even a fraction.

“N-nii-chan, please!” Screwing your eyes closed, you arch your back hard, breath coming out shorter and shorter as your orgasm approaches. It’s unclear to both of you what you’re asking for, but you both know it’s not to stop.

“That’s it baby girl, cum nice and hard for me.” Kissing any part of your face he can reach, Choso’s hand doesn’t stop when you let out a loud moan and your cunt spasms around him. He certainly doesn’t stop as your feet stamp against the floor, the pleasure overwashing your senses almost too much for you to handle. He almost can’t bring himself to stop when your body goes slack and you whine at him to stop, the pleasure turning into pain.

Slipping his hand from your bottoms, Choso stares at his fingers covered in your sticky release. There’s thin strands that spread and break when he pulls apart his fingers and the heady musk that comes from them tastes just as good as it smells.

Slowly fixing your clothes and straightening your back, you fully turn over your shoulder to Choso and kiss him as he pulls his fingers out of his mouth. You can smell and taste a hint of yourself on his lips, his tongue just barely darting out to swipe at yours.

“I think that was a good break, don’t you?” Choso whispers as he breaks the kiss, giving you a quick kiss on the nose before fully pulling away. He takes a mental picture of the blissed out look on your face and the way an easy, dopey smile spreads on your face.

“Yeah.” Nodding, you lean forward and kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks, nii-chan.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” Helping you readjust your position on his lap, Choso feels his heart swell at knowing he helped you relax, made you feel nice and happy as any good caring older brother should. Pulling your laptop closer, Choso reopened the presentation and skimmed the last few words you’d written. “Now, let’s get back to work, alright?”

#tw: incest #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #choso #choso x reader #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Tied With a Bow

A Holiday Drabble! I wrote this on my break so hope y’all enjoy it (please let me know what you think!)

Warnings: nonconsent/rape, kidnapping, mentions of stalking.

You open your eyes but the world remains black. You smell a fire and hear the crackle; the warmth waver against your bare legs. Your jeans are gone, the rest of your clothes too. All that hides your body is an unseen bra that tickles the front of your breasts and a thin, barely discernable thong.

You shiver. Your blindfold is thin and cool. A thick length of ribbon knotted at the back of your head.

You remember slivers of what came before. Christmas Eve. You just finished up with your mother for the night. Your parents left the next morning for a Caribbean getaway and you were content at a quiet day to yourself.

You never made it home. You recall that much. The footsteps just behind you and a glimpse back revealing nothing more than the snowy yard and your parents' glowing decorations.

It happened in the car. The engine rumbled and you drove off without haste. You remember a rustle behind you and suddenly a hand around your mouth. You lost control and it all went black.

Then you were here. You sit there for what feels like forever in the din of the fireplace flickering on the other side of your blindfold. You smelled pine and felt the nip of snow as it rattled the windows.

Then voices. Deep, unfamiliar. You hold your breath and wriggle in the chair. Your hands are bound behind you and your ankles to the wide legs, you can do nothing but listen as the strangers come nearer.

"If you weren't do damn late," the words grow clearer and your veins sear with adrenaline,

"Your present's just in there."

You're frantic as footsteps sound on the floor.

"Oh? You actually got me something this year?" A sardonic chuckle dies halfway as the steps stop. "Buck?" His tone turns to surprise.

"All yours," the other man responds, "a few scratches but she's in good shape."

"How--" he clears his throat, "wait..." suddenly the footsteps are marching towards you. You panic and struggle to free yourself. The chair rocks and is caught before it can fall over. A hand grabs your chin and stills you. "It's...her? You know?"

"All those solo missions. Always distracted. You usually catch on when I tail you but," the clap makes you flinch, "Surprising but I suppose you need something."

The hand falls away and you feel the stranger move past you. "And?"

"And what?"

"You don't think I'm crazy?"

"She's cute. Sweet. Hell, if I'd seen her first, I might have been the same way." A sniff between words. "How did you find her anyway?"

"Just... chance. I..." the man is hesitant. You're petrified. He's been watching you but you don't know who he is. "She has a family. They'll look for her."

"Let me worry about that," a snicker.

"I..." he's breathless as your heart is pounding.

"Hear that," the other taunts, "go on and introduce yourself. Maybe she won't be so nervous."

There's a silence and you sense more movement. He's in front of you, you know it even though you can't see him. He says your name and you scrunch your nose to keep from crying.

"Get away from me," you utter, "go!"

"Sweetie," he touches your knee and you try to shake him off. His hand grips you tighter. "I'm not going to hurt you." He sighs. "What did you do to her? You have to tie her up like this?"

"Got in a bit of a bender but she's fine," the other assures, "you can untie her but she's your problem then."

The man lets go of your knee and reaches around your head to untie the ribbon. He kneels before you as he looks you over, rubbing the ribbon between his fingers. You know him. You've seen him before, but never in person.

Steve Rogers is even bigger in real life. He smiles. Those blue eyes that always seem warm in pictures are startling.

"Please, let me go," you whine.

His brow twitches and he tilts his head; confused, pleading, you cannot tell. But you know from that look he won't oblige.

"You're scared?" He leans back on his heels. "You know who I am?" He watches you and all you can do is gape back at him. He holds out his hand. "I'm Steve."

He realises his mistake as you only blink at him and he drops his hand. He rubs his palms together and hesitates before he stands.

"I'm sorry about my friend," he looks to the doorway, "Buck, can you get her a blanket?"

The other man huffs but you hear him go. Steve turns to the fire and stoops to move a log from the metal basket onto the dwindling embers. He turns back and shifts his weight on his feet.

"I... I want to untie you but you can't run." He says carefully.

"If you think I'm going to run, why would you want me to stay?" You hiss.

"You can," the other man speaks as he enters. "One of us will catch you."

You glance over your shoulder as he nears and hands Steve the blanket. He watches and lets out a breath.

"I dress her up all nice for you and you’re coverin' her up?" he tuts.

You recognise him too. Captain America's ever loyal sidekick, Bucky Barnes. He grins as he meets your gaze and winks.

"Isn't she cute? Maybe I should have put her in white." Bucky sneers and smacks Steve's shoulder.

"You're scaring her," Steve smacks him with his knuckles, “sweetie," he turns back to you, "will you be good if I untie you?"

You look between him and Bucky. You squirm and blink away another wave of terror.

"Please," you whisper at first then repeat yourself louder.

Steve nods and rounds you. You feel him picking at your binds as Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Don't say I didn't try to help," Bucky grumbles and goes to the fireplace. "Any plans for her? I'm sure you've been thinking about it for a while."

"Enough, Buck," your hands fall loose and Steve comes back around to free your ankles. He looks up at you. "Please, don't listen to him."

You don't say anything. The whole situation is too confusing. Surreal. Your ankles come away from the chair legs and you slide forward. Steve stands and catches you by your shoulders before you can stand.

"You okay?" He plays with the fringe at the edge if the blanket as it rests over your shoulder.

You sit back and shrug away his touch.

"I don't understand," you say, "I really don't."

"I didn't think it would be like this--" Steve is interrupted by a scoff and sends Bucky a sharp look. The latter raises his brows and strolls from the room with a sarcastic salute.

Steve backs away and you watch as he passes the chair you sit in to sit on the long sofa. He pats the spot beside him.

"Can we talk?" He asks as if you could day no.

You rise and sweep the blanket around you before it can fall. You near him and sit as far from him as you can.

"I didn't think he would... it's my fault. I just could never build up the to-- to--" he looks down bashfully and drags his nail along the faded denim along his thigh. "To say hello."

"How do you... know me?" You ask.

"MrsRogersTeddy?" He smiles as his eyes flick up. The username, almost forgotten, has you pressing yourself against the arm. You shake your head at him in disbelief.

"I haven't posted in years," you murmur, "how..."

"Well, that's why I went looking. The blog was inactive but I love your stories. They're so good."

"They're trash. Sometimes you just get so bored that living in dumb fantasies is better than anything in the real world. They were just stupid fics. They didn't..." his face falls and you speak slower, realising you've said you much, "mean anything."

He frowns and sits back, deflated. His fingers tap on his jeans. “They mean something to me.” He says deliberately. Slowly, he turns. “Don’t I mean anything to you?”

“I don’t know you,” you regret your words the moment they hang in the air before you.

“Then why would you write about me? Why?” The vein in his forehead sticks out and his jaw squares. “I don’t get it.” He grabs you before you can react and pulls you to him. The blanket slips between your bodies. “You wrote about us!”

“No, no, they were all made up. It wasn’t about--”

“Shhhh,” he hushes you as his hand stretches across your throat. He flexes his fingers as he pushes you onto your back and lowers himself with you. He crushes you beneath him as he frames your faces with his hand. “You love me.”

“No,” you murmur, “Steve…”

“Don’t.” His voice is harsh as you stare up into his eyes. His pupils dilate and he smashes his lips into yours.

You push against his chest, the blanket twists at your waist. The bra, a dark blue with white fur trim, threatens to reveal all. His hand brushes down your neck and arm as he traces the length of your body to your hips. He pulls your leg around him as he moves between your thighs.

A rush of panic rises within and you whimper into his mouth. Your head is spinning and you can’t breath. You can barely think. You’re trapped with a stranger. Smothered by THE Captain America. And for days, weeks, months, who knows, he’s been stalking you. You never knew. How could you? It was unthinkable.

He draws away and gazes down at you. “Say you want me,” he purrs.

Your lips part but you can’t speak. He doesn’t wait anyway as he kisses you again. He’s tugging at the thin string of the thong, exploring your body with his hands. He shoves his thumb beneath the cup of the bra and teases your nipple. He grinds against you like a puritan.

You gasp as you turn your head away. You gulp for breath as his lips continue to your throat. He’s ravenous, unstoppable. He’s kissing, nipping, and sucking your flesh. You grasp at his thick bicep and claw at his firm chest. He is immovable but you are not.

His hand slides along your pelvis. The thong is scrunched from the friction of your bodies. He hums as he grazes your cunt with his fingertips. He nuzzles your neck and fumbles with his fly.

“No,” you beg, “Steve, please…” you’re desperate. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I’m not,” he groans as he wriggles and pushes down the top of his jeans and rolls down the elastic of his briefs. He struggles for a moment and you refuse to look anywhere but the ceiling. “I’m not, I’m not…” he recites more to himself than you.

You kick your heels into his legs but he doesn’t even flinch. His hand is still moving between you. You feel him prod along your soft thigh. You writhe, you need him off of you. You’re sweating, stolid. You’ve never been so afraid. He drags his cock against your folds.

“Steve--”

He claps his hand over your mouth and enters you in a single thrust. You exclaim into his palm as he shakes and holds himself deep in you. His head hangs beside yours and his fingers curl as he muffles your distress.

He rocks his hips carefully. You squeeze him between your thighs unable to do much else. It hurts how full you are. Each time he tilts, he’s deeper inside you. Your walls cling to him and you close your eyes to the world. You want to forget where you are but you can’t as he brings you back each time he moves.

His tempo builds steadily. You ache; for him, because of him. Your body rebels as your mind shouts for rescue. There is no escape. You are caught in his embrace; in his scent.

He lifts himself and his hand falls away from your mouth. You bare your teeth as he pins your shoulders and holds himself over you. He slams his hips down and you yelp. Your lashes flutter open and you see a beast atop you. He is not the saviour painted across glossy magazines and inky newspapers. He is a man, base and bestial.

His flesh slaps loudly against yours. You peek down at the joining of your bodies, his shirt rides up on his firm stomach as the thong digs into your skin. Your tits are out as the bra slides further down your arms and torso.

He growls and your eyes meet. He hums but not for long, instead grunting with each thrust. He licks his lips as his gaze ventures down. He sits back and holds your hips. You cover your face with your arm. You’re cumming. You don’t want to but you can’t stop the tide that swirls around you. You’re drowning. You’re lost. You cannot find your way back in the storm.

His voice is louder. His groans carnal. He raises your left leg to rest against his chest. He hugs it as your muscles strain. You’re quaking, the entire couch is trembling. He bites his knuckles to stifle a cry. He bucks wildly as he spills into you.

When he is still, you feel as if you are still moving. Your thighs tingle and your vision clouds. He drops your leg and bends over you as he catches his breath. He blindly cradles your face as his breath washes over your chest.

“Merry Christmas, Steve,” a shadow appears behind him. You see Bucky watching you with a grin. “So… where’s my present?”

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wandas-sunshine · 4 years

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Every Little Thing (Kinktober Day 5)

Kinktober Schedule

Prompt: Corruption, Thigh Riding

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,7000

Warnings: SMUT 18+, corruption kink/innocence kink, thigh riding, unprotected sex, fingering, Bucky is a cocky little shit

A/N: This kinda got away from me...sorry about that. And sorry if I fall behind schedule because this took me three days haha. TAGLIST IS STILL OPEN

You were perfect, and pure, and everything Bucky never expected to get his hands on. But from the very beginning, you had gravitated towards him. Towards his strength, his kindness, and of course the way he wasn’t like most other men you were used to.

You were in your mid twenties, but the innocence you cloaked yourself in didn’t show it. You didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, you never cussed, and you flustered at the mere mention of sex so much that Bucky wondered if you’d ever slept with anyone, if you’d ever even touched yourself.

It wasn’t something he should be thinking about, it was filthy and you were so much the opposite. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t help himself. You’d show up in your pink pleated skirt, and your white ruffled top and matching little socks, and he couldn’t control it. You were adorable, untainted, and the thought of ruining you never failed to make Bucky rock hard.

It was never attainable, he knew that. It was just a desperate fantasy that took over whenever he’d see you squirm, or blush when the others teased you. He did what he could to keep it locked away, no use getting teased by the team for his sick fantasies.

But one day, everything changed, for the better in Bucky’s humble opinion.

See, you’d always trusted Bucky most. He didn’t laugh at you or tug your pigtails, and he made you feel safe, even despite his past.So it seemed like the obvious answer to knock on his door with the humiliating question that had been swirling through your head for hours.

You smoothed your hair and straightened the baby blue skirt you had on before knocking. There was a moment before the door opened.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky questioned. You didn’t look up, keeping your hands folded neatly in front of you.

“How do you know when a girl has an orgasm?” You asked. The question rushed out all in one breath, and you could swear you heard Bucky choke on air. It rendered him speechless. He spluttered.

“I...what?” He looked down at you, noticing the way you refused to meet his eye, the way you fiddled with your hands.

“I mean, you’ve been with women before, right? And...well, I assume you’re good at it.” You risked looking up, but catching sight of his surprised smirk, you looked back down quickly. “And Nat asked when the last time was that I had...you know.”

Bucky bit back a chuckle and ignored the way his cock was stirring in his pants. You had come to him, of all the people in the world, and now you could hardly get your words out.

“The last time you came?” He asked, his arms crossing over his chest as he eyed you closer. You nodded.

“And I’m just not exactly...I don’t know if I ever really...did that.” You rambled. Your lower belly tightened as you lifted your gaze to meet his. His blue eyes were dark, and he was looking at you differently than he ever had.

“Do you want to come in?” He stepped back to allow you inside. You mumbled a quiet thanks and let him close the door behind you. It wasn’t the first time you’d been in his room, but this time certainly felt different.

Bucky stepped closer, and you found yourself backing up into the door. He laughed, the sound of it dark, and rich, and fogging up your mind. You squeezed your thighs together.

“Have you ever slept with anyone?” He asked, reaching out to touch the ribbons tied around your braids. Adorable.

“No…” You confessed. Your eyes lowered to your hands, picking at your pastel nail polish. He tipped your head back up with a finger beneath your chin.

“Do you want to?” You didn't answer. He pressed in closer, squeezing out what personal space you’d had left. You shivered. Had he always been so much bigger than you? “I can make sure you cum. Over, and over, and over. I’ll make you feel so good,”

His hands moved down to grip your hips, and his mouth latched onto your neck. You let out a startled gasp as he sucked at the spot beneath your ear. Was that supposed to feel so good?

He continued leaving small marks against your skin, just imagining how sexy a few hickeys would look peeking out of one of your pretty little sweaters. You whimpered when he bit down at the apex of your shoulder, and Bucky had to stop himself from creaming his pants like a teenager.

He tipped your head up to ghost his lips against yours. He could feel every shaky breath you took. Then, he was pressing his lips to yours, firm and slow. Your hands clutched at his henley as you tried to keep up with the kiss. You didn’t have much experience after all.

Finally he pulled away and looked over you, flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. He kept his hands on you, gently guiding you back with him. He sat at the edge of the bed, and guided you to sit on his lap. Your mind was still racing to catch up with what exactly was happening. You wiggled to settle yourself on his thighs, your skirt riding up around your hips. His hands smoothed over your thighs, squeezing them and earning another heavenly sigh from your lips.

“Can you take your shirt off for me, doll?” He asked sweetly. You hesitated, but his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your skin, and you trusted him more than anyone else. You pulled your shirt off and dropped it onto the floor with his. He groaned and moved his hands up to caress your bare sides. Then his hands reached back to unclip your bra. There was a panicked moment as you clutched the material to your chest.

“It’s okay. It’s just me.” He reminded you, slowly pulling your hands away to let it fall entirely.

His hands immediately moved to your breasts, cupping them and tweaking your nipples. You whimpered, and Bucky smirked. He did it again, and you squirmed in his lap.

“Such a pretty body. So fucking innocent.” He praised. You whined and your entire body went hot.

His hands landed against your back, holding you secure as he tipped you back and leaned to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked, just to hear your startled cry. His teeth grazed over the sensitive peak before he pulled his mouth off with a pop to give the other side the same treatment.

“Buck,” You gasped, hands flying to his hair. He’d never heard his name sound prettier on a girl’s lips. “Please.”

“Please what, baby?” He cooed, sitting up to meet your eye. You wiggled, pressing your barely covered core against his obvious bulge. “You want me to make you cum, is that what you want?”

You nodded and hummed a soft agreement.

“Gotta prove you’re ready for my cock, can you do that for me?” He shifted you easily, moving you so you were seated straddling just one of his legs.

He brushed his knuckles over your cheek, and you closed your eyes, just soaking in that smooth Brooklyn accent.

“How?” You looked up at him again with those eyes that made him want to fuck you senseless.

“Gonna ride my thigh.” He answered. Your eyebrows furrowed and you bit your lip, not wanting to ask what exactly he meant. But Bucky could see right through you, just like always. “You’re gonna grind that pretty little pussy on my leg until you cum. And maybe then I’ll fuck you.”

You shivered at the filthy words, but you nodded. His hands steadied your hips, and you clung to his shoulders as you rolled your hips against him.

You gasped a small ‘oh’ at the feeling before rolling them down into him again, this time harder. You bit your lip, feeling wetness seep from your core as your squirmed over his leg. Every time you’d catch your clit just right, you’d gasp, or whine ever so softly. Bucky could feel the wet spot forming on his jeans. His hands pressed you even more firmly against the pure muscle of his thigh as he lifted it to meet the movement of your hips.

The pretty little noises you made were growing increasingly desperate, and you buried your face in his neck. Your stomach was growing tight, warmth radiating through you and pleasure rolling over you in waves.

“Bucky, I-” You whimpered as Bucky guided you harder, faster until you were trembling. He praised you quietly as he bounced his leg. And just like that, you felt pleasure like you never had, a blazing heat that sparked in your core and seared through you. Your nails scratched at his arms, and your hips bucked uncontrollably.

“There you go. Good girl, ride it out.” You clung to him, and he held you steady. You hid your face in his neck, trying to catch your breath. He kissed the side of your head and pulled you closer.

“Bucky?” Was that...was that an orgasm?” He stroked his hand up your side with a chuckle.

“Yeah, princess, that was an orgasm.”

“I like that a lot.”

“Yeah? Do you want another one?” He asked. You hesitated before nodding.

“Greedy little doll. I like that.” He moved you so you were laying back on his bed. He slipped your skirt off your legs, then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips to let him pull them down. He pushed your legs open, taking a moment just to admire you.

“I’ve gotta get you ready before you can take me. Gonna get you nice and stretched open.” He tapped his fingers to your lips. “Can you suck on them for me?”

You opened your mouth, taking three of his fingers into your mouth, and Bucky moaned aloud. You just looked so precious sucking on his fingers. He pressed them against your tongue, sliding them in and out of your mouth slowly until he was satisfied.

He sat back, running his spit-covered fingers in slow circles over your clit. You squeaked and your hand flew to cover your mouth. Bucky’s fingers didn’t stop, but his other hand pulled yours away from your lips.

“I want to hear how good it feels, don’t be quiet with me.” He moved his fingers lower, teasing them through your wetness.

You nodded a tiny bit as he pressed one finger into you. You let out another pathetic whimper at the way your tummy fluttered when he started to fuck you with it, nice and slow.

His finger curled and quirked inside you. He was coaxing the prettiest little sounds from your lips, and he never wanted to stop. He worked a second finger in, scissoring you open and watching your hips rock into his hand.

“Bucky,” You cried, gripping his wrist when his fingertips brushed against a particular spot. Bucky curled his fingers and tested the spot again, listening to you keen.

“I think I found your special spot.” He looked up at you, and your hips wiggled. He picked up his pace again, even managing to add a third finger.

He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, and your simply angelic noises were melting into incoherent pleas. He flicked his thumb back and forth over your clit, pushing you steadily into a second orgasm. He held your hips to the bed and fingered you through the bliss.

Once you had properly come down, he stood up and stripped the rest of his clothes off. Your eyes lingered on his size. You’d never seen a man’s cock before, not in real life, but you were positive that he was bigger than average. You wondered if it was thanks to the serum.

Slowly, fear began to seep through the heavenly haze. He was big, bigger than your fingers, and bigger than the fingers he’d just stretched you open with. He was going to split you in half.

“You in there, doll?” He slid onto the bed, settling part way over you, and kissing his way up your body. Your hips, your stomach, the swell of your breasts. “Relax, I’ve got you. Gonna take such good care of you.”

You nodded a little, and Bucky kissed your lips again, deep and slow until your chest ached from the breathlessness. When he pulled away, his hand ran down your side.

“You’ll want to be on top. It’ll be more comfortable.” He promised you. He didn’t mention how sexy it would be to watch you ride him. You nodded, and he easily rolled the two of you. You could feel his hardness against your thigh.

“Do you want my cock?” He reached up, hands running soothing strokes against your thighs. You squirmed, jumping when your clit rubbed against his shaft. “Tell me.”

You bit your lip and rolled your hips against his. He groaned and gripped your thighs tighter, surely leaving pretty bruises in his wake.

“Come on baby, tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” You hugged. “I want to feel you inside,”

And that request from your precious lips wasn’t something that Bucky could even humor denying. He gently lined himself up with your entrance, letting the head swipe through your wetness. He pressed in, and you winced at the pressure.

“Now just lower yourself down, nice and slow. You can stop if you want to.” He reminded you, his hands wandering anywhere and everywhere they could reach.

You braced your hands against his chest, and tried not to fluster at how firm he was under your touch. You were having sex with him for God’s sake. So you closed your eyes and started to sink onto his considerable length. You let out a shaky breath, your hands curling into fists. It burned, and he was filling you more than you had ever felt before.

You whimpered as he pressed deeper and deeper. Finally, you setted, your hips flush against his. Your eyebrows were knit tight, and your thighs trembled.

Bucky shushed you gently, brushing some loose strands of hair from your face and reminding you of how well you were doing. And of course he wanted to fuck you into oblivion, and you may well have been the tightest pussy he’d ever taken, but he didn’t like the look of discomfort on your face. His thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles to ease the pain.

And finally the pain gave way to a spreading warmth. You rolled your hips experimentally and squeaked at the new feeling. So slowly you lifted your hips, then lowered yourself back down. Bucky hummed his satisfaction, and you moaned at the unfamiliar tightening in your stomach.

Slowly but surely he helped you build a proper rhythm. You’d given up being quiet, instead opting to tell Bucky exactly how you felt.

“It’s so big,” Your head fell forward as he rolled his hips up to meet yours. You gasped and whined desperately.

“How’s it feel taking my cock, huh doll?” He smirked and you whimpered even louder; his filthy, demented dream come true.

He guided one of your hands down to your clit, looking up to meet your eye.

“Go on and play with yourself. Want to watch you cum around me.” You did your best to keep your hips moving, rubbing circles on the overworked nerves just like he had. It felt like a mere breath before you came, shaking and crying out as he bucked into you to help you properly ride out the ecstasy.

It only took a little more, a couple more thrusts while you whimpered above him, and he was spilling his load right into you.

He helped you off of him, and you hissed at the sensitivity. He settled you in beside him, and you curled in on yourself. You looked so stunning, all messy and fucked out. And he still had so much to teach you. He’d show you every little thing you needed to know.

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sparetimeimagines · 3 years

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Habits

Tsukishima Kei x Reader

tags; exlovers, hate sex, dwi, smut, degrading, fluff, ok they fuck

Part 2

Masterlist

It’s becoming a habit.

You shoot your shot at the most basic ass man you can find. A man at the club who found your Instagram on the club’s tag. You figure, hell, he’s boring.

He can’t possibly be the one who’s going to screw you over at the end of the night.

He can’t possibly be the one who’s going to later get your Snapchat and spend those hours of getting to know you, just to get your nudes and ghost you after you tell him you’re not down to fuck.

Of course not.

He’s going to be the shame you in front of his friends when he asks to chill and you stupidly agree.

He’s going to call you a whore because you sent him the pictures he asked for not like he has four other girls in his DMs.

Because it’s your fault he’s a shitty person.

Because it’s your fault you fell for his tricks.

“Can I come over?” Your voice cracks as you wipe a tear, acting like you totally weren’t crying over some jerk.

“It’s 2AM.”

“That never stopped you before.”

The line is silent, and you could have sworn he hung up.

“Tsuki... please.” You beg, knowing the sound of your voice being manipulated that way makes him hard.

He sighs and you know he’s going to let you have your way.

“How long?” He clears his throat and you stumble to your car.

“One point five.” Your vision his hazy, the alcohol having less of a toll on your vision than your emotional state. “I’ll be there before sunrise.”

“You better not be driving.” He growls.

“Fuck you, Tsukki, you’re not the boss of me.” You turn the keys in the ignition. “I’m not drunk.”

“Hmmph.” You know he’s rolling his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

The smirk on his lips is contagious, infecting yours that are smeared with the dark lipstick.

“Let me know when you’re close.”

“Always.”

There was nothing new about you driving to the dorms in the middle of the night. College life was something you embraced when you never fully cut the ties to your doting ex boyfriend who is always down to fuck.

He lived in an apartment off campus, not being able to live under the RA’s rules, but everyone neighboring was also enrolled in the school.

Early morning or late night, whatever you want to call it, you show up. His apartment, the one with the glowing window, indicates he’s awake.

You slam the door shut harder than you anticipate, stomping up the stairs to his apartment.

“2C.” You try the door knob but it’s locked. “Tsukishima. Open up!” You bang on the door and he quickly opens. He nearly rips your limb from your body in order to get you inside his home.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” He has one hand around your throat and the other grasping your arm, pinning you to the wall.

You smirk at the thought of him pinning you against the wall and begin biting your lower lip.

“Split me apart, Tsuki. I’m begging you.”

He rolls his eyes, gripping your neck tighter.

“What is wrong with you, Stupid Girl? Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I don’t care what time it is. I want you to tear me apart.” Your dazed eyes roll back to his honey colored one with a dare he’s not willing to turn down.

His large fingers tear at the thin fabric of your dress and tugs it down your arm.

“You always wear the sluttiest things.” He stares at you, your body slowly being exposed with each piece he tears off. “You reek. Did they reject you again?” He leans into your neck, teeth sinking into the arch of your bones. “Tell me. What’s his name?” He bites into your skin as you attempt to reply, your gasp ruining you. “Hm? Who did you try to replace me with this time?” His hot breath coats the lobe of your ear, his fingers gripping the messy strands of your hair to the opposite side exposing you completely.

The other hand you were concerned with reappears between your legs, fingers dipping against the damp fabric clinging to your heat.

“Hmm doesn’t matter. Because he didn’t want you. Did he not?”

You ignore his question, focusing on the two fingers that tease you from below, light touches caressing you until you’re suffering with that welcoming ache.

You feel yourself tighten, the kegel trying to hold in the wetness between your folds.

“Mmm what is it? You’re so tense.” He stops petting you. “He didn’t want you, did he?”

He steps back, the hand that had you mesmerized leaves your heat throbbing -begging for attention- and relocates to your bottom lip.

“Answer me.” He demands, the finger dragging your taste against your plump lip.

“No.”

“No what?”

“No he didn-” Tsukishima cuts you off with his finger burrowing back through your lips and inside your mouth.

“I’ve heard enough.” He smirks, him adding another finger to your mouth. “You’ve always talked too much anyway.” His eyes roll, his head shaking with a devilish smirk across his face.

No glasses, no shirt, messy hair, this is the Tsuki no one else knew. This is the Tsuki you knew who would fuck you aggressively until sunrise.

He presses himself against your lower half, his hard cock rubbing against your naked body through his tight briefs.

He scoffs, taking the fingers from your mouth, so wet glistening with your saliva and runs it across the only part still clothed between your legs.

“What’s going to stop me fucking you right now? No one knows where you are. I could fuck you...” He returns to your neck with open mouth kisses sucking on your skin. “For hours. Days if I wanted to. No one is going to stop me from fucking your tight, slutty cunt.”

His fingers graze the fabric once more, pushing it to the side.

His eyes meet yours, his fingers returning to his mouth for wetness, then back to your sensitive, sobbing hole.

His finger to slowly stretch into your body, his eyes never leaving you. He watches your moan, how your lips part, your eyes rolling, your chest rises as he has one hundred percent control of your body.

“Mmm you like that. Look how tight she clings to me.” His free hand caresses your neck, slowly moving to your breast. Goosebumps follow his touch, the warmth of his fingers resting on the bar between your nipple. “I think she missed me.”

He slides his fingers upward, pumping your famished hole for your juice.

“You dirty whore.” He smirks feeling you drip to his knuckle.

Tsuki brings his lips to your ring, lips tongue flicking against your silver barbell.

“I remember when you got these done. Prancing around like some fucking slut with your tits out.” He brings it in with his mouth, sucking the bar for your new found sensitive tips. “Mmm so sexy.” He looks up to you, panting with your head thrown back. “My girl is enjoying herself.” He comes back up, still twisting your ring as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. His thumb caresses your clit briefly for the sake of reaction.

Your body jolts and he smirks, bringing you into him.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Baby Girl?” He whispers and you nod unable to catch your breath.

He pulls out from you, his fingers soggy from your wetness.

“Then clean it.” He holds his fingers to your mouth, watching you lick from his knuckle to the tip. “You’re so pretty when you’re wet.” He moans watching you lick his fingers, he grabbing his cock through his tight briefs, it filling perfectly where it should.

Hard, he releases it to his hands, reflexing in your direction.

“If you want me to fuck you, show me how bad you want it.”

He pumps his cock a few times before you smack his hands away, pinning them in between your fingers.

“Shut the fuck up, Tsuki. You’re so annoying.” You scoff taking his shaft between your free hand and your tongue. He moans letting his head roll back, he looking at the ceiling.

Up and down you run your lips along him, his hands tangling with your hair.

“Stop playing with it.” He warns grabbing your face by the jaw. “Do it right.”

It was your time it smirk, taking him whole, him bucking his hips.

You gag against him making Tsuki jolt his cock against your throat again.

“Yes Baby, gag on me. Fuck you feel so good.” He pulls your hair back out from your face.

You watch him, doe eyes watching him relax with pleasure.

“Fuck Baby.” He pulls out from your mouth. “You’re going to waste me like that.” He pulls you to your feet. “Get your ass on my bed.” He points to his bedroom, watching you obediently oblige, his palm smacking your ass on the way in.

“Ow, fuck Tsuki. That hurt!” You rub your enflamed cheek and he meets you in the edge.

“Shut the fuck up.” He smirks. “All fours. Now.”

“Fine fine. Shut up.” You position yourself ready for him when he pushes you forward, your stomach against the sheet.

“You think you’re just gonna get whatever you want.” His hand collides with your cheek again. “Hell no. Shut your bratty mouth and take my cock like a good girl.”

He inserts a finger into your swollen hole, taking it out to his lips. “Fuck Baby.” He grips your hips, bending over to line up. He presses his lips against your cheek then the other, letting his tongue reappear at your clit, letting your body buckle with your moan.

“Mmm just how I remember you.” He leaves a long strip to your entrance, with his index fucking your hole. “You fucking slut. I own you.” He slurps. “I’m going to tear you up.”

He bites your ass, realigning his cock with your core.

Painfully slow, he lets himself into you, bottoming his cock into your body. You both groan as he stays completely still.

“Fuck Tsukki. Move.” You gasp trying to adjust your hips however he has you pinned. “Fuck, you’re big. Move.” You’re breathless as he begins to adjust himself along your tight walls.

“Being nice now isn’t going to make me go easy on your tight pussy.” He slides out, barely leaving the tip in. “Beg for me. Tell me how badly you want me to use you.” He leans forward, his breath on your skin. “Tell me. Who’s gonna touch you like me?”

“N-no one.”

“Hmm? Tell me, Y/n, tell me who’s gonna fuck you like me?”

“No one Tsu- fuck.” He smashes his hips into yours, thrusting harder than he had ever before.

“That’s right. You slut.” He’s thrusting, both hands on your hips keeping him, steady. “You crave me. No one can satisfy you like me.” He bottoms into you, catching your breath with his cock.

“Too deep.” He smirks at your complaint.

“No those boys can’t fill your tight cunt like I can.”

“This is the- the last time Tsuki.”

“You damn liar. You depend on me. You need me.”

He shoves your head into the pillow muffling your moans while he pounds into you. His hand grazes across your ass restlessly, until he pulls out flipping you. His hands pin you down against the bed, his forehead resting against yours.

“I want to watch you cum on my cock.” He grunts, reinserting himself. “You’re so damn gorgeous, you maniac.”

You press your lips against his, your legs pulling him in deep. “Fuck you, Tsuki.”

He smirks into your lips, feeling your walls grip around his cock. Your moans grow louder and he’s pounding harder than ever, wanting you to finish on him.

“Who’s making you cum?” He pants, close himself.

“Fuck. Tsukishima.” You grip the back of his head, feeling yourself release on him, he cumming short after with the throbs of his cock twitching inside of you. His body, wet and covered in sweat, collapses on top of you his breathing matching yours as he lessens in size.

“Fuck.” He says pulling out. “Fuck.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You roll over to your side, feeling him sit up in the bed against the wall.

Moments pass and things begin to calm down, the post nut clarity. The downfall.

“It doesn’t get better than this, does it Tsuki?” Your sad reality hits you as you adjust yourself with a hand under his pillow, still not facing the blond but the wall instead. His covers hide your sweat glazed body and insecurities.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s an endless cycle. I get my heart broken and come crying back to my ex to fuck me because at least I know he’s not going to break me again because he’s already done that.”

You stare at the wall, feeling him shift beside you.

Then you feel his hand graze your hips, resting on the highest point.

“Well. Is that what you want? Do you want the endless cycle of me fucking you until you hate yourself?”

“No. Yes? I don’t know.”

“Would you rather just want to fuck me?”

“Like friends with benefits?” You turn on your side catching him rolling his eyes.

“We will never be friends.” He bluntly says searching for his glasses. You nod and he sighs. “It’s obvious you still have feelings for me, Y/n.”

You rest on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Whatever, Tsuki.”

“Don’t deny it. You wouldn’t keep coming back to me unless you wanted something.”

“I wanted to get laid.”

“And you’re a terrible liar.” He runs hand through his drenched curls.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No normal person would drive two hours in the middle of the night to fuck someone, Y/n. It’s not worth it.”

You sit up grabbing the sheet to cover yourself.

“I’m not here for you to shove your opinions at me, Tsuki.”

“You’re right, Y/n.” He grabs your hand pulling you into him. “You’re here because you still have feelings. You’re here because you can’t accept that you’re not over our relationship. You’re here because you keep throwing yourself at random losers to substitute the feelings you have for me because you can’t admit it to yourself that you never wanted our relationship to end.”

He calls you out leaving you stunned. Not one word can come to your lips because deep down, you know he’s right.

Deep down, you keep going back to Tsuki because you know he won’t let you down. You know, that deep deep down in your chest, the beating organ is still beating for Tsuki but like him, you’re too stubborn to admit it.

“I just want to hear you say it.”

“Say what, Tsukishima?”

“Say that you miss me. Say that you still want me.” His lips brush against yours, his whisper barely audible. Those hands he cuffed around your wrists flip you on your back and he’s hovering over you. “Say you still want me. Say that us breaking up was a mistake and say you still want me. Just admit it.”

“Tsu-“ before you could say another word, his lips silence you, the pressure of his naked body atop of yours, but inches away from joining with each other. “I’m a terrible liar.”

“Then tell me the truth.” He whispers his lips closing in on yours.

“I love you, Kei.”

#tsukishima fluff #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsuki #tsukishima hcs #tsukishima smut #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima haikyuu

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theseshipsshallsail · 3 years

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The sound he makes sends a shiver down Oliver’s spine, heat pooling low in

his belly as he crowds Elio up against the brickwork. He’s so close he could count his freckles in the moonlight, trace the rough patch of stubble on his unshaven chin. It’s a moment suspended in time - a fantasy come to life - and the tightly bunched muscles of Oliver’s forearms are a testament to just how badly it affects him.

Taking that final step he presses him against the wall, a low growl of want rumbling in his chest as he covers his mouth in a searing kiss. Elio gasps, meeting him with equal measure, and Oliver swallows down his smug laughter, reminding himself to breathe. He’s never considered himself the reckless type, but the phantom sighs of Elio’s pleasure ring in his ears as he grinds the evidence of his surrender over his thigh, and the ease with which he dismisses the drudgery wrapping up mere metres away settles in his gut in a manner that’s somewhat alarming.

“You did that on purpose,” he says, nipping at the blush-red lip that’s been tormenting him all throughout dinner.

Where Elio produced the lollipop from he had no idea, but Oliver has been sporting a semi for the better part of an hour as he curled his tongue around the candy, shooting him self-satisfied looks whenever he shifted in his seat.

“Who, me?” Elio asks, and if Oliver didn’t know better, he’d sound like innocence personified.

“Yes, you.” His nostrils flare at the artificial scent of peaches in the air between them. “And in front of your parents, no less.”

“Diabolique.”

“You little libertine.” Releasing Elio’s waist, Oliver circles his naval with a thumb before plucking at the loose waistband of his shorts. “Your mother’s not as blind as you might think,” he warns, and the little shit just shoots him a smirk.

“If only I’d warned you how little I know about the things that really matter.” Elio tips his chin up, chasing another kiss, but Oliver denies him as he moves his fingers downwards, almost, but not quite, touching the thin barrier that keeps him from his prize. “Non è giusto! You tease.”

“Takes one to know one,” Oliver says, dropping to his knees in the shadows of the bushes to skim his nose over the tented material, earning a quickly muffled groan.

He really shouldn’t be doing this, but Elio’s hard for him already, the thin cotton damp with his excitement, and there’s only so much a man can take.

“Toccami, per favore.”

Oliver peers up, and the eyes staring back at him are blown wide. Black as the night that shrouds them. His whole body is singing, every nerve-ending alight. It’s a battle to keep his composure when Elio whimpers, dropping a hand to graze his index finger over Oliver’s bottom lip, and the longing contained within is what finally breaks him.

“Touch you?” Oliver says, swiping his tongue over the digit that plays him with the same precision as any instrument. “I can’t stop touching you, you little siren.”

In the blink of an eye he tugs Elio’s shorts down to his knees, allowing gravity to do the rest as he leans in to nuzzle at the sweat-damp hair of his crotch. The musk of his arousal damn near floors him, and banding an arm around Elio’s waist he draws him nearer, dropping an almost chaste kiss to the beading tip of his erection.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Elio mumbles, grabbing at Oliver’s hair. “Do you hear me complaining?”

“Me? No,” Oliver replies, lapping at the sensitive head. “But someone will hear something if we’re not careful.” Pulling back, he drags his fingernails over the valley between hip bone and groin. “Think you can be quiet?”

Elio’s gaze darts in the direction of the unseen garden table, as if only now remembering where they are. “I don’t know.”

“Try.”

“Lo farò.” Elio nods frantically, then bites the inside of his cheek as Oliver takes him into his mouth. They’ve only tried this a few times, and Oliver has to suppress a sound of his own when Elio bucks forward, hitting the back of his throat. “Scusa! Sorry!”

But Oliver isn’t complaining in the slightest. He thought he knew himself, yet with Elio by his side he’s discovering something revolutionary every day. He experiments, endlessly fascinated by the fullness, the stretch, the way his jaw starts to ache as he concentrates on keeping it wet and tight. He sucks in a lungful of air as he glances up, and Elio’s chest is heaving. He’s close, he can tell, so Oliver braces a palm over his abdomen when he feels him start to buckle.

“Easy,” he whispers, adjusting himself in his slacks, then gently fondles Elio’s balls as he bobs his head once again, taking in more and more with each return.

Oliver wraps his hand around the base, and Elio hums in satisfaction when his lips eventually meet his knuckles. Swirling his tongue, he moves them both in tandem, adding a careful scrape of teeth as his fingers dart behind Elio’s sack, seeking his entrance. He’s still loose from their afternoon siesta, and it’s the work of a moment to slip two inside, a third joining them when Elio twitches against his tongue.

A drumbeat of nervous excitement thunders inside his head, and with a hasty warning Elio seems to swell even further in the split second before Oliver’s taste buds are flooded with flavour. He swallows quickly, keeping his movements steady to prolong Elio’s enjoyment, and it’s only the sound of distant conversation that stops him from crowing in triumph.

“Delicious,” he says, kneeling back with a wink, and Elio blinks down at him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Prove it.”

“Prove it?”

Elio doesn’t bother to explain, just urges him to his feet and hauls him into a determined kiss, chasing the taste of himself from Oliver’s mouth. Helpless, he answers back in kind, grasping a fistful of curls to angle Elio’s head, then grunting in surprise when an ankle hooks behind his knee, jerking him forward. His hardness is cradled at the apex of Elio’s thighs when he reaches down between them, and the sound of his zipper is too loud even over their panting breaths.

“I want you.”

“You have me.”

“Inside,” Elio demands, easing him free of his underwear, and Oliver shudders as he strokes him in one smooth motion.

“We shouldn’t. Not here.”

It’s a token protest at best, but Elio shakes his head in negation. “Yes, here,” he insists, nuzzling into his shoulder. “We’ve already wasted so much time.”

There’s something viciously honest in his tone, and Oliver frowns as the words penetrate the fog of his libido. “Not wasted,” he says, brushing a kiss to Elio’s cheek in reassurance. “We needed that time to figure out what we wanted.”

“I did,” Elio tells him defiantly. “I do.” Brows knit, he hops into the air, and Oliver catches him without thinking. “I know what I want, Americano. The question is, do you?”

“Elio...” He can hear voices further down the path, but even that isn’t enough to deter him as he positions his cock at his spit-slick rim. “Are you sure?” he asks, and when Elio squirms impatiently Oliver can only hope his t-shirt will offer enough protection as he sheathes himself inside him, causing his back to scrape against the wall.

There’s a groan against his throat, gentle suction over his Adam’s apple, and Oliver drops his forehead to Elio’s collarbone as he holds him in place, not thrusting, just rocking deeply.

How can he sound so certain when the future is anything but? Tomorrow is an abstract concept when all they have is here and now, yet here and now Oliver has never been happier, and he can’t bear for it to end. Maybe it’s because he’s beyond the scope of his family’s expectations, but he hasn’t felt this free in years. Yes, the sword of Damocles is poised above their heads, but Elio is in his arms, welcoming him into his body, holding him, kissing him, making his heart dance to a tune of his own, so maybe the reason is irrelevant.

Maybe tomorrow can go fuck itself.

“Oliver, please…”

He can’t get close enough, and the muted whines in Oliver’s ear spur him into action, pistoning in and out as Elio’s flagging erection perks up in interest. He won’t last, but he’s determined to bring Elio off twice, and cradling his ass with one palm he uses the other to jerk him steadily, straddling the thin line between pleasure and overstimulation.

It’s both thrilling and terrifying, but filthy promises spur him onwards, and just as Oliver’s balls contract his fist is coated with Elio’s second release. Wildfire surges through his veins as he pushes in one last time, the rhythmic clenching around his cock causing him to see stars when he sinks to his knees, taking Elio with him.

Plato had the right of it, he decides, clutching him tight enough that not even Zeus could split them apart. Four arms, four legs, a head with dual faces?

They are one.

Two halves of a whole.

He loves him - even if he’s not yet brave enough to speak it - and as Oliver whispers his own name against Elio’s temple he defies the universe itself to even try and separate them again.

#cmbyn #fanfic #elio x oliver #shameless smut

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Not Safe | Professor Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Professor Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: You and your former professor, Tom Hiddleston, are carrying on a clandestine relationship under the guise of you as his TA. You are aware of Tom’s dark fantasy and today is the day you fulfill it.

Warnings: Smut, Breeding, Desk Sex, Teacher-Student Relationship, Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Sex

You snuck into the back of the lecture hall and took one of the few empty seats at the back. If the lecturer up front saw you, he gave no indication. Professor Thomas Hiddleston continued on with his lecture on John Bunyan.

“Pilgrim’s Progress.” He clicked over his PowerPoint. There was a collective groan from the students. Tom smiled before adjusting his glasses, pulling his hands from his pockets.

“I’m not going to sugarcoat it, Pilgrim’s Progress is probably one of the more boring parts of English literature.” A smattering of chuckles. You smiled, that joke never fails to hit. “But if we can get through the material with no more groaning or anyone falling asleep.” His eye caught you in his peripheral vision. “I’ll let the class out an hour earlier.”

He winked, and you squirmed in your seat. That man knew what to do to soak your panties. Not that you were wearing any that day. Tom’s voice drifted into the background, a constant hum, as your mind wandered to other things, such as how nicely the Professor’s ass looked in those pants or how his three-day stubble tickled and scratched the inside of thighs when he ate you out this morning. It wasn’t like you needed to pay attention anyway, having taken the class last year and graduated with your Bachelors in English Literature. You now attended the college as a graduate student, giving perfect cover as Professor Hiddleston’s teaching assistant for why you linger in his office at unusual hours.

You snapped out of your daydream as Tom announced, “Please bring your essays on Milton’s Paradise Lost to the front and place them on the table. And for the next time, please read pages 123-157 in your textbook.” You tugged down your skirt, short enough to show off your legs but not so short to get you into any more trouble than you wanted.

“Anything I can do for you, sir?” You sidled up to the professor, brushing against his arm.

Tom’s lips twitched at the word “sir”. It happened so fast, only you caught it. “Why don’t you take these papers back to my office?” He pushed the stack of essays into your hands. “and prepare the handouts for my ENG 104 lecture at 4:15 p.m.?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.” His lips twitched again, and you spun on the heel of your flat and exited the lecture hall.

Tom resisted the urge to leer at your backside in your almost too tight skirt. Which was made even more difficult by the crush of students asking questions, most of them female undergrads, desperate to catch his eyes. It didn’t take a PhD, although he possessed two, to figure out these girls were attempting to fulfill some fantasy of fucking their professor. He smiled. If they only knew the truth.

Fortunately, no one did. Or else you would be expelled and Professor Hiddleston fired. Graduate student or not. “Everyone!” He held up his hands. “Any questions you have can be answered during my regular office hours tomorrow.” A few of the students groaned. “Now if you excuse me…” He gathered his leather briefcase and glasses from the table and headed out the door. “… I need to prepare for my next lesson.” His pace brisk towards his office, where you should still be.

You were hunched over Tom’s desk, collating papers. You didn’t hear the door open and closed or the lock flip shut.

“How dare you?!” Tom called out, causing you to throw the papers into the air in fright.

You clutched your chest as copies flutter to your feet. “What the hell? You scared the shit out of me!” You screeched back. “Ever heard of knocking?” You bent down to pick up the papers. Tom ran his hand up your back. You jumped again.

“It’s my office. Why would I knock?”

“I could have been naked or something.” you muttered, straightening the papers.

He sat down on the couch against one wall, legs splayed. “That’s an option?”

You smirked as you spun to face him. “It is, if you ask nicely.”

He patted his lap, and you straddled his legs. Tom squeezed your ass, pulling you into a rough kiss. Your hands combed through his curls, tugging. He bit your lower lip.

“You know what I want.” He stared into your eyes. No matter how many times you gazed into them, you always got lost in those eyes. His mind wandered as he stared at your chest to the thought of your breasts, engorged with milk. Your belly swollen, whether with child or his cum. It didn’t matter.

You leaned close to his ear. “What if I told you today was your lucky day?”

His eyes widened, and nails dug into the fabric of your skirt. “Don’t joke about that.”

“I want you to breed me, Professor. I want to fill me.” Tom panted as you purred against him. “I am fertile today. If you were to cum inside me, it would not be safe.”

Tom’s hips bucked into you. “On the desk, now.”

You rose to walk to the desk. “Yes, sir.” You swayed your hips and then leaned over the edge of the table, hands flat against the surface. You wiggled your ass as his pants leg swished along your thighs.

CRACK! Tom smacked your ass hard, you jumped forward, your hips hitting hard against the solid wood desk.

“As much as I love your ass. On your back.” He pushed the papers and books away as you spun and hopped onto the desk. Your legs fell open and Tom smirked.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The tips of his fingers grazed the skin of your inner thighs, crawling up your legs toward your core, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

His eyebrow raised when his fingers teased along your folds. “No panties?”

“As you requested. Sir.” you added as Tom’s brow furrowed.

His fingers collected your arousal, swirling his thumb over your clit, earning a whimper from your lips.

“Class is still in session, my pet. I suggest unless you want someone coming to see me fucking you like the cumslut you are, you keep it down.” Tom clenched his jaw and his eyes flashed.

You bit your lip and nodded. Tom pushed into between your legs, pushing them even further apart. He plunged two fingers inside of you. You let loose a soft gasp.

“But I thought…” you questioned as Tom’s fingers scissored and curled inside of you.

Tom shushed you with pursed lips. “You need to be prepared for my seed, love. Give it the best chance to impregnate you.”

His thumb pressed onto your clit and her head hit back against the desk. Within moments, you came around Tom’s fingers, gushing and gripping.

“That’s it.” Tom urged as he continued to thrust inside of you. “Squeeze on my fingers like you will when you milk my cock.”

When you slumped against the desk, Tom removed his fingers. They dripped with your juices. Tom pressed his fingers into your mouth, while he fumbled with the fly of his pants.

“Clean up your mess, love.” You greedily sucked on his fingers. Your tongue dragged along his knuckles. Tom removed his fingers with a pop. “Now to fuck you…” The tip of his cock dragged along your slit before Tom buried himself in you. “… like the breeding slut you are.”

You moaned softly. Tom snapped his hips against you. Your mouth fell open in silent moans as Tom rutted into you. Each snap and thrust of his hips and cock deliberate. Tom’s hand slipped under your ass and lifted it up. He placed your feet on his shoulders.

“You mold around me, pet. Your body sucks up my cock. You are dying to be bred.” Tom growled. He reached down and squeezed your tits. You moaned. “Your tits will swell with milk for our child.”

Your walls fluttered around him, already sensitive from your orgasm, earlier. “I’m cumming!” you hissed. Your nails dug into the wood of the desk.

Tom’s hips snapped hard against you. He pulled your legs tight against him, giving him more leverage to plunge deeper into you. “So am I.” With a last thrust, Tom’s cock pushed deep inside you, his cum painting your walls.

Tom’s mouth fell open as you clenched around him. “That’s it, love, milk me for every drop. Let us not waste anything.”

Tom slumped forward, your bodies covered with sweat, both of your chests heaving. Your legs pressed against your body. Tom’s cock stayed inside of you.

You tried to sit up, blocked by Tom’s hips holding you fast against the desk. “Well I have class to—”

Tom pushed you back onto the desk. “You are not going anywhere. We are not done here.” His cock twitched inside of you.

“But, Tom, I was just—”

His hips rocked into you. You moaned. “You are mine and you will leave when I have filled you to my satisfaction. Until I am leaking out of you.”

Tom’s cock hardened and twitched inside of you. Your eyes shut and you gripped the sides of the desk and Tom pounded into you for Round Two.

“Whatever you say, Professor.” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

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faustian-familiar · 3 years

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Liquid Courage - A Muriel x MC lemon

Pairing: Muriel x Female Apprentice

Spicy content ahead.

It had taken nearly an entire barrel of ale, but Muriel was finally, hilariously, inebriated. Though several of our friends had offered us a place to stay that night to save us the walk through the woods, Muriel insisted on going home - though this was hardly unusual for him, the suggestive glances he was directing at me, more numerous the drunker he became, made me think that sleeping it off was not what he had planned.

We burst through the door to the hut later that night, greeted by Inanna with little more than a brief, sleepy glance from the furs on the floor, and settled side by side onto our bed.

Muriel’s breath was hot and sweet from the alcohol, brushing against my skin as he leaned his forehead heavily against mine. He opened his mouth as though to speak, but paused for a beat and snapped it shut instead. That was hardly unusual for Muriel, and I quietly waited for him to process what he wanted to say, enjoying the warmth of his skin against mine. Instead, he surprised me by huffing gently into the space between us and then sealing our lips together in a deep kiss. His mouth lingered over mine with a note of hesitation, gentle and searching at first, his lips working mine with a softness that his muscled body should not have been capable of.

My breath stopped in my throat when Muriel drew his lips back over his teeth and softly bit my lower lip. My back arched under his enormous hand as the tip of his tongue plied the soft flesh. The lungful of air I had been holding came out in a quavering moan.

Muriel pulled away, his cheeks deeply flushed. “Is this...” he paused, avoiding my eyes. “Is this ok?”

His body betrayed his true feelings. Every muscle was corded with tension as he leaned into my space, his pupils blown out with desire, and between us, the outline of his stiff member could be seen straining heavily against his pants.

“It’s more than ok, Muriel,” I replied, running the tips of my fingers over his chest, as hard and sculpted as a marble statue but alluring in its heat. “I want you to take me.”

The muscles under my fingers rose and fell quicker at my words. Muriel swept forward to kiss me again, his hands running experimentally up my thigh, his gaze heated as he pulled back to drink in the sight of my form, languid and inviting beneath him.

His voice was low as he pressed his mouth into a sensitive spot below my ear. “I need you,” he grunted, his voice remarkably husky after such little stimulation. He leaned heavily into my space which, paired with the musk of his body, made my thighs spread reflexively. Muriel normally handled me as though I were fragile, fearing the size and strength of his own body. Tonight, however, as he cupped the globe of my ass in each hand and effortlessly plucked me off the mattress and into his lap in one quick motion, I sensed that he was relishing the difference in our size and the power he had over me. His fingers closed around my breasts, kneading the supple flesh as his mouth trailed languidly down my neck. My nipples grew erect beneath his touch, and he brushed his thumbs back and forth across each pert nub. He pushed my bosoms together and kissed the exposed cleavage with mounting hunger. The noise that escaped him as he devoured me with kisses was unrestrained, a groan of desperate lust that hummed in his chest, and I couldn’t help but look down at him with surprise. Muriel’s lovemaking was normally like the roar of a distant waterfall - quiet, but fierce. Tonight was like taking a boat over the edge of that waterfall and crashing through every wave on the way down. The alcohol had clearly given him boldness, which became all the more apparent as my top was tugged down my arms to fully uncover my breasts and Muriel sealed his mouth over my nipple. I squirmed under his touch, gasping when his fingers brushed my knee beneath my skirt and grazed up my thigh with velvety smoothness. His tongue worked my nipple into a stiff, sensitive peak as his fingers found the heat between my legs. His fingertip slid over my hole, coating it in the slick of my arousal. I whimpered as I felt a heavy throb against my leg - touching my wet slit had made Muriel’s cock excited, and his hips rolled toward me eagerly.

He grazed the tip of his finger across the engorged bundle of nerves, making me moan in earnest and clutch at the back of his neck to pull him into a heated kiss.

His head dipped below my view as he spread my legs to make room for himself and settled between my thighs. His mouth was unbearably gentle against my thigh, the heat of his breath so tantalizing against my lips that I curled my toes to keep myself from shoving his tongue against my sex. He kissed my mound, pointedly avoiding the place I wanted him most, and an unbidden whine of frustration crossed my lips.

He relented with an appreciative chuckle, and I felt the heated slide of tongue against skin as he licked me open and caressed my clit. My legs trembled as he lapped eagerly at my cunt, each stroke like an electric current that passed from his body to mine. His tongue slipped between my folds, tasting my entrance and dragging his tongue back across my clit with firm, deliberate strokes, then slid two fingers inside me to caress me from the inside.

I cried out in startled appreciation and bucked underneath him, overwhelmed with pleasure. I expected him to anxiously stop and check on me, as he usually did when I reacted strongly, but shocked me by deepening his strokes and licking me faster. His boldness was enough to bring me to verge of orgasm, a lewd, needy whimper escaping me as my walls began to shudder around his fingers.

“Keep doing that, Muriel,” I pleaded between gasps. “You’re going to make me cum.”

We reached for one another automatically, Muriel’s free hand finding mine and lacing our fingers together.

Pulsing pleasure commanded every sense. It raised my pleading whimpers to a scream of ecstasy, the thrilling torment of his mouth so divine I thrashed against the blankets. I crossed my ankles behind his head, pushing him deeper and sealing his lips over my throbbing organ. He plunged his fingers inside me until my juices were coating his knuckles, his tongue lashing my clit relentlessly as we rode the climax out together, even as my grip on his hand increased to white-knuckled fervor.

As the sensations subsided, Muriel raised his head to look at me, raking the back of his hand across his stubble with eyes sparkling mischievously.

He climbed on top of me on his hands and knees, watching my face with interest as I fumbled with his pants and pushed them down over his hips to free his cock. It sprang from the folds of fabric eagerly, smooth and hard, a thick bead of precum oozing from the head. My mouth watered at the sight of it. My anticipation grew as he positioned himself, his member thick and unwieldy even in his sizable hand.

He tilted his hips and rubbed up against me, sliding his length through my wetness until his cock glistened in the low light. His eyelids fluttered as he groaned, and I found myself suppressing a smile. He was letting down his barriers and letting me see his pleasure, and I hardly dared to point it out in case he shied away.

The head of Muriel’s member was hard as steel against my hole. He leveled his gaze at me, fully flushed with the heat of arousal, and waited for my permission.

I clung to Muriel’s biceps, my fingernails digging half-moons into his skin. He was looming over me, so huge that he blocked the light coming from the embers in the fireplace. He could cover me entirely with his body.

“Come here, big guy,” I lilted, grabbing his hips and sliding his length past my lips.

I felt the low, sweet burn of being stretched by his girth as he pressed into me, pausing so I could adjust to his size. Muriel was massive, especially where it counted, and my head tilted back into the pillow as he slowly put more weight onto his cock and seated his full length inside me to fill me completely. Our eyes met, Muriel’s expression softening as we gazed at one another, affection and longing shown in every feature. He stroked my cheek gently with his thumb.

We waited a few beats for my body to accommodate him, and then he began a gentle rhythm, easing our bodies together until we were moving as one. He grunted with pleasure - my favorite sound in all the world - raw and rugged like he was.

He rutted against me, and then said something I was not prepared for.

“Hold on.”

He grabbed one wrist in each hand, or more accurately, half my forearm, and pinned them above my head, his large hands holding me down against the mattress as his lovemaking gained speed. I sank into the bed with each thrust, the creak of the headboard matching the brutal pace of our bodies. He made my drenched hole take his cock over and over, bouncing me up and down mercilessly. I was little more than a willing vessel for his pleasure, and every nerve inside me sang with satisfaction as his length slid back and forth across them. Muriel’s growls of pleasure as he impaled me with his length only made me wetter.

His body went rigid as he took a shuddering breath, his jaw clenching as his eyes squeezed shut and his brows furrowed. He whispered a single word, his voice low but so thick with passion and desire my loins nearly melted.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes still tightly closed. “Oh, fuck.”

I had a new favorite sound.

Muriel’s cock convulsed and released volleys of hot, white cum inside me, every inch buried in the welcoming swelter of my cunt as his face contorted with bliss, both of us panting with each forceful throb of his member.

He paused to catch his breath, looking down at me as both of us erupted into a peal of joyful laughter.

“Muriel...wow,” I managed, cupping his flushed face.

His blush deepened as he looked away, his expression slightly embarrassed but the smile still playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Do you think,” he replied, “that we could get the name of that ale?”

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hawksugarbaby · 3 years

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Bakukami x reader- close up thunderstorm

Smut

Chapter includes: keraunophilia (arousal from thunder and lighting), electrostimulation, Blowjob, threesome, temperature play (heat), bakugo with a jacobs ladder piercing because why not.

You closed your eyes biting your lip and rubbing your thighs together at a feeble attempt of friction. Another roll of thunder and the sky lit up white as a fork of lightning struck the ground and dissipated quickly. The heavy metallic air was hot around you and your hair stood on end from the thrill of the storm, heavy bullets of rain pounding at your window as if trying to shatter the glass and you muttered curses tangling your hand through your hair.

You weren't sure what finally convinced you to get up and go to kaminari's room. But as another crack of lightning split the sky and the thunder roared you stood quickly taking your underwear off before you left the room, walking to his room in your skirt and crop top buttons popped at the top and the lace of your (f/c) bra peeking over the top. You knocked lightly on the door which was quickly opened and kaminari's face peaked out, "oh hey (y/n)! Whatcha knocking for?" you could see bakugo's ash blonde hair peaking behind his legs sitting on the floor with a controller in his hand "O-oh I'll come back later" you stutter not accounting for the fact other people might be in the room. "Just come in! You're not interrupting anything we're just playing Minecraft" he shrugged pulling you into the room with no acknowledgement from bakugo.

"No seriously Kaminari I should go I just remembered I have some stuff I need to take care of" the air in kaminari's room was thicker and hotter than the rest of the dormitory and you chewed the inside of your lip trying to subdue your hurried breaths. "I'm sure it can wait can't it?" he said shuffling over the bed to make space for you and patting the crushed bedsheets 'no' "yeah it can wait"

Another crack of lighting and sparks of electricity flew off of kaminari sparking on your arm leaving tiny lightning strikes and you shifted in your spot, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. "Oh did I shock you! Sorry it's just the storm it makes my quirk go into hyperdrive" he sighed and you nodded in understanding.

But why did it feel so good! Was that what drew you to his room, the idea that he could simulate what was outside in your bones and trail electricity up your spine, growling in your ear like a thunderstorm up close. "I-it's okay it was just hot" in both senses of the word. "Okay I'll try not to do it again" he muttered turning back to the screen to see bakugo trying to get out of a ravine "HOW DID YOU EVEN GET DOWN THERE" "I FELL OBVIOUSLY!"

You had gradually been trying to relieve some tension by rubbing your slick covered thighs together, gripping the hem of your skirt until your knuckles were ivory. "Kaminari I think I should go now" you muttered hoping to take care of the problem yourself. "Aw please stay just a little longer (y/n) please!" he begged, adding puppy dog eyes for effect. You weren't sure if they would work in any other situation but right now the magnetism of his eyes staring deep into yours and bakugo glancing up at your reflection in the tv made you stay seated.

The thunder cracked again and you moaned lightly drawing both the boys eyes to you quickly bakugo's hands lit up in surprise charring the white controller black and tiny strikes of electricity bounced off of his arm onto you making you moan again. "What the fuck was that" bakugo grunted turning his head towards you fully "are you feeling okay (y/n)" kaminari asked reaching the back of his hand out to feel your forehead. "NO DON'T!" you exclaimed, scrambling backwards, your legs falling apart slightly to reveal your glistening pussy and the wet spot developing on your lined skirt.

"A-AH SORRY I D-DIDN'T KNOW" he jumped turning away with a bright red face "no i-it's fine! I should have just left when I noticed bakugo was here but you asked me to stay and then I thought the feeling would just go away but it didn't and you kept shocking me and the thunder and the temperature and- and- and" bakugo flushed seeing the reflection on the tv screen ignoring the skeleton shooting arrows into him from afar. "And you didn't want him to touch you because he'd electrocute you and what? It turns you on?" he theorised and you nodded with embarrassment, crossing your legs to hide your exposed cunt from the blushing boys.

"I dunno what it is about this weather but it always just makes me feel, well you know and I dunno why I thought to come to kaminari's room of all places I guess I thought we could..." you stopped remembering the other presence in the room who was just looking between the two of you in bewilderment "it doesn't matter I'll just go I can take care of, uh, it by myself!" you jumped up but your arm was caught by kaminari and your ankle by bakugo who gave each other a devious smirk and pulled you onto the bed. Your head in kaminari's lap with his arms draped over you and bakugo moved up to the bed hovering over you "w-wait. Your not considering what I think you are are you!?" you exclaim wriggling under him but you were immediately restrained by kaminari squeezing you tighter. "Unless you have a problem sharing. It's pretty hot when you moan like that I wonder if we can make you do it again?" bakugo growled lowly in your ear and you bit your lip staring up into his ruby eye's demanding a yes or no. "okay."

you swallowed thickly and the boys set their hungry hands to work, stripping you of your fitted skirt and half-open shirt. Kaminari slipped out from under you leaning over you from the side to press his lips into yours, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip to gain entry to your mouth, there was no need for a battle of dominance and kaminari won you over with ease, exploring your mouth with his tongue suppressing all your little moans. Bakugo trailed his lips down your neck and you breathed in the addictive burnt caramel wrapping your hands around kaminari's neck and moving your lips in sync with his as bakugo worked to find your sweet spot.

His palms were burning against your hips and tiny sparks of delight flew off of kaminari leaving minuscule lightning strikes along your flushed skin and you twitched with every spark of heat from bakugo and kaminari's hands lighting up your skin a bright red. Microscopic pops emitted from bakugo's hands and you moaned again into kaminari's mouth who was gradually finding it harder to keep the slow pace, he swung one leg over your thigh grinding his hard length into your thigh and you muttered a string of pleases. "aw I think she's getting desperate" he teased pulling his lips off of you, a string of saliva connecting you and then snapping "I think we should teach her some patience" bakugo muttered against your neck, the words sent straight to your core and you bucked your hips into nothing. "Please! One of you just fuck me please I need it!" you cried.

Bakugo latched his lips onto your neck ignoring your request, choosing to make a dark purple mark instead. Kaminari moved his head between your legs pumping his cock at the same time and flicked his tongue over your clit "oh she's sweet! Your delicious (y/n) I could eat you out all night long" Kaminari teased, licking a broad stroke up your soaked entrance making you gasp followed by a pornstar moan. "Fuck (y/n) I think we need to shut that pretty mouth of yours" the ash-blonde moved to stand in front of you and you were quickly switched positions so that you were on your hands and knee's kaminari underneath you ravishing you like a starved man and bakugo stood in front of you holding his length in his hand. You gripped his thighs pulling him closer and grabbed his shaft gasping when you felt cold steel bearings on the underside of his cock.

You traced your finger up counting 7 metal balls and giggled to yourself at the hums of satisfaction he made "when did you get that done?" you ask rubbing your hand up his length making sure to drag your thumb across every piercing "My birthday" he grunted and you parted your lips taking him down to the first piercing just below his head, swirling your tongue around his flushed tip and pumping his cock with your hand. You moaned lightly as kaminari licked along your slit grazing his teeth against your clit, his hands resting nicely on your ass sending tiny shocks through your thighs and you held it within yourself not to collapse on top of him, not that you thought he would have minded. You looked at bakugo through your eyelashes putting more of him in your mouth, down to the third piercing and started to bob your head up and down his cock dragging your tongue over his piercings.

Bakugo cursed under his breath grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushed you further down his cock to the 5th piercing moaning lightly as your wet muscle continued to please him, rolling your tongue around his cock, saliva getting caught on the cold metal in your mouth and your hands worked vigorously with what you had yet to reach. He looked down and you gave him a seductive look, taking his cock down to the seventh piercing, your nose flush to his toned stomach and you held your position. "Jesus Christ" he strained not to thrust into your throat as little moans from kaminari gorging on you drowned him in desire. The bulge in your throat from his cock just sitting there set off mini-nukes in his hands, the heat freckling your face but nothing that would harm you more than you already had been.

Kaminari worked away under you, fisting his cock and darting his tongue in and out of your pussy dripping with nectar flicking his tongue over your clit and licking up your slit collecting the juices on the tip of his tongue. Your thighs jolted with the higher voltage shock almost crushing his head and you lurched forward gagging on on Bakugo's thick cock consuming both the boys with lust. You pulled off of bakugo and hummed in satisfaction "your pretty with a Jacob's ladder bakugo" you say with a lilt to your voice that drew him to you like an incantation danced on your lips. "Fuck. fine you've been patient" bakugo said and kaminari slipped out from under you making you whine at the loss of contact and slipped your hand between your legs pleasuring yourself while the boys argued over who was going first.

You groaned growing impatient and sprawled out on the bed "just share" you said impatiently and the boys turned to look at you. You spread your legs and bakugo was the first to dive in, pulling your knees up and gripping the back of your calves. "You want this right?" "Yes bakugo I do I want this please just put it in!" you pleaded, rolling your head back and looking up at kaminari who was standing beside you jerking himself off. "You could have just asked for help kami" you replaced his hand with yours stroking him up and down slowly and looked up at him with a soft smile which was quickly adjusted into a face of pleasure as bakugo buried his length inside of you. "A-ah oh my god you're so big" you cried, the burning stretch and heat of his hands making you flush.

You resumed working your hand up kaminari's shaft stopping occasionally to suffocate in the thrill, throwing your head back against the pillow. The steel piercings dragged along your walls and his hands burned into your side, searing heat popping against your hips as he thrust deliriously from the high of being inside your warmth. You moaned softly speeding up your hand around kaminari who was groaning lightly admiring your blissful face blooming red, a thin layer of sweat made you glow in the light. The thunder continued to growl outside and with every crack of lightning splitting the sky kaminari surged electricity that ran through your bones and the warmth made you whimper gripping the bedsheets and stopping your hand around kaminari to steep in the pleasure.

Bakugo's hands travelled up, explosive red marks blemishing your skin and he rested them on the swell of your chest groping softly while maintaining his volatile explosions to a nonfatal level, his hips continuously slammed into yours not faltering once and you bucked your hips into his desperately. The added stimulation of his piercings brought you closer to the edge than you thought it had. another fork of lightning struck the ground outside and your stomach tightened followed shortly by a carnal moan and kaminari slapped his hand over your mouth cursing. Your moans were absorbed by kaminaris hand and he hushed you, pulling his hand off and leaning down to collide his lips with yours.

"You have to be quiet (y/n) or people are gonna know what we're doing" kaminari muttered against you biting your lip and sparks danced on your tongue. The air was hot and thick and your head fell back against the pillow. Bakugo's thrusts became inhuman pistoning his hips into you like he was addicted to you, the bearings scratched along your inside and tumultuous moans fell out of your mouth, bakugo and kaminari grunting excessively and probably too loud to hide what you were doing.

"B-bakugo fuck i'm gonna cum" you moan greedily gulping down breaths as his pace became stuttered and his hot hands left burning palm marks on your stomach and sides. Your eyes rolled back and your breathing was ragged, you had fully stopped moving your hand for kaminari and the tiny shocks followed by a wave of electricity when the lightning struck attacked you sending pleasure to your core. Bakugo's grunting was imitated by the thunder outside and you gripped his shoulders letting out a loud moan as the tightness in your stomach abruptly dissipated and your orgasm crashed over you leaving you high, the rush of adrenaline had your heart pounding and your lungs burned from desperately trying to regain your breath. He pulled out and came on your stomach and rested for a minute before hopping off you and collapsing onto the floor before he had the chance to pull his boxers up.

Kaminari smirked at you and you gave him a tired grin holding up a finger halting him from continuing for the next few seconds while you collected your thoughts and breath. You gave him a nod of approval and he climbed between your legs letting them fall flat against the bed instead of holding them resulting in blazing thighs like bakugo had. Kaminari looked at you gently, putting his hands on your hips and tiny shockwaves of electric lust coursed through you making you moan softly and your eye's squeeze close, brows knit together at the hot pleasure. "Are you okay, can I start?" he asked brushing the hair plastered to your forehead behind your ears "uhu" you answered simply and he nodded slowly pushing his length inside of you.

He wasn't as big as bakugo (still large though) and he didn't have a Jacob's ladder that dragged along your walls sending you into a frenzy. But he more than made up for it with the gentleness he possessed and the thickness of his cock. He stretched more than bakugo and you gasped, pinprick tears collecting on your eyelashes. He peppered small kisses along your cheeks and nose and whispered sweet nothings until you were confident he could move which didn't take long. He thrust slowly and kissed you softly, robbing you of your breath. The static flooding from his hands crackled and left reddening bolts along your hips and arms and every kiss made your heart jump from the shock twirling on your tongue and into your bloodstream.

"You're so pretty (y/n), you're taking me so well you're so tight too" he praised fishing a string of soft moans from your throat with every slow thrust. If kaminari wanted he would have fucked the soul out of you but you had already been fucked to oblivion so kaminari decided to give you some soft treatment. Bakugo was on the floor pumping his already hard again cock with his head reeled back listening to the seductive sounds the two of you were making. "kaminari~ " you sang gripping the bedsheets and jolting upwards when the lighting struck and the shock rattled your skull. He sped up his thrusts slightly and you whimpered, rocking against his hips and your orgasm quickly built up again, your whines becoming faster and louder as your climax dangled on a thread in front of you just out of reach. "Fuck kami please go faster!" you begged and he groaned softly picking up the pace.

Almost instantly did your back arch and your eyelids drooped and your legs convulsed, mouths falling open in a silent scream. "Fuck you look gorgeous" kaminari muttered thrusting a few more times until pulling out and cumming on your stomach like bakugo and crawled over you softly kissing your lips and sitting on the floor pulling his jeans up and your fucked out form heaved on the bed. Entire form covered in red burns and lightning marks, your face was flushed and you clung to the bedsheets with the sweat.

"Are you okay (y/n)?" kaminari asked first, energetic as always and sat on the bed pulling your head into his lap. Bakugo finished himself off and stayed on the floor "just wanna bath and sleep" you mumbled and kaminari nodded carrying you to his bath and running the water.

Bonus content

It was hard to ignore the intense limp you carried yourself with and the huge varying marks covering your body, and with what the class had heard the night before it wasn't hard to guess who the culprit was but none dared say anything. Except of course mina who asked an abundance of questions you answered giddily without hesitation while getting changed for training.

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