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𓂅 fucking needy step-sister!jackie late at night
tags no pronouns, cheating, fingering, vibrator use.
it was 2 in the morning, and you tiptoed down the hallway, taking care not to wake anyone else in the house. the faint sound of snoring echoed through the walls, indicating that your parents were fast asleep. you reached jackie’s room and opened the door slowly, finding her lying on her bed, her back facing you.
as quietly as you could be, you swiftly slid under her covers, settling comfortably close to her and hugging her tightly by the waist, pulling her flush against you.
jackie jolted awake when you slipped into bed behind her, a soft gasp escaping her lips as you started to slowly kiss her jawline. her hands gripped the sheets tightly as the warmth of your body pressed against her. “i missed you so much today,” she breathed, trying to contain her excitement.
"i missed you too, jax," you whispered, pulling her impossibly closer to you as your lips started to kiss the soft skin on her neck.
she squirmed under your embrace, attempting to slide your hand between her legs. you could feel how wet she was through her shorts.
"please?" jackie whined, her hands grasping at your wrists, tugging gently. "i've been thinking about this all day..."
you sighed softly, unable to resist the desperation in her voice. slowly, you slipped your hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, feeling the heat radiating from her core. your fingers brushed gently against her damp folds, making her moan. her hips bucked wildly into your touch, seeking more pressure. with each brush of your fingers, her breath hitched, and her nails dug deeper into your arms.
"please– harder," she begged, her voice shaking. you followed her request, pressing slightly firmer against her swollen folds. the smell of her arousal consumed the small space between you both, mixing with the scent of her shampoo and perfume.
her breathing became ragged, sweat forming on her forehead. she was trembling, every inch of her begging for relief. you leaned over her, whispering into her ear, "does jeff make you feel this good?"
jackie's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing red at the mention of his name. she quickly denied it, shaking her head vehemently. "no, no, he doesn't. no one makes me feel this way except you," she whispered hoarsely, arching into your touch. "it's just always so rushed, he always wants to do it his way, never takes time for what i want or need," she admitted with a deep sigh.
your thumb brushed against her clit, eliciting a sharp whine from her. her head threw back against the pillow, and a soft cry escaped her lips. you smirked, knowing you had full control over her pleasure then.
"tell me what feels good," you insisted, your warm breath against her ear as your finger circled her sensitive spot.
"mmh… inside," she panted, grinding herself against your hand. "put your fingers inside me," she pleaded, begging for the release she desperately craved.
slowly, you inserted a finger into her wet entrance, coating it in her slickness. she groaned softly, shivering under your light thrusts. you added another finger, feeling how she stretched around them, slightly wider than before. her nails raked down your forearm, digging into your skin to keep herself grounded in reality.
"is that better, baby?" you asked, leaning down to kiss her temple.
"yes, yes, keep going," she insisted. you complied, increasing your pace to match her urgency. she rocked her hips, meeting your thrusts with her own movements. soon enough, you felt her muscles tightening around your fingers, her breath hitching as she reached her climax. her words turned into gibberish, a mix of your names and nonsensical phrases causing your heart to race.
as jackie caught her breath, you reached over to the nightstand where her vibrator was discreetly stashed inside her first cabinet. picking it up, you turned it on and handed it to her. recognition flickered in her eyes, her hand trembling as she accepted it from you.
"use it, show me how you like it," you instructed, observing as her eyes widened in anticipation. she hesitated for a moment, shooting a nervous glance in your direction.
"do it," you urged, your tone firm.
reluctantly, she positioned herself on her back as you removed the covers from her body, ensuring they didn't obstruct your view. slowly, she began teasing her entrance with the toy before smoothly sliding it inside her.
she closed her eyes, her brows furrowing as you sensually massaged her lower abdomen with your wet fingers. "fuck, you have no idea how much i needed this," she mumbled, biting her lower lip. her thighs quivered, her entire body shaking as she chased another orgasm.
with a sly smirk, you sat up and took the vibrator away from her grasp. she weakly protested, but you disregarded her pleas. turning on the vibrator, you inserted it back into her pussy, positioning it precisely where she needed it most. you watched as her eyes rolled back, her body arching involuntarily. her nails lightly scratched at the sheets as you adjusted the settings, intensifying the sensation.
"oh, god..." jackie breathed, her voice laced with surprise and pleasure. she attempted to grab your wrist, but you skillfully evaded her grasp, controlling the pace at your own discretion. with each adjustment, she edged closer to another mind-blowing orgasm, while your thumb skillfully flicked over her now swollen clit.
"don’t stop! don’t stop," she begged, her legs trembling.
"shhh, be quiet. we don’t want our parents to wake up, do we?" you whispered against her lips as you continued to tease her, orchestrating her pleasure until she became a writhing mess beneath you. her breathing quickened, each gasp punctuating the silence of the room.
"come for me," you ordered, turning it up one final notch. she cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm washed over her once more. this time, her eyes were open, locked onto yours as she rode the waves of ecstasy.
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I love your writing!! Can I request some Simon Feck x reader? Maybe they’re on an assignment together so they share a sleeper room on the train he was on in the movie, and oh nooo he starts crushing on the reader.. and then…… things happen… but he’s sooooo awkward and shy so he’s just a stuttering mess for most of it >:))
Together Again | Simon Feck x fem!Reader
Simon Feck x fem!Reader
Word Count | 1,412
Author's Note | ummmm, so, OOPS, sorry anon, if this delineates from your fluffy confession fantasy...but I went kind of feral with this concept and it turned into a BEAST.
Warnings | smut (MDNI), masturbation, handjobs (male and female receiving), nothing else I can think of!
Simon recreates your face smiling up at him with his perfect mind. He catches the way your teeth part slightly as you try to speak, the slow blink as you process his words. He can pretend that he'd just told you how he felt. Against his better judgment, he pulls himself out of his sweatpants and tugs softly on his semi-hard cock.
The gentle hum of the train lulls him into a slow rhythm. Lying in bed and circling the image around his head, he tries not to think about how you’re asleep in the bunk just above him. The sleeper cabin is small, yes, but large enough that he can put up a wall between imaginary you and the real you.
You'd kiss him. Wait. No. You'd grab his collar and pull him down. Your hand would caress his cheek. You'd stare into his eyes lovingly. And then you'd kiss him. And it would be perfect. He'd kiss you back like he'd done it more than the one time he'd been kissed during his university days. And you'd moan. You'd tell him he's such a good kisser.
You hear Simon groan below you.
"Simon?"
Then there’s a strangled gasp.
Since it's your job to protect him, you jump at the sound, immediately shifting to hang your head down from the top bunk. But as soon as he's in your sight, you realize pretty quickly he's not in any sort of danger. For a few seconds you watch him stroke his pink cock. Watch him bite on his bottom lip, eyes scrunched closed, and brows lowered to focus on the torturous pace he's putting himself through.
"Uh, Simon?"
Finally, his eyes shoot open. Hyperventilating within seconds, he's the weirdo. The touch starved freak that gets taunted when a simple make out in college made him nearly cream his jeans.
He rushes to cover himself and sputters out, "I'm so sorry. I had--"
"What were you thinking about?"
He can't tell you what was running through his wishful imagination.
"Were you thinking about me?" you question with sincerity. "I-it's okay if you were. You could've just...told me."
Frozen in place, Simon can't even fathom what you just said to him. He doesn't even have the time to begin to process it before you're climbing down the little ladder and sitting at the foot of his bed between his legs.
You poke his leg, "Talk to me. Please." Your shining eyes pierce through him in the dark.
He mutters, "I was thinking about you."
"Yeah? What was I doing?"
"Uhhh, kissing me."
You giggle once, "That's it?"
Simon nods swiftly, hoping that gives him an extra point for not being as gross as he could've been.
But you crawl up the length of him, lips only a few inches from his own as you whisper, "I could make that a reality."
"Please," he begs. You kiss him softer than that girl in college had kissed him. And your hand goes to clutch his chin, tilting his head so the kiss deepens. He doesn't remember how to do this in the slightest. So he closes his eyes and tries to regulate his breathing. When your tongue brushes against his bottom lip, he opens his mouth immediately, letting your warm tongue explore his mouth.
His erection quickly returns with the way the sheets brush over him and you feel it press against your stomach.
Pulling away, you breathe out, "Can I touch you?"
Simon squeaks out, "Sure, whatever you want."
You grin and lean back so you can pull the sheet away. The sight makes you burn up inside. The sweet, pink cock you'd seen from before, weeping from the tip and partially pinned down by his sweatpants. You want to take it in your fingers and softly pull at him the way he'd done to himself until you get a thrilling idea.
"Simon, honey, do you want to touch me?"
For once, his mind is blank. Malfunctioning. Overheating and practically melting out his ears. But as soon as he regains some composure he says, "Yeah...y-you'll have to tell me what to do..."
You take his hand--the one still sticky from his own pre-cum-- and dip it beneath the elastic waistband of your pajama shorts, down over your heated mound. "Is this your first time touching a girl down here?" That earns you another sheepish nod from him.
"Oh, sweet boy." you coo, "You can go slow. I'll go slow too. Just follow my directions and you'll be golden."
Simon likes the sound of that. He's always been much better at learning with his own hands anyways.
With that, you grab him. Starting at the base, you tighten your grip more than he had; watch him hiss as you begin your sluggish pace. He's not going to last long. So if you're going to get any teaching done, you'll have to be fast.
You blurt out the basics, "Now, I just want you to get your fingers wet. You'll want to run them between my lips."
Simon does what he's told, gathering the growing slick with two fingers. He's too afraid to plunge any more than that beyond your folds.
You shift, clenching around absolutely nothing when his hesitant finger brushes across your skin. "Right at the top, you're gonna find a little bud; that's my clit. If you want to make me cum, you're gonna want to rub circles over it. Can you do that?"
Swallowing hard, Simon nods and says, "Y-yes, ma'am."
His fingers search, landing right over the gnarled bunch of nerves that you had to be talking about. Waiting for him to pluck up the courage to make some sort of progress, you tug particularly roughly before stopping entirely. Simon whines and gazes at you, looking for an explanation for your cruelty.
You press a chaste kiss to his quivering lips. "Can't have you losing focus now, can we? You've hardly touched me."
Chasing the high of your hold, Simon pushes onward. He messily circles three fingers around the nub. You yelp from the sudden burn of overwhelming pleasure, laying your hand on the fabric of your shorts over his.
“No, no no no. Simon, baby, go a bit slower. Gently build it up.” you instruct him.
Like the dutiful man he is, he continues, controlling the motion. You resume your steady pace, practically suffocating his slick cock under the weight of the euphoria in his belly. It’s too much but not enough all at once.
As the seconds pass, Simon comes to perfect his ministrations. Like everything else he’s worked on, he can’t help but want to know how it ticks. How this little bead of flesh can hold the burden of your climax. How it’s even possible for you and him to inspire this much elation in each other, pressed together like this.
His mind wanders as you begin to gasp. If he can do this with just his fingertips, he couldn’t begin to understand what kind of explosion would come from his cock sliding in and out of you. Closing his eyes, he does a little extra work to picture your hand being made of the slick heat under his hand. He imagines your walls milking him for all he’s worth, making him cry out.
He’s getting closer and closer, edging towards the edge of a dark pit. Peeking over side, he stares into the void; wants to feel its comforting embrace as you push him in. He’s never been able to bring himself to a peak this intense, this drawn out as he teeters back and forth. But your ever changing hand and the sound of you coming undone for him is enough. More than enough to last him a lifetime of daydreaming material.
Then he cums; thick ropes of milky fluid spilling over his belly. As you follow after him, he says something truly deadly.
“Oh, I love you so much.”
The sentence melts you completely. It makes your head swirl with thoughts of your sweet, nervous Simon, gazing at you like you’re the most fascinating piece of tech he’s ever seen as you climax. The likelihood of your feelings meaning anything to the CIA in the grand scheme of things is unlikely. They’d never allow this conflict of interest to fly. But you don’t care.
Love is a bit strong, but you kiss him through the final wave and murmur against his lips, “Good.”
#paul dano#danonation#danocel#knight and day#simon feck#simon feck x reader#simon feck x you#simon feck x y/n#simon feck smut#simon feck fluff#˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚
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Paris
18+, minors DNI
Tags: Dream x GN!Reader x Sapnap, Top!Dream, Top!Sapnap, Btm!Reader, 3k Words, Double Penetration, Fingering, Degradation, Praise, Daddy Kink (sorta), Competition, inspired by Sapnap’s latest alt stream where they went back and forth between who could last the longest.
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Dream and Sapnap had to make everything into a competition. Who could clean faster, who could cook better, who loved Patches more, everything. Now their latest bout of competition has fallen upon your shoulders, and you have to help them figure out who wins this time.
Living with Sapnap and Dream had it’s ups and downs. Grade A wagyu beef, unlimited cuddles, and living with you best friends were the ups. Your roommates’ constant arguments and competitions were the downs. Sometimes they ended well, with you getting to choose who cooked better, or once they cleaned the entire house because they wanted to see who could do a better job, leaving you with no chores to do. However most of the time they just ended in pointless back and forth yelling for a good few hours.
MCC was coming back, and all of you had been separated into separate teams. This only made Sapnap and Dream’s competitiveness worse. Not only were they competing against each other, but all the other streamers as well, and after months of no practice, they were a little rusty on the mini games.
“What kind of psychopath plays Hole in The Wall for an hour and five minutes!?” Dream yelled into his mic as you and Sapnap hopped back onto the platform for another go.
Sapnap had ended his stream awhile ago, but you all decided to keep practicing, allowing you to talk about the things you can’t while on stream.
“I have no idea, but I doubt he’ll last that long in the actual competition,” you said, trying to calm everyone’s nerves.
Dream was about to agree with you, until he got knocked off the platform again. “What the hell!”
Sapnap started laughing at his friend’s struggle, only making him angrier.
“Oh shut the fuck up, Sapnap, I’ve lasted longer than you have every time.”
“You can’t last longer than I can,” Sapnap said, trying to poke the bear.
“Yes I can! Both of you come down so we can reset and we’ll see who can go longer.” Dream said as he stared at you flew off the platform, and Sapnap jumped off.
“Fine, but I we all know I can last longer,” Sapnap said in a way that suggested he was referring to something other than Minecraft. You just rolled your eyes despite having your camera off. However, you would be lying to yourself if you said his suggestive tone didn’t wake up the butterflies in your stomach.
Dream laughed at Sapnap’s words, “Oh yeah? Why don’t we put you to the test then?” he replied in an equally flirtatious manner. A deep blush was starting to form on your face. Being completely honest, you had a major crush on both of your roommates. Dream was tall, strong, and handsome. Sapnap was loyal, cute, and soft. You may have had one too many dreams of the both of them... having their way with you. The contrast between both their personalities sending dream you into a spiral of pleasure.
There were times when you thought for a second that they may have similar feelings for you. Once when you and Sapnap were having a ‘friendly’ cuddle and watching anime. You had both fallen asleep, and you woke up with his hand you your thigh and his very obvious hardon against your ass. You hadn’t know what to do, so you quietly slipped out of his arms despite your heart telling you other wise. As you opened his door, you quietly heard him murmur your name in his sleep.
Dream was more subtle with his emotions. Small touches, glances, and blushes were what cued you into his possible feelings, it was just that you always felt you might have to choose between them both. However choosing one may ruin your friendship with the other, and you valued that more than any relationship. So you vowed to just keep quiet and let your hand fill in for them.
“HELLOOO?!” Sapnap’s yelling had brought you out of your thoughts. “You still there?”
“Y-yeah, sorry. I was just lost in thought,” you replied, jumping onto the platform to continue your practice.
“Well, Dream and I want you to help us settle our debate.”
“About who can last longer in Hole in The Wall? Why not just play and see?”
Dream laughed, “No idiot, who can last longer.” There was that flirtatious tone again. Sapnap was laughing slightly.
You were at a loss, do you play it safe and act innocent, or do you play up their banter. There was almost a 0% chance this ended in a threesome. Almost zero, but not quite.
“Oh gosh,” you said in a breathless tone, “I’m not sure? I think I might need to know what you guys can do.” There, not asking to get fucked, just asking what they would do to you should you get fucked. Now the worse that could happen is you have more inspiration for your late night alone time.
Dream let out a small laugh, “Do you really want to know?”
“Well of course, I have no idea good you both are, so in order to give an informed decision I need to know all the dirty details.” This felt like the start up to a bad porn film, but at this point you’ll say anything to be sandwiched in-between the two.
“Hmm, that does make sense... However, I have noticed you’re more of a visual learner. Why don’t we just come over there and show you what we can do,” Dream said, logging off the MCC server.
Sapnap laughed, “Ooo~, then we can know for sure who can last the longest.”
“Get over here then,” you encouraged, “At this pace it seems like I’m gonna last the longest.” You definitely were not.
Neither Sapnap nor Dream took the time to disconnect from the Discord call. You heard their steps bounding up the stairs and down the hall to your room. Sapnap was the first to barge into your room.
“There.” He demanded, pointing to your bed. You were quick to follow his orders, pinching your arm slightly on the way there to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
Dream came into the room as you lied down, coming over and setting a box of condoms and a bottle of lube on your nightstand. He stood over you and just stared down. You tried to avert your eyes, which fell onto Sapnap, his dick showing through his sweats.
“So Sap, how do you want to go about this.” Dream asked, taking his eyes off you to look at Sapnap, who didn’t take his eyes off you.
“We could each take a side? I want their mouth...” He said with a small smile on his lips.
“Fine with me,” Dream replied with a shrug. He flipped you over onto your stomach and gave a solid smack to your ass. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
“Never been more sure of anything,” you replied. It was the truth, you wanted this more than you have every wanted anything else. Doesn’t mean you weren’t nervous as hell. You’d never had a threesome before, and doing so with your roommates that you had a major crush on was nerve racking.
Sapnap stood in front of you and lifted your head up with his hand. He gave you a small kiss on the lips, before pulling away and throwing a condom at Dream. “We need to start at the same time so it’s fair.” Sapnap took his shirt off as Dream helped pull yours over your shoulders.
“Of course, we need to make sure they’re prepped first though. However that might make it a little unfair to them...” Dream said as he continued to undress you.
“We can just add a couple minutes onto their time.” Both you and Sapnap were down to just your underwear, while Dream was still fully clothed. Sapnap crawled onto the bed and sat on his heels in front of your face. He reached down and kissed you again, however this time it was much more than a small peck.
Dream just sat back and watched as you and Sapnap made out, your ass in full display for him as you held yourself up on all fours. Your small moans went straight to his dick, and it didn’t take long before he started to palm himself through his shorts.
He let out a small moan that caused Sapnap to open his eyes and look over at his best friend. He managed to smirk at him with your tongue still in his mouth, and his cocky attitude broke Dream out of his trance. He was supposed to make this last, not get himself off. He quickly pulled his shirt and shorts off before pulling your underwear down and giving another smack to your ass.
“Sapnap, hand me the lube,” Sapnap huffed at Dream’s request, having to break away from you, a small line of saliva connecting your lips for a moment before breaking apart. He threw the lube at Dream and went right back to your lips.
Dream opened the lube and applied a generous amount to his fingers. He slowly circled one around your entrance, the cold lube sending a shiver down your back. He suddenly thrust his finger into you, causing you to let out a loud moan against Sapnap’s lips. Dream’s finger worked you open while trying to hit all the right spots, and when he found it he added a second finger before ramming into it over and over again.
Sapnap pulled away from you, causing your face to fall into the mattress. He quickly took his boxers off before slowly stroking his dick, watching you get finger fucked by his best friend. At this point he had three fingers inside of you, and it made you wonder how big his dick was that he needed this much prep.
“You think you can take it now?” He asked while slowly scissoring his fingers inside of you. All you could do was nod weakly.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and took off his own underwear, dick twitching at the cool air. You looked up at Sapnap when he let out a small “Damn” at the sight of his best friends dick, Sapnap was about average in length but thick. You turned your head over your shoulder and saw Dream’s as he rolled the condom on. He was about the same thickness as Sapnap, but a good six to seven inches in length, and you now knew why he took so much time to prep you.
“Okay we go in at the same time,” Dream lightly patted your ass, “You ready?” He asked.
You nodded, and looked up at Sapnap before opening your mouth for him. He grabbed your face and Dream grabbed your hips, both steadying their dicks at your entrances. They looked up at one another, nodding, and slowly pushed in. Sapnap stopped at just the tip, letting out a high pitched whine. Dream on the other hand pushed all the way in, stopping to let out small pants once he bottomed out. He gave you a second to adjust, before slamming into you, pushing Sapnap’s dick deeper down you throat.
Dream set a slow but steady pace as you sucked on Sapnap’s dick, the force of Dream’s thrust causing you to bob your head slightly. Sapnap had one hand on his dick, the other gripping your hair has he looked up at the ceiling.
Dream laughed at his friend’s face, “Oh come on now, you could at least look at the slut, taking both of our dicks so well.” He smacked your ass again before thrust into you harder. It caused Sapnap’s dick to go all the way down your throat. He moaned louder than ever as you gagged around him.
“Oh god... So good for me... You’re doing so good baby...” Sapnap said as he pet your hair. The contrast of Dream’s degradation and Sapnap’s praise causing your head to spin.
“Yeah they are good at this, I wonder how many people they let do this to them. What do you think? They probably fuck anyone who looks at them. Oh well, it’s our turn now. I’ll use them up until they can’t walk anymore.” Dream continued to talk, but you barely understood what he was saying.
Your moans were muffled by Sapnap, the vibrations causing his dick to twitch in your mouth. “Oh fuck yes baby, just like that. You take daddy’s dick so well...”
Everyone was snapped out of their trance when Dream’s pace faltered and he began to wheeze, “DADDY?!” He yelled, folding over you, tears falling from his eyes from laughed. You pulled Sapnap out of your mouth as you began to giggle as well.
“W-what? I didn’t say that!” He stammered.
“Yes you did,” you replied, smiling up at them. “Do you really like me that much, daddy?”
“I-I, uhh, I... I mean... Y-yes?” Sapnap’s brain faltered at hearing you call him daddy. He just shook his head and grabbed your face. “Both of you shut up. We’re trying to prove a point with all of this. Hey, is it okay if I just fuck your face.”
You nodded, mouth falling open with a moan as Dream roughly thrust into you once he had caught his breath. He was somehow hitting all the right places with every hard thrust. Sapnap took this opportunity to roughly thrust his own dick down your throat. You gagged a little, causing you to tighten around Dream’s dick. He let out a loud moan, large hands gripping you harder.
This was bad, you were getting close. While you were nowhere near as competitive as Dream and Sapnap, you still wanted to see how long you could last. It wasn’t quite equal, you thought. You were getting pleasure from two places while they where only receiving it from one. Dream fingering you also didn’t help.
Dream snapped you out of your thoughts as he laughed lightly again, “Awww, are you close already? Dumb slut can’t even last long enough for us. How long have you been waiting for us to take you? Do you think I don’t notice you staring at us at dinner, or the way your hands grip your thighs whenever we cuddle you. I’ve even heard you screaming our names when you touch yourself. Such a fucking slut, I bet you wanted me to hear you and come in and do something about it just like I am now.” You were almost crying at how good you were feeling, Dreams strong hands smacking your ass as he continued to call you names.
All of the sudden Dream hit your sweet spot one to many times, and you were coming all over his dick, and moaning around Sapnap’s. “Oh fuck yes, come for me,” Sapnap said, the pain of him gripping your hair fading into the pleasure of your orgasm.
“Heh, that’s one down,” Dream said as his pace slowed down to let you ride out your orgasm. He reached his hand out to Sapnap for a high five, who just rolled his eyes and let him have it.
Sapnap would be lying if he said he wasn’t close. The feeling of you moaning around his cock, and the sight of you taking the both of them was too much for him to handle. He just watched as his dick went in and out of your soft lips, saliva dripping down your chin. It was getting harder and harder for him to care about this dumb competition. Who cared who could last the longest? He had the most amazing person sucking him off, and that’s all he cared about.
Despite his cocky attitude, Dream was just as close as Sapnap. He was the real slut who thought of fucking you every chance he could, but he would never let that one. He watched as your ass jiggled with every strong thrust against his hips. However, he did want to win this competition, yet it was hard to focus on doing math in his head when you were almost screaming around Sapnap’s dick from overstimulation.
Sapnap’s whine just got louder as tears started to run down your face, and just a few more thrust into your throat and he was pulling out to cum all over your face. You opened your mouth to catch some of his cum on your tongue. Sapnap just watched in awe as your tried your best to catchy his cum in your mouth, the rest dripping down your cheeks and off your face. The force of his own orgasm caused him to fall back onto his ass, with your face falling onto his pillowy thighs.
Dream had won, but to him all that meant was he could finally focus on chasing his own release. He reached over to push your head down more into Sapnap’s thighs, cum, drool, and tears mixing on your face and his thigh.
Dream pounded into you, feeling you clench around him as he sped up. “Look at you, covered in cum and you’re still taking my dick. Want more you fucking slut? Want me to come all over your back so you can have more, huh?” Dream said, when you didn’t answer he gripped your hair and pulled you up to have his face against yours. “I asked you a question, whore. Do you want my cum or not?”
A weak “Yes,” was all you could muster before Dream dropped you back down onto Sapnap’s thighs, who just looked on in awe in his own post orgasmic haze. Dream’s pace faltered a bit before he gave a few more rough thrust right into your sweet spot, leading to your second orgasm of the night. It didn’t take long for Dream to pull out, pulling the condom off before stroking himself to cum all over your ass. He threw his head up moaning loudly before collapsing against your back.
You all lied there for a few minutes, catch your breathes as you all finally came down from the events of the night. Dream gently stroked your arms and Sapnap did the same with your back.
The quiet moment was broken when Dream started to laugh, “I win.”
“Oh shut the hell up,” Sapnap said, “I’ll beat you next time, that is if you want a next time.”
Both boys looked down at you expectantly. “Nah, I’ll win for sure.” All three of you laughed slightly before falling back into comfortable silence. The idea of this becoming a regular occurrence sounded quite nice to you all.
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draco malfoy x reader | smut | fluff
"miss y/n, this is getting horrible, you have been failed at my class so many times, your grades isnt doing better, now all i can do is to suggest you by getting a tutor" professor slughorn sighed handing y/n her last test disappointedly.
"im sorry professor, i promise i will try harder and get better" y/n took her paper and going back to her seat.
"im sure you're a great student, you just need some help. uhm- mr. malfoy? do you mind tutoring your classmate here, miss y/n? its only you who is the bestest in my class" the professor asked to one of the best students, the famous draco malfoy, y/n gulped and waiting nervously for his answer. she had this little crush on him since they always had classes together and she's in the same house as him, but they were not exactly 'close'.
"oh i dont mind, professor. its my pleasure" draco answers politely, taking a look at y/n making the girl look down and blush, a smile appeared to his face. little did she know, he has a big crush on the lovely girl who seemed clueless about all the hints he gave her almost everyday.
professor slughorn just nodded and dismissed the class, everyone packed their things and left, y/n look at draco who's already staring at her with a genuine smile plastered in his face, motioning her to follow him. she feels like her heart jumped out of the place, she follows him behind as draco walking them to his room.
as they arrived in draco's room, y/n admires the design, it was elegant and neat. typical rich slytherins room.
"it looks nice" y/n said opening the conversation.
"thanks, put my hardest work to make it look the best. here, take a seat beside me" draco patting the side of his couch, there's a small table in front of the couch.
y/n took a seat beside him, and placing her books to the table, the tension was so awkward that she wished she was a talkative person.
draco started the lesson, y/n learned faster from the way draco explained it than in the class, but she would be lying if she said she hasnt lost her focuses a few times to studying draco's face, he's just so beautiful. she thinks he didnt noticed, but he did, he just keep it to himself.
after hours studying, y/n feels like her head will going to explode in a minute, she decided to take a break.
"god can we take a break, draco? this is so stressing, why cant i just be smart like you, dont get me wrong you're a great tutor but im just too dumb" y/n protested, massaging her head and rubbing her face in frustration.
"oh y/n dont say that! we can take a break of course, but to make you feel better, i promise you, you're doing so great now, you've improved a lot, im so proud of you" draco said cheering her up, his hand goes to tucked her hair behind her ear reassuring her.
y/n look up to draco, giving him a sweet shy smile and her cheeks turns red as draco keeps complimented her, before they know it they were leaning into each other and their lips met, the kisses were soft and lovely, draco cupped her cheeks caressing it gently while y/n wrapped her arms around the back of his neck pulling him closer tugging at his hair deepening the kisses making both of them let out a small moans.
as the kisses turn into a full makeout and got heated, draco lays her down gently on the couch placing soft wet kisses on her neck, sucking on it, marking her causing her to let out a soft moan, he placed one of his hand on her thigh rubbing small circles until his hand got higher, he pulled away.
"do you wanna take this further, love? we can stop now if you dont want to" draco asked and y/n shakes her head no and put his hand back to her inner thigh.
"no draco please keep going i want you, i need this" draco groans and he continues rubbing her clit from her panties feeling the wetness that already make a spot on her panties, soft whines escaped her lips as draco keep teasing her clit, he pushes her panties aside and insert one finger inside her making y/n let out a constant squeal and she covered her mouth quickly, her eyes rolled back at the pleasure.
y/n's moans were muffled by her hand, draco cant help but getting harder by looking at her expression, he still cant believe he finally got the girl he always adored like this, he added another fingers into her cunt, curling them inside her making the girl squirmed under his touch.
"dont cover your mouth, let me hear your beautiful voice, show me how good i make you feel, love" draco said as he takes her hand off of her mouth and intertwining their hands instead with his free hand while his fingers still working their way in and out of her tight hole getting faster each time, he stares at her in awe, how gorgeous she looks right now, mouth hung open, eyes rolled back in pleasure and all because of him, he feels butterflies filling his stomach.
"yes- yes draco, oh god.. you make me feel so good" draco go down to her pussy, pulling off her panties, putting her thighs on his shoulder and positioning his face in front of her glistening cunt and started to eat her out making y/n a moaning mess, he let out a moan too at the taste of her, getting addicted to it, he can even eat her out for all day if she let him.
"do you like the way my tongue plays with your pretty pussy, love? mhmm you taste so fucking delicious baby" draco keeps sucking on her clit, its like he was making out with it, his tongue going in and out of her hole his fingers going with the same pace as his tongue.
"ah- yes draco i love it, oh- please im so close" y/n keep moaning uncontrollably while her hand grasping tightly onto his hair.
"yes baby, let it out, cum on my tongue, let me taste you, darling" draco wants nothing more than to pleasure her right now, making this moment unforgettable for both of them, and within seconds y/n screams his name and cumming hard on his mouth, laying breathlessly still steadying her breath after her intense orgasm.
draco pulled away and y/n blushing madly looking at his face, his mouth covered in her juices, he smiles proudly at her, sucking his fingers clean, and hovered over her, reconnecting their lips, y/n hummed at the taste of herself on his tongue. draco started to unbuttoned her shirt, taking her bra off too and throw them to somewhere, he hungrily kissing her breasts, playing with her nipples causing y/n to get wetter while her hands working on his belt and taking his pants off, his erected dick slapped up to his lower stomach, she took it in her tiny hand and stroking it massaging the tip, making him groans.
"god.. you're so beautiful y/n.." y/n mumbles a quick 'thankyou' at the compliment getting impatient, wanting nothing more than to be taken by the blonde guy.
"draco, please, i need you so bad" she cant take it anymore, she wanted to feel him, wrapping him inside her tightly, she whimpers at the feel of his hard dick rested on her thigh.
"your wish is my command, princess" draco lining up his dick on her cunt, rubbing his tip up and down on her clit lubricate it before slowly pushing in, they both moaning each other names out loud at the sensation, both of their heads thrown back and eyes screwed shut in pleasure, y/n wrapped her legs on his waist pulling him deeper, draco paused a moment as he was fully inside her, letting her adjust to his size.
"you can move draco, god you're so big" y/n dug her nails onto his back as he slowly made a move, pulling out until its just his tip inside and slamming it back again, making y/n bites her bottom lip.
draco started to pick up his pace, pushing her legs to her chest making more access as he continues to thrust in and out deeper and faster inside her, he put his hands next to the side of her face to support his weight, y/n runs her hands on his chest, scratching it, her breasts bouncing up and down under him.
"merlin, you're so tight baby feels so good, fuck- how can someone feels this good-" draco said as he kissed her lips, his lips trembling against hers, he bites softly on her bottom lip to hold his scream as he feels her walls clenching around him, squeezing him tighter.
"oh my god- draco, right there, holy-" y/n cant even finishes her words as she screams louder when draco keeps hitting her spot, going deeper and faster each time, bringing her to her high.
"baby, are you close?" y/n nodded at his question, cant even answer him as she was too focused as the coil started to tighten in her stomach.
"good baby, cause i cant hold it much longer, now cum love, cum for me" draco rubbed a circle on her clit, his thrusts getting sloppier, y/n screamed his name out loud seeing the stars as she finally hit her orgasm, harder than the first one and draco cant help at the feeling of her walls clenching really hard around him after her high, he spilled his thick cum inside her, painting her walls white non stop, making both of them groans, his vision going blurry, he collapsed on top of y/n, burying his face on her hair, running out of breath, their bodies started to shake.
"fuck y/n that was amazing, you are too good for me, love" draco kiss her lips again as he finished, he pulls out gently, but before he can stand up he falls to her side, both of them laughs.
"look at what you did to me, y/n" draco laughed as he slowly standing up to get the towel and clean her up.
"if this is how the tutoring ends, i wouldnt mind doing it again" y/n said, smirking to him confidently as draco helped her up to his bed, giving her a cheeky grin.
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Along for the Ride PT 1
Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader
Summary: A drunken mistake had you marking the little Plus One box to your snobby cousin's wedding. Kirishima told you not to worry, if you couldn't find a date, he'd go with you. When the wedding gets moved up, there's absolutely no time to find a date and you're now about to be traveling to America with Kirishima on a private jet no less, dreading having him meet your rude and impossibly arrogant family.
Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort.
Warnings: Kinda smutty for a minute. Minors DNI. Drunken Sex. TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues
A/N: This story has been rolling around in my head for a while now. I might rewrite this and repost. Or I might just post the whole thing soon. I dunno yet. It does get smuttier.
Word Count: 4,974
"What's up with Y/N?"
Eijiro stepped out of the locker room with a towel slung over his shoulder and made his way into the kitchenette where Mina was chugging a bottle of water before getting back to her patrol. His eyes were trained on their mutual friend out on the patio, pacing.
You had your phone pressed to your ear, the high neck of your hero costume unzipped to your collarbone and he noticed your gloves discarded on a chair.
"No clue." Mina shrugged. "She got back from patrol and she noticed a bunch of missed calls from her mom. She's been out there, flailing on the phone for the last fifteen minutes now."
The three of you had met in your second year at UA when you transferred into their class and were quickly accepted by their little squad of friends. You were a bit quiet at first but quickly found comfort in the group. Eijiro had grown especially close to you when you both interned with Fat Gum.
Late nights traveling on the train back to school, a few close calls while helping patrol, and days spent playing cards while you both healed up in the hospital left plenty of time for Eijiro to get to know you better than most. It was how he knew you had a pretty bad relationship with your family, why you hated returning home for the holidays almost as much as you hated any and all forms of tomatoes.
He considered going out there just to see if there was anything he could do but before he had the chance, you were sliding the glass door open. "Oh, good, you're back." He offered you a bottle of water for your throat that he assumed was sore after that argument. "I- um- can I borrow you for a second? Alone?"
Mina snorted a laugh. "If you guys wanna bang it out on the counter you can just say so. I gotta go to work anyways."
Eijiro threw the towel at her as she left the room leaving you two alone. "What's goin' on?"
You hoisted yourself up on the countertop while he leaned against the fridge. "You remember my cousin's wedding that's happening this winter?"
He nodded. He vividly remembered the both of you getting waste a few weeks ago when you were filling out the RSVP and accidentally marking 'plus one'. Then you ran around trying to find White Out but he'd told you if you didn't find a date or have a significant other by the time of the wedding, he'd just go with you.
You argued that your family was bat shit crazy, had more money than they could spend in their lifetime and because of that, they were among some of the rudest people you knew, and you didn't want Eijiro or anyone else around that.
The thing was, Eijiro already knew that and was still okay with going. He came from money too. A lot of it. His family was just more welcoming than yours, the wealth never really going to their heads. But, he reminded you that he'd ran into enough people like those in your family that he knew how to handle them. You finally agreed to let him accompany you, leaving the plus one box checked but the name line blank.
"Well, my cousin just found out that surprise, she's pregnant! And, obviously, she can't have a wedding while seven months along so they've decided to move the wedding up to this weekend."
He nearly choked on his own spit. "This weekend? As in four days from now?"
"Yup! Saturday at 4 in the evening. Oh! No one's supposed to know she's pregnant either. So, I'm just supposed to compliment her on how flattering her dress looks, how thin she is," Your hands strangled the water bottle between them, "And I have to find something flattering to my figure because my mother has seen me in my hero outfit and she's so glad I wear a mask because if anyone knew her daughter ran around looking like I do, well, it'd ruin her!"
You massaged your temples circling back to the actual point, "Anyways, I just wanted to bitch for a sec and let you know you're off the hook since four days is just a little short notice and I told her my plus one wouldn't be able to get the time off that fast."
He pushed off the fridge. "Well, wait, hang on! I'm not letting you go in alone to deal with them! Hell no! You need backup!" You looked almost taken aback by his abruptness, "Yeah. I can work this out. Is the wedding at the same place it was supposed to be or has it moved?"
"No, it's still that fancy lodge in California. I was planning on leaving Friday morning and then coming back either Sunday night or Monday morning since my mother insists I go to their brunch the following day. But, Eijiro, I already have this weekend off..."
"Denki owes me a favor or twelve. He's supposed to be off this weekend too, I'll just see if he can cover me."
"And if he can't?"
"Then..." He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, "Y/N, am I feeling warm to you? I think I might be starting a fever!"
You folded your arms, shaking your head, "Thought you said lying isn't manly."
"Technically, correct. But, what would be real unmanly is for me to let you deal with your family's bullshit all alone." You watched him closely, "To be honest, I'm sure we could just explain you had a family thing come up and asked me to come along for moral support. I don't really think anyone would think twice about it. Hell, you took a few days off to console me when my turtle died suddenly!"
"Eiji, you refused to eat."
"And you brought me my favorite dumplings! Same thing!"
You might have shaken your head at him but your arms opened wide. The telltale sign you wanted affection. He walked forward, consuming you in a tight hug. Your arms latched around his neck, face buried in the hollow of his throat. "You're the best."
"I just do what I can."
>>><<<
You should have canceled. Instead of Eijiro faking sick to get out of work, you should have faked it with your mother so you didn't have to go in the first place. You crumpled to the floor of your bedroom in pure frustration amidst the twenty or so outfits and dozen pairs of shoes you'd thrown out of your closet trying to find something that your mother would deem appropriate.
It wasn't your fault you had a fuller figure. You worked out, ate right, not to mention your job kept you very active, and yet your, hips, ass, and breasts were by no means subtle.
Your mother had also insisted on the dress being floor-length and modern, "Do try not wearing all black. It's a wedding, not a funeral. And, get your hair looking natural, please." And, just like that, 70% of your wardrobe was out the window!
"It's open!" You called from the floor when the doorbell rang.
"You really should lock this." Mina tutted, walking through the door with a bag full of takeout.
"I do. At night."
"Honey, it's 9 PM."
"Night like bedtime."
Mina just rolled her eyes and walked into your tiny kitchen. "I see the dress hunt is going well."
"I actually figured it out!" You got off the floor, careful not to step on a heel as you made your way to the pink haired woman, "I'm just gonna go in my birthday suit. I figured, my mother made my body technically therefore she can't disapprove of it. Because, you know, she's never done anything wrong in her life!"
Your best friend snorted out a laugh and passed you the take-out container stuffed full of stir fry. "you're a wonderful person, you know that?" You loved the fact Mina didn't even have to ask what you wanted.
"If you'd just move closer to work then you could pick it up yourself and I wouldn't have to bring it to you."
"Too expensive." You declared after a mouthful. "You pay almost twice as much as I do per month and I just don't see the point. I have damn near the same amount of space you do for half the cost!"
You adored your small one-bedroom apartment. It was perfect. Right above a bakery that you visited each morning after your run and a little balcony that provided you with the most stunning view of the sunset.
"You and Kiri, I swear." Mina just shook her head and curled up with her food on the loveseat. "I thought he'd end up with the biggest house out of us all the moment we started making that real Pro money. You've seen his parent's house. It's massive! You could get lost in that place!"
Eijiro's place was barely bigger than your own. He lived in the same condo he had since you'd graduated UA, claiming it was perfect for him in each and every way. But, you knew that he donated a sizable amount of his paycheck every month to charities, the same as you. With savings to spare, neither of you saw the point in hoarding it and therefore the small condo was all he could afford with what he actually kept.
"Just don't understand how a guy that big can live in such a tiny little space. At least with you, it's you know, physically feasible."
Eijiro's bedroom was barely large enough to fit the king-sized bed the man needed to sleep comfortably and even then, his feet were dangerously close to dangling off the bed. And, as if the man's ears were burning, your cell phone went off under a pile of discarded shoes.
Shark-E: Figured out your dress situation? If not, I'm just gonna pack like ten different ties and hope for the best.
You: Yeah! I totally did! I'm just gonna wear this birthday suit I got and call it a night.
You chuckled at your own joke all over again. Watching the grey ellipses appear and then vanish, appear and vanish again. After a third time, you took pity on the man.
You: Joking, Ei. I still don't have it figured out but Mina's over so, hopefully, she can help.
Shark-E: Gonna give me a damn heart attack! Seriously, I wouldn't put it past you just to see the look on your mom's face. Tell Mina hi and good luck to you. I vote the dress from the Hero Gala two years ago.
You: Hi from Mina. Can't. Too much boobs.
Shark-E: You take that back right now! There is NEVER such a thing as too much boobs!
You chuckled to yourself, putting your phone down, and then finished off the last of your delicious dinner, thinking about the dress Eijiro mentioned.
You wondered if maybe there was a way you could make the thing work but it was so very low cut. So much tape had been used to make sure no slips happened but damn was it worth it! The beaded bodice with the sparkling long sleeves, gods, how you loved that dress.
"I'm inclined to agree with our shark boy. You're busty, who gives a damn. You looked hot as hell in that dress."
"My mother, that's who. As much as I'd like to not give a flying fuck what she thinks, for some dumb reason, I do. On top of her telling me that the amount of cleavage I would show would be vastly inappropriate for a wedding, she'd also say the way it hugs my hips makes them look too fat."
Mina rolled her eyes. "She's such a piece of work." Pushing herself up, she held her arms out to you, wiggling little pink fingers for you to take. "Come on then. Let's get you sorted."
"What about that one you wore to the charity art thingy with Kyoka last winter? The one with the silver top."
"Silver is too close to white." You called out from within your closet.
"What! Not true!"
"You know that. I know that. Every person with two brain cells knows that, which is why most of my family does not know that."
"Fine..." She whined and started sifting through the opposite end of your closet. "Oh, what about this?" Mina waved about the blue and green plaid skirt that made up your uniform from your middle school days when you lived in America. "Please try this on. I'm begging!"
You were pretty sure it wouldn't even go over your thighs anymore.
"It's got a better chance of fitting you!"
Mina threw it at you anyway. Slipping off the sweats you wore, somehow, someway, you were able to tug it on AND get it zipped, barely. It no longer covered your ass but you still enjoyed the way it swished around when you wiggled your hips.
"You could be fulfilling so many people's fantasies right now." Mina mused.
You pulled the skirt off and sweats back on, throwing the former back at her. "Yeah, you can take it and go fulfill Hanta's fantasies if you like. Not like I've got anyone to impress." You pulled down a dress you bought on sale a year ago but Mina was quick to dismiss it.
Too puffy, she said and then held up one that was from Momo. "I needed to get it shortened and I don't have time for that now."
"Wait..." She hummed and dropped the Momo dress. "I know what it should be!"
Mina hurried through the closet, grumbling about not finding it. "Just tell me which dress and I can tell you where it's at."
"It's that one you got for grad night and then you got sick and couldn't go!"
"Mina, Mina I can't wear that! That's actual vintage, not like, made-to-look-vintage!"
"But it's so elegant and has that off-the-shoulder sleeve thing. The wedding is at a damn sky lodge! It'll look so pretty in the snow! Ah! Found it!"
She yanked up the long, elegant gown from the garment bag you'd never removed it from. There wasn't a single wrinkle in the burgundy fabric. It looked just as beautiful as the day you found it in that second-hand store, on a mannequin with gaudy stage jewels that you just had to buy so the look was complete.
You ran the back of your hand over the velvety fabric, soft to the touch. "It'll be too tight now. If I was the same size I was at graduation-"
"Bullshit!" Mina cut you off with a dismissive hand, "You've got hips now. We aren't 18 anymore! It's not like it's some clubbing dress. And I bet no one would say a damn thing about your figure if they knew how easily you could crush them with those thighs!"
A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without quirks, you gave every single one of your classmates a run for their money in hand to hand. Most were fairly easy to beat. You could usually take down Eijiro in about five or six minutes and Katsuki in half the time. Funny enough, it was Ochaco that gave you the hardest time.
"I'll consider it. But help me find something else just in case."
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It was another two hours before you finally agreed on an a-line, empire waist green and gold number that had been the bridesmaid's dresses for Tetsutetsu's wedding. Mina thought they were a crime the first time they had to wear them, she had no idea what you were thinking.
That's why the moment you were preoccupied with trying to find yet another dress for the Sunday brunch, Mina pulled out her phone.
You: DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow Y/N to wear the green dress. She's bringing two because she can't decide. Red is the winner!
Jaws: Aw, come on. If she likes it, let her wear whatever she's comfortable in. She'll be under enough stress already.
You: Kirishima, it's the dress from Tetsu's wedding. The one that looks sparkly baby food.
It took him a second to respond.
Jaws: Alright. Understood. I thought you guys looked good but damn, she hated that dress.
You: We all did.
Mina looked at the message chain again and couldn't help but asked, "Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you and Eiji are flying all the way to America, last minute, to attend a wedding together, even though you're not together?"
"We've flown to the states before."
"For work!" She sat up eagerly. "This is different, Y/N! This is a date and not just a, like, casual date but a wedding date!"
You poked your head out of the closet. "No, it isn't. This is a friend helping another friend who stupidly mismarked an RSVP." You corrected very plainly but Mina wasn't one to give up so easily.
She whined, dragging out your name, "You guys have been doing this thing for ages. Why do you have to be so stubborn about it all!"
"What's that supposed to mean!"
Mina started ticking off points on her fingers. "He was the first person you opened up to at UA. You saved his life when he was busy saving Katsuki's life second year. You spent all that time interning together, became sidekicks together. Went to America together for three whole months, ALONE, and you honestly expect me to think there's nothing between the two of you!"
The truth of it all was simple really; 17 year old you had a massive crush on Eijiro Kirishima. He was sweet, always listening to you, providing comfort when you needed it, and always encouraging you to push your limits. He was bright and honest, a little slow in the head from time to time but that made him all the more endearing.
He was also head over heels in love with Katsuki Bakugo.
It was why you never made a move. Never spoke a word of the feelings you harbored. You didn't dare to cross that line with him because you couldn't ever hold a candle to the explosive man.
In the three years Eijiro and Katsuki spent together, your brain finally started registering Eijiro as just a friend, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. You thought your heart had followed suit but it was becoming more and more apparent that wasn't the case. Because the night he showed up at your door, tears in his ruby eyes, every lock you put on your heart broke open.
The same way you couldn't hold a candle to Katsuki, Eijiro couldn't hold one to Izuku. You knew exactly what he was feeling even if you never intended to tell him. Too overcome with fear. If Katsuki came back... that'd be it. Eijiro would go back and you wouldn't even blame him!
Still, the redhead consumed a decent chunk of your heart though, you couldn't deny that after the three months you spent together in America, gathering intel on a smuggling ring, living in the same apartment. The groggy, 'good mornings' when his voice was still scratchy with sleep, hair falling in his eyes. The late nights bandaging wounds and killing cheap bottles of wine while watching terrible American reality shows.
It was those bottles of wine that did you in on your second to last night in America. Supplying you with courage and draining your sense of reason, allowing you to crawl onto his lap, into his arms. You could still remember the pressure of his lips on yours, those sharp teeth gently dragging along your lower lip.
Scared hands tracing the curve of your ass before taking handfuls to squeeze. The laugh that came from you was unlike anything you heard before, something so genuine that you couldn't reproduce.
How it felt when he lifted you up and took you to his bed, laying you down taking his time removing your clothes, and watching with awe as you pulled away his own. The way he looked over top of you, his hair a curtain of red around you just before you closed your eyes, gasping while he filled you.
You also remembered the guilt that crept into your head during the wee hours of the morning, the doubt that was louder than the snores coming from behind you.
It made you slip from under his massive arm, gather up your clothes from his floor, you tucked the blanket around him, and pressed a kiss to his temple before padding out of the room.
You told yourself you'd talk to him about it if he brought it up, but he never did. Not the next morning, or night, not on the plane ride back home, nor anytime since. It was a memory you'd hold close to your heart, one you wouldn't let slip away or share.
"There's nothing there, Mina. We're just good friends is all." You lied with a smile on your face, something that had become surprisingly easy to do.
If only you knew that Mina saw right through it. That Mina already knew the truth of it all.
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It was nearly one in the morning when your phone rang. The goofy picture of Eijiro with face half painted at a festival a few years back never failed to make you grin.
"It's a little late." You answered by way of greeting.
"Don't pretend like you were anywhere close to sleeping, you little night owl."
Chuckling at the nickname that had followed you since high school, "What's up, Eiji?"
"I was going over flights. You said in the office that you wanted to leave on Friday?"
"Yeah. I have patrol tomorrow and I didn't find any flights after 6 PM so, Friday is the earliest."
He was quiet on the other line for a moment. "Yeah, you don't have patrol tomorrow, or work at all for that matter."
You sat up a bit straighter in bed. "Um, yes I do."
"No, you don't. I called Mina, asked her if you'd mind taking that shift for you and, since she knows what's happening, she agreed the extra day for travel would do you some good. So, she's covering you tomorrow then you're off work until next Wednesday. As for me, thanks to all that overtime I put in when Denki, Kyoka, and Hitoshi got married, the three of them are splitting up my days so I have until Wednesday too."
Eijiro sounded impossibly proud on the other line, you could almost see the smirk on his face. "You've got this all planned out, don't you?"
"And a bag nearly packed. Just need you to tell me what ties to bring."
"Gold, burgundy, and black."
"Thought your mom said no black for you?"
"She said no black for the wedding. She said nothing about black at the brunch!"
You couldn't wait to put on the tea-length dress that had been a favorite for years. Satin with a lacy top and, best of all, pockets.
He let out a rumbling laugh that fell off into comfortable silence as you laid back in your bed, lights still on, the room still a mess. You tapped the speaker icon and laid the phone on the pillow right beside your head, listing to the various sounds of Eijiro moving around.
A door creaking open, a hanger clattering against another, and a zipper. "And just like that, I'm all set."
"Don't forget your passport or hero license."
"I have one in my wallet and the other in my backpack."
You swiped up on your iPad, off Netflix, and going to google, lazily searching through flights. "So, did you find any good flights since you've clearly been looking?"
Another chuckle, "Eijiro, why are you laughing?" More stifled giggles had you sitting up in bed again. "Just tell me a site you were on. They're just flights, what's so funny?"
"There isn't a site."
"You said you were checking flights."
"And I was... on my family's jet."
"Eiji! No! No, no, no! That is supposed to be for their business or hero things! My stupid cousin's wedding is neither of those things!"
"Relax, Y/N. My family has multiple and they don't have any business trips planned right now anyways. I already cleared it with my mom. Seriously, I just mention your name and she's likely to let me have it for a whole year at least. Plus Todoroki's is back up in working order so the agency is covered too."
Damn, why'd he have to be so good at planning from time to time! You'd completely forgotten about the second jet his family had. Always opting for the larger one since the few missions they needed it for required them to bring fifty or so heroes along.
"Besides, if we fly private, we can land at an airstrip closer to the venue and won't need to drive four hours on top of a ten-hour flight."
"Alright, okay, thank you but, let me take care of the rental car, please. It's the least you can let me do."
"Deal. I just have one more question for ya."
"What's that?"
"Wanna leave tonight?"
You nearly dropped your damn iPad in shock. "Eijiro! What the fuck has gotten into you! It's the middle of the night!"
"I'm excited!" He boomed, "I haven't had a vacation in months!"
"I hate to break this to you, buddy, but this isn't going to be a vacation. You really shouldn't get your hopes up. This isn't going to be a good time with laughs and fun memories... my family, they just, they aren't those kinds of people."
"But we are." He stated matter-of-factly. "If they want to have sticks up their asses then let them! We'll have a good time on our own, laugh and make fun memories! So, what do you say, Y/N? I can be at your place in fifteen. I just gotta put shoes on and grab my keys..."
"Wait, hang on. Are you forgetting that we need someone to, oh, I dunno, FLY THE PLANE! Actually, we need two someone's, can't forget about a co-pilot!"
He hummed happily and you rubbed your temples. "You, you have a pilot and a co, don't you, Eiji?"
"Mhm! There is a company we use. Two can be at the hanger in an hour and every hour after that. I just have to make the call and get the flight plan approved which will be done before I even get to your house."
There was literally no reason to say no. You had mostly everything packed, nothing you needed to get from the store, all you had to do was put on pants and pack up your hygiene bag and you were ready too. Maybe getting there quicker and getting the whole thing over with would be better than staying home dwelling on everything.
"Better put your shoes on."
The glee in his voice, that was enough to make this whole thing worth it, "I'll see you soon."
>>><<<
Eijiro reached into the backseat and plopped a bag down on your lap the very moment you were buckled in. "Had to make a pit stop." He explained.
"It's after two in the morning, where'd you have to..."
"Just open the bag and don't complain."
You found it filled to the brim with all your favorite snacks.
"I'm sure the plane will have a bunch of snacks we can raid but I know for a fact they don't have these." He held up a pack of cookies and creme flavored pocky that had been his favorite for as long as you'd known him, quickly followed by your favorite flavor too. You also found a massive bag of gummy worms and jolly ranchers.
"So, what you're telling me is our teeth are going to rot by the time we land? Not that I'm complaining."
You ripped open the bag of ranchers knowing that was what he'd go for first and sure enough his hand dove inside just as he pulled away from the curb. You could hear his dangerously sharp teeth biting through the rock candy like it was nothing while you still rolled one around your mouth.
Eijiro asked you about the resort you'd be going to, wondering if you'd been there before or what other stuff you guys could do when you weren't dealing with your family. "I figured we could fly back Monday night or Tuesday morning, you know, just play it by ear in case there was anything else we wanted to do."
More than anything, you wished you could just leech a little bit of that excitement from him. The glimpses of his smile you caught as you drove under the street lights made your heart ache.
"What?" He asked with that wide smile of his. You'd been caught staring, red-handed.
"I, uh, I just don't know what to tell you."
You could see the subtle change of his grin, watch as it softened and his hand came to rest on your thigh. "Hey, it's gonna be fine! And if we run into them while out doing stuff, you can just avoid them or hide behind me!" At least hiding behind Eijiro is an easy thing to do, damn mountain of a man.
His thumb slowly brushed back and forth. "'S gonna be okay. I'll beat 'em up if they're assholes!"
You snickered at his Katsuki impression and let the drone of the radio fill the air around you both. Enjoying the silence the rest of the way to the hanger with Eijiro's hand atop your leg.
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aaa for the second one i would like joseph from jjba, smut, prompts 15 and 39
i should be ashamed omg
JEALOUS GUY - JOSEPH JOESTAR X READER
Warnings : irrational jealousy, accusations of cheating, clit-sucking, fingering, overstimulation, use of the word "cunt", both reader and Joseph are switches, reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns!
Genre : filth smut
Word count : 1.2K words
Prompts : "I'm so sick of your voice. Why don't you come over here and put your mouth to better use?" and "You take my fingers so well don't you?"
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"And what's that got to do with me? Your jealousy is irrational, and by God, is it annoying as shit!"
"Irrational?! You were hanging all over what's-his-name like you couldn't get enough of him since he made it to the party!"
"Come on JoJo, you don't even have the decency to remember the names of your own employees!"
"Why the fuck would I want to remember the name of a guy who clearly was only seconds away from dragging my spouse---who clearly had no objections about it---into my bedroom?!"
This had been going on for almost an hour now; Joseph would throw another claim fueled by jealousy, hot-headed and not even thinking his words through nor their implications, and she would scoff at him, fuming as she threw back an equally biting reply, venomous tone lacing through her words. At this point, they were only going in circles, and Joseph only grew more and more aggravated as the post-party argument went on.
"Of course you would like it when he was kissing your ass the entire time," he sarcastically laughed, no hint of humor whatsoever in his voice, crossing his arms in his dress shirt as she sat on the bed, glaring at him as he paced back and forth, "Telling you just how brilliant you are and how sexy you looked, I bet, and---"
"Oh, shut the fuck up," she finally snapped, throwing her purse somewhere in the corner of the room where it landed with a dull thud, "I'm so sick of your voice. Why don't you come over here and put your mouth to better use?"
Momentarily stunned, the brunette stood still by the bed, green eyes blown wide open. After a few beats, though, he regained his composure and narrowed them, snarkily saying, "You know what? Maybe I will."
Sauntering over to her, where she was openly staring daggers into his face, Joseph wasted no time at all pushing her onto her back, large palms dragging the sides of her dress up to hook it up almost to her navel. He clicked his tongue, seeing her completely bare, folds glistening even in the dim warm light of the bedroom.
"Not wearing any underwear, huh? Wouldn't be surprised if you had this planned all along," he scoffed, though his actions showed no discontent as he leaned over her lower body, pushing himself up by the forearms and pushing her knees far appart, pinning them down with little force needed and spreading her bare in front of him.
She rolled her eyes, "So what if I had? Don't act as if you're not enjoying it," she gave a pointed glance to his crotch, a tent already forming in his black pants at the sight of her lying wet and waiting for him.
Not even bothering to verbally respond, he laid down on his stomach, lips instantly latching around her clit, sucking her nub into his mouth and pulling a strangled moan from her. He loved just how reactive she always was for him, and that thought alone pulled him into a haze as he let it go with a pop, his tongue tracing small figure eights that sent white-hot pleasure coursing through her body. Just seeing the way she writhed in pleasure as his teeth grazed her clit, he worked his tongue on her faster.
Though he was messy by nature, his enthusiasm more than made up for his lack of technique. He knew just how to make her feel good, and she found him rather enticing with his head between her legs, her hands tangled in his hair.
"You're---ah! Fucking lucky, you're... good at this," she panted, pulling at his brown locks, and he hummed into her sensitive nub, his prosthetic hand pinning one of her thighs down, the cool of the metal combined with the vibrations of his voice causing her to moan his name out loud.
Joseph's other hand deftly traced up her trembling leg, before finally deftly tracing around her dripping hole. She clenched around nothing in anticipation, silently asking him to please her. Lifting his head to glance at her flushed face and pert nipples against the silk of her dress, he smirked proudly, his index finger slipping inside her cunt, her lips falling into a perfect O shape as he pumped it carefully a few times and simultaneously sucked on her clit again, hoping to overstimulate her before she could even cum.
If her cries weren't so pornographic as he slipped another finger inside her, her walls clamping around him and pulling his knuckles in further, he would've called her an angel in that moment. His pretty little lover; only fucking her with his fingers and mouth, and yet already driving her mad.
Angling his long fingers and hooking them, he could finally hit that spongey spot that had her seeing stars and trembling in his hold.
"Joseph!" she cried out, head thrashing to the side, "Fuck, feels so good. Want more, 'n faster."
Closing his eyes, he could only oblige, a third finger joining the other two, pumping inside of her at a merciless pace, the knuckles bumping into every ridge in her walls, feeling heavenly as she pushed into him, almost fucking herself on his fingers. His tongue drew small but fast circles onto her pulsing clit, before pressing flat for a few seconds, testing out just how much direct stimulation could she tolerate---not much apparently, because he could already see the tell-tale signs of her impeding orgasm, and feel her pretty pussy squeezing his fingers.
His mouth detaching himself from her, she whined out, eyes glossy as she gave him a glare, though it looked weak when she was in a position like the current one. Joseph couldn't help but coo at her, amazed at just how quickly the roles had reversed.
"You take my fingers so well, don't you?" he teased, her slick mixed with his mess made her pussy squelch with every thrust that stretched her out, "I think you're all bark but no bite. Just look at you, making a fucking mess on my fingers when you were all high and mighty minutss ago."
Her walls fluttered around his knuckles, crying out a string of profanties as she came around his digits, thighs shaking and her hips threatening to push off the bed, her orgasm stretched out with each of his slow, calculated thrusts, even kissing her trembling legs and nipping at the soft skin as she rode out her high. Only when her violent shaking had been reduced to a slight tremble did he pull his soaked fingers out of her spasming cunt, making a show out of licking her arousal off them.
Her face turned to the side on the pillow, cheeks red as she looked away, her husband gave her a wicked grin.
"Come on, don't get all shy on me now, love," his grin only grew wider, his eyes glinting with a dangerous promise, "You should know that I'm nowhere near done with you."
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Can you a Draco Smut where he gets bored and literally just decides to make out with and suck your clit slowly like lazily and teases you into an orgasm?
bored | draco malfoy smut 18+
draco malfoy x fem!reader
summary: draco’s bored so he decides to eat you out
warnings: 18+, smut, oral (female receiving), degradation?, really cute boyfriend!draco
word count: 2.1k
For some reason, lessons today felt like they had dragged on for far too long. Snape’s monotone voice had only drowned you deeper into a pit of boredom from where you sat at the back of his DADA lesson during the last period of the day, hoping that time would just speed up so you could spend your Friday evening with your boyfriend.
And finally the time came where Snape eventually dismissed the class, but not without a pile of homework and a stern message about the N.E.W.T exams quickly approaching. You didn’t even want to think about any of that right now; N.E.W.T level DADA would be the death of you, you were sure of that much.
“Come on pretty girl,” Draco whispered, his arm tucking around your shoulders, your head leaning on his shoulder slightly as you left the classroom. “You can nap in my room, or read - whatever you want.”
You smiled at that - you loved Draco’s room. He was a prefect, not to mention a Malfoy, so he got special privileges; one of them being a room all to himself. His double bed was far comfier than the single you had in your dormitory, which was where you found yourself five minutes later.
Your robe had been ditched; chucked somewhere onto the floor before Draco could even enter the room. You collapsed onto his bed, lying horizontally across the bottom half and staring up at the ceiling as you heard a huff come from Draco. You craned your head in time to see him swipe your uniform off the floor.
Draco didn’t even bother to scold you anymore - no matter how many times he said it, you always forgot his ‘nothing but feet on the floor’ policy. It sort of surprised you when you found out how tidy he was — much more organised than you, who couldn’t even be bothered to take your shoes off.
You wiggled your legs which were dangling off the end of the mattress and Draco rolled his eyes, finishing folding your robe and placing it on the back of his desk chair before moving over to your feet. His hand grabbed the back of your heel and he began to undo the laces of your school shoes, staring at you in amusement.
“You have me running around like a House-Elf for you,” he huffed.
You grinned up at him, lifting your head so you could see him properly. “I know,” you chirped.
Draco finally got both your shoes off, your toes wiggling in your tights as they thanked you for finally releasing them from their tight confidements. You watched your blond boyfriend move around the room to place your shoes neatly by the door before he peeled his robes and shoes off too, putting them away also tidily.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty, darling,” Draco muttered, shooting you a look as he climbed onto his bed, his back against the headboard as he grabbed his book off of the bedside table. “You gonna sleep?”
“No, just lay here,” you murmured back, your fingers fiddling with the detail of his silk bed covers. “I just want to… reflect on my day.”
“Oh, that meditation thing you’ve been doing?” Draco hummed, not lifting his eyes from his book as he stretched his legs out, them resting by your head from where you were curled up at the bottom of his bed.
“Reflecting is not necessarily meditating, Draco,” you reminded him for the hundredth time. “Just because you have no thoughts whatsoever.”
“I have no thoughts?” Draco glanced over, raising his eyebrows at you.
You giggled. “Yeah - I bet it’s just lift music in your head.”
“Lift music?” Draco repeated, confused.
Your eyes lit up - another fact you could give him. You loved how confused he looked whenever you told him about the other world he had grown up despising. You adored the way he asked questions and pretended not to be interested sometimes.
“A lift is a Muggle invention. It’s a metal box thing that replaces stairs sometimes; you get in, press which floor you want and it takes you up or down,” you explained to him, “And there is music inside it sometimes. And it’s really slow and…” You noticed the weird look on Draco’s face, your voice fading away. “Never mind.”
“I don’t get it,” Draco hummed before turning back to his book.
It made you giggle and shake your head. You closed your eyes soon after, just thinking. About Draco, about the homework Snape had set you, the Hogsmeade trip you planned to go on with Pansy next weekend…
You can feel his eyes on you.
Your own peel open and you turn to face him. “What?”
“My book’s shit,” he admitted.
“You’re halfway through it.”
“Yeah, and it’s shit.”
You frowned, your eyes moving from his face to the cover of said shit book. “I recommended that to you,” you pouted slightly.
“Which is why, as you can see, I’ve tried to like it - but I can’t,” Draco said, placing the book back down onto the bedside table. “It’s boring. And I’m bored.”
“How?” You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Classes literally ended twenty minutes ago max.”
Draco shot you a look. “So? I’m still bored.”
“Too bad, I’m -”
“You’re meditating, I know.”
“It’s not - Ugh, whatever. Yes, I’m meditating, so leave me alone,” you replied, rolling your eyes before closing them yet again.
There was more silence. Draco seemed to respect your wishes, not saying another word. All you could feel was the silk sheets beneath your body, all you could smell was Draco’s scent and the fresh fragrance of his bed covers, and all you could hear was the sound of your breathing and Draco’s - as well as the sound of him adjusting himself on the bed a little bit.
You wished you could stay like this forever. After the long day you’d just had, this was the perfect way to end it. Maybe some cuddles from Draco would make it better, but that could come a bit later, maybe after dinner.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a weight above your legs. Your eyes cracked open and you glanced down, your brows furrowing at Draco. He wasn’t even looking at your face, he didn’t say a word, but he reached for your skirt and flipped it above your stomach, pulling your tights and panties down in one go.
“Draco -” You were cut off by his cold finger sliding up through your folds.
“Shh,” Draco muttered, still not even glancing at you, too focused on what was between your legs. “Go back to your meditating. I’m just… entertaining myself.”
You couldn’t complain with that. You found yourself complying, your head tilting back so you were facing the ceiling, your eyes closing. You weren’t really wet, much to Draco’s dismay, but you soon felt him spitting on your clit and felt it drip down your folds. His fingers slid it around, knocking purposefully at your bundle of nerves and causing arousal to spike through you.
When you felt yourself begin to get wet, your clit throbbing beneath his lazy, aimless touch, you couldn’t help but open your eyes, glancing down at him. He wasn’t even sitting between your legs - just beside you, his hand reaching for your cunt like he was half-heartedly playing some sort of game.
Draco’s silver eyes were entranced by your cunt, his fingers experimenting as they changed direction, moved about, all so agonisingly slow. After a minute of the torturous pace, his eyes flickered up to you and he lifted his hand towards your face.
“Wanna taste?” He asked as if he was talking about sharing food.
You opened your mouth anyway, two of Draco’s fingers slipping inside. You sucked around his digits, your tongue being invaded by your own taste - a taste that Draco insisted he could never get enough of. He pulled his hand away when you were done, looking back down at your cunt and beginning to rub again.
“Draco,” you whispered desperately as he hit the right place.
He glanced back up at you, smirking a little. “Does it feel good?” He murmured, voice deep and barely above a whisper.
“Mhm,” you mumbled back, eyes clenching shut again.
His mouth touching your cunt nearly made you jump. Everything about what he was doing was so lazy, as if he had all the time in the world and he wasn’t there to make you cum but to just satisfy his own boredom and curiosity. Maybe that was the only reason he was touching you like this, but either way, you liked it. You liked the teasing nature of the whole thing, even though it was tortuous how slowly his tongue came out to lick up your folds.
Everything inside you wanted to wither and grab at his hair and tug, begging him to go faster, but you refrained; your hands remained gripping the sheets beside you, your small whimpers that made Draco’s cock hard filling his bedroom.
His mouth was wet, a mixture of his own spit and your arousal, as it wrapped around your bundle of nerves, your back nearly arching as he began to suck softly. Your breath hitched, not used to the aimlessness of it all. It almost felt careless, but his hand on your thigh said otherwise as his thumb stroked circles against your skin.
Your lips pursed together, a moan threatening to leave your mouth as Draco sucked, his aristocratic-like lips working idly. His tongue peeked to swipe across you and this time your stomach clenched, your legs nearly clamping around his head. But Draco’s grip on your thigh tightened a bit in warning.
“Draco, please…” You whimpered, one hand going down to gently grasp at his platinum locks.
His head pulled away with your hand still in his hair, much to your dismay. He leaned his head against your thigh, staring down at your dripping cunt. His finger moved towards it and he circled your swollen clit, feeling your legs tremble slightly beneath him. Then his thumb came out and he rubbed it in small figure of eights, his breath still fanning you from where he used your thigh as a pillow.
“So pretty…” Draco muttered.
You swore if he didn’t start acting like his usual rough self then you were going to start crying. It was agonising, the way he seemed to not care. In a way, it felt degrading - like this was for him and not for you, and it only made you soak his fingers even further.
Draco’s mouth dived back in for your clit. It was like he was making out with it, his lips capturing it and sucking, his teeth grazing it slightly just to hear your small hisses and loud whimpers. His nose nuzzled against your mound, his hands still on your thighs.
When you looked down, all you could see was the slow bobbing of his head. His tongue was unmatched, skillful and taunting, slow and painful, and you would do anything to cum right now. Anything.
You could feel the tightening sensation in your stomach, your brain growing fuzzier and fuzzier as you acted with your hormones rather than your brain. Your hand gripped his hair tighter, your hips rolling for more, faster friction. You half-expected Draco to pull away from you and warn you to keep still, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“I’m gonna cum,” you admitted breathlessly.
Draco hummed against you, the vibrations making you cry out a little. You lifted your head back up to look down at him, finding his eyes already concentrated on you as he sucked your clit, rolling the knot between his tongue gently. You moaned loudly.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” you hissed quickly before your orgasm washed over you.
Draco helped you ride it out, his tongue lapping up every wave of arousal, his hands still brushing your thighs comfortingly. He even groaned around your clit, encouraging you as you rolled your hips, your legs trembling even harder. His name slipped past your lips several times as well as some curses, before you were left breathing heavily on the mattress.
A whine left you when Draco didn’t stop kissing your cunt. “Draco…” You jerked beneath him slightly. “I’m sensitive.”
“I’m bored,” he murmured back as he pulled away, his fingers working at your clit and making you yell out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
You knew for certain now; this was never about pleasing you, it was always about satisfying himself - and you knew you weren’t going to be let off the hook anytime soon.
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could’ve been with me instead of what’s her fucking name
pairing // dilf!katsuki x fem!reader, dilf!katsuki x his wife
warnings/themes // NSFW, dilf!katsuki, soft dom!katsuki, he’s still very mean tho :(, sub!reader, babysitter!reader, READER IS SMALLER THAN KATSUKI IN THIS FIC (by height), infidelity, size kink, praise, fingering (f!recieving), nipple play, bulging, slight mentions of infantilization, hints of hard dom!katsuki at the end
word count // 1.6k
requested by // anon
a/n // anon never said katsuki can’t be mean as fuck
sequel
it was dark. and pro-hero dynamight’s tongue was shoved down your throat. how you ended up in this position, you don’t know. the remaining thoughts you had became hazy as katsuki’s hand slithered up your shirt to cup your boob. he was supposed to be on a mission today and you convinced him you’ll take care of his twins for him since his wife had a late-night shift in the hospital.
it’s been about 2 years since you became the pro-heroes sidekick. sometimes he’d stare at you with half-lidded vermillion eyes filled with lust, and you’d do the same. but none of you bothered to bring it up: the way you two eyed each other. katsuki fucked his hand one too many times every time he saw you wearing a skirt, and he’s pretty sure you’ve bent down one too many times as well to give him a peak of your lace panties.
so it wasn’t shocking when instantly takes off his gauntlets when his wife walked out the door and got in her car. the couch you sat on was soft, the television’s volume was low, but you could still hear it. a pair of hands are suddenly placed on either side of you and you flinched slightly, head turning around by reflex. katsuki’s sculpted body and muscles towered over you, his face centimeters away from your with a proud smirk etched onto his handsome features.
next thing you knew, he was between your legs, his body keeping them apart. he fans his hot breath over your face before diving in to give your tongue another taste of his mouth. he grinds his hard-on against your panties, the skirt you wore practically ripped off with your consent. the rough material of his hero costume rubs against your clit and you whimper, gripping his messy ash blonde hair. two of his meaty fingers grip your panties, pulling them aside and flicking them through your wet folds as you sucked on his tongue sloppily.
in a second, you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you up, trying his best not to break the heated kiss. guilt swarmed in your stomach, or was it really guilt? maybe butterflies? there’s no time to figure it out, katsuki opens the master bedroom door and lays you down on the bed, pulling away to take your shirt and panties off. your bra is lifted up and unclipped, your nipples being toyed with by the pro-heroes mouth. his gaze on you is intense as he sucked on your right tit while playing the other one in between his fingers.
an unoccupied hand goes to rub your clit, his pointer and ring finger spreading your pussy lips apart to push his middle finger in. throwing your head back, your hole flutter around his digit. his kisses go from your boob to your jaw, leaving a hot trail behind them. lips encaging yours again, katsuki moves his fingers at a fast pace making you throb. slowly, he adds another finger, scissoring them inside you as he tries to stretch your hole out so it can fit him.
“you’re so tiny, taking my fingers so well. let’s hope you can take my cock just as good, hm?” katsuki hummed almost affectionately against your lips, picking up the pace of his fingers. “s-sir,” you choked out. “gonna cu-”
“call me katsuki.” his thumb rubs quick and sloppy circles on your clit and you come undone beneath him, cumming all over his fingers. a sigh leaves his lips and he pulls his digits out, licking them clean. “mhm, tastier than my wife.” a dark chuckle erupts from his throat as he went to kiss you, “you probably wouldn’t know, but i can assure you you’re much tastier.” the praise makes you whimper, your clit throbbing hard as he took off his hero costume before you.
the sight of his toned muscles makes you drool, but the large tent in his boxers makes you gulp. with a swift movement, his underwear is off and his cock springs free, slapping his stomach. “that... that’s not gonna fit.” the size and girth intimidated you. nonetheless, your legs stayed spread out for him, practically begging him to shove his cock inside you without warning. “we’ll never know if we don’t try.” katsuki comments, getting back on top of you and using his pink tip leaking with pre-cum to tease your clit and poke your entrance. “do you want it, honey?”
calloused fingers run lovingly down your cheek as he stared at you, waiting patiently for your answer. with a small nod from you, he pushes his tip inside. you grip his shoulders and he cradles you in his arms, slowly pushing his cock further. the stretched burned and you throw your head back, letting out a small whimper of pain. the cock inside you stop moving for a moment, katsuki trailing kisses up and down your neck. “just a little more, baby.” he said, rubbing your waist in an attempt to calm your tense body down. breathing quickening, he pushes the last inch inside you, gazing at you to find any hints of discomfort.
your head was lolled back, mouth open and saliva drooling down the side in pleasure. instinctively, you grind your hips against him, silently asking him to move. and so he does, slowly rocking his hips with yours, cock reaching the deepest depths of your pussy. a hand is placed at the bottom of your stomach and you look over, seeing katsuki admiring the bulge that was forming around that spot. “this pretty pussy, just look at her. swallowing my cock down like a good girl even though she can barely fit it, hm?”
“faster.” you panted out, and this sparks something in katsuki, hips grinding against you gradually going faster until he was pounding into you. the grip you have on his shoulders tighten as you clench around his sporadically, savoring in his grunts and occasional moans. a particularly loud moan erupts from your throat when he changes angles, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. “shh now, honey. the twins might wake up and complain, they wouldn’t want to see their daddy cheating on mommy with the pretty and young babysitter, now would they?” katsuki spat out, grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss, swallowing in every whine and moan that escapes your lips.
his heavy balls slap against your ass, his unshaved stubble grinding against your clit oh-so-nicely. a hand is placed on your boob to feel it jiggle up and down harshly due to his hard and fast thrusts, the skin slapping and muffled moans prominently bouncing off the walls. in a second, you cum without warning. it just felt so good. it wasn’t right but it felt so. fucking. good.
katsuki’s thrusts grow a little faster but more sloppier as he was near to cumming. he hides his face in your neck, moans uncontrollable. with one last hard thrust up your cunt, he paints your walls white with his cum. the room goes silent, soft panting filling it instead. the ash blonde buries his face in between your boobs, giving either of them a kiss before taking his cock out and lying beside you.
“i’ll stay here until you fall asleep,” katsuki promises, placing you on the guest room bed after he showered with you and got you a change of clothes from the bag you brought with you. he tucks you in as if you were his child, giving you a kiss on the forehead before sending you to sleep.
[ timeskip ]
you couldn’t walk. it was the first thing you tried when you woke up, and you miserably failed. laughter boomed in the kitchen, but you didn’t bother. mrs. bakugou has gone back from her shift and is probably making breakfast. once you learned how to walk correctly again, you texted katsuki a good morning and the news about you not being able to walk. “come down for breakfast, hurry.” was all he replied.
with slightly wobbly legs, you walks downstairs and into the kitchen. the sight of mrs. bakugou perched up on the counter, nightdress hoisted up slightly with katsuki’s hand in between her thighs as they laughed together fumed you. “stop, she’s gonna see.” mrs. bakugou giggled, trying to push her husband away. “i don’t care.” he smirked.
oh so now he doesn’t care? okay then.
“excuse me? uh, sorry.” a nervous and awkward chuckle escapes your lips, waving to the married couple. mrs. bakugou is quick to push the blonde away from her, shoving his hand that was in between her legs away. “i’m so sorry, honey.” the older woman apologized to you, “um, would you like to stay for breakfast? oh wait, i’ll just get your pay.” she offered before quickly rushing upstairs to the bedroom. same bedroom her husband railed you in, and she doesn’t even know.
ignoring katsuki’s hard gaze on you, you sat down on the same couch you sat on last night, fixing your things. “eh? not giving me any attention now?” he approached you, showing up beside you unexpectedly. “what we did was a mistake mr. bakugou, i’m ju-”
“i told you to call me katsuki. you’re jealous, aren’t you?” the blonde smirked, lips growing closer to yours with every word until it fanned his hot breath on yours. you turn your head, “that’s absurd.” you let out a disappointed sigh that turns into a loud gasp when a harsh grip on your jaw forces you to look at him.
“if you want me to fucking destroy your little pussy in front of her, then you better start fucking begging before she comes back.”
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Yes, Mr. President || Back to Work
art by @multiverse-mxdness
hope ur all having a good week and breathing easier now that our man is alive <333
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
Read previous chapters of this fic here!
contains: hospitals, discussion of death, stitches
wordcount: 2.4k
Later that evening, Rossi has headed home and Haley went back to her sister’s place to tuck Jack into bed before she spent the night in the hospital. Aaron insists that she doesn’t have to, and tells you the same when you offer, so you know it’s more about his own resistance to being taken care of than it is about any anger he’s still holding towards Haley. So typical, you think to yourself. But you know that Haley will care for him regardless. It brings you some small measure of comfort.
“There’s not enough room to pace in here,” Aaron remarks from his bed.
“I’m sorry, Mr. President?” You ask.
“There’s not enough room for your circles. You can go pace in the hallway, if you’d like. I’m not going to evaporate,” he tells you.
“These days, I’ll take any opportunity to look at you that I can get. Circles or no circles,” you confess genuinely.
“You okay?” He asks, his face turned a little further down than his usual unamused look, his eyes reading you the way they’ve always been able to. You duck your head shyly under his enamored scrutiny.
“You were just shot,” you remind him, a deflection.
“And all the best doctors in the country have checked on me roughly every fifteen minutes for the past ten days. Has anybody checked on you, angel?”
“I’m okay,” you say.
“Don’t lie. Not to me. Not anymore. That’s not who we are,” he commands you gently. “You’re sitting up in bed having a conversation with me. So I’m going to be okay. Really,” you say, convincing him a little bit more this time.
“Come here,” Aaron says, scooting to the side of the mattress and tapping the empty space.
“Aaron–”
“The doctor’s won’t be rounding again for another two hours. Haley’s not due back for at least 45 minutes. Come sit with me for a minute. It will make my head feel better.”
The last part is a lie, but you indulge him anyways, slipping your shoes off before gingerly laying next to him. The bed’s not big enough for two, but you don’t care.
“I’ve been thinking about Vermont a lot lately,” you whisper, and he smiles.
“Yeah, me too,” he tells you.
“I should have let you take me, on Haley’s birthday. We should have run away. We still could,” you suggest.
Aaron sighs, and you hate it immediately— you hate that you’ve made him the one who needs to console you, in the midst of all of this.
“Soon, my love. Not now, but someday soon.”
“Someday,” you agree, knowing that soon is really a stretch, and not one you’re willing to admit to yet.
“Someday, this will all be over, and the two of us will be the most crazily in-love private citizens this country has ever known,” Aaron smiles at you lazily. “But right now we have a job to do, and that job is to remind the world that America doesn’t bow to terrorists. That their President, the man they elected, doesn’t run and hide in the face of the forces that threaten Democracy. So this time, I’ll go back to work.”
“Yes, Mr. President. Let’s get to work.”
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You’d be lying if you said it didn’t give you some level of sick pleasure to watch Strauss’s personal assistant’s face drop when she saw the President approaching the Oval Office. To the outside world, Aaron was the Commander in Chief once again– he was in his typical suit, walking around greeting people as if he’d never left. His face is still a little cut up, but he’s undoubtedly himself, and undoubtedly the President.
Of course, none of them could see the puckered, angry scars that you’d dressed this morning. None of them could see how his bruised ribs put additional pressure on his lungs. And none of them could see the extra half second it took Aaron to remember a few staff member’s names, much to his chagrin.
You give Aaron’s arm a squeeze, gently encouraging him to push the frustration aside as he places his hand over the doorknob to let himself into the Oval. He flicks you with the barest flash of a smile before barging in on Strauss’s cabinet meeting.
“Morning folks, sorry to interrupt,” he says, not sounding the least bit sorry as the cabinet members all rise from their seats. “What are we working on?”
“Mr. President,” Erin, says, sufficiently flustered. “How wonderful that you’re up and active.”
“It’s good to be back,” he agreed.
“Well. we were just about done here,” Erin says, dismissing the members of the cabinet with a meaningful glare. You peek over one of the secretary's shoulders– the letter requesting President Hotchner’s removal was left unsigned. You could almost laugh.
“Mr. President, I’ll leave you to get settled,” Erin says. “Should I expect to see you in the East Sudan briefing with the joint chiefs this afternoon? I understand if—”
“I’ll be there,” he cuts Strauss off, and she nods politely before leaving.
He lowers himself hastily into his chair as soon as she leaves, takes a few deep breaths– the walk from the car to the desk has winded him, just as the doctor promised.
“You’re okay, Aaron, just breathe,” you tell him as you pour him a glass of water. Rossi and Haley emerge a moment later from the door connecting Rossi’s office to Aaron’s.
“You did it!” Haley gushes as Aaron pulls at his tie.
“I need a fresh shirt,” he pants. “Have Edie send one up for me, please.”
“Why don’t we get you up to bed, Mr. President?” Rossi says.
“I can’t, I have to be in the situation room this afternoon for the joint chief’s briefing.”
“Aaron, you did it, you’re back,” Haley tells him. “You’re the President. You have nothing to prove.”
“Until Erin puts a letter on my desk accepting my reinstatement, I have everything to prove,” he argues, shedding his coat feverishly.
“Careful, Aaron, your stitches,” you remind him.
“Have I thanked you for that, by the way?” Aaron says to Haley, as if he hadn’t even heard you. “For setting the press on me like a bloodhound and forcing me out of the hospital before I could heal? Thank you,” he spits out. “I can’t show any weakness.”
“This isn’t a show of weakness, Mr. President. You were shot, and you made a miraculous recovery,” you remind him.
“No one expects you to spend 5 hours in a military briefing,” Rossi agrees.
“Erin is dancing around the fire. She’s not going to stop until my head is on a stick. People need to see me being the Commander-in-Chief of the armed forces, not her. So will someone please bring me a clean shirt?” He booms.
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You don’t have the security clearance to join the President in the Situation Room, but you’re far too anxious to leave the White House grounds. Rossi, luckily, was able to get you an empty office down the hall from the communications bullpen. You pass Ashley’s old office, covered with flowers and tributes and pictures. It wrenches at your heart, and you feel even guiltier for the grateful thought that passes through you for the fact that it wasn’t Aaron.
You shut the door to your office behind you, and collapse into your chair, feeling overwhelmed and under stimulated all at once. There’s not much to do— you’re not technically on the staff, here, just lending a hand. If Aaron had been able to hold a pen before this morning, he surely would have already filled out the forms necessary for your reinstatement, but you weren’t exactly sure if that was what you wanted.
You think back to the conversation you’d had with Aaron before he was shot, to telling him that it would look better if you hadn’t been working for him up until the moment you went public about your relationship, and laugh a little. It was still true, but you didn’t know how much you cared about that, now. But that was just it— any desire you had to stay was born out of a need to helicopter, as if you could prevent something like this from happening again. It wasn’t what was best for the White House, it wasn’t what was best for Aaron and it wasn’t what was best for you. You sighed. You’d convinced yourself, but Aaron would be a tougher sell. You spend a few hours catching up on the news you missed while Aaron was in the hospital, then checking the headlines for reactions to his return to work. Your brain is absolutely fried.
You pulled out your phone and called Morgan.
“Hey, mama. How you holding up?” He says into the phone.
“I’m okay,” you tell him. It doesn’t really cover it, but what are you supposed to say? “How are you all? I know I haven’t checked in as often as I should have.”
“You’ve been a little busy,” he reminds you. “We’re okay. We’ve got everything under control, you don’t have to worry about us.”
“I feel bad. I’m the boss, and I disappeared.”
“The man that you love was shot four times, cupcake. If the situation were reversed, quite frankly, I don’t know if I even would have called to check in. You might never have heard from me again.”
“Don’t say that,” you tease with a little smile. “You’re not allowed to disappear on me.”
“I’d check on you. Not on work though,” he amends.
“I guess that’s fair,” you laugh.
“How is he?” Morgan asks.
“He’s a walking, talking miracle,” you answer with a sardonic little chuff.
“Oh, man. That sounds like a story,” Morgan prods you.
“He’s so stubborn,” you groan, and Morgan laughs.
“This feels like years’ worth of venting that’s about to come out,” he guesses.
“Well, it’s true that he’s always been like this,” you agree. “It’s considerably more concerning when he’s supposed to be in a hospital bed but he insists on taking a military briefing instead.”
“Can I say something?” Morgan asks.
“Of course,” you tell him.
“You would be the exact same way. You two absolutely deserve each other,” He tells you, and it strikes a pang of longing through your heart even as Morgan laughs at his own joke.
There’s a knock at the door and it brings you back to reality. “Morgan, I gotta let you go.
Talk soon,” you assure him before hanging up, and Rossi lets himself in.
“Is everything okay?” Your anxiety peaks in an instant.
“He’s fine, just an obstinate asshole,” Rossi assures you.
“Oh, so, back to his normal self, then,” you tease with a little smile.
“I need you to talk some sense into him,” Rossi explains, gesturing for you to follow him into the hallway.
“What’s going on?”
“Haley came to me, and I tried to stop it, but… he’s being very Hotch about it. He wants to do a press conference. He’ll look okay on TV, but—”
“But what?” You ask as the two of you turn a corner.
“He’s supposed to be in a hospital bed and he’s been working all day, kiddo,” Rossi reminds you. “I don’t know if he’ll last on his feet for more than thirty seconds. You have to shut this down,” he tells you.
You sigh. Stupid, stupid man. Taking a few steps ahead of Rossi, you swing the door open to the Oval, finding Aaron hunched over a document in intense concentration, green highlighter in hand.
“Mr. President, I hear you’re making people very nervous,” you say lightly, not wanting to come down too harsh– the man was worried about enough.
“Rossi sent you?” He asks, looking up from his memo.
“It may not be wise to answer questions on live TV in your condition, stubborn boy,” you advise, coming around behind the desk.
“It may not be wise, but that’s what I’m going to do,” He says smugly, like he isn’t one wayward sneeze away from an infection that would rack his already weak body.
“Mind telling me why?” You ask, placing a hand on the back of his chair and craning your neck to read his memo over his shoulder— another East Sudan update. He’s sweating– you reach into his breast pocket for his handkerchief and dab at his brow. His eyes flutter shut.
“It’s like you said,” he tells you. “I’m stubborn.”
You take a moment to admire the planes of his face as he sits there, chin angled up towards you and eyes closed peacefully. His lashes sit daintily against his face, the worn-in lines temporarily relaxing under your touch.
“You almost died,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him.
“Yes,” he whispers.
“Don’t do it again,” you warn him.
“Okay,” he agrees.
You sigh. He’s so clearly exhausted, you can see the regret he feels for even closing his eyes at all painted across his face. You lean down and kiss him, and it’s life-affirming for both of you.
“You can’t do this press conference. You’re not strong enough, not yet,” you tell him.
“I’m doing the press conference,” he repeats, firm in his conviction even if his voice is weak.
“Tell me why, Mr. President. Tell me why it’s so important to you.”
He draws in a deep breath. “This is my office. I’m the President of the United States. They can shoot me if they want to, but I’m not going anywhere. Because the people of this country elected me to this office, and they deserve to see me and to know that I am in charge,” he tells you.
As much as you hate to admit it, he’s right. It all falls into place. And it’s important to him– so it’s important to you, too. There’s a knock at the door, and Rossi lets himself in.
“So?” He asks, looking between the two of you.
“He’s going to do the press conference. Live. And he’ll be taking questions,” you tell Rossi, and he shoots you a look, but you hold firm.
“And it’s going to be great,” Aaron adds.
“And it’s going to be great,” you agree.
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Nanami Kento x Reader
Warnings: nsfw. Fingering, tender sex, morning sex, praise kink (sort of), unprotected sex/breeding kink, mention of pregnancy (its like one sentence). Established relationship, some fluff, mostly smut. Afab reader.
Notes: domsetic fluff turned morning sex
Days where you wake up in his arms are rather rare.
Usually, he's ready for work by the time you get up. His day starts earlier than yours. You still make it a point to give him a kiss before he leaves. He'd often have something for breakfast ready, and make you lunch if he had the time. Nanami was always a better cook- you were a bit of a terror in the kitchen. When he arrived home he'd tell you little about his work. You knew of it, although he had little to say. He only actively spoke of it if he had overtime, and only to complain.
That didn't mean you weren't curious. There were a million questions you had for him; if he answered one, it would only add to the growing pile of other ones.
Married life wasn't what you expected.
It took a year to convince him to date you. Prior to that, the two of you had been roommates for nearly the same time. Over time you had gotten used to having him around. He was the one constant in life. People came and went, jobs you started and quit, but he was always there.
Things weren't all that different from the way they were before. Switching to married life felt natural. So much so that it was a bit frightening. It makes you wonder if this is all there is to it. If that's the case, then you could live with it.
You're not quite sure what wakes you up, but you're surprised to feel his body still beside you. Early morning light streams in through the cracks in the curtains. His arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you flush to his chest. The faint scent of his cologne—something woody mixed with something sweet, like vanilla—still hangs onto him. Uncertain if he's still awake, you call out his name. To no response.
Slowly his hand creeps up your thigh, resting on your stomach for a moment before he's pressing his thumb under the waistband of your shorts. Nanami's touches are feather-light as his fingers just barely ghost over your skin. The soft feeling of his thumb grazing your clit makes you jump. He smooths a hand over your hair, cooing words of praise as he leans forward to nip at your ear. Goosebumps raise along your shoulder.
Nanami presses a quick kiss to your neck, going back to suck a dark mark into the skin. It'll be hard to cover up tomorrow. Gently he drags his thumb across your slit through the thin fabric of your panties. You part your legs just a bit to give him more room. He shoves down your shorts—along with your panties—baring your sex. You lift your hips for just a moment to kick them off, throwing them to the side. Your shirt quickly goes the same way. Then his. Nanami pulls you in for a quick kiss, nibbling at your bottom lip until you let his tongue into your mouth. The feeling of the slick muscle is intoxicating. You're already half drunk off the scent of his cologne.
He knows just how to make you melt under his touch. He has a way of pressing your buttons, leaving you crawling back for more. Part of you is embarrassed at how quickly you turn to putty in his hands.
When he pulls away, there's an audible pop! as your lips part. He leans back down to kiss you again. It's only a peck this time, but the same amount of fire is behind it.
A low laugh escapes him when he feels the slick that's collected between your legs. In any other circumstance you'd be a bit embarrassed at how quickly he riles you up. He hooks his arm under your knee, forcing your legs further apart. His thumb brushes over your clit, working in soft, teasing motions. When you try to grind down onto his hand, he simply huffs and pulls his hand away, leaving you aching with need.
"Ken, please-"
"Please what?" He asks. "Use your words..."
"Fuck me!"
To that, he cruelly laughs. The noise comes from low in his chest. You're almost ashamed at the throb it sends right to your cunt. Almost.
He mutters a soft "good" as he eyes you up and down, sizing you up like you're some sort of opponent.
He works you open with his fingers. Just the one at first—then adding a second—rubbing against your g-spot. His fingers are thin, but long, and know just where to prod in a way that makes you whimper. Your eyes roll back when he strokes a particularly sensitive spot. Nanami takes notice of this, and proceeds to add a third. His thumb rubs small circles against your clit. A familiar heat pools low in your stomach. His touches only make you more needy. When your pussy clamps around his fingers—you're close to your own release—he realizes his own need, pressing against your back. Grinding against your thigh only does so much.
Typically he isn't the type to tease. It makes you wonder what's gotten him so worked up.
He pinches your clit between two of his fingers before resuming their circles. His movements are skilled—he's had practice—making you melt under his touch. The wetness that collects between your thighs nearly drips down his hand, making it glisten in the low light.
He finds the squeal you make when you cum endearing, using the moment to kiss you, right on the corner of your lips.
You ride out your orgasm on his hand; shaky, but nearly ready for another round. It won't take you long- he's seen it happen before. Soon you're sitting up, facing him, your cheeks red and your lips bitten pink. He commits the look of your flushed form to memory.
He'd have to tease you more often.
Nanami palms himself through his boxers. He frees his leaking cock. The head is a ruddy color, and rather angry looking, swollen with need. His spare hand moves to knead the soft flesh of your breasts, working your nipples into stiff peaks. He guides your hand to his cock, closing your fist around his member. It's long—a little over six inches—but not too thick. The weight of it is heavy in your hands. You give him a few teasing pumps, making sure your touches are achingly slow. Instantly he notices, giving one of your nipples a harsh pinch, though not hard enough to hurt. When you squeak and mumble a weak: "I'm sorry" he only nips at your ear and chuckles. Any attempt you make to regain control of the situation only digs your grave deeper.
"Are you going to be good?" His lips press against your temple.
Weakly you nod.
"Good." He coos. "You're always so good for me."
He shifts so you're left lying on your stomach underneath him, hips lifted slightly and pulled flush to his. Your body is tacky with sweat—maybe a bit of saliva too—he drags you in closer. Nanami leans forward to mumble into your ear. Sometime during this his teeth find your shoulder, your flesh sporting a crescent shaped mark to show. You're not quite sure if it'll bruise. Probably.
"Had to work overtime." He says, the slightest bit of venom in his tone. "Again. Not happy."
At this you let out a small giggle. That's the second time this week. That must be why he came home so late last night. He never tried to hide his dislike for it. Instead of chatting with you, he simply went to bed.
The head of his cock presses against your entrance, slick with his own need. There's no resistance as he presses right into you, although he still gives you a moment to adjust. Nanami fits right in you, your pussy so tight and warm around him. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to how good you feel. He's had his fair share of partners, but they all pale in comparison to you.
His large hands knead at the flesh of your ass and thighs. He's always admired how soft you are; the curve of your breasts, your stomach, your hips. Even the harsh angles of your face, the way it twists and contorts in pleasure. To him, you were truly the most beautiful thing in existence. There's not much he wouldn't do for you.
He's always preferred to fuck you slow and deep. He could watch you squirm and writhe under him for hours if you'd let him. Nanami has never been one for quickies. Sometimes they're nice, but he always prefers to take his time with you.
Slowly he rolls his hips against yours. You inhale sharply, gripping at the sheets. His pace starts out a bit slow, but he leaves none of your sweet spots untouched.
The second you start to get a bit loud he pulls out, making you whine in frustration.
"Needy today, aren't we, love?"
You grovel at the pet name, hardly amused. "Just touch me dammit."
Nanami's relatively collected demeanor falters when you clench around him, pulling him back in. His fingers dig into your hips, his nails leaving little crescent-shaped indents in your skin.
"Oh fuck-" his thrusts grow erratic, "fuck! I love you I love you I-"
"I love you too!"
His fingers lace with yours. Momentarily he brings your hand to his lips, planting a kiss on your knuckles. The action is so slow and soft you're not quite sure if you feel it.
"I'm so happy I married you."
His free hand goes back to toying with your clit, harshly pinching the bud between two fingers before tracing circles around it. The movements are a bit erratic. He must be close. To stifle a groan, he leans forward, sinking his teeth into the junction of flesh where your shoulder and neck meet. Not hard enough to hurt, although it may leave a bruise. Some possessive feeling deep within him made him proud of the marks he left.
It's enough to send you over the edge. The dam has broken, the floodgates have opened. You cum around him hard, your entire body shuddering as you cry out. The neighbors certainly can hear. Noise complaints happen a bit too often for your liking. He groans as his own release paints your walls white. You feel so full.
Nanami pulls out slowly as to not spill any of his cum, taking a moment to admire his work, and the look of your fucked-out form; the red handprints on your ass, the nail marks in your soft flesh, the way your neck and chest blush along with your face. It makes him wonder how you'd look with your belly swollen with his child.
He'd have to do this more often.
Dramatically you flop down on the bed, chest heaving. A single drop of cum spills onto the sheets. He lays down beside you, taking a moment to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You'd be sore tomorrow. Your neck already sports red teeth marks, and half-faded hickeys. He presses a kiss to the mark, rather proud of his work. His arms snake around your body, holding you close to him.
Nanami has never been this much in love.
You're half asleep when he pulls away. It's almost time for him to head to work. Gojo needs his help with something, he's not quite sure what.
Gojo can wait.
He's tucking himself back into his boxers and getting out of bed by the time you turn around. If he notices you staring, he says nothing about it.
"Where are you going?" You ask.
"I'm making breakfast."
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KINKTOBER DAY SEVENTEEN ; PEGGING
Bo Sinclair x Fem!AFAB!Reader
WORD COUNT: 1924
WARNINGS: nsfw, pegging (duh), submissive bo, dominant reader, praise, mention of future degradation, missionary, rim job, fingering, slight oral (amab receiving), reader uses a strap and lube, lowkey domestic and in love relationship hehe, established relationship, not proofread
It had taken a long time for Bo to even consider this, let alone actively participate in it. You had brought it up almost seven months into the relationship and he shot you down immediately, not bothering to let you get out anything else. But that night had planted a seed. One that grew just a little bit with each passing day. It was Bo who brought it up next.
“So… I was thinkin’ ‘bout that thing you talked about wantin’ to do a while back,” He said, clearing his throat slightly. The two of you were in the bathroom getting ready for bed, Bo in front of the bathroom sink brushing his teeth and you finishing up in the shower. He catches your eye in the mirror and takes a shaky breath, hoping you didn’t catch it. “That… peggin’ thing.”
You hum, your lips curving upwards. “Oh yeah? What were you thinking?”
“Well, I know your birthday’s coming up-”
“In two months-”
“So consider it an early gift.” The bathroom falls silent as his agreement settles into both of you. Bo wasn’t exactly a shy guy. He was the type to jump into sex head first, not bothering to really talk and discuss about what was going to happen unless absolutely necessary. He’s had talks with you, of course, about certain kinks the two of you had, but this was untread territory.
You wrap the towel around yourself and step out of the shower, leaning against his back with your arms wrapped around his waist. You stay silent as he finishes brushing his teeth, only speaking when he stands up fully and his hands rest on top of your own, his thumb running up and down yours. “I would love an early birthday present.”
That was a rare night of no sex, just talk. You both discussed what you wanted to happen, what you didn’t, stuff you were worried about, and then you made a plan. Spontaneity is something Bo values in sex but there was something different about this time. The plan was easy; the next few nights you and he would prep him for your strap. You had one this entire time that he had never found and he makes a mental note to himself to search through the room more often.
Seeing Bo be so vulnerable with you was hot. He didn’t really get it but he accepted it; plus he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find your dominance attractive. The prep was slow and deliberate, going at Bo’s pace and no faster. First was a rim job. Only the feeling of your tongue circling his hole, the tip pushing against the ring of muscles lightly, your fingers gripping his thighs tightly as he sat on his knees with his ass in the air. When he came, he wondered if the sight of him like this was as arousing to you as it was for him.
The next day was a finger. Just one, working slowly-with plenty of lube-inside you. He was a mess that night, the feeling foreign and yet so fucking amazing to him. Bo was sweating, laying on his back with his legs spread wide for you, one of his arms gripping the bed sheet and the other holding onto your shoulder.
“Does that feel good, Bo, baby?” You purred, the speed of your finger increasingly slightly. You had found his g-spot and all you wanted to do was continue to hear the pretty little moans of his. You knew better than to try some degradation at this point. Sure it would feel amazing to flip the script on Bo like that, call him a cock drunk whore who wants his girlfriend's cock, but not now. Not yet.
“Mmm, fuck, mhm! I do,” He gasps out and you know he's close by the way his hips are rocking into your finger, pushing it down further into him. He cums without warnings, his mouth agape in a silent scream. The look on his face as his eyes rolled into the back of his head was almost enough to make you cum just from that.
Days of prep and then finally, finally, it was the night you had been waiting for. Bo had been nervous all day, milling around the house, fidgeting, jumping when you came up behind him too quietly. A small part of you worried he was going to back out, that you had pushed him too far and too fast, but that never came. Instead, when you both called it a night and went to bed, he pulled you down onto the bed, moving you so you were straddling him.
“M’ready,” Is all he said, breathless against your own lips, his hands running up and down your back. He was being careful with you, never moving too fast or too harsh, and that’s how you knew that you were in control that night. Bo was already without a shirt and pants, his normal bedtime attire consisting of his underwear if it were cold, so it was easy to sink to your knees and pull his cock out.
Bo watches as you begin to stoke him, using some of the lube you had bought to slick him up. It was the kind that warmed up with friction and fuck did it feel good on his cock like that. “Gonna take it slow, treat you good, alright?” You say, licking a quick stripe up his cock, following the vein on the side.
“Can you even eat lube?” He questions, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks flushed from pleasure. He didn’t want you getting all sick because you couldn’t keep his cock outta your mouth. You scoff, leaning over to hand him the bottle of lube, your other hand never leaving his shaft. He squints at the bottle and hums. “Edible lube, strawberry flavored. Shit, guess ya learn something new everyday.”
You laugh, placing small, barely-there kisses over his cock and down his thighs. When you place your hands on his inner thighs he spreads his legs without you asking and it sends a flutter through your stomach. “Good boy. Now I’m gonna use my finger, alright? You wanna get them wet or should I use the lube?”
His hand wraps around your wrist and brings your hand up to his mouth, taking two of your fingers inside and sucking. Bo kept his eyes trained on you, watching your reaction as he swirls his tongue around your digits, slicking them up with ease. You pull your fingers from his mouth and kiss him, the disheveled look of his hair and the swollen lips he was sporting becoming too much for you.
Your fingers prod against his hole and you push in slowly, your two fingers stretching him nicely. He hisses and squeezes his eyes shut tightly as you begin to thrust them. “S’alright. You got it baby, nice and slow. Remember, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” You whisper into his ear, your other hand rubbing soothing circles on his hip bone. The breath he lets out is uneven and slow but he nods for you to continue.
Minutes pass like this, your bodies pressed together, your fingers pumping inside him, gasps and whispers of your name flowing from his lips. It was perfect. “Need you,” He says in a tone that could be considered a whimper. You weren’t in the mood to tease him and you pull your fingers from his hole quickly, grimacing at the squeak he lets out. “Ouch, fucker. Be careful down there, would ya?”
“Sorry, sorry. Got too excited,” You say with a grin, kissing him quickly before standing and moving to your bedside drawer. He watches as you pull out the strap, the smallest one you could kind, and step into it. It was double sided, ensuring that you’d be getting just as much pleasure as Bo would be receiving. “You wanna suck my cock?”
“You’re a real romantic, ya know that, honey?” He asks with a small smile, nodding his head. You get back onto the bed and straddle his face, tapping the silicone cock on his lips. Bo’s cheeks flush a bright red and he smacks your bare ass, not too hard but enough for it to sting. “Don’t treat me like a piece of meat.”
The banter between you two was easy. You were able to go from serious dirty talk to one of you asking a stupid question that had the other laughing. It was sweet. His lips part and you push into his mouth slowly, watching in awe as the cock disappears down his throat. “Fuck, Bo, look at you. You take cock so well baby.” He rolls his eyes before gagging and you pull back. A string of spit connected his mouth to the tip.
“Can we get this show on the road?” It’s your turn to roll your eyes now but you oblige, moving down the bed until you are settled back in between his legs. The tip of your cock presses against his hole and, after deciding it’s better to be safe than sorry, you pour a generous amount of lube onto the base of it, rubbing it over the strap and his hole. When you first start to push in his hands fly to your forearms, nails digging into your skin. “Fuck! Fuck, Y/N, that… shit it hurts but, ngh! Feels good,”
He’s breathy and he lets out the most delicious moan when you finally bottom out. Your end of the strap was leaving you breathless and it only increased tenfold when you started to move. The first few thrusts have Bo in tears, the stretch and burn almost too much for him, but soon the pain melts into pleasure. The sensation of the strap hitting spots inside him that your fingers hadn’t reached, the way you were panting above him and praising him for how well he took you, the way he could really let himself go and enjoy it had him close almost immediately.
Bo is gasping for air and all he does is mutter the word ‘harder,’ for your hips to snap forwards harshly. He yelps but you don’t let up, fucking into him roughly. He had done this to you just a few days ago, your cries of both pain and pleasure urging him to go harder, faster, deeper. You never understood it before, but now that you were able to see and hear Bo in the same position? You understood it very well.
“You wanna cum? Hm? Bo, baby, you can cum, it’s alright. Why don't you show me how good I’m making you feel,” You say and one, two, three more thrusts and he’s spilling over himself, coating his stomach and chest with cum. His back was arched ever so slightly and his toes were curling. He looked so fucking beautiful you almost didn’t want to stop.
He taps your arm twice and you stop your movements, pulling out slowly with a wet noise. “That… that was good.” He says simply, staring up at the ceiling with a glazed over look in his eyes. You chuckle, laying down on the bed next to him and cuddling into his side.
“Ya think so?”
“Mhm.” His head turns towards you and for just a split second there is a look of pure, unadulterated devotion. “I love you, you know that?” He kisses you, his right hand resting on your cheek. “Now let me repay the favor, okay baby?”
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I was asked to write a sequel for this Heisenberg x Reader where Reader is an American visiting the village and her crop tops and booty shorts have caught the eye of Heisy. She's very intrigued by the village and has asked Heisy to let her stay with him instead of the little inn...
Purely smutty part 2 ahead:
The walk up to the factory proves to be cold for you in your little outfit. He sees the chill bumps on your skin. Yes, he's looking. Yes, you notice the side-glances from behind his glasses.
He hadn't really offered to take your bag when you checked out of the inn but you sort of tossed it at him so he begrudgingly shoulders it on the hike.
He's...intrigued by you. Your spunk, your audacity. It's off-putting yet he kinda likes it.
"You live in a factory?" your eyebrows raise as you cross the bridge.
He's puffing on a cigar, the smoke wafting behind him as the wind picks up.
"What'd you expect?"
You give him a once-over and he'd be lying if he said it didn't thrill him to have your eyes on him. "Good point."
The urge to push you against the wall and pin you there is strong. Entering his domain, he feels a sense of control returning and he's making an effort to behave himself.
A loud thud makes you jump, drawing closer to him. He can feel your body heat, almost reaches up to grip your hair and pull you nearer.
His hand falters to your side, a gentle touch - just one - but you notice.
He wishes he had his gloves off, wants so badly to feel how soft your skin is, to touch those chill bumps, bruise you and watch you squirm beneath him.
You draw closer despite his stillness. It's like you can read his expression, can see the gears turning as he thinks the most impure thoughts.
And then you do the most curious thing.
You touch him.
A simple touch - your right hand on his forearm - but he feels it, thanks the heavens that he'd left his jacket off and rolled his sleeves up.
His mouth is dry, suddenly doesn't have any witty retort. He meets eyes with you, letting out a deep exhale that teeters on a growl around the edges.
And you break the silence:
"Do you have any whiskey?"
Wonders never cease.
You're a good time, he decides as you're halfway through your drink. You've wandered around a bit and inspected his makeshift office.
He'd taken you a specific route to get there, doesn't want to turn you off with his metal army before this can go wherever it's going.
"And you're here by yourself?"
He raises an eyebrow at that. "...yes?"
It's been silent since you thanked him as he poured whiskey, which is odd. He thinks you must have been deep in thought and is intrigued that this is what you come back with.
"That's surprising to me," you set your drink down, walk over to him. He clears his throat, trying to look at your face and not your tits.
"Is it?" This is the most he's spoken to you, he realizes.
You don't owe him this compliment. You don't owe him anything and he's finding it challenging to grasp this. Why would you, a tourist, come to his residence and compliment him?
He's fighting off those negative thoughts, trying to tell himself that not everything is manipulation; but his experiences have routed his brain to fire at defensiveness as an instinct.
He doesn't have much more time to process this before your lips are pressing against his.
To his surprise, he kisses you back.
It's instant, your reaction once he's leaned into you: you pull him closer, let your hands trail down his shoulders. The chill this touch sends through him...
Then suddenly it's like you're reawakened, remembering yourself:
"I'm sorry - I'm so sorry if this is too much," you suddenly break away from the kiss, just the slightest bit but he's pulling you closer, almost bruising in his next move.
You've made a mistake, he's sure, and in the next two minutes he'll let you walk out of the factory unharmed - mostly because he's still a little shell-shocked this is happening - but after that? Two more minutes and you're his.
The kissing continues, intensifies. You force his gloves off and you let him touch you; his fingers on your flesh, tracing down your exposed stomach in that shirt. You're warm, real, and it's making him lose control bit by bit.
"What do you want?" he manages in a growl when he has you pressed against his desk.
His eyes are closed behind those glasses and you see the tension in his jaw.
"K-Karl," you hum, slightly out of breath from the intensity of the moment. "I want you, isn't it obvious?"
It's enough.
It's everything.
He's letting you kiss him and undress him and - God - it's been too long since he's been wanted. He's losing himself, can feel the guarded demeanor just melt away with every caress, every sigh.
Your hands travel between his legs and Heisenberg groans at the stiffness of his cock. He's so hard for you, it's flattering.
Before he knows it he's let you strip him of his shirts, unbuckle his belt. His bare hands stroke over your soft clothes before he pulls those off too.
Staring at your tits, he dips down to pop your left nipple in his mouth, fingers playing with your right one. There's no hesitation, no asking for permission, no denying the pleasure you both seem to crave from each other.
His cock is leaking by the time you pull him from his pants. The relief from your touch doesn't last long and he can tell you're eager to blow him but he can't wait any longer.
Pulling your panties off, he lets his fingers fumble over your clit before jutting a finger inside you. Greed consumes him as he works you toward your first orgasm; muscles clenching around him, warm wetness reigniting a long-buried desire in him.
When he's satisfied, he pulls from you, coats his cock in your wetness, then lines himself up with your eager pussy.
"A bed?" you gasp at him.
He shakes his head. "No. Now."
"Karl," you gasp, trying to press against him.
He almost uses his powers and then he remembers he's faking good - playing a role - not ready to steer you away, especially not now.
"Quit being a cocktease," he mumbles.
You raise a brow at him. "So he has a spine? Fascinating."
Oh, you wouldn't believe the half of it.
"You gonna spread those pretty legs or am I gonna have to get creative?"
You don't reply, but your body shifts closer to the edge of the desk he's seated you on and you shove your hips against him in a slow thrust.
His grip is bruising when he spreads your legs for you. He's learning how much of a brat you are and...he kinda likes it - the fight in you, the fire.
You're gripping at his neck when he slides into you and he just about busts at the moment. Fuck, it's like you're exposing all of his needs right in the moment. He feels exposed yet oddly safe.
You're so wet for him and he, of course, has to mention it several times; is proud of it, impressed. It gets better when he keeps constant pressure on your clit, pressing a thumb against it and rubbing deep, slow circles.
You cum. You cum on his cock and he chokes on air at the muscles tightening around him, the way you squeeze him as you're panting out his name and knotting your fingers in his hair.
"So good, fuck, so good," you gasp.
The mouth on you...
You're unlike anything he's ever seen. To have you fucked so good on his desk, it almost feels like a dream.
Before you get too comfortable, he pulls back, slips out of you, forces you to your feet. Shaky legs steady you and he spins you around and shoves your face against the desk. He's probably bruised your cheek from the pressure, but you don't seem to mind.
Easily, his cock finds your pussy and he glides right back in. Eyes closed, he throws his head back as he slowly starts a steady pace in you.
Glory. What glory.
And when you say, "damn it, oh fuck, Karl...gonna make me cum again," he feels his cock twitch inside of you, knows that he's too far gone.
"Mmm, quickly, kitten," is all he can get out before you're rutting back against him.
He lasts longer than he expects, really, given the circumstances.
You almost don't get off again before he's pulling back from you to spill all down your lower back.
The moment you feel him shifting, you throw your weight back against him.
"No, in me. Karl, please...I'm...it's safe,"
He doesn't really comprehend all that - not after hearing you tell him to cum inside of you.
It's too late, he's officially too far gone to hold back anymore and he cries out as a powerful orgasm overwhelms him.
You're cumming too, based on the noises you're making and the way you're slamming yourself back against him in desperate fervor. It just adds to his rutting into you; so powerful, fingers digging into the flesh on your hips.
"Fuck, take it," he pants, enjoying the moment. "Such a fuckin' cocktease strutting around town like that," he's rambling at this moment, sounding like an old drunk as he comes down from his release, letting you ride yours out. "Been thinking about this all day - this pretty sight - fucked so good..."
You're practically flat against the desk now, ass on display for him as he slowly slides his half-hard cock out of you.
The room is filled with a humidity he hadn't felt before; with a silence now that the ringing in his ears is done.
You're looking over your shoulder at him, hair a mess, some of his cum dripping out of you.
What a beautiful sight. Picture perfect, really.
"Holy fuck, Karl..." you gasp with a laugh.
He lights a cigar, stands there perfectly naked, just looking at you. You feel like an art exhibit.
"You mentioned a bed," he raises a brow at you. "And I'm not finished with you yet, kitten."
You accept the invitation without blinking.
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another blurb that no one asked for!!!!:)
Pairing: Dom!Spencer x Fem!Reader
Warnings: daddy kink, spanking, crying, implied overstimulation, mention of color system and safe word (but not used), degradation
a/n: this is a rare dom spencer moment bc sub spencer lives rent free in my mind. uh i don’t believe spencer’s a dom let alone a daddy dom or a hard dom, so this is strictly for my own fantasy lol. i’m also very much hoping that emmy doesn’t see this and come for my throat HAHAHHAHAHHAHA
You knew what you had done. Packing skimpy clothes in your go-bag, flirting with local officers, and sharing a room with Emily so that he couldn’t even do anything about it for 2 weeks. You knew you were in for it. And you’d be lying if you said that wasn’t your end goal.
Spencer didn’t say anything to you the whole ride from the tarmac all the way to your guys’ apartment. When he unlocked the door, you stepped inside and looked longingly at him, desperate for any kind of attention. He paid your puppy dog eyes little to no mind, walking past you.
“Bedroom.”, he ordered as he began unlacing his Converse.
You hung your head low in faux disappointment on your way there. You figured he wanted you to strip beforehand, because he always did, so you rid of all your clothing just in case. Even when he entered the room, he had no visible reaction to your bare form on the bed, retrieving something from the closet in silence. His silence made everything more erotic and unsettling at once, which he, of course, knew. He kept his hands behind his back to conceal the item from you as he stepped closer to the bed. Suddenly, your weight was swept from below you as he, quite literally, threw you over his lap. And as soon as the leather paddle touched your skin, it really settled in how utterly fucked you were.
“N-no...”, your voice came out far more broken than you wanted.
“No? I thought this was what you wanted?”
“No! No, p-please...”
“What’s your color, Y/N?”
“Green.”, you muttered.
“Good. And your safe word?”
“Lilac.”
“And you’ll use it if you need it?”
“Yes.”
Spencer didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he stopped rubbing over your skin with the paddle. Lifting it and smacking your ass hard.
“Ow, Daddy!”, you mewled, writhing around with tears already brimming your eyes.
“Be quiet, princess.”, it was more so a warning than an order, “and hold still.”
He wrapped one of his arms around the small of your back to pin you down before landing another hard smack. You felt a few tears slip down as you sniffled.
“Crying already, hm? We’re not even close to done, sweetheart.”
His words only egged your tantrum on as he alternated the intensity of his spanks. When you got to around 20 hits, your pleas had been dumbed down to broken moans and sobs.
“What do you say?”
“T-thank you, Daddy--”, you choked out.
“You’re welcome, baby.”, he pushed your hair behind your ear, placing a quick kiss on your temple, “Gonna make you feel good now, ok?”
You nodded absent-mindedly, mind hazy. Spencer wedged his hand between your legs where you were practically dripping down them, “Aw, I know you love punishments, puppy. You just like making a big scene, huh?”
You couldn’t respond as he circled your clit, weeping into the sheets.
“Such a pathetic little thing.”, he admired while slowly pushing one finger into your pussy. Your head shot up in pleasure.
“Ah! Feels s-so...good, Daddy!”
“Good enough to make acting like a whore worth it?”
“No! Mmf! M’sorry!”
“You better be.”, he forced another finger into you, starting a brutal pace. You squirmed and moaned out for him as he curled his fingers to hit the perfect spot, still rubbing your clit.
“Is the slut going to cum for me?”
“Y-yes, Daddy! Please can I cum, please?!”
“Go ahead.”
You coated his fingers in your release with a scream of his name as he worked you through your high--or so you thought. Even after you had come down, he maintained his pace.
“Sp--Spencer?!”
“You wanted attention so badly, you just couldn’t wait. Well, now you have my undivided attention. And you’ll take what I give you like a good little girl, isn’t that right?”
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~ Fluffy intruders ~
Warnings: FLUFF & SMUT, dom!minho, fem!reader, established relationship(kinda?idk), fingering, nipple play, blowjob, penetrative sex (stay safe yall), sex ruined by cats hahaha
Word count: 2,079 words (whoops...)
Requested: Based of anons scenario (which made me laugh so hard, ty for making my day <33)
Note: i want a cat ;(( ALSO writing long smuts is heeeella difficult AA SORRY IF THIS IS SHIET
As a child you were never allowed to have pets. Your parents said that you didn’t have enough ‘responsibility’ to care for another living creature and so after years convincing you eventually stopped, deeming yourself forever petless. But that was until you met Minho. You vividly remember the first date which was at a local cafe, filled with hanging wall plants and rustic boxes of coffee beans. The brown haired boy looked cozy with a dark oversized sweater and a white and black checkered beret, his silver chain earrings shined everytime he moved his head. The strong musky scent of the coffee beans in the cafe fitted his image making him appear even cuter than you originally though.
When you had ordered your drinks of choice you sat down at a table in the far back of the cafe, not visible to a lot of the visiters. The both of you plopped down on each side of the round table, momentarily gaining eye contact before breaking it, being to shy to look for too long. You noticed a couple strands of hair on the shoulder of his sweater.
“Wait, you have something there” you said while smiling, gently leaning over the old rosewood table.
Minho smiled back and froze a bit when your hand got closer to him, heart beating faster than ever. After all it was a cute girl sitting across him dressed exactly how he pictured you.
“There you go” you leaned back into your seat as you threw the hairs on the stone flooring. Only when you looked back at him again did you notice that the color of the strands were not his signature dark brown but instead orange. You looked at him confused and just had to ask.
“Did you have orange hair recently?” was the only question you managed to get out but you instantly regretted it the moment it left your lips. ‘Why do I always make a fool out of myself?’ you though.
Minho laughed, the apples of his cheeks rounded and his eyes formed a halfmoon shape.
“No... I would like to try it someday to match my cat Soonie” he said through that cute smile on his lips, having a dreamy look when he mentioned his cat.
“YOU HAVE A CAT?” you said a tad bit too loud but you didn’t care, you were currently talking to someone that had the animal you always wanted to own.
Minho laughed even louder, heart exploding from your cute reaction.
“I actually have 3! They’re called Soonie, Doongie and Dori” he said, flashing his dad-like smile, looking like a proud parent over his cats.
Your eyes lit up as you tapped your legs in excitement.
“I want to know everything about them!” you squealed like a little child.
“Yet another thing we have in common. I’ll tell you but let me fetch the drinks” he said with a soft comforting voice before he stood up and went to the counter. You followed his figure with your eyes.
The rest of the date you talked about mostly his cats. Sure, you talked about other boring things like work but seeing Minho talk about his little critters made you fall in love even more. He pulled up his phone, a whole album was dedicated to the fluffy babies. He had everything you wanted. A perfect smile, a comforting personality and of course a nurturing side which was shown by how well he took care of the trio of cats.
That was 2 years ago. Now, you were a full-time mom to the cats. And as much as Minho hates to admit it, his cats love you even more than him. There was only one little thing you could complain about ẃhen being a catmom and no, it’s not the amount of cat fur that flies into your mouth when kissing the kitties.
You yawned as you closed the bedroom door and crawled into bed, the cats sleeping peacefully in their fluffy beds in the living room. Minho was already cuddled up with his phone, the blue light reflecting onto his complexion. He looked so concentrated and you refused to sleep without getting a good night kiss from the cozy boy
“Kiss” you said, holding out your face in front of his phone.
“ha ha no” he turned the other way and lied on his side, only then did you see why he was obsessed with what was going on the screen. He was playing games with the other boys which made you roll your eyes. You were not giving up this easily and so you spread out on top of him, rubbing your face onto his.
“KISS KISS KISS” you demanded to which Minho sighed, turning onto his back again. You were now straddling him and leaned down to kiss him on the lips, expecting a small peck but oh were you wrong. Minho put his soft hands on either side of your face, cupping your cheeks as he deepened the kiss by crashing his tongue on yours. The movement of the kiss formed a pace, making you slightly rub on against his member while the bed moved slowly.
Minho moved his hands from your cheeks to your hips, pressing them against his hardening dick while you rubbed against it in a quicker pace. His eyes darkened, previously being rounded but now they were hooded, resembling the eyes of a dragon. A mysterious smirk appeared on his light red lips as he flipped you over, hovering above you. Your thighs rubbed together, body getting hotter by the second since you knew what waited everytime this happened.
“Since you wanted a kiss so bad how about I give you something better?” he growled, eyeing you up and down, taking in the beauty of your body lying helpless underneath him. You swallowed a hard gulp as you nodded faintly. He took of his shirt, revealing his slightly muscular body he had been working on recently. With his hand he lifted up your light pink pyjama shirt exposing your two delicate buds and without a second though Minho attached his lips onto one of them, sucking relentlesly whilst his fingers played delicately with the other nipple. Your chest was a playground for Minhos tongue as he switched from nipple to nipple, licking and biting them playfully. Through clenched teeth you muffled a stiff moan as he twirled his tongue around the sensitive buds. You grabbed onto his dark hair, stroking it in encouragement to which Minho smiled in between bites.
His hand trailed down from your nipple, tracing the outline of your waist and hip as it softly halted around the band of your pyjama shorts. A firm grip was placed on your waist as Minho went back to kissing you, his lips covered in saliva from sucking on your nipples earlier. You patted him on the head as you bit his bottom lip, enhacing the romantic kiss. The grip on your waist loosened and plunged down your shorts making the burning feeling in your clit amplified. He traced his fingers over your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric to which he smirked.
“I’ve barely done anything but my princess is already soaking” he said, breaking the kiss for a second. You nodded again, wanting his fingers inside you. It was almost like he was reading your mind because that’s exactly what happened. Being caught off guard, Minho pushed the fabric aside, digging two digits into your pulsating cunt. Tiny whimpers made it’s way out your mouth as he curled his fingers upwards, finding your g-spot. Those whimpers turned into moans as Minhos thumb started circling your enlarged clit. You looked at him and he looked back, signaling your desperation for him. He understood it in a heart beat and removed his fingers, immediately stripping himself from the loose fitting pants and boxers. His hard member sprung free from the clothes that were now lying on the floor somewhere. He was still on top of you, looking like a statue with when he stood on his knees that were on their side of your body, his dick only inches across your face. Lifting up your hips slightly you pulled your pyjamas and panties down before you semi-sat down again, the warm bed hitting your butt.
Minho lifted your chin with the same fingers that were inside you moments prior, he looked you deep into the eyes before he placed his dick on your plump lips. You licked the tip slowly and looked him back into the eyes. He looked so much powerful than you when he was above you, asserting his dominance by grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing you down on his shaft making you choke. You sucked him of to the best of your abilities, hollowing your hot cheeks and drooling all over the place.
“You look so pretty like this princess” he grunted out, the grip on your hair tightening as his noises got louder, twitching slightly between your lips. Minho rolled his head around and landed his eyes on yours to which you blushed.
As he was nearing his release he pulled out of your mouth, you gasped for air and coughed. Just as you were about to wipe off the drool on your chin and chest he took the back of his hand and swiped the drool off of you, rubbing it on thr bedsheets. Even when his dominant side emerged he cared about you.
“Face down, ass up” he said getting off you. A small “yes baby” fled your swollen lips that came from sucking him off too hard as you got into position. Minhos slightly cold fingers grazed your wet folds from behind, the sensation of cold feeling oddly numbing on your hot pussy. He grinned at the whimper that you let out and stood on his knees infront of your butt, lining himself up with your cunt. You shut your eyes tightly even before he put it in because you already knew the feeling. He was way to big for you and so it always stinged a bit before the pleasure kicked in. Yet again you were right, a moment of pain as he penetrated you but when you adjusted the feeling of being filled to the brim made you stammer out a moan. Minhos hands seemed bigger than they were when he grabbed onto your hips, setting a even pace.
“My pretty princess is always to tight for me” he said, focused on his movements. You could only moan in response, your lips pouting by the way your cheek was being squashed against the bed. Eventually the pace of his thrusts quickened causing the bed to shake. Minhos hands stroked your back from time to time, giving you goosebumps. Your moans got louder and as he grabbed both your arms pulling you against his member they turned into screams. You threw your head back, sweath covering the few stray strands of hair that poked out. Minho knew you were close by listening to your loud moans that sounded like music in his ears. But besides his low groans and the sound of skin slapping against each other you heard another sound. Minho stopped, turning around to face the door.
Loud scratching and meowing erupted on the other side of the door which made Minho scoff while you looked with a confused expression at your boyfriend. He resumed this thrusts at an even quicker pace, you clenched around his dick feeling your release coming closer.
“I’m making mommy feel good! Stop being such babies!” he yelled which confused you deeply as you laughed.
“Who are you talking to?” you turned around to face your boyfriend.
“Who else but the spawn on satan that are those cats?” he said, the both of you bursted out in laughter.
Minho let go of your arms and pulled out, feeling empty. You opened the door and saw the trio of cats marching in the bedroom one by one, getting comfortable on the bed. Minho covered himself with the duvet before snuggling his beloved babies. But the second you lied down on the bed, all three of the cats snuggled up with you instead leaving Minho feeling betrayed.
“Traitors...” he mumbled looking visibly annoyed to which you giggled, petting the Soonie.
“Ok out now! I was not done with mommy” he said to the cats pointing at the door.
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Happy Birthday Remus!
Warning: Lol, this is literally just smut. Smutty smut smut.
Female/male receiving, oral, edging, degradation, Fem!dom, Spitting, creampie, basically explicit sexual content. Minors DNI
Description : Remus wants something special for his birthday, something out of the norm.
Wolfstar x Fem!Reader
Word count : 1721
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Here you were.
It was ridiculous really.
You always behaved, maybe needy, but never bratty. Yet Remus and Sirius always found a way to push you out of your comfort zone.
So here you were.
Straddling Sirius as his arms were bound by leather to the head board, only in his boxers. Normally it would be the other way around. Sirius was not submissive and quite the bratty bottom. Sirius smirked up at you, challenging you just knowing he could easily get his revenge.
You see it was Remus’s birthday and you’ve always been very eager to please. You remember the day before asking what varying chocolate sweets Remus would want for his birthday. You knew he had a hard time accepting gifts, but you knew he’d appreciate some baking. So you wander into the living room to see Remus lying against Sirius as he read. Sirius was drawing lazy circles against Remus and you forgot why you weren’t settled there too, before you snapped out of it.
“Rem, darling?”
Rising up from his very comfortable seat, he walked towards you, gave you a quick peck before responding, “Yes love?”
“I know chocolate cake is your favorite, but is there anything else you want me to make? Just ask and I’ll do it.
Remus smirked for a second, “anything?” he asked.
“Of course, silly.” You looked up at him questioningly. It’s his birthday, you weren’t likely to say no.
“I do want something for my birthday, but it’s not food.”
Sirius’s head popped up in surprise and as his eyes reached yours he found your reaction matched his own. Remus didn’t like people buying things for him. Before you could even ask what he wanted Remus was whispering something in your ear that made you shiver. Sirius arched his eyebrows at you in question and you just stared back, much too embarrassed to respond. Knowing how easy it was to get you flustered he turned to Remus for an answer. And that’s when Remus had the gull to laugh and say,
“Oh, you’ll find out”
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So here you were wearing a colour of lingerie that Remus adored on you, Straddling Sirius, not believing that Remus wanted you to dom him as he sat safely from a distance on a chair at the foot of the bed. It would be an easier task to make Remus the minister of magic than it would be to manage Sirius. You were a very gentle soul and that was one of the reasons the boys fell in love with you, but Remus had gained so much amusement at the prospect of you dominating the untameable, and it was his birthday, so you were forced to oblige.
There was Sirius with that menacing grin, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
You turned back to Remus for some sort of moral support but he just stared back, palming his bulge clearly eager for you to get a move on. Then Sirius did something that would have gotten you punished ruthlessly (by him no less) and thrust upwards at your core and stated, “come on, I thought you were supposed to be paying attention to me?”
You glared down at him. The audacity to edge you for hours for not responding quick enough, or not begging enough for his liking and you turn your head for one second and he has the nerve to act like that. Your usual gentle tone was diminished and if the tone wasn’t warning enough your words definitely were.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to move and let’s make one thing clear you fucking brat.” You didn’t see but you were sure Remus’s eyebrows were raised as Sirius returned your glare with ease “You are tied up for my pleasure right now, and through mine you’re tied up for Remus’s too. So if you can’t be a good boy I won’t hesitate to treat you with the same mercilessness that you treat me with. Are we understood?”
“Fine.” He grinned.
“That’s a start at least. Open your mouth.” you commanded.
When he didn’t do so you squeezed his jaw between your thumb and forefingers the same way he does, forcing his mouth open on your own.
“I said to open your mouth, I knew you were useless, but I wasn’t expecting you to be so dumb.”
It felt so good to use his words against him. Apparently slipping into a dom role would be easier than you thought. With your new surge of confidence you leaned forward and spat in his mouth. You clamped his jaw shut and plugged his nose quickly after.
“Swallow” you commanded.
And he did.
You started to grind down on him then earning a moan from Sirius.
“Aw you like that baby? Your cock is so hard right now, I bet it’s aching. Bet you want nothing more than to fuck me senseless. Too bad you’re such a brat. Do you wanna make it up to me?”
You continued grinding, but he said nothing. You slowed to a torturous pace, “I said do you wanna make it up to me”
“Yes” he said quietly.
“Speak up, Remus needs to hear you too love.”
“I said yes” and with that it was your turn to smirk.
You got up and removed your underwear and made your way to Sirius’s face to straddle that instead. Before you sank down you said, “I want you to make me cum with only your tongue before I even think about returning the favour.” Not bothering to wait for a response you sank down on him and surprisingly he was being obedient. As his tongue greedily lapped at your pussy you turned towards the chair at the end of the bed. Remus was jacking off, eyes hungrily watching.
“See, now that you’re finally being a good boy Remus can feel good too. I can’t believe you would make him wait so long you selfish brat.”
Sirius knew it would be too dangerous to respond so he just continued tonging your clit.
You decided to give him a little treat since you were getting so close and leaned back to pull his throbbing length out of his boxers and stroke it.
Remus was having the time of his life. He knew what potential you had. Especially seeing the slight defiance in your eyes when Sirius would make you call yourself a whore for them. You enjoyed making them feel good, but Sirius deserved a taste of his own medicine. He couldn’t wait to see what you would do next.
As you ground down on Sirius’s face he finally brought you to your release. Sirius was close too, and as his hips rushed up to meet your strokes more and more desperately you released his dick. He groaned in frustration.
“Don’t be a baby, you do this to me all the time and besides if you think a plaything like you gets to cum before the birthday boy you are sorely mistaken.” She undid his bonds “Stand up.”
Sirius was very happy to be free but as soon as he was you were using the same bonds to restrain his hands behind his back.
“On your knees, in front of Remus, now.”
Sirius eagerly obeyed, not wanted to risk the chance of not getting his release he needed so badly.
“Sirius I want you to beg for Remus’s cock.”
Sirius raised his eyes from Remus’s red, swollen member to Remus’s lustful gaze.
“Go on, what do you say? I'll give you a hint, you make me say it all the time.”
“Please.” Sirius quietly muttered.
“Please what?” this time Remus spoke up.
“Please may I suck your cock?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely”
Soon enough Remus was fucking Sirius’s face as you were knelt beside him. Placing delicate, yet intense kisses across his shoulders and neck, while still whispering the odd dirty statement. Loving that Remus turned the tables for you and excited for when Sirius would turn them back.
“Fuck, I’m coming.” Remus pulled out and watched intently as Sirius swallowed and as you cleaned up what Sirius missed.
“Please please I’ve been so good now can I please cum too?” Sirius asked looking at you.
“I don’t think so” Remus responded, “y/n has been much better than you so I think I’ll be making her cum again while you watch on the chair.”
It was so much fun watching tears roll down Sirius’s cheeks as Remus fucked you from behind.
Maybe it was your birthday instead you mused to yourself as Remus slammed his cock into you brutally, making sure you and Remus both would get to come for the second time that evening. Remus wrapped his arm around your neck and pressed your back to his chest, while his other one made his way to your clit mimicking the furious pace of his pounding.
“Isn’t she so pretty? Pads, look at her all fucked out. This is what a good pet looks like. Fuck she’s so tight, bet you wish you could cum in her pussy like I’m bout to.”
You just whined at that, completely aware of the fact you could climax by Remus’s words alone.
“You like that Pup? You like knowing you’re my good girl? Come on, be a good girl and make a mess on my cock.”
Your orgasm washed over you in a burst, Remus prolonged it by continuing to strive for his own high. Just before you were about to cry it was too much Remus was releasing his big load inside you. As you were both catching your breath you were interrupted by soft sniffles coming from the foot of the bed.
“Don’t cry sweetheart” Remus cooed “You can have your turn now. y/n do you wanna help our Siri out”
You gathered your strength and clambered off the bed. On all fours you made your way to Sirius before nestling yourself between his legs on your knees. Finally Sirius sighed in relief as your lips wrapped around his cock. If tonight taught him anything, it taught him he was going to be praising you much more for what you put up with.
“I love you y/n”
He really meant it, and not only because he was cumming down your throat.
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This one is for @longstoryshortm who still hasn't quite figured out Tumblr 😂
This one ended up longer than planned as well. Sorry friends.
Fluff 19- “i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”
Smut 15- “louder, i want them to hear you.”
1.2k fluff/smut drabble- Wanda x female reader (18+ only, explicit sexual scenes, swearing)
Translations- detka = baby
1K Celebration
“I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time,” you hear Natasha say as you walk into the living room.
You pout instantly, self consciously touching the hat on your head.
You had just returned home from the fair with Wanda, the two of you spending your day there to get away from the rest of the team for a while. You had enjoyed the chance to spend time alone with your girlfriend, with no prying eyes and ears that usually frequented the compound.
Wanda had been excited when she had won the ring toss game, her eyes lighting up with delight as she chose the koala beanie from the wall, her smile wide as the attendant handed it to her. You had thought she had grabbed it for herself but when she had presented it to you, your heart had fluttered in your chest.
The two of you had only been dating for a few months and you wanted to do everything in your power to make Wanda smile. Even if that meant wearing the ridiculous beanie for the rest of the day.
“Ignore her, detka,” Wanda said as she followed you through the door, “she’s just jealous that no one wins her cute shit to wear.” She punctuates her statement by poking her tongue out at Natasha, and you can’t help but giggle at the action.
“Oh trust me,” Natasha replies, “I’m not jealous of that beanie at all.”
You scowl at her as you watch Wanda’s face fall a little, annoyed at your friend for bringing down your girlfriends mood.
“Screw you, Romanoff,” you say, glaring at Natasha while she laughs at your outburst, “I happen to love this beanie.”
You tug it onto your head firmer to illustrate your point, watching the way Wanda’s smile returns. So what if you had to wear an embarrassing hat, if it got Wanda to smile you would wear it every day of your life.
“Hmm, no thanks,” Natasha chimes in, “I’ll have to pass on that offer. I’ve heard what you sound like during sex and I was traumatised.”
You choke on air at her words, your face turning bright red as Natasha laughs at your reaction.
“She’s just lying,” Wanda tries to reassure you, her hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly. “Besides,” she continues shooting you a wink, “I like the noises you make.”
“I like yours more,” you tell Wanda once you’ve regained control of your lungs again, pulling her in for a searing kiss.
“Ugh, you two are sickening,” Natasha comments, standing and leaving the room. “Just don’t fuck on the couch, I happen to like this one.”
You just flip her off, deepening the kiss with Wanda as she walks away.
//
Your soft sighs fill the room as Wanda gently pushes two fingers into you, her thumb circling your clit. You grip the sheets of your bed, feeling the pleasure building inside of you.
Wanda lies next to you, her naked body pressed to your side as she kisses your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
You feel her curl her fingers, hitting that spot inside you that normally makes you scream her name. Natashas words from earlier are still playing on your mind though, so instead, you bite your lip to suppress your moans.
Wanda’s mouth leaves your neck immediately, her head popping up to study you intently, a furrow between your brows.
“Are you not enjoying this, detka?” she asks with a frown. “We can stop if you want to.”
“N-no,” you stutter out, Wanda’s fingers still moving inside you and causing the coil in your belly to tighten. “Please don’t stop, feels so good.”
Wanda smirks a little, her thumb pressing harder on your clit and causing you to gasp. You bring your hand up, stuffing your finger between your teeth and biting down to try and stifle the sounds she was pulling from you.
This time, Wanda stops her fingers, withdrawing them slowly and causing you to whimper at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
“What’s wrong?” she questions, trying to meet your eyes but you look away. “Why are you so quiet tonight?”
“It’s stupid,” you mumble, hoping she wouldn’t hear you.
“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you,” she tells you, hooking her finger under your chin and turning your head to face her.
Her green eyes are filled with concern and you know that you’ll tell her anything. You were so unbelievably in love with her that you wouldn’t be able to deny her anything she asked.
“It’s just,” you begin, closing your eyes as you feel your cheek burning in embarrassment, “I can’t stop thinking about what Nat said earlier. I’m just worried that maybe I am too loud.”
“Open your eyes, detka,” she whispers and you comply, your eyes snapping open to meet hers.
She smiles warmly at you, bending down to press her lips to yours tenderly. You sigh into the kiss, Wanda’s hand travelling along your body and slipping between your legs once more.
She breaks the kiss, resting your foreheads together as her eyes lock on yours. Her fingers slip back inside you, easily sinking into your dripping centre. She moves them slowly, the friction barely enough to give you any relief.
“Like I said earlier,” she tells you, her gaze intense, “I like the sounds you make. I never want you to hold back, I want to hear you scream my name.”
Her fingers begin moving faster, her thumb returning to your clit and pulling a moan from the back of your throat.
“That’s it, detka,” she encourages you, adding a third finger and stretching you, “louder, I want them to hear you. I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”
“Fuck, Wanda. I’m close” you cry out loudly as Wanda curls her fingers again, your orgasm building quickly.
“Louder than that,” she whispers in your ear before beginning to kiss her way down your body, “I want to hear you scream.”
Her fingers are hitting deep inside you, your legs beginning to shake as your cries begin to grow louder. You’re chanting Wanda’s name like a prayer, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
As soon as Wanda’s tongue presses against your clit you explode, your walls clenching around her fingers as she pumps you through your orgasm. You try and push her head away weakly, but she continues to move her tongue against you, lapping at your centre as her fingers continue their frantic pace.
The second orgasm hits you out of nowhere, the intense rush of pleasure has you screaming Wanda’s name loudly as your thighs close around her head. Your body shakes with the aftershocks, Wanda’s hand slowing as you begin to come down.
She withdraws her fingers, lapping gently at you to clean you up. You can feel her smile as you jerk against her, the last of your orgasm slowly fading as you try to catch your breath.
She moves back up your body, leaning down to kiss you. You groan into the kiss, tasting yourself on her tongue as it dances with yours.
“Much better,” she tells you after she pulls away, a smug smile on her face. “Now I wonder how loud I can get you to scream next time.”
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