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raitonsfw · 4 months

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jjk men: sub edition

characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, okkotsu yūta, kamo chōsō, & sukuna ryōmen.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, gn!reader (gojo), sub!characters, vibrating sex toys (gojo's and geto's), face riding (yuta's), pegging (choso's), refusal to submit (sukuna's), whining, whimpering, pleading, begging, dirty talk, bondage (gojo's), p in v intercourse (geto [riding] & sukuna [mating press]), anal sex (choso's obvi), slight rim play (gojo's), degrading & praising, pet names, gojo selfishly whines, geto can't keep his composure, okkotsu loves you, choso's completely fucked out, sukuna shares a body with itadori (& doesn't care about your kinks), fyi the reader isn't very dominant (more neutral, maybe i'll write another one of these with a dom!reader later on)

a/n: this came about 'cause of some hate from an anon about me writing satoru gojo whimpering & that men shouldn't whimper or moan? next time, be a dear and send it off anon? i'll answer you more thoroughly that way. i love having the option that is 'write to spite'. wc: 3.2k total. m.list

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❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮…❞ who isn’t really all that submissive– at least not on the surface. in public his exterior shone a haughty personality but in the midst of silk sheets, he whined like a little bitch.

soft whines of ‘please, baby…’ and ‘r-right there– yes…’ as you moved the vibrator towards the tip of his cock. he was sitting up against the headboard, his knees slightly bent and his bright eyes were glued on your hand that held the small pink wand.

you knew gojo quite well, the man could withstand almost anything sorcery related; curses expelling out left and right, best friends turned enemies– but he couldn’t handle the juddering feeling of a sex toy. he’d practically short-circuit. his entire body would freeze up as you ran it along the side of his thigh, a dulled lust sinking within his eyes and suddenly his cock would be rock hard.

you’d watch as his legs would spread open for you, a quiet obedience held within the air and you’d hum in content as he let you shed his trousers and boxers. and holy shit, it was so intoxicating to take in how fucking hard he got just from the slight indication of the vibrator buzzing up his thigh.

he wouldn’t be quiet for long though, no– that was just for show. as soon as your hand grabbed at his flushed cock, a choked gasp would follow and a bunch of pleas would spill out of his mouth like a waterfall.

“need the toy– give me the toy…”

“y/n, baby…sweetheart– c’mon...”

“please, don’t want your hand right now–”

“‘m sorry, i’m so sorry– fuck-!”

and despite his empty words (and the rushed apology when he vaguely realized his mistake), the vibrator would be set to the near highest setting. ‘cause there was something so hot watching him squirm from such a delicate thing, bulleting at an overstimulating press firsthand.

god, you could get drunk off of his whimpers and cries as they spilled from his mouth every time you ran the vibrator over a vein on the underside of his cock… his jolts of pleasure when you upped the setting by a hair as he was so sensitive and even the slightest change would send him spiraling… the constant clenching and unclenching of his fists within the confines of his blindfold– courtesy of you tying it that way.

you had the right mind not to edge him, his voice pitching higher and higher each second you ran the droning sensation over his slit, precum slathering the toy. his chest rose and fell quickly as you switched the settings to a different rhythm, his back arching out towards you and his cock bobbing against his tummy with a loud whine escaping him.

his head had knocked back into the headboard with his eyelids fluttering closed, a fucked out expression washing over his face as his thighs trembled– as his whole body trembled in front of you. you knew he was close; the tiny whimpers felling long with each stroke of the toy and the way his muscles tightened in his stomach with each roll of his hips as he desperately feigned for more friction.

which led you to take a quick gamble– and press the toy right against his rim.

you didn’t even have time to replace your hand on his cock as he painted his shirt white. long spurts decorated it, nearly up to his chin and you hummed softly to yourself as you pumped him through his release, your name heavy on his lips as he rode it out. you cooed out praises as he bucked into your hand, dribbling the rest of his cum all over it with small pants filling the room.

and as soon as he came down, his hands were slipping from his blindfold and pinning you underneath him– it was your turn now.

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮…❞ who’s slightly submissive– but knows how to keep his composure. it wasn’t often you got to see him needy, the man wasn’t exactly enthralled in giving you a show; so instead of begging for what he needed, he did everything in his power to please you.

the most he’d give you were tiny hums from the constant drag of his cock as you rode him, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. when he had the pleasure of cumming inside you – when he could because you’d fall apart against him in mere minutes – you’d hear the most sinful whimpers bare from his throat, his hands gripping your hips as he gasped for breath.

you couldn’t escape the cuddling afterwards either, the quiet contented sighs that captured you whole as he worked his body around yours in a tight embrace when the stars fell away from your eyelids. his mind would be reeling with the aftermath, still painfully hard in his boxers since he didn’t finish; but you came on his cock and that’s all that mattered to him.

but there were just some days where he needed you more than ever – and the aching pleasure of his cock spasming inside you – a pliant buzz reigning him in as he heard you come home. his arms would wrap around your waist as you’d toss your keys onto the kitchen counter and you’d feel his breath fan against your ear as he spoke, a slight whine etched in his voice.

“y/n, come to the bedroom with me…”

“ah–! shit… please?”

“need you tonight… can’t wait any longer–”

“gotta be inside you– right now.”

and you thought it was the usual routine, you laid out underneath him with his cock driving into you like no tomorrow. but as you were pulled into the bedroom, the box of sex toys you shared with him had been dumped over the bed and you realized his neediness and the sound that droned lightly from him– the vibrating cock ring was missing.

you weren’t exactly sure if geto ever acted submissive in his life, never really wanting to push him too far as he already did so much for you; he never seemed bothered by the lack of reciprocation. but when he came home with the cock ring and your life sure flipped a sudden switch, your collected man reduced to nothing but a puddle as you drove him to the edge over and over again.

as you fully sank onto his cock, his ring would vibrate against your folds and you’d sigh out in relief when you noticed his face screwed up in pleasure– and pain as he was already so close to his godforsaken orgasm. needy– fucking desperate whines would leak from his mouth as you bounced lightly on him, some hiccuped noises escaping him and– oh? he might cry.

his hair was splayed out on the pillows, some of it stuck to his sweaty shoulders as the corners of his eyes brimmed with tears, his hands clutching onto you for dear life. he wouldn’t say anything, too drunk off of the overstimulation of your pussy and the vibrations pushing him over the edge; except he couldn’t cum yet. not until you took off the cock ring and honestly, did you really want to?

this was one of the only times you saw this side of him after all.

you eventually let him cum, pulling off his cock to ease the ring off while instructing him softly not to cum until he was inside you. and he’d be damned if he didn’t shoot off inside you, holding himself back for all of ten seconds before the feeling of your walls warm around him pushed him over– you felt him twitch inside you and a lengthy moan accompanied as he tried his best to pull you close into him through it.

he stole kisses from you afterwards, his demeanor returning to the same old facade he encased himself in and you wondered if you buy him vibrating beads– what would that do to him?

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚…❞ who is just the right amount of submissive. he would quiver at the faintest feel of your fingers ghosting his cock as he knelt before you. his eyes would be nearly blown wide, taking in your composure as his falls away when you bend down eye level to him.

he’d know better than to buck into your hand like a poor puppy, desperate for any friction you could give him as his fingers reach out to grip at your clothing. and he wouldn't even realize he broke a rule as he repeated in his brain ‘don’t thrust’ into the warmth of your palm.

as you backed away, you’d notice the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes, the pout that would cross his face when he tried to retrace his movements– and then his mouth would be going a mile a minute with apologies.

“baby… i’m sorry! i’ll be good, i promise– i won’t touch you again.”

“please… forgive me? use me to get off…”

and that wasn’t a bad idea in your eyes as you thought it over, squatting back up to let him breathe. god, he was so pliant with you, complete putty– pulled and stretched out for you. his cock curved up towards his tummy as it stood proudly from the confines of his jujutsu uniform; he was so excited he didn’t even care to unzip his zipper, he just pulled himself out ‘cause you told him to.

as you finally allowed him up onto the space of the bed after his relentless regret, a muffled ‘thank you’ spilled from his lips before you could even position yourself onto his face and you clutched the headboard to steady yourself; because he wasn’t allowed to touch– and he sure knew that as he was chanting it in his mind.

he needed you to use him, to just sit right on his tongue and ride him mercilessly; it’s what he deserves for breaking one of your rules. but you were nice, you weren’t mean with your punishments and honestly this seemed more like a reward for him. he was manipulative, that one– you had to be careful as he could get you to do anything for him with just a glassy eyed look and a pout.

his hands grasped at the sheets for leverage as you sat down against him, his tongue not hesitating in the slightest to swipe over the swell of your clit and you huffed out a relieved moan. you didn’t falter, your hips rolling against his mouth with the shock of warm pleasure flowing through your body. and he reciprocated your moans, humming gently into you as he lapped at your arousal trickling against the tip of his tongue.

and all he wanted to do was touch you – bury his fingers inside you and fuck the life out of you – anything for his girl. but he knew the moment he moved his fingers from the threaded sheets, you’d pull off with a whine falling from his lips. god, did he want to please you– and he wanted it in return; his cock was aching even as it laid against his tummy. he couldn’t take it anymore, between the sweet taste of your slick running down his chin and the insane amount of precum building at the tip of his cock– he begged.

“fuck, please touch me… won’t cum til you say so, i swear–”

“just need your hands on me, y/n honey… l-love you so much– god, thank you.”

when you leaned back to pull him off, your other hand feathered into his hair and you caught a glimpse of his dark rimmed eyes staring back up with such profound desire– you just knew he wouldn’t last more than a few seconds.

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨…❞ who takes the cake for being the most submissive slut known to man. when you sunk into him the first time with the strap nudging into him subtly, he couldn’t help but let out a choked whimper. he would be so fucking full– his rim clenching harshly around you and you’d coo at him; some praises that did you no good as he could barely hear you through the pounding rush of blood in his ears.

you couldn’t even begin to fathom the drunk passion you felt for this boy, arching his back for you as you started to ease yourself in all the way– it was fucking insane and you weren’t even the one with your nerves on fire. he’d grip at the sheets with a wanton moan, pushing back onto the strap with eager hips and it took everything in you not to collapse onto him with the heated arousal you felt in your cunt.

you’d be on your toes, basically straddling the poor boy’s hips, your hands flush against his waist to keep you steady and all you’d hear was ‘more, please… i can take it–! need you to move.’ christ, you haven’t even gotten your bearings yet and he’s begging for you to pound him into the fucking mattress.

his spiked hair wouldn’t be in their usual ponytails, it sleeked down the back of his neck and soon, it was going to be balled up in your palms while you fucked the living shit out of him.

once you actually rolled your hips into his tight hole, a broken moan flew out of his mouth and his head drooped down onto the side of the bed. his entire body shook in pleasure as you thrusted into him shallowly, hushed pants coming from him as his cock dripped onto the sheets beneath you.

you noticed his cock rather quickly– and how neglected it looked, hanging between his legs with a reddened flush and you snaked your hand underneath him to tug at it a bit, earning a repressed whimper that was muffled in the sheets he buried his face into. before you knew it, your hips found a rhythm you were content with and one he was ecstatic with, his body jolting upwards with every stroke of his cock and bruising of your strap.

you knew you nailed his prostate when his head snapped up, his entire body shuddering around you. his moan was so sharp in your ears, it delved straight towards spine and you threaded your fingers into his hair with the words ‘good boy, that’s it… that’s the spot?’ leaking from your mouth in a soft tone. to which he nodded, a heavy need carving out his common sense and replacing it with nothing whines and whimpers.

‘soo good, thankyouthankyouthankyou–’

‘right there, keep going…’

and you did, even when you noticed his tongue loll out of his mouth– the fucked out expression blatant on his face as you pulled his head back to look at you. his violet eyes were watery, his mouth completely open in near silent moans as you pounded into him now, and you swore you saw a blood tear drip from his mark as he squeezed his eyes shut through a particular thrust. and now he begged for you, pleaded like no tomorrow as you fucked him senseless; his entire mind clouded with nothing but ecstasy.

‘am i being a good boy? please– tell me i’m being a good boy for you…’

‘fuck me harder, yeah– yes… shit–! so close…’

as he came around the strap, you watched in awe– ropes of cum spurting against the sheets and harsh gasps filled the air as you kissed down his back with your hands massaging his waist through the heavy orgasm. you ran a quick finger down his spine, reveling in the way he trembled against you as you pulled out of him.

you wouldn’t even talk to him properly afterwards, just tiny adorations; because you knew as soon as he came to, he’d be out like a light.

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧…❞ who isn’t submissive at all. the king of curses didn’t have a submissive bone in his body– completely overtaken by the dominant hull. you’ve tried to make him submit – more than once – but it never worked out in your favor.

your hands would delve towards his shoulders to pin him down as you rode him– well, tried to ride him as his cock pounded up into you harshly– but you’d be thrown off in an instant, a mating press following suit so you couldn’t move underneath him.

you’d whine for him to take you more than once in a single night, in pursuit of overstimulating him– but you failed to realize just how much stamina he had and you ultimately ended up being the one overstimulated with your cunt stuffed full of his cum each and every time.

there were some days where he played along with your endeavors to be nice. sometimes a quiet whine would fill his throat before replacing it with hefty growls and grunts while you sucked his cock. and other times he’d let you have the upper hand for more than a half a second, reveling in the way your body moved against him to try to overtake him.

your tits would bounce right in his face and it made him think twice– he almost begged for them, wanting nothing more than to take them into his mouth and litter them red with teeth marks. but that thought left his mind rather quickly as your cunt pressed warmly against his cock, stirring it awake from its confines and it was game over.

there was no way he’d beg for a lowly human.

why would he need to when you gave yourself up to him so easily? you’d practically jump him as soon as he switched with itadori, strong arms holding onto you as you pushed him onto the bed. but of course, he could flip you over in an instant and he would, his cock dragging deliciously along your walls within the next two minutes.

as much as it was fun to watch you squirm and cry about him not letting up his dominance, it also turned him on immensely. his cock would ache inside you as you begged for him to make a needy noise… his eyes would threaten to roll back as you clenched around him in hopes he would show some type of submission… and he’d have to recollect himself when you breathed hot in his ear that he was such a good boy for fucking you so well. why the fuck did that affect him?

but once he grounded himself, you were in trouble– his cock pounding into you with heinous phrases leaking from his mouth. he couldn’t bear to listen to you anymore, the idea drove him insane– a fucking human shouldn’t be calling him wretched pet names like that. so to shut you up, his palm would end up on your mouth and his tongue there would shove straight into it. he just needed to fuck the kink out you, that’s all.

and of course being the curse that he is, once you couldn’t speak, he’d tease (berate) you about your subby needs.

“ah, so you get off on pussy men now?”

“don’t look away from me, doll, answer the question.”

“what– you want me to whine and beg for you like a goddamn pup? i don’t think so.”

“now hold your legs open ‘n take my cock… like a normal fucking human.”

yeah, you tried and all it got you was a sore cunt each time, unable to walk without a bit of a wobble– his devilish smirk and targeted eyes followed you every step of the way before he relinquished his form to itadori in the morning.

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lovebugism · 8 months

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ok reader x eddie having a casual conversation about sex, talking about what they're both into, leading to some smut??? just hearing what eddie's into sounds so hottttt (i imagine its filthy,, sorry)

ty for requesting! hope you like it!! — a failed date with eddie leads to a night in and several confessions (established relationship, mostly fluff, talks of sex but no actual smut 18+, 1.6k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie Munson is a hopeless romantic.

Not because he loves like it’s breathing (though some would argue otherwise), but because his attempts to be affectionate with you are complete and utter failures.

He had a whole romantic day planned. A late lunch, a quick walk, and then sunset at the park. Honestly, it probably would’ve been a pretty metal date if it was any day other than this one — the biggest flood of the whole goddamn year.

You got to the diner just fine but had to rush back to the trailer in the rain since he didn’t have his van. Thankfully, it waited to outright pour until he got you home. Now, his leather jacket — which you’d used as a makeshift umbrella — hangs beside the opened window to dry.

The orange autumn breeze rolls over your bare bodies like silk (because, of course, an innocent shower after getting drenched in the rain couldn’t not end in getting dirty again).

“Was all this just a ploy to get me into bed?” you tease, tracing the freckles on his back with the tip of your finger. “’Cause you coulda just asked, you know? I would’ve said yes.”

Lying flat on his stomach, Eddie laughs into his folded-up arms. His deep brown hair brushes his pale shoulders when he turns to look at you. His smile is swollen and rosy and crooked.

“You got me, princess. Making my girlfriend walk in disgusting weather was all a part of my evil plan.”

“I wouldn’t say it was evil.”

“No?”

“Sinful, maybe. Sexy, even,” you joke with a lopsided grin. “But no, not evil.”

“Is that so?” he lilts as he rises on his elbow to prop his cheek on his fist.

You shake your head and roll onto your back. Your eyes flit to the spotted ceiling. A smirk blossoms on your lips. “I feel like evil would imply that it was hurtful in some way. And that thing you did in the shower felt way too good to be evil.”

“What thing?” the boy wonders with pinched-together brows.

You shoot him a look. “You know…” you hum vaguely, expectantly.

“No. I don’t, actually,” Eddie laughs, mostly at himself. “I’m kinda dumb, in case you forgot.”

“You’re not dumb, Eds.”

“Stop being sweet. You’re deflecting.”

You concede with a small huff. “That… That thing. With your mouth. When you pressed me against the wall and— please, don’t make me describe it, Eddie,” you ramble, then cut yourself off to whine.

He meets your grimace with a boyish grin. “I don’t know. I kinda like hearing you talk about it.”

“I’ll die,” you deadpan.

“You’re so dramatic.”

His words are harsh, but his pink smile is kind. He kisses you with it after — a smacking peck to the corner of your mouth that migrates rather quickly. He sprinkles his lips along your jaw and chin and neck.

That’s where he lingers.

Eddie finds your pulse point and goes a half-inch higher, just like he did while he was fucking you against the shower wall. You nearly came the first time he kissed you there.

He sucks at the delicate skin until he leaves another faint mark. The feeling of his tongue and teeth on your newfound sweet spot makes your toes curl. It has you moaning out loud before you mean to.

His lips audibly smack when he pulls away.

“That thing?” he wonders, smiling down at you like he already knows the answer.

Your thighs clench together. Your bones are made of mush. “That thing,” you repeat in the affirmative.

“Well, if we’re sharing secrets…” Eddie singsongs, then leans in all close like he’s about to spill the latest gossip. His fingers spread out along your bare waist, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I really liked it when you got all mean.”

You hadn’t thought much of it, then — when Eddie edged you on the counter with his fingers and laughed when you writhed.

You didn’t even let him make it up to you after, just sucked him off and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Don’t cum ’til I tell you to, understand?” you’d said. “Or I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re gonna watch.”

He was a good boy for you, though, and you let him fuck you in the shower.

Your nose scrunches in muted embarrassment. “I wasn’t being that mean, was I?”

“No. I mean, you could certainly get meaner…” Eddie assures with a shake of his head, then grins as his fingers crawl up your ribcage. You fight back a shiver. “Which I think could be preferable from time to time.”

“So, you want me to be more… dominant?”

He shrugs a pale, freckled shoulder. “Yeah. Sometimes. I like watching you get all dumb for me, don’t get me wrong, but every time you get a little mean, I almost cum in my pants.”

The blatant confession makes you go slightly stupid. You just nod at him, lazy and unblinking. “Yeah. I can do that. You know, if that’s what you want.”

“I do want,” Eddie hums, matching your sloppy head shake. His nicotine-coated breath fans across your cheek. “Very, very much.”

“But not all the time, though, right?”

“No. Not all the time. Just… sometimes— when the moment’s right or whatever.”

“Sure…”

Eddie’s grin broadens when you trail off. A faraway look glazes over your eye. His brows raise expectantly. “What’s that look for?”

You blink rapidly as you descend from the clouds. Shaking your head, you dismiss him. “Nothing. Nothing— I just… I did kinda like not letting you come right away.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Eddie concurs, suddenly breathless.

Your gaze flits to his, mousy and twinkling. Your hands fidget above the covers. “And I kinda wanna try letting you cum and maybe… not stopping…”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. His mouth opens to respond, but he forgets how to speak. He barely remembers to breathe.

“Is that… Is that weird?” you ask, forcing a laugh at his unusual silence.

“No!” he blurts, sounding much louder in the honeyed quiet of his bedroom. “No, that’s… That’s really hot, actually. Like, really hot.”

He zones out just like you had. The imagery of it all makes his stomach whirl. He’s done it to you a number of times — brought you to the edge and kept on pushing you over until you pushed him away. But he’d never thought about ever doing it to himself till now.

Actually, there’s quite a lot of things he’s done to you that he might enjoy himself if he thinks about it.

The thought alone opens a world of possibility in his wild, wild head.

“Can I tell you about something I was thinking about the other day?” he wonders suddenly.

Though slightly startled by the blurted question, you nod. “Of course.”

His gaze flits away from yours. His hand fidgets at your waist, fingers softly scratching at your burning skin. “You know my handcuffs? The ones I clip on my jeans sometimes?”

Again, you nod.

“Well, I— I have the keys, you know? So it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we— you know— if we used them…”

“On me?” you press, brows pinched in distant concern.

Eddie shakes his head immediately. “No. I know you don’t like that.”

“So… on you?”

“Yeah. Maybe. If you want,” the boy mumbles, suddenly shy in a way you’ve only seen a handful of times — including earlier, when he was begging to cum in your mouth. “I just think it could be cool, you know? Like, you could tie me up and just… use me. If you want,” he repeats.

“Use you?” you repeat with a soft laugh.

He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t— I don’t really care about getting off as much as I care about you getting off, you know? I just… wanna take care of you. Want you to take what you want.”

You open your mouth to respond only to find that all words have lost meaning. Your brain is a jumbled mess of alphabet soup. So you just nod, dumb at the very thought.

Eddie’s hand rises from the covers. His palm settles warm at your jaw. His fingers smell faintly of sex as his calloused thumb smooths across your chapped lips. “You could, like, rub yourself on my cock. Get yourself off on top of me,” he murmurs lowly to you, a quiet and crooked grin pulling at his mouth. “Wouldn’t that be metal?”

“Yeah…” you answer with a sigh, getting lost in the daydream right along with him. “Wouldn’t put you inside me at first, either. Not until you’re begging for it.”

His smile widens. “Exactly.”

“Then I’ll ride you until you make me cum.”

Eddie nods, egging you on. He tucks his face into your neck, if only to conceal how ardently he’s blushing. He hides his pink cheeks between your jaw and shoulder and kisses you where he knows it’ll drive you crazy.

“Mhmm?” he urges, muffled.

You sigh a faint moan. Your fingers curl in his wild hair. You press your lips to his temple and continue. “And I’ll let you come, too. Eventually… But I won’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he groans into your pulse.

“Not until you’ve filled me up three times—”

“Oh, fuck…”

You tug at his hair with a soft, stern touch you think you could learn to master for him. His lips click faintly when he parts from you. He blinks down at you with glassy chocolate eyes.

“Something like that?” you wonder, feigning innocence with a sweet-sounding lilt.

Eddie nods, sloppy and stupid. He stammers. “Yeah… Yeah. Some—Something like that.”

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dante-mightdie · 14 days

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I’m sorry but I must share—what would you think of Cult-leader! Price who finds a distraught, bruised and bloodied reader who ran away from home and takes her to his warm lodge to nurse her back to health and feed her. The poor thing looked like a frightened doe as he found her and he merely wanted to help her but the longer she stayed with the tight-knit community in the depths of the woods the more harder it is to leave. After reader feels more better and wants to take off, she tries to phone her family/friends yet there is no service. Price tells her that unfortunately the service cables were destroyed by a Wilde moose or something and that it would take three weeks or so til the repairmen come. He still offers her to stay longer in his lodge—of course sooner expecting her to help out. Afterall, he provided her with shelter and food, it’s the least she could do. Days pass in a blur and the longer reader stays the lodge the more she starts to forget why she even was stuck here in the first place. What seemed at first as unusual, like the weird nightly feasts that Price and his people make, becomes a familiar tradition of sorts. It’s tradition—he assures. It’s status quo and all the other weirdly hunts that they make at every full moon are only a friendly little game—nothing serious. Or so Reader is fed to belief. It’s not until reader herself gets caught up in all the festivities and rituals that she becomes the very prey that Price hunts each full moon. Only that this time the sacrifice won’t be small pesky rodents but reader herself. As reader is the perfect fit to Price’s family. The mother of his loyal cult. Soft and pliant and perfectly ripe for such role.

Anyways—these worms have been wringling in my mind all day. Ty for letting me get this off of my chest.

Ps: Love your writing, ty for your previous brainrot <3.

no but just imagine him chasing you through the woods <3333

c/w: kidnapping, cult dynamics, predator/prey, dub-con, non-con, p-in-v sex, no prep penetration, dacryphilia, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth

gets you all prettied up in a long red dress, telling you it’s all part of the tradition but you seem to be the only one wearing red. he keeps you sat besides him the whole night, ignoring your worried complaints about the uncanny smiles every one is sending your way

he keeps a hand planted on your thigh the entire time, thumb soothing over your skin as he offers you slow-cooked meats and sweet wine. and when the full moon rolls around and john drags you to the edge of the forest with an excited grin on his face, it finally clicks what his plans are

he keeps you locked in his arms whilst his hands feel up and down your waist, over your hips and ass. grunts and heavy groans filling your ears as his lips brush over the skin. “don’t worry, sweetheart. we won’t be apart for long.”

he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, breathing in your scent. “I’ll find ya nice and easy then we can get to work on continuing my legacy. have ya knocked up in no time, baby…”

he gives his people some long speech about family and responsibility, bloodlines and destiny. about how it’s time he settled down and had a brood of children of his own to carry on everything he has built. the whole time he has you pinned against him, your back to his chest. no one notices the way he pulls his cock out just enough to tap the tip against your puffy folds before tucking himself away

he gives you a 15 minute headstart, you spend the first few minutes still stood at the tree line. you begged and pleaded with him not to do this but he just laughed and began putting on some form of tac-gear. you eventually took off running after 5 minutes, your vision blurred by the darkness of the night

if your heavy breathing and panting didn’t give away your location, then your constant stumbling over would. you could hear twigs breaking and animals rustling around in every direction but you couldn’t see more than a few centimetres in front of your face

you clutch the lace fabric of your skirt, your feet dredging through the mud until you hear and feel them splash against the tide of some body of water. you squeak loudly when your feel the icy cold temperature frost your skin

you crouch down, collecting some of the water and splashing it on your face in an attempt to calm your breathing. the adrenaline courses through your veins as your eyes dart around, unable to make anything out in the night

you spend the next few hours wandering around blindly, an impending sense of doom building up under your skin with each passing hour in which the sun doesn’t rise. you stop to catch your breath, kneeling in the earth below you. your nails dig into your thighs over the material of your dress, your eyes still struggling to make out your nearby surroundings

your breath still when you hear a twig crunch a few feet to your left, muscles freezing when you try and listen out for your surroundings. your heart thumps loudly in your chest whilst your nails dig into the earth below you. there’s nothing but a few seconds of silence before you hear footsteps rushing towards you in quick succession

there’s no time for you to scream when a large hand, wrapped in a tactical glove, covers your mouth and squeezes your jaw closed. the darkness impairing your vision meant you were forced to only be able to feel as you are manhandled into a crude position

his mean grip entangled with your hair keeps you pinned to the ground, your cheek smushed into the cold surface of the earth. you feel rocks and gravel digging into the skin of your knees, engraving their shape into your flesh. you thrash and kick in his grip but he keeps you firmly pinned, his crotch pressed against your bare cunt when he takes his hand off of your mouth to tear the flimsy fabric of your dress off

the bitter chill of the night attacks your skin instantly, making you whine out when you feel goosebumps begin to prickle all over your body

“quit yer squirmin’, woman. only makes me ‘arder when you grind against my cock like that.” he grunts in your ear, bucking his hips against your ass. you sob and squirm, trying to break free except you only end up pushing yourself further back against his throbbing erection

he wastes no time unzipping his cargos, the smell of smoky sweet tobacco filling your nostrils. a pleasant change from the dry dirt you were smelling before. he doesn’t bother undoing the top button of his pants, reaching into the open zip and pulling his cock out. he lets it fall against your wet cunt with a small plap

he wraps one arm around your hips from behind, using his other to pull your upper body up to slot right against the uncomfortable feeling of his tactical gear. he does this just so he can plant his hand right back over your mouth before bending you back over onto your hands and knees

“yer gonna make such a beautiful mother to my family. aren’t ya, darlin’?” his words drown out your muffled protests, his hips sloppily grinding against your ass. his cock slipping between your folds, nudging against your clenching hole each time

“gonna keep yer belly round ‘nd yer tits leaking for at least the next 5 years, dovie…” he groans, jumping you from behind like a feral dog in heat. his lips whispering filthy things in your ear, promises of knocking you up and talks of twins

he lets out the human equivalent to a howl when his hips finally manage to angle his cock right enough to breach past your slippery hole, sliding all the way to the hilt with one easy thrust. the bush of curls decorating the base of his cock tickle your folds when he grinds into you, adjusting your hole to the stretch

his hands switch positions, one tangling itself into your hair and the other pinning both of your wrists to the small of your back. your upper body is suspended in mid-air as he begins a brutal pace of thrusts, leaving your mouth uncovered so he can listen to your pleasured wails

the quiet forest is filled with the sound of wild nightlife and the rhythmic pap pap pap of johns ballsack colliding with your clit. your tits bounce with the force of each thrust as you sob out, “please, john! please…!”

he shushes you, yanking on your hair slightly like tugging on the reins of a wild horse. he lets out a deep chuckles, looking down to watch his meaty cock slide in and out of your drooling pussy. “don’t worry, dolly. been preparing for this ever since you landed on my doorstep. wanked my cock every night thinkin’ about filling you up.”

he stops his words to let out a deep growl when he feels your walls clamp down tight against him, “didn’t cum once. saved it all for you, darlin’. nothing more important to me than giving you a few of my brats to take care of…”

you can feel his precum spilling into your womb, the warm feeling beginning to spread throughout your gut. he takes his hand out of your hair only to deliver a sharp slap to your ass before returning it to its former place

“gonna spend the rest of this full moon splitting you open on my cock, little lamb. then once yer good and bred, I’ll take you home and treat you exactly how my wife deserves to be treated…”

cut to nine months later, you’re sat up in bed on a warm summer’s night. two healthy, chubby babies asleep against your chest whilst your husband, john, brushes your sweaty hair back from your forehead

there’s a content smile on your face as you coo slightly down at your newborn twins, your voice still hoarse from your recent labour :(

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ttsukiimi · 2 months

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ೋ ⎯ you request a spicy night of bdsm with the jjk men.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ೋ ⎯ gojo x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, fem!sukuna x reader, bdsm (obv!), bondage, smut, unprotected sx, multiple orgasms (Sukuna), size difference, slapping, reader referred to as (baby (gojo), princess (toji), woman (hm..I wonder who…)

⟢ ⌒

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 was already halfway through tying your arms behind your back before he got impatient. But could you blame him? Your ass was practically in his face, cunt on display and he couldn’t ignore the hardness in his pants.

“Y’r just gonna have to be good for me and keep your arms like that, ‘Kay?” he mumbles into your ear, already reaching down and freeing his erection of its confines. Toji figured the half-assed job he did would hold you down anyway.

“B-but Toji, the whole point is you tying me,” you pouted, mumbling into the pillow as he pushed your head down. The fat tip of his cock soon slid between your folds, coating in your juices and prompting more slick to dribble out of you.

“Yeah, yeah,” he hums, slowly pushing himself in and hissing as your walls immediately clap down on him. “Don’t need to tie you down anyway,”

One more thrust and he was fully sheathed. Toji groaned, feeling your warmth around his dick.

He slid himself out and pummeled back in, his heavy balls slapping against your clit and causing a shriek to fall from your lips.

“Hm—fuck, you’re so deep..” you mewled, drooling against the pillow his strong hand drowned you into. Toji grinned smugly behind you and gave your ass a hot slap—one that immediately after left a red imprint on your cheek.

“Yeah, that’s fuckin’ right, princess.”

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𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 didn’t find anything wrong with the idea—rather, he found his cock rising under his sweats at the thought of tying you up. It didn’t help knowing how vulnerable you already were under his huge body most times, he knew you’d be absolutely hopeless and at his mercy.

Soon he was tying your wrists together, smirking at the little whines that left your lips. Though, he was enjoying this a little too much.

“Comfortable, baby?” He asked as he roamed his hands down your back, gripping the fat of your ass, and you gave him a meek but hurried nod.

“‘Toru just put it in already,” you’d mumbled, feeling impatience wash over you, pushing your backside flush to his hips and sensually grinding on him.

Stifling a groan, Satoru placed his blindfold over your eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll put it in reall soon.”

And he did.

But to your surprise and delight, the loss of sight made your other senses more sensitive. Your cunt quivered with every rough thrust Satoru drove into you, and your skin felt as if it were on fire with the way his rough palms grasped at your hips.

On the other hand, he was enjoying this just as much—if not more. You seemed to tighten around him harder than usual, not to mention the very fact that you weren’t trying to run away from every rut of his hips.

And he enjoyed the freedom he had over your body, snaking his hand to your clit, rubbing the nub of nerves in lazy figure eight’s until your body shook, overstimulated.

“You’re not—hah—supposed to enjoy it this much!” You moaned, feeling the head of his cock hit your sweet spot deliciously as he continued the motions of his hand. “‘S too much.”

“Mmm? Nothin’s too much, take what I give you.”

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𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 wasn’t exactly foreign to the idea. He’s had his fair share of partners and has played into their interests, whether it be in bed or just generally.

But, of all people, his mind couldn’t process why you were requesting such a thing. You’re so small and fragile Nanami just about had to hold himself back every time you got intimate, scared that he’ll hurt you.

Thus, he gives it more thought. Or at least tries to.

But when you’re grinding so greedily on him, begging him in that sugary tone, Nanami can’t think straight. And in the midst of his seducted haze, he follows up with your words.

He ties your arms above your head with his silken and watches as you hopelessly struggle—feeling a primal need to breed you.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he coos as he presses the drooling head of his cock in, watching your face intently.

“Ken, you’re so thick—!” you whimper, mouth agape as he begins to drive thrust after thrust into your poor cunt. Truth be told Nanami liked having your hands tied, but he found himself missing the pleasurable pain of your fingernails scratching down his back.

You squeezed around him so deliciously, causing him to groan. Nanami felt hot inside you, the rhythmic thump of him pulsing one that you lost yourself to.

It all felt surreal, the pleasure, the frustration of not being able to freely touch him—but you knew one thing was certain.

This wouldn’t be the last time.

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𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 scoffed as he looked down at you. “You wanna be tied up, huh?” he grinned, beckoning you to sit down on his lap.

Stupid as it seemed, his ego was hurt. Why would you need things to hold you down when his arms did just fine?

“Am I not rough enough with you, woman?” Sukuna questioned, his upper arms set on your waist while his lower ones made quick work of ripping your panties off in one fell swoop.

You flinched as you felt the material rip apart but keep your composure. “‘Kuna, I just wanna try something new..” you frowned as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Oh, we’ll try it.” he hummed, your body jolting as you suddenly felt him press against your pussy. “Just my way.”

Sukuna soon had you crying and begging on his cock as you came for the third time that night, rasping lewd things in your ear.

Instead of a rope binding your arms behind your back, it was his strong hands. One of Sukuna’s hands could easily hold both of yours in a bruising grip.

“Ah, ‘m too sensitive, please,” you sobbed out, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as he reached down and began to rub your clit.

Sukuna laughed as he mockingly kissed your forehead. “Give me two more orgasms and I’ll think about it.”

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suhsweet · 1 month

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tied up ⟡ hhj

wc: 3058 | pair: hj x afab!reader | genre: established relationship, 18+ (minors go away) | tags: sub!hyunjin, tied down!hyunjin, blindfolded!hyunjin, needy!hyunjin, he's desperate for reader, mirror stuff, he swears like crazy

summary: when you had the brilliant idea of tying hyunjin to a chair, blindfolding him, and driving him insane.

authors note: CONGRATULATIONS TO SKZ FOR ATTENDING THE MET GALA, OT8 IS INSANE <3

Hyunjin was confused when he saw the lone dining chair in the middle of your shared bedroom.

He was also confused when you had him by the wrist, pulling him towards said chair, and had him sit down.

But the moment he saw you pull out the blindfold from your pocket, he instantly knew.

And was instantly hard.

You giggled at the tent in his pants while you secured his arms behind the chair with a knot you had learned online, specifically for this moment.

“Baby,” he whispered breathlessly, the kind of whisper he used when observing his favorite artwork. With awe.

“Relax,” you nipped at his ear before standing before him, admiring a masterpiece of your own.

You were very well aware of your lover’s otherwordly good looks. One would think that the blindfold would mask his beauty. You couldn’t see the siren eyes that always burned with desire when focused on you. Yet, the blindfold only enhanced the bottom half of his perfect face.

Your eyes were drawn to the sharp tip of his nose, which you knew he loved to bury between your legs. To the pillowy lips which you could kiss all day. And to the sharp jaw, which was currently clenched.

“I don’t know where to start,” you sighed with mocking defeat as you observed his body. His lap looked so inviting that you just wanted to ride him already.

Hyunjin could hear the soft padding of your feet circling him. The change of air told him you were nearing, and his body grew warm in anticipation of what was to come. Since he couldn't see you, he was eager to feel your touch.

Where would you touch him first while he was restrained like this? He couldn’t help fidgeting around, but he wasn’t going to try to break out of the restraints.

“Touch me already,” Hyunjin groaned. “Please.”

A hand fisted his hair gently from behind, making him jump. Your other hand slid onto his shoulder to feel the firm muscle under the fabric of his shirt. It slithered towards his collarbone and trailed up to the expanse of his neck. The pads of your fingers softly grazed his Adam’s apple.

Your face buried itself onto the side of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nips as you smelt his cologne and body wash. Everything that made him, him. Made him yours.

“You always forget your manners Hyun,” you said.

“You drive me crazy.”

“You make me crazy too.” You kissed his cheek loudly.

The erotic, wet sound so close to his ear made him slump in defeat. With his hair freed from your fingers, his head lolled back limply and his blindfolded gaze looked towards the ceiling. The sight of his lips looking so presentable, like dessert on a plate, stole any restraint from you, and you couldn’t help but kiss his lips this time.

Hyunjin eagerly responded by kissing you back with more force than you had first given him. He nipped, and licked, and sucked at your lips like he was a starved man.

Which, to him, he was.

You eventually caught yourself, and abruptly pulled away. Hyunjin's lips were now swollen, a shade of cherry red. The sheen of your mixed saliva around the border of his lips caught the light as you moved yourself back in front of him.

He cursed softly at your sudden absence with a soft ‘fuck’. It was more to himself, than to you.

You kneeled in between his legs this time and rested your hands on his thighs. You giggled at the sight of Hyunjin’s head immediately tilted towards you as if he had x-ray vision that allowed him to see through the blindfold.

His breathing became more shallow as he barely felt the hint of your lips kissing from the side of his left knee, to his inner thigh, and onto his erection.

Your fingers expertly undid the button and zip of his pants and he was obedient when you had him raise his hips for you to slip them and his boxers off. You gripped his length firmly, not moving, not providing him any ounce of pleasure at all. You were simply holding it upright. You smiled up at him. “So hard for me.”

“All because of you.”

“That’s right baby. Say it again, louder.”

His response came out as a desperate sigh. “Mm, all because of you.”

You teased him by breathing hot air onto the tip, right where he was most sensitive. You pressed another wet kiss, making another of those erotic sounds. “What’s because of me?”

Hyunjin’s brows were furrowed under the blindfold. He was distraught, and desperate at this point. Your teasing was pushing him so close to the brink of insanity that he didn’t have the thought to be embarrassed of his pure desperation anymore.

“You make me so hard! Fuck! I’m so hard because of you. Fucking hard, because of you. So fucking hard. I need you, baby, please, please.”

You smiled, pleased as he continued to babble on.

His reward came in the form of a thick glob of saliva dripping off your tongue and onto the tip of his pretty cock. The sensation of it silenced him immediately, aside from his crazed breathing.

Your lips followed as you started practically making out with the tip of his erection, your saliva dancing in between your lips and his skin. Hyunjin groaned in response, the soft breathless sounds only egged you on.

As you finally brought him into your mouth, you looked up at him and tugged on the blindfold so that it fell around his neck.

He blinked at the sudden change of light, after having his eyes closed for so long. But when his vision cleared, and looked down at the sight of you between his legs, he immediately closed his eyes again.

His eyes fixed themselves on the ceiling as he tried to distract himself, trying to ignore the filthy sounds you made while pleasuring him. He didn’t stop the drawn-out ‘fuuuuuuuck’ that left his pretty lips.

“Don’t look away from me Hyunjin,” you warned him. He immediately brought his attention back onto you, and you could see that it pained him to do so from the way his face screwed up.

“I’m going to cum faster if I do.”

“Why’s that?”

He huffed at your innocent tone as if you were licking a lolly pop and not sucking out his soul. “You look fucking beautiful like this.”

“Good,” you replied. Maintaining eye contact, you slowly took him into your mouth. When your lips finally met the base of his cock, and he was at the back of your throat, you bobbed your throat twice before your gag reflex had you pulling away. He shouted your name sharply at you deep-throating him.

Hyunjin found it so hot that his cock had your eyes watering.

He sighed in relief, thanking whatever deity for giving him a brief break as you stood up and removed your hand. He didn’t want to cum yet, not without feeling your tight pussy wrapped around him.

But he went back to cursing as he watched you strip yourself. You even dared to turn your back towards him and bent over to drag your panties down your soft thighs. It gave him the view of your ass all up in his face. The scent of your pussy had him ready to bust right then and there.

You turned back towards him. Your hands gripped the back of the chair he sat on as you bent down to his level. You both gazed into each other’s eyes deeply. The eagerness, and the desperation in his, tracked your every moment.

He could see that you were enjoying this, taking control for once, and fuck, if he wasn’t enjoying this either. He wanted to be good for you, to make you feel good first and get his release after.

You watched as his gaze followed your lips and rewarded his attention with your kisses. His teeth clashed with yours, as you both drew your fill of each other.

Was anything going to be as addictive as your lips? Hyunjin decided that the answer was no. You sucked on his lips in a way that had his toes curling. Definitely not.

When you pulled away to kiss his cheek, then his jaw, he gave an annoyed groan. You stopped kissing him too soon.

“Baby, ride me already.”

You stopped and levelled him with a look.

“Fuck, please!”

“You forgot your manners again, my love.” You sighed loudly as you brought your legs to rest on either side of his legs and sat down on his lap. You purposely sat away from his cock, positioning yourself closer to his knees.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Hyunjin eyed the distance between your pussy and his arousal.

“You were doing so good until you had to forget one important word,” you pouted in mock disappointment. His chin was gripped in the palm of your hand. You took your time, taking in the view of such beauty so close to you.

His brows drew together as his eyes never left yours. He bit his lips roughly before he started pleading. “Shit, I’m sorry baby. Please ride me. I’ll remember my manners, hmm?”

You smirked cruelly as you started moving your hips on his lap. You barely brushed against his cock as you lifted and lowered your hips repeatedly in place. Your arms roped around his neck, pressing your breasts together.

“Oh Hyunjin,” you moaned despite not feeling any pleasure. The sound of your bare thighs meeting him replicated the sound of him fucking you.

“W-what are you doing?” When he checked, Hyunjin’s cock had become an angry red shade. He desperately wanted to bury it inside of you.

“Riding you. You didn’t specifically say what,” you teased.

“My cock! Please, ride my cock! Baby, I’m seriously going crazy.”

“I think I like you begging,” you smirked in his face as you stopped fake-fucking him.

“I’m begging you to fucking fuck my cock already, please!”

“You remembered to say please,“ you laughed as you finally moved your hips closer to his erection. “Wasn’t so hard, was it it?”

Hyunjin shook his head obediently, he bit his lip as he watched your pussy near his cock.

“Okay, okay,” you giggled. You took the blindfold from his neck and brought it over his eyes once more. You were fixing his hair as he asked about what you were doing.

You kissed his nose. “Just making sure you’ll remember your manners. You don’t deserve to watch your cock slide into this pretty pink pussy just yet.”

“Nooo, please, please, please,” Hyunjin’s plump lips murmured the words like a prayer.

You answered him by lining his arousal with yours, running the tip through your slit to gather the wetness that accumulated while you were busy torturing Hyunjin.

When you felt ready to take him, you finally sheathed him into you. It drew a sweet, breathy moan from your lips and a guttural sound from his chest.

“Fuck, thank you!”

You smiled to yourself, pleased at his thanks. You busied yourself with tugging on his hair and nipping at the flesh of his neck. You knew that he loved it when you tugged at his long strands, and he confirmed it when he moaned louder in response.

It took you everything not to start fucking him like a crazed animal while he was so responsive to everything you did to him. He gasped whenever you licked a thick stripe up his neck, and he shuddered when you circled your hips. He bit his lips as he felt your hands greedily groping his rippled chest, and firm arms.

With both hands pressed into his neck lightly, you made out with him lazily. The sound of wet kisses joined the sounds of your flesh meeting. He hummed with approval, taking anything you’d give him.

Hyunjin was becoming used to being blindfolded. It enhanced his other senses, like the scent of your sweat and perfume, your warm soft hands running all over his body, and the soft sighs of pleasure that came from you.

However, he wanted to see you. Needed to see you.

“Baby, please take the blindfold off,” he moaned.

You didn’t stop riding as you considered his question silently.

Your silence had him speaking again. “I need to see my baby ride my cock, please!”

His answer came in the fabric being ripped off his face, and thrown somewhere behind you roughly. Once his vision returned, he almost busted on the spot. Your chest was right in his face, your perfect tits bouncing.

You gripped his face roughly and turned it towards the full-length mirror that sat against a far wall. Your cheek pressed against his as you made him watch.

The mirror showed the view of the two of you in such a filthy, erotic state. The floor lamp behind you highlighted the silhouette of your joined bodies. Hyunjin’s long, slim legs were stretched out in front of him. Your naked breasts were pressed against his clothed chest rippling like water as you piston yourself onto him.

“Look at that pretty view,” you breathed hard. “Do you like it? Being tied down while a pretty girl uses you however she likes?”

You could see Hyunjin’s eyes rolling to the back of his head at your words, his bottom lip pressed between his teeth to keep animalistic sounds from coming out.

You kept his face firmly in your grip as you hid your face onto his shoulder, biting at the skin. The never-ending slap, slap, slap of your thighs meeting his lap was starting to become a countdown to your climax.

You were so close, and so was he.

“Hyunjin, fuck,” you whined. Now that you could feel your incoming orgasm, you were slowly going back to your needy self. “Answer me. Tell me how good you feel because of me.”

Hyunjin knew that when you were close, his words were what brought you over. Yet in his moment, his mind was so intoxicated by you that he could hardly form a complete sentence. His words came out as a drunken slur. “S’ pretty bouncing on this cock.”

You moaned responsively, tugging harder on his hair.

“Yes pretty girl,” he hissed harshly. He let his dominant words come out. “Fucking use me. S’ cute. So sweet and innocent in public, but you’re using me like a fucking toy when we’re alone. I love it. I want more.”

You rode him harder, faster, ignoring the burn of your thighs. Hyunjin watched in wonder as you threw your head back, revealing the graceful curve of your neck. He wanted to mark it up so badly, but the restraints on his arms kept him in place.

His eyes followed the bead of sweat that rolled from your neck, down to the valley of your breasts where the nipples were pebbled. He closed his eyes, licked his lips and trapped the bottom lip under his teeth; all while throwing his head back. “Fuck.”

“Hyunjin,” you started chanting his name like a prayer. “Gonna cum.”

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” Hyunjin’s head remained thrown back over the back of the chair. He was desperately trying not to cum before you. “I want to fill you up, so cum now.”

You obeyed, giving yourself three thrusts on his cock before your eyes clenched shut and you saw stars. Hyunjin kept on calling you a good girl as you came down from your high. Your lids fluttered open to find Hyunjin gazing up at you with a sweet smile.

You kissed him once and wrapped your arms around his neck in an embrace before starting to ride him once more. “You’ll let me make you cum now, hmm?”

“Please,” Hyunjin sighed. He turned to watch the two of you in the mirror once more. He was mesmerized by how perfectly you fit against him, and watched the way your hips moved to pleasure him.

Just as he was about to cum, his face whipped towards you. He needed to look at you as he came. You looked at him with so much love and desire. All for him. All his.

“Mine,” he whispered. You pressed your forehead to his as you nodded. You kissed him.

“All yours. Cum for me Hyun.”

He nodded, switching from looking at your eyes to your lips until he couldn’t take it anymore. His hips involuntarily started to buck as he began chasing his high. You didn’t stop slamming your pussy down his cock, and even started clenching around him.

He responded to that with a loud, “Yes! I’m cumming!”

As you felt a warm pool inside of you, you slowed your thrusting to milk his arousal. Hyunjin breathed out long, deep breaths whilst you lazily kissed his jaw, murmuring praises into his ear.

The two of you sat there, breathing heavily as you recovered. You sat back and ran your fingers through your hair in an attempt to tame it. Hyunjin watched you with stars in his eyes, and when you caught him, you blushed.

You stood up slowly, wincing softly at the tired muscles in your legs. Hyunjin’s release slowly dripped out of you, and the sight was enough to make him slowly harden once more.

“Let’s get you out of these,” you laughed softly.

Hyunjin shook his head fervently. “If you kept me like this forever, I wouldn’t complain.”

“Maybe later. I’m tired from riding, and need to be buried in your sexy, muscular arms.”

He stretched his arms as soon as they were free. They were slightly sore from being in the same position for so long, but he didn’t have any complaints. When he saw your face mould into concern for his sore arms, he immediately lunged for you, pulling you into his arms.

You shrieked at suddenly being carried bridal style. The bed drew closer in your vision. You were thrown onto it. Hyunjin watched as you fixed yourself on the bed while stripping off his white t-shirt. His body joined yours soon after, and he caged you onto the mattress. You giggled as he brought his face down to yours, kissing you like a crazed man.

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yuujispinkhair · 4 months

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As someone who's both a coquette and Sukuna girly, I daydream about tying a pretty little bow on his pretty dick🥺🩷

Aww I agree with you!! The thought makes my head spin 🎀 Thank you for sharing it with me. 18+. Minors don't interact. Divider @/pommecita + @/hitobaby

Imagine stroking Sukuna's pretty cock until he is nice and hard for you, with that thick vein on the underside throbbing so prettily. And then tying a cute pastel pink ribbon carefully around his pretty dick while he sighs and moans a little and watches you with those beautiful maroon eyes, a little smile tugging at the corners of his lips because he thinks you are so cute.

And you smile back at him and kiss his swollen tip lovingly. Your usually so tough bad boy looks almost a bit flustered when you praise him and tell him that he is your pretty boy and that you really really would like to take some pretty pictures of him like this.

And Sukuna is such a good boy for you! Even spreads his tattooed thighs a bit and looks straight into the camera with his typical sexy smirk until you have all the pretty pictures you want.

You even get a cute video of him slowly jacking off for you because you asked him to please touch himself for you, knowing that Sukuna's milky cum will look really pretty too, when it runs down his twitching cock and over the cute little pink bow 🎀

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n

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luvlyhee · 3 days

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“how could my day be bad when i’m with you.”

pairing. enhypen ot7 x fem. reader (hcs)

genre. fluff, est. relationship wc. 928 warnings. skinship, mentions of wedding, petnames, swearing

— enhypen as cute things that couples do. extra. guys idk why this took me sooo long to write like the thinking put into this is insane.

LEE HEESEUNG — sharing wired earpieces

it could be on the way to school. or on the way to that cafe you wanted to go to since forever. lee heeseung thinks he wants to somehow be connected to you at all times, even when you two were on the train or the bus; not just physically but emotionally too.

this is why he feels headphones aren’t his thing; because he can’t share it with you.

he’d put on his favourite album on repeat. he loves sharing his favourite things with his favourite person. his favourite pretty girl.

holding out one side of the earpiece, he’d gesture you to take it, “put it on,” he’d request.

you two sat on the train in silence but your hearts were connected, beating in tandem.

SIM JAEYUN — wearing his hoodie

he’d want you to have a piece of him everytime you two were not together. needed you to wear something that said that you were his. you were his beloved girlfriend whom he cherished so much.

honestly even if you weren’t apart he’d still make you wear his hoodie, claiming that it looked better on you than him. he likes the fact that the sleeves cover your entire arm, leaving only the tips on your fingernails to be seen; the way it almost reaches your knees—fucking adorable he thinks.

“by the way here’s your hoodie, i think i forgot to return it the other day,” you’d say as you passed him his hoodie.

he purposely didn’t ask for it back because he wanted you to have it. forever.

“no no darling, you keep it m’kay? everytime we have movie nights on fridays make sure to wear it.”

PARK JONGSEONG — helping you with your shoes + carrying you

tying your shoelaces? no no don’t worry, he’ll help you. slipping on heels your for you? he’d be down on his knees to help you with it. putting on socks? “of course my love, which pair of socks?”

don’t even move an inch, he’ll take care of you.

“you too tired to walk pretty?” he’d ask as he caressed the small of your back with his thumb, rubbing circles on it.

you’d shake your head, “no it’s okay seongie, i got it.”

you actually didn’t ‘got it’. every few minutes while you two were walking along the bustling street, you’d take a short pause to adjust your shoe.

“baby, cmon don’t be stubborn, let me help you,” he’d sigh and wrap his arms around your hip, lifting you off the ground, gaining a small yelp sound from you. “seongie you don’t need to carry me!”

“i know princess; i just want to carry you.”

PARK SUNGHOON — breakfast, be in bed or in public

the moment sunghoon found out you don’t eat breakfast he got worried but he didn’t say anything.

“yn, can we go out for breakfast tomorrow?” he’d ask while you two were calling on the phone.

“mm, sure, why not? tomorrow 9am?” you asked.

“mhm.”

he’d make sure you were well fed, made sure you had enough energy to sustain throughout the day. he wouldn’t want to see his pretty girl collapsing in school or when she’s out.

on days where you two stayed over at each others house, he’d wake up early just to cook something for you; to surprise you with breakfast in bed.

“good morning darling, eat up m’kay?”

KIM SUNOO — matching items

it started when you saw a couple bracelet on instagram and you decided to buy it for sunoo and yourself.

“what’s this for?” he’d ask as you helped you put on the bracelet.

“it’s matching bracelets, you don’t want it?” you pouted and looked up at him through your lashes

he sighed and chuckled, “no no baby, i just didn’t know you liked matching things.”

from then on he’d buy you guys anything matching. matching shirts? don’t worry he’d customise two just for the both of you. matching phone charms? he’d go and find one online for the both of you.

one day he’d get matching wedding rings too.

YANG JUNGWON — playing with your hair

if he’s not clinging onto your hand, he’s playing with your hair.

he likes the way your hair is so so smooth and he can just thread his fingers through it, how it smells like vanilla and lavender.

on some days he’d ask you, “hey darling, could i braid your hair please?”

of course you’d say yes. you loved the feeling of his fingers gently massaging your scalp as he styled your hair. even if your hair was short or long, he’d still play with it.

he’d pick flowers for you just to insert them into your hair. yang jungwon thinks you look like a bride like that.

NISHIMURA RIKI — love letters

he loves writing love letters to you. he’d spend hours and hours drafting and writing them. just for you.

when he’s not around to pass it to you, sometimes he’d send it to you via text to make sure you still get your daily love letters; life is too short for him not to send paragraphs professing his love for you.

his friends would ask him why he wouldn’t just want to tell you straight up and chose to write letters. to be honest he’s shy and too scared to say everything to you upfront, he’d rather just write for you so you could keep it forever with the other stacks of love letters he wrote you.

don’t worry, he’s already wrote his wedding vows.

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tl: @en-gelic @dioll @luv-sims @minjubie

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aotprncss · 1 month

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PUSSY TALK - SUGURU GETO

CONTENT WARNING: begging, wrist restraints, rough (ish) sex

819 pm Los Angeles, Ca

"s....ugu.. pl...mmmgn" you protested, reaching your hand behind you, trying to push your 6'3 boyfriend off of you. he groaned, leaning his hips farther into yours as he held a firm grasp on your wrist, now holding it behind your back.

"I thought you weren't gon' talk to me? you weren't gon' make noise babe? what happened?" he whispered, pressing his thumb into your lower back, forcing your arch up higher. "is it too much for you yn?"

741 pm Los Angeles, Ca

"you're getting on my nerves miss ..." suguru threw his head back, his fingers pinching his nose bridge, irritated by your attitude.

"me? you come home late every night. you don't talk to me, you don't kiss me, you don't even look at me suguru. but I'm the one working your nerves yea ok" you scoffed, placing the dirty dishes into the soap-filled sink.

you and suguru have been having issues for almost three weeks now. you just finished school, leaving you with too much free time on your hands. this wouldn't have been a problem if you didn't choose to move in with your long-term boyfriend, suguru. his loft was only a 10-minute drive from the college you were accepted into, so being able to live with your boyfriend and go to school was a win-win.

lately, hes has been working ... very late hours. 6 am to 10 pm, sometimes even past midnight. of course, you tried talking to him about it, but with every attempt, he just blew you off. ever since then, everything he did when he was at home would just irk you. things aren't like they were before.

"I am working. providing for you, keeping a roof over your head, and money in your bank account" suguru stood up, tying his shoulder-length jet-black hair up into a bun. he walked into the kitchen, grabbing hold of the towel in your hand. "I don't hear you complaining then do I?"

"you're an ass!" you snatched the towel back, throwing it at his chest. wiping your hands, you stormed away annoyed at his stupid response. "Im done fucking talking to you, for the rest of the night you wont hear shit from me"

820 pm Los Angeles, Ca

"mmng.." you muffled, stuffing your face into the pillow in front of you, leaving a small smear of brown foundation on the bright pink sheets you two shared. you rolled your eyes, feeling his thick tip ram in between your folds, hitting your cervix.

"thats what I thought ... cmere" he reached over, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you up to his chest. "I hear that pussy talkin' to me though don't I?"

SLAP SLAP SLAP

"pl..pleasughh" your free hand reached back, attempting to do the same push as before. he grabbed it, your wrists now feeling small in the grasp of his one hand, his other still gripped around your neck.

"what you want me to stop?" suguru slowed the pace of his hips, now increasing into long, hard strokes. "that's not what she's telling me. all I hear is you want more" he laughed, whispering in your ear before shoving your head back down into the mattress. "keep that pussy wet for me yn...just like that"

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kitten4sannie · 8 months

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𝔯𝔲𝔫, 𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔦𝔱, 𝔯𝔲𝔫

“What do I win?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “What will you give me, bunny?”

pairing: wolf hybrid! san x bunny hybrid! fem reader

genre: hybrid/omegaverse, smut

summary: your boyfriend’s rut has (un)fortunate timing.

w.c: 3.7k

“All of me, silly boy. Everything.”

warnings: hard dom! san (wolf sannie is so mean ><), sub! reader, possessiveness, pet names (sweetheart, bun, bunny, baby, etc), name calling, daddy kink, san has a massive cock btw, degradation/praise, filthy dialogue (i went wilddd), cnc, primal play (ofc), subspace, face-fucking, brief breath play, manhandling, brief blood drinking, biting/marking, face/pussy slapping, size kink, bulge kink, impreg kink, breeding kink, knotting, multiple positions, creampies, cockwarming, dumbification

a/n: this is a major brain rot moment bc goddamn i just wanna be a little bunny that gets eaten up by big bad wolf sannie yk? ughh esp considering san went full alpha wolf mode in that warriors dance performance vid ksksjd. anywayy thank you to “here me out” anon for sending me that primal play ask — i’m sorry it took me ages to post but this is for you bb <3 okay lovelies: put on some mood music, get all comfy in your beds, and enjoy the ride 🖤

song recs: predator by anomy5 (ty haruuu @stardragongalaxy <3), destroy me by mr. kitty, mascara by deftones

Masterlist

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You climbed out of the passengerside of your boyfriend’s truck, taking a deep inhale of the fresh air around you, studying your serene surroundings. There were countless pine trees beyond the clearing you were standing in, going on for miles and miles, swallowing up the land around you. It was the perfect place to have a nice, quiet picnic with the love of your life.

“Oh, bunny,” San called out in a sing-song tone, only the tips of his fluffy black ears sticking up past the top of his truck before he walked around the back and over to you, holding a thick pleated blanket and a picnic basket in his arms. He tilted his head, one of his ears rotating slightly in response to a flock of birds that flew past the red-orange sky above the both of you. “Are you ready?”

“Of course I am, pretty boy,” you returned, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, only for San to let out a small, though obvious growling sound, nipping at your bottom lip, his ears twitching slightly. Holding back a moan, you opened your surprised eyes, your own ears instinctively standing on high alert. “San?”

Your boyfriend’s once furrowed brows relaxed, along with his features, making sure to give you a soft, dimpled smile. His body was beginning to overheat dangerously fast, but he didn’t know if he should inform you yet. He didn’t want to ruin such a nice picnic date. “Yes, baby?”

You blinked your big doe eyes at him. “Are you okay?”

San’s eyes glazed over for a split second, a prick of uneasiness shooting through your body at the sight of it. It was instinctual fear, reminding you of the way things would be if you weren’t civilized hybrids — though, it sent something else through you that you weren’t particularly familiar with.

“I’m just peachy, baby,” San reassured, running a hand through his dark locks, giving you a toothy smile. “Now, let’s have our little picnic.” His smile grew wider, pointed shiny fangs glinting in the warm evening light. “I’m starving.”

You couldn’t quite pinpoint what you were feeling, but did you really need to? Not when slick was already leaking out of your cunt and along your inner thighs. Instead of confronting the bubbling situation, you mirrored his smile, showing off your smaller, more rounded set of teeth. “Me too!”

You had shared some fizzy drinks and a small spread of food on your picnic blanket with San, idly chatting about whatever was on your mind, occasionally going into bouts of comfortable silence, your minds unable to stop focusing on the presence of something that couldn’t be ignored. The scent that was radiating off of San was unlike anything you had encountered previously. It was so stifling, so hot, like fire and ember, burning the tip of your tongue and lighting the wick inside your core. Though you hadn’t spoken about it, you were very certain your boyfriend was in–

“Bunny…” he mumbled underneath his breath, his head angled at the ground so that you couldn’t see how flushed his angular cheeks had become, how his eyes were hooded and unfocused, and the drool that was leaving his lips. “Daddy’s not feeling like himself right now.”

Biting your lip, you tilted your head, grabbing onto one of your elongated rabbit ears and stroking it out of habit. “Are…you in a rut, Daddy?” The low growling that San emitted through his clenched teeth gave you all the confirmation you needed. “I don’t mind, you know.”

“Huh..?” San sat up a bit from his hunched position, tilting his head to the side. “You mean that, bun?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically, your ears flopping a bit from your quick movements. Your eager expression softened significantly, looking at San past your long wispy eyelashes, swiping at your lip and making it glisten with your saliva. “Should we play hide and seek, Sannie? Or how about tag? You win if you catch me.” San was leaning in closer to you, just as you followed his lead, your bodies drawn to one another like magnets.

“What do I win?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “What will you give me, bunny?” His lips were just barely brushing over yours, your combined breaths leaving you a bit dizzy.

You giggled softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. “All of me, silly boy.” Your fingers drifted along his sharp jaw and into his hair, your gaze lowering to his lips. “My body.” You left a small kiss on his cheek. “My heart.” You held his heated face as your pressed your lips onto his. “Everything.”

Something snapped within San in that moment. He immediately stood up, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, like he would run out of air at any second. You knew your time with your gentle, loving Sannie was long gone for the time being, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“I’ll give you on the count of three to run, baby.” San lowered his chin and looked down at you past his black bangs, a distant look in his glazed over eyes. They were bright red and glowing, his pupils forming into small slits. “Three…” he began gruffly, one side of his upper lip twitching up slightly to reveal a pointy, white canine.

“Sannie…” you murmured to yourself, standing up from the picnic blanket and taking a few steps back, leaves and sticks crunching underneath your feet.

“Two…” he continued in an eerily soft tone, pulling at the neckline of his t-shirt, sweat starting to become visible on his smooth tan skin. San slowly started to hunch over, his heavy, uneven breaths causing a vaporous fog to form in the air near his drooling mouth.

Knowing how incredibly fast and agile San was, especially when he was in such an animalistic headspace, you found yourself turning around and taking off into the forest in an instant, your heartbeat already beginning to thump inside your ears from how fast you were running.

“One…” San exhaled to himself, reaching up over his head and pulling his shirt off, ripping through it with his sudden influx of strength. He leaned back and stretched, taking in a deep inhale, able to smell the scent of your arousal from where he was standing, despite you already putting a fair amount of distance between the two of you. It brought a delighted smile to his flushed face, his eyes forming crescent moons. “You better run as fast as you can, little rabbit, before the big, bad wolf comes and finds you.”

You didn’t know if it was your instinctual fear as prey kicking in that made you take off running first, or the sweet anticipation of getting taken down by your ravenous boyfriend and truly being put in your place. It didn’t matter, anyhow. You knew that once he got his hands on you, there was no going back.

Rough pieces of wood and pebbles temporarily embedded themselves in the soft soles of your bare feet as you quickly scampered through the dark woods ahead of you, too busy weaving through nearby pine trees to realize you had lost your shoes somewhere along the way.

You didn’t stop until you found a particular large tree, one that was far older than the rest, covered in moss and layers of aged bark, the roots coming out like tendrils and burying themselves underneath the foliage and dirt. Pressing your back against it and making yourself as small as possible, you pressed your hand over your lace-covered chest, feeling your heart pound against the palm of your hand, not very concerned with the state of your somewhat disheveled dress. Not so distant sounds of howling drifted through the chilly night air and into your soft, tufted ears. They twitched slightly, the heat that was pooling in your core multiplying at the thought of what was to come.

San’s past warnings swept through your spinning mind. “Bunny, I’m not in my right mind during that time period,” he said with a concerned, though undoubtedly hungry look in his eyes, “I…end up wanting you so bad that I probably wouldn’t hesitate to take you in any and every way I want as long as I have you to myself…”

Yet, San was usually so gentle with you, so soft when he made love to you, lightly brushing his calloused hands along your body like you were made of glass, his brown eyes brimming with tears, using his lips to imprint echoes of love into your skin.

More wetness leaked out of you as if on command, the pheromones radiating off of San’s overheated body even from a distance sending your brain straight into breeding mode, reminding you that your gentle Sannie was no longer there. He was just a wolf that wanted to ravage you. Despite this, you found yourself wanting him. You needed him inside you. Needed him to pump his cum into your womb and make you his over and over again. It would be just like the story books. He’d swallow you up and and leave you knocking at heaven’s door — and you knew one thing for certain. He was going to tear you apart. Your lips curled into a small smile just as a raspy, deep voice broke your concentration.

“Caught you, little bunny,” San proclaimed in an eerily calm manner, his words interrupted by his drawn-out, heavy breaths, his bare chest rising and falling at a much slower, more deliberate pace than before.

“Wh-what? How?” you squeaked, digging your fingers into the tree, breaking off bits of bark underneath your tight grasp.

“My silly bunny.” San chuckled, shaking his head, getting closer and closer to you. “I could smell how fucking wet that cunt of yours is from a mile away.” His eyes were focused solely on yours, but it was like he was looking through you, as if he was already inside your mind and body — already marking what was his with his presence alone. “Do you want me to eat you up that badly?”

There were times that San teased you, of course, but was always playful. Innocent, even. This was…something else. He definitely wasn’t playing around this time. You knew for certain. You could see it in his glowing, blood red eyes.

You nodded your head, pressing yourself back into the tree, finding it hard to swallow. You wanted him bad. Needed him.

San took a step towards you, twigs snapping underneath the weight of his heavy feet. “Now, now, sweetheart. You have to use your words for me, okay?” He ran his tongue across his large incisors, titling his head to the side. “You’ll let Daddy have a taste of his cute little bunny, won’t you? Or are you going to make me take what’s mine?”

“Take what’s yours, Daddy, please, until I can’t take it anymore,” you requested, your words and sad, pathetic whining sending San into a deeper, more animalistic headspace, revealing it to you through the quick lunge he made in your direction.

Suddenly, you were forced down onto your knees, San’s large hand pushing your head down until you were eye-level with his crotch. San took your hand and led it below his belt, letting you feel what was trapped inside, his rock-hard cock throbbing against your trembling fingertips. He gave you a small pout, almost making you forget about your position until he spoke. “See what you do to me when you act like a needy cock-hungry slut, little bunny? See how hard you make Daddy?”

“Yeah, I see, Daddy. Your cock’s so hard it probably hurts, huh?” you mused, giggling a bit, your amusement cut short when San took ahold of your floppy bunny ears, gripping them tight enough to make you whimper.

“Y’know, you’re doing a whole lot of talking when you should be choking on my cock instead, bunny,” San informed, popping his belt open and letting his pants pool below his waist, his overtly large length slapping up into his abdomen and leaving a streak of pre-cum across his tan skin. Before you could have a chance to breathe, San jerked your head towards him, sliding his cockhead past your lips and plunging himself down your throat, not taking a second to face-fuck you like the fate of the world depended on it.

Slick, indecent sounds began to erupt from your occupied throat, along with your loud, erratic gagging, as you tried to swallow San’s cock without choking each time he rammed it down your esophagus, your eyes becoming wet with tears.

“Aww, is Daddy’s cock too big for my bunny’s tiny throat? Guess I need to stretch it out,” San sighed, squeezing his fingers around your ears as he fully plunged all ten inches into you, holding you completely still, briefly plugging your nose up with his free hand, just to feel you struggle to breathe, your abundant saliva dripping down his swollen balls. San held you like that until your face grew red, eventually letting go and pulling out all the way to let you take a much-needed breath, just to slap his heavy cock down onto your face, rubbing streaks of his pre-cum into your skin. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy…” you whispered in a gravely voice, throat wrecked, barely able to see him past your watery eyes, weakly licking up his pre-cum when he rubbed his tip across your lips.

“Open wide.” When you didn’t open your mouth right away, San’s expression darkened, sending a quick, rough smack onto your cheek, growling, “I said, open.” Your lips parted just as a fresh wave of slick dripped down your pussy. With a satisfied grin, San plugged your throat back up, clutching your head on either side, pistoning his hips, quick and rough, reminiscent of a machine going into overdrive. He fucked your face like you were just a hole for him, nothing more, nothing less, and you couldn’t have been more wet. “Ohh, fuck– Oh god, that’s fucking it. Daddy’s gonna knot your slutty throat now, bun. Gonna fill you up with my cum until you drink down every last drop.”

You gurgled on his rapidly moving cock, his knot stretching your throat open until it was there was a visible protrusion in your neck, San’s fingers immediately feeling it up once he locked you in place, his knot bursting, sending ropes of thick, scalding cum down your throat, forcing you to gulp it down until there was no more.

“What a good bunny you are. So obedient when you’re getting used by Daddy like this,” San praised, wiping remnants of spit, tears, and cum from your fucked-out face, giving you a oddly gentle smile, before pushing you to the ground and climbing on top of you.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured, your voice hoarse from taking his cock like you did, so out of it, you didn’t even react when San ripped your thighs open, causing your dress to pool around your waist, your throbbing pussy on display for him.

San began to drool, hyper focused on the sight of your bare cunt glistening with excess slick, a low groan leaving his lips. “What a slutty little bunny you are, not wearing any panties under your cute little dress.” He ran his hand down your abdomen, his nails leaving light red marks on your skin until he got to your center. “You must’ve known Daddy was going into a rut and just saved him some time, didn’t you, my sweet girl?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” You sniffled, swallowing roughly, still trying to recover from the abuse your throat took.

“Mm, thought so.” Lifting you up by your hips with ease, San forcefully brought your pussy to his face, taking a deep inhale of your arousal, leaving harsh, warm breaths on your clit, making you shudder. “Fuck. It smells like you came already. Is my bunny that much of a cock whore, that she had her eyes rolling back into her skull just from having her face fucked? Hm?”

You gazed up at him from below, gently rubbing your still stinging cheek. “Mmhmm.”

“Good. Get ready to cum again and again for me,” San announced, licking one long stripe up your cunt, from your hole and up past your clit. He swallowed your arousal down, licking at his lips, before lowering your hips down to his level, guiding his cock to your entrance.

Suddenly and without warning, San shoved himself inside you with one powerful thrust, bottoming out in an instant and leaving you with a dizzying feeling, your thighs trembling against his slim waist. “O-oh my god…”

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna be seeing God once I fuck your whore-hole wide open, lovebun,” San cooed into your ear, putting most of his body weight on you so that you were folded in half, giving you no choice but to take his fat cock in your tiny hole, over and over, until you were indeed, at heaven’s gates.

You couldn’t remember how long you had been there, being forcibly spread open for your ravenous boyfriend, his teeth latched onto your neck and drawing blood, your legs, like jelly, trembling profusely as they were held up by your flopping ears, your cum-filled pussy stretching open to accommodate yet another one of San’s knots, fresh tears running down your flushed face.

“Awww, are you crying, baby?” San asked into your ear, his deep voice dripping with faux pity, licking your blood off of his incisors. “What are you crying about, huh? Is it because Daddy keeps fucking his cum into your tiny bunny cunt or because of his teeth marks in your neck?”

“B-both!” you cried out, dropping your head back into the foliage beneath you and closing your eyes once San was finished pumping his load into you. “Can’t take it anymore…”

“Oh, yes, you can.” San angled his head down, pursing his lips to send a wad of spit down onto your reddened pussy, immediately slamming his hand down onto your swollen clit. “This cunt belongs to me. No one else. That’s why I’m working so hard to fill you up with my pups, silly bunny.” He smacked your cunt again, harder this time, leaving it stinging, speaking through gritted teeth, “So, I can do with it as I goddamn please. You got it?”

Your nods gave him the go ahead to continue, pulling out to switch positions again, moving your limbs and body to his will until you were on your hands and knees for him, your cum-drenched cotton tail twitching as you took him back inside. "After all this, you still have such a tight fucking cunt, god– you gotta relax for me, bunny, you gotta let me in," San groaned out, looking down to witness the way your hole struggled to stretch around his wide cockhead.

San bred you like the bunny you were, fucking you so viciously, so relentlessly, he broke your mind, just like he was about to do to your bruising body, forcing you into a mind-altering state of bliss.

“It’s so good! Fuck, Daddy, nnnngh–it’s so good!” You began to press your hands down onto your lower abdomen just to feel how prominent the bulge of his slick cock was inside your tummy each time it slammed into your cunt, convinced by the lewd squelching sounds you heard that you were going to have his pups sometime soon. “Your cock’s so heavy inside…it’s gonna break me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, if you break, i’ll just put you back together,” he huffed out, quickly wrapping his thick arms around your abdomen to place his hands over yours, pressing down further, his body flush against your smaller one. “And do it all over again.”

“Fuck–yes–” was all you could verbalize after hearing his heavy handed words, staring down at the ground below past your wet lashes.

He suddenly slowed himself down so you could feel every inch of him inside, the muscles in his abs tightening as he used his core to simultaneously keep himself steady in his bent-over position and your body fitted against him, his cum-covered cock lodged inside your cunt like it’s missing puzzle piece. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby. That sounds good, huh? The thought of me breaking you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, your eyes starting to disappear underneath your heavy eyelids, only for them to grow wide as soon as San lifted your body up completely against his, holding you by your neck, drilling his cock into you at a new angle, one that forced to you drop down onto him even heavier due to the basic laws of gravity.

“Good, now take my knot, pretty girl,” San huffed, his fingers slipping into your drooling mouth, holding his other hand securely against your lower abdomen, feeling just how full he had made you with his potent seed, shooting more and more ropes of cum once his knot broke, feeling your arousal leaking down his softening length. “That’s it now, that’s a good bunny…”

Your shaking body eventually relaxed against his, melting into him, not able to give anything else. Sensing this, San pulled out and turned you around to face him, pulling you into his lap and back down onto his cock, not to fuck you again, knowing you would actually fall apart if you did, but just to warm him and keep his seed inside so that you would be nice and full for him in the coming months. “My sweet girl, you did so well for me. So, so well,” he murmured softly, pressing kiss after kiss onto your face and lips, gently massaging your bunny ears. “How do you feel, baby?”

Smiling tiredly and ready for a long nap, you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a long kiss back, before resting your head on his sweaty shoulder.

“Full.”

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laundry day | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which it's laundry day and you're in a bit of an embarrassing predicament. PAIRING. hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader (however, sorta implied that reader is more leaning toward fem) GENRE. fluff, humour?, best friends/roommates to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, vernon is checking reader out lowkey, reader embarrassingly wears hello kitty underwear i don't make the rules, ik vernon is mainly chill but in this they bicker <3, this was very stupid n silly lmfao WORD COUNT. 1.6k

requested from @weird-bookworm: lemme be annoying already— noni + #16 and #59 from list 1!! - #16: "You hugged me like your personal pillow." - #59: "Laundry day doesn’t mean walking around in your underwear, but for you, I’ll make an exception."

notes: i'm never good with writing humour but i thought of this stupid scenario and idk how i feel BYEE (cuz ur girl lowkey struggled on figuring out how to put #59 in the story lmao) tysm for submitting this in sky <3 and ty @bananabubble for reading it over for me!

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You are so stupid.

So fucking stupid.

How could you let yourself get carried away in loading all your laundry that you forgot to save a pair of pants to wear in the meantime?

You replay everything in your head: your overflowing, neglected laundry basket, the utter satisfaction you felt after loading it... right up until the moment you realised every single pair of pants you own was now basically swimming around in a goddamn whirlpool, and now you're left sporting nothing but your underwear and a shirt that didn't offer much coverage than expected.

You let out an annoyed groan, burying your face into your hands and mentally slapping yourself in the face. The chill of your room sends a trail of goosebumps running up the exposed skin of your legs. There really was nothing you could do but wait for your laundry to finish.

Then your head shoots back up, and maybe your bedroom lights up a bit brighter at your metaphorical lightbulb moment, because you think of Vernon. He's the only other option you have.

Tip-toeing up to your closed door, a bit of hesitancy gnaws at you for being so dumb, before you yell out, "Vernon!"

He's probably in the living room right now𑁋you can overhear the faint music of the record player the two of you snagged at this vintage thrift store the other week. A very good and lucky find, nonetheless.

Taking another (and maybe regrettable) deep breath, you call out again, a little louder this time. "Vernon! Can you hear me?"

The music seems to dip down slightly, and after a moment, the record stops spinning, replaced by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. You brace yourself for the door to swing open to reveal the embarrassing state you're in right now, but it doesn't.

Instead, you hear Vernon's voice respond to you through the door, "Yeah?"

"Uh..." You bite your lip because you can't believe you're about to ask this. "Do you have, um... a pair of pants or shorts I can borrow? I'll give it back to you tomorrow."

For a moment you think he didn't hear you because it's completely silent on the other side of the door, and it does absolutely nothing at calming down your racing heart. You see, you probably should be fine with walking around in your underwear with Vernon because he's your best friend and roommate and he definitely would not judge at all, but it's simply not that simple𑁋

"Did you, like, spill Monster on yourself again?" Vernon asks casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world that you would do (it's happened one too many times).

"Yes, I mean, no, I mean𑁋look, just fetch me a pair and I'll bring it back to you later?"

"Uh, yeah, about that..." He pauses. "I'm wearing my only pair right now since you loaded yours first."

You really should've considered that being best friends with Vernon meant collectively sharing the brain cell of procrastinating when it comes to doing your laundry. Great, just absolutely fantastic. This was very much how you wanted your day to go. Perhaps this is why you're best friends, after all.

"Well, shit," You murmur, more to yourself but Vernon hears it anyway.

"Look, I'm sure it's not that bad, right?" Does he seriously still think you spilled Monster on yourself? "You could probably just𑁋"

You can hardly act by the time the doorknob twists and Vernon peeks his head around the door. But the second he catches sight of you, his eyes flicker over you, before he quickly averts his gaze to the Radiohead poster on your wall. Was it the lighting in your room that's making his face look pink?

You stand there awkwardly, suddenly feeling so exposed in front of him as if some sort of gigantic spotlight was shining down on you. It's not like you haven't been half-naked around each other before, but this feels different... somehow. You don't know why, or maybe you don't want to know.

A cough erupts from Vernon, breaking the sudden silence.

"Oh, wow, um..." He toys with the black hoodie around his head. "I didn't look. I swear."

His eyes dart everywhere except back to you, lingering on the Radiohead poster, the slightly askew picture frame on your desk, just anywhere but you. You don’t know whether to feel relieved or embarrassed.

"Ugh, I'm so stupid." You run a frustrated hand through your hair. "And I have this meeting for work in an hour and I know the laundry won't be done by then. I'm actually screwed."

Vernon thinks for a minute. "You can't like... virtually attend the meeting?

"No."

"Or it can't be postponed?"

"Nope."

"What if I file you as a missing person to the police?"

"You're seriously no help, dude," You say, giving him a light shove to the shoulder, but it's hard to suppress the curve to your lips and the small chuckle that leaves your mouth when you see him fall back dramatically.

Vernon snorts lightly. "Well, it's probably better than showing up to work in your Hello Kitty underwear𑁋"

"You said you didn't look, you idiot!" You exclaim furiously, and Vernon literally does not see the way a pillow practically spawns in your grasp and flinging toward him before he can even react. The pillow hits him square in the chest, causing him to stumble backward with a surprised yelp. "Oh my god, just report me missing at this point."

Vernon just laughs as he catches his breath to stand back up, grabbing the pillow up the floor and lifting it up like a shield as if to defend himself from you. Your face is burning brighter than the lava lamp glowing on your bedside table.

"This is so embarrassing," You mutter sheepishly, wanting to unleash another defeated groan again. "I can't believe I'm this stupid to forget to..."

"You're cute."

"...and then I'm probably going to get fired𑁋what?"

Vernon tosses the pillow back onto your bed and clears his throat.

"I said you're really dumb."

That is not what he said.

For a second, the disastrous situation seems to lighten up just a little bit, and your heart is doing some intense, unrhythmic tap dance against your ribs. You heard exactly what he said𑁋that he called you cute in this ungodly predicament𑁋and now he's trying to brush it off?

Vernon cracks a teasing, boyish smile. "And stupid, yeah. You're not wrong about that."

You open your mouth to retort, but the words get caught in your throat, almost like a choked sound coming out instead. So you point an interrogative finger and step closer to him (and yes, still in your underwear), eyebrows furrowing together.

"You called me cute," You state, all firm and serious now.

Vernon's playful look falters slightly, expression shifting to something a bit more guarded now. He rubs a hand at the back of his neck, that nervous habit you've always found sort of endearing throughout time. Perhaps there's a bit more meaning to it now.

The few moments of silence that follow is absolutely suffocating. You can't even tell if time is passing by quicker or slower as the two of you stand there, shifting this uncomfortable weight between both of your feet.

"Yeah," Vernon says simply, quietly. "I did."

You nearly want to laugh for some reason, but you can feel the nerves tickle up your spine. "I'm standing here in fucking Hello Kitty underwear and you think I'm cute?"

You can visibly see the way the lump in his throat tightens as he swallows, his eyes flickering uncertainly between you and the floor.

"Look you just... You caught me off-guard. Like... laundry day doesn't mean walking around in your underwear and all that," Vernon explains, in a tone like he's trying to reason with you. "but for you, I'll make an exception because𑁋"

"𑁋because I'm cute?"

"Because you're so stupidly cute from freaking out when I could just go to the store right now and buy you a pair of pants to wear." Then he sucks in a breath. "And yeah, the Hello Kitty underwear is cute, I guess."

You feign a shocked, traitorous look to your face. "You guess?! It's Hello Kitty, man."

"Dude, do you want me to snatch you some pants to wear or not? Because I'm deadass about the missing persons report," Vernon asks, half-annoyed yet somewhat half-amused. The twitch to his lips doesn't go unnoticed. And the voice of him calling you cute just minutes earlier also doesn't go unheard of too.

You wear a cringy, exaggerated pout to your lips. "Please."

Vernon's face contorts in slight disgust at that. "Please don't do that eve𑁋I'm leaving." And before you can say anything, he's turning around and leaving your room.

You hear the clinking of keys, assuming that Vernon is getting ready to leave to presumably retrieve you a pair of pants to wear for the day. You step up to your doorway to peek into the living room.

"Hey, I owe you!" You holler out to him. "Let me know how much it costs and I'll pay you back."

"No need," Vernon calls back over his shoulder.

"Come on, I'll feel bad," You insist, leaning against the doorframe. "I'll do anything, I swear."

Now that seems to intrigue him, and you watch the way Vernon slowly turns back to you, and maybe you're starting to regret ever saying that to him.

"Okay," he says lightly. "We're watching a movie tonight."

"A movie? What are we..." Then your eyes widen in realisation. "We are not watching Shrek again. I'll end up falling asleep on you because we've rewatched too much."

Vernon just shrugs. "Yeah, like last time. You hugged me like your personal pillow, remember?"

"I..." You stop yourself from responding immediately, feeling a flush creeping up your cheeks at the memory. "Fine, whatever. If I fall asleep again, you can just wake me up this time."

A low, thoughtful hum runs out of Vernon's mouth. "I mean, I really don't mind if you fall asleep, you know. If you're tired and stuff."

You blink up at him dazedly. "Really?"

"Yeah," he answers, and the corners of his lips lift up ever so slightly. "You're cute when you fall asleep on me, anyway."

another note: guys idk what i just wrote lol its like 90% dialogue n rushed HAHSADSA

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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I love your fic!

Can we get some Joel/Reader noncon somnophlia out here???

What you're missing

1.2k | dark!Joel x f!Reader | masterlist

Yes, ty for asking

I8+ noncon somnophilia, mild manhandling Joel POV

Joel wakes up in the middle of the night, cock as hard as a steel rod, with you in his arms. You and Joel are sharing a sleeping bag for warmth, so you’re both nude - more body heat that way - and he’s spooning you. You could feel him harden before you fell asleep, and you knew it was only natural, so you ignored it. You were getting warm and wet yourself, and for a moment, you felt guilty. You’re not exactly single, but your partner was needed at the clinic and stayed behind. Meanwhile, you were sent on a week-long hunting trip to provide your foraging and tree-climbing skills. The rest of the hunting party got killed off, and now it’s just you and Joel. It’s too risky to build a fire. Plus, you've encountered clickers, so you have to be quiet.

So you might have felt guilty for a moment about your body's natural human arousal, but you shouldn’t have. It’s strictly about the mission between you and Joel. At this point, you're lucky to be alive, and you have Joel to thank. A hard cock resting harmlessly against you is the least of your worries. Attractive as he may be with his sad eyes, messy hair, and patchy beard. Strong as he may be with his hulking biceps and thick neck. . . he’s a hunter, and you’re a gatherer. That’s all you are together, and that’s all you’ll be.

And now, Joel's raging erection rests against your crack while you’re sound asleep. He can’t remember the last time he was this hard. Maybe never. He scoots back just enough to adjust its position. He nestles his length between your thighs, resting against your warmth in a special nook made just for him. He rocks his hips forward to get comfortable, and the rest of his body nestles into yours again, with his strong arm draped over your body.

His massive palm finds your breast and flattens it into your chest as he pulls you closer, your spine against his broad chest and stomach, which is just soft enough to be comfortable for you. The feeling of your nipple against his palm makes his hips rock into you once more. This time, as his cock moves against you, he feels something new – an irresistible wetness between your legs. He rolls his hips into you at a slow rhythm, his stiff, thick member sliding against your wet heat, nestled between your folds like guardrails on a track. His tip drags firmly over your clit before meeting cool air on the other side.

You moan in your sleep and he stills himself. You push your ass into him and tilt your hips in your sleep. His breath deepens, and his heart rate quickens. His arousal swells even harder. When he rolls his hips into you again, the swollen head of his cock hitches briefly at your entrance and he has to suppress a groan. He keeps slowly fucking the sleeve formed by your thighs and folds.

Joel has never wanted someone so badly. And even in your sleep, your body must want him, too. When Joel is mid-thrust, your hips tilt again, catching his tip with your warm, wet hole. Desire seizes him entirely. He freezes with the tip of his cock nestled half inside you. He slows his breathing to emulate sleeping before cupping your breast again. Your ass nudges back into him as he pushes the head of his cock into your tight, wet entrance. He inhales deeply through his nose, trying to calm himself, but breathing in your scent only hastens his need to be inside you.

Joel can feel your insides make way for his fat cock as he pushes a little more inside. He moves his hand to your hip for leverage as he inches further, about half his cock sheathed by your tight pussy at this point. He pauses to breathe, and you push back on him in your sleep with a moan, taking him further inside you. Joel retreats slightly, seeking more friction after getting that taste. Then, his hard cock plunges into you, slowly but decisively, all the way to the hilt. You’re so snug and warm, you feel like absolute heaven wrapped around him. It’s a tight squeeze and only made possible by how wet you are. He stays there, all the way inside, just barely rocking his hips, hand on your breast. Then, with time, his motion becomes less subtle.

You awake with a gasp to a fullness you’ve never felt before. It’s nothing but bliss until you get your bearings. You moan as he bottoms out again, and he’s emboldened by your sound of pleasure. He stops holding back. His hard shaft pumps in and out of you, kissing your g-spot. He grunts and the sound shakes you back to reality. You’re startled by the realization that this is real. You had been floating in some realm where it was just this disembodied cock, a dream man's arms wrapped around you, giving you the best fuck of your life. As your knees brush the nylon of the sleeping bag, you jolt at the unmistakable knowledge that this is real, and Joel Miller is inside you.

You squirm and his arm wraps tight around you, his hand clamps down on your mouth, and he says, “shhhh, it’s okay sugar.” His hips only pause for a moment before he starts fucking you again, hard and slow. “Just relax," he says into the back of your earlobe, then nibbles it and kisses your neck. “Let yourself have this.” You might as well enjoy it. You'll cope with reality later.

You marvel at how he fills you up. It's like he's a part of you. His stiff, thick cock—stiffer and thicker than you’ve ever had–hitting just the right spot. His rhythm is perfect, and somehow–maybe because he saved your life–you feel so safe in his arms. He engulfs you entirely and tightens his embrace in rhythm. His hand drifts to your clit. It’s like he’s fucking you with his whole body. It doesn't take long until you feel the familiar pressure pounding in your core, begging to release, and then it snaps. You gasp as your clit pulses and your walls flutter around his cock. He fucks you through your orgasm, saying, "that's it sugar, good girl, let it ride" and you succumb to the pleasure entirely, writhing in his arms, trying not to moan too loud.

He groans softly into your neck and pulses inside you. You do nothing to stop him. He cups your breast and digs his nose into the nape of your neck, grunting as his hot load fills you up. Then, he stays inside. He strokes your naked body tenderly, and your eyes well up in tears. Not just because it happened. Not just because he did this. Because now you know what you're missing, and you'll know it for the rest of your life.

Check out for survival 2 (one shot) for a similar situation but you're secretly awake.

Also, make sure you read the dbf (pt. 4) 🤐 (but it’s not the same).

The foraging concept is inspired by The Forager by @dark-scape (highly recommend, gigolo!Joel), not the same reader or joel.

all joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea

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alphabetatoes · 2 months

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a.n.: can't stop won't stop thinking abt seeing nanami in his salaryman suit for the first time (also ty for 1000 followers !!!!)

c.w.: mdni, 18+

The first time Kento told you he’d gotten a job in the corporate world, you were a bit thrown by the news. It would be a complete change from his life working for the high school, although far less dangerous. And with that new job came a new look. Bangs that once draped over his face were trimmed into a 7/3 cut. The all black wardrobe in your shared closet gaining specks of color with button downs and ties introduced.

“Can you come to the living room real quick? I want to make sure my suit looks okay for the first day.” Kento calls you over from the kitchen.

He must’ve gotten it tailored. The way the suit hugs every inch of his body makes Kento look like a work of art. It’s hard not to stare when you have the son of Aphrodite standing in your living room. You’re left awestruck, practically drooling over his new appearance. “We need to talk.”

Kento raises a brow at your statement, confused as to the catalyst for it. He takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over the couch. “Is it the hair? They told me it was the common cut for the workplace-” Kento rakes his hand over the fresh cut hair on his head, fingers combing through blond locks as he lifts it up.

“I want to talk to you,” You let your words linger, gazing over his new attire. “in the bedroom.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” You grab his hand, making a beeline for the bedroom. You push him down on the bed and climb on top to straddle him. “Fuck, Ken.” Undoing his tie, you move it to drape around your neck. “You’ve always been attractive but this new look is… divine.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Kento’s ears tint red as he watches your hands make idle work of his shirt. The way his chest hair peeks out as you unbutton drives you wild. Once you’ve gotten the shirt unbuttoned, your hands explore the plane of his chest. “I think I’m obsessed.”

Shifting up to his neck, you let your fingers run through the soft hair of his undercut. Leaning down, you press a chaste kiss to his lips. As your hips grind against him, the fabric of Kento’s pants creates a pleasurable friction on your core.

You move off him for a moment, granting Kento access to shuffle off your leggings. Once they’ve been removed, you take the time to unbuckle his pants and free his aching cock.

Gentle hands guide you down on his cock, resting on your thighs once he’s bottomed out. “You always take me so well, sweetheart.” Kento pulls you back down to him with the tie, biting down on your bottom lip as he kisses into you. Riding him slowly, you melt into the kiss. Sweet and raw. The smell of sweat and sex tinge the air.

As you take him, you mutter sweet nothings in his ear. Kento elevates his hips, allowing his tip to nudge just where you need him to. And you can feel that familiar knot forming in your stomach as his hands guide your movements. A bubble about to burst. “Ken, ‘m close.” Warm walls clamp down on him and he knows he won't last much longer than you.

You hit that apex quickly. Shockwaves of pleasure roll over your body as you moan into his mouth. You collapse into him as he reaches his high, stuffing you full of his seed with a quiet grunt. "Did so good for me honey." His saccharine praises cause a pink blush to tint your tired cheeks.

Kento kisses the crown of your head, strong arms pulling you into him. He looks down at the disheveled state of his clothing, pants clearly marked with the slick of your release. “Y’know I’m probably gonna need to get the suit dry cleaned.” He smiles down at you, holding you tighter as you nuzzle into his chest.

“Is that an invitation to do this all again?” You mumble, tired eyes smiling up at him.

It's Kento's first day as a salaryman, and you decide to send him a little treat to soothe his nerves. You snap a photo of yourself baking in the kitchen, one of his ties once again draped around your neck. You send it to him and caption it ‘Serious Business.’. Kento’s phone pings and he slips off to the restroom to check it during his break.

He examines the image, how flour stains your cheeks and the tie is wrapped loosely around your neck. He curses to himself for being trapped at work rather than home with you. Half hard in the bathroom and palming himself to that sweet look of yours, praying his boner will disappear in time for his next meeting.

He can’t get home soon enough.

#jjk #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento smut

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lovebugism · 6 months

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HI BBY COULD U WRITE A grumpy!steddie x sunshine!reader , they are all moved in together & its nearing christmas SO reader is the one whos decorating , maybe the boys neglect to see how excited she is & they end up feeling really guilty cuz they just see her putting all of it away 🥹🥹

ty for requesting :D — the boys catch you taking down christmas decorations after not being supportive about your love for the holidays (ditzy!reader, hurt/comfort-ish, 1.3k)

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Eddie rouses in the early morning, weightless and unusually cold. The first thing he notices is that you’re not wrapped around him like a koala and snoring softly in his ear. How could he not? The lack of you has always been innately palpable.

With his eyes still closed, he reaches across the mattress in search of you. He figures Steve must’ve pulled you into him at some point during the night. The two of you are probably tangled together and hogging all the covers at this very moment.

“Ow,” Steve winces groggily when Eddie accidentally smacks him in the face.

The boy turns towards the voice and squints through the haze of leftover slumber. He squishes Steve’s scruffy cheeks together with a pale hand. “You’re not Sunshine,” Eddie observes gruffly, still playful despite being half-asleep.

Steve swats him away with his eyes still shut. “Obviously not.”

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know,” the honey-haired boy slurs, right before leaning forward to shove his face into your pillow. His next words are muffled and nearly inaudible. “Bathroom, maybe?”

Eddie goes to call for you. His chest inflates with a deep inhale, prepared to shout for you like a needy child. Something clatters distantly in the living room before he can. It’s so obviously you — clumsy, well-meaning you. The always doing things you shouldn’t be doing on your own because you’re too sweet to ask for help you.

Both of them know this, so they rise from their sleep without a word shared between them. They find you trying to steady yourself on a rickety step stool, halfway crouched on the highest level with sparkling tinsel in your hand.

The two boys catch your eye, one as equally sleepy as the other.

Eddie’s hair has been extra fluffed by the cotton of his pillow. The wild curls halfway conceal his swollen features. He’s in one of Steve’s sweatshirts and a pair of thin boxers. Steve, meanwhile, is in a shirt so tight you’re almost sure it’s yours. The fabric has risen with sleep and his plaid pants hang low accordingly. The bottom of his tummy and the tip of his happy trail are on display for you.

They’re effortlessly beautiful. Both of them. But their presence makes you grimace.

Your attempts to do all this quietly have obviously failed.

“Did I wake you?” you whisper, just in case.

“Yeah, you woke us— what the hell are you doing?” Steve wonders as he rushes to you, very suddenly alert. He helps you off the old, uneven ladder with hands that are impossibly warm, even over your shorts.

Eddie stands ahead of you and takes the tinsel from your hands.

“I was un-decorating,” you shrug.

“Un-decorating?” Eddie scoffs.

Steve squints at you, features swollen and lined with indentions of sleep, still not quite understanding. “Okay… Why?”

“’Cause you guys said you hated it.”

“Hated what?”

“All of it!” you retort, still a bit vaguely, and gesture all around you.

The living room looks a little like the North Pole puked all over it. There’s an intricately decorated Christmas tree in the corner, perfectly fluffed and packed to the brim with vividly-colored ornaments. String lights are draped over the ceiling, and you’ve hooked ornaments over them, too. Every doorway is lined with sparkling tinsel and lit-up stars and ribbons tied into bows.

It was beautiful. Well, you thought it was, anyway. No one else seemed to agree with you.

You try not to let it hurt you too much, but the subtle ache in the pit of your chest is almost impossible to ignore.

“We didn’t say we hated it!” Steve insists with a wavering voice. “…Did we?”

Eddie makes a vague I don’t know type of sound. He leans his wild head to the side and shrugs once. “I’m pretty sure you did call it tacky, actually.”

“Well, you said it looked like a Hallmark movie threw up in here!” Steve argues without thinking twice.

The older boy squints his puffy, chocolate eyes. “Shut up, dude.”

“You shut up!”

“See, this is why I’m taking it down,” you laugh over their bickering. You smile despite your distant hurt. “You obviously hate it. Both of you.”

Steve sighs. He stops being annoyed with Eddie for a second to give you his full attention. He goes distinctly soft when he looks at you, structured and sleepy features visibly melting. His long fingers give your sides a squeeze.

“We don’t hate it, babe. I promise. We’re just not, like, as into it as you are.”

“And that’s okay! Right?” Eddie blurts from beside him. He crosses two arms over his chest and shrugs. “I mean, we don’t have to like all the same things as each other, you know? What’s important is that we all support each other…”

Steve glances over his shoulder and sends the boy an incredulous gape, half confused and half impressed.

Eddie cowers beneath it. “…Or whatever. I don’t know. Stop looking at me like that.”

“Well, I feel super supported right now.” You laugh but it’s a little bit forced, weighed down by hidden emotion. You’re obviously still upset about the whole thing — even if you’re trying to pretend that you’re not.

“Shit, babe. I’m sorry,” Steve sighs and wraps you up in his arms. He presses you into his chest, palms spreading over your back and rubbing gently along the length of it. He buries his nose at the crown of your head — you smell like a mixture of your shampoo, his hairspray, and Eddie’s body wash.

You hold him back but shake your head at his affection.

“No. It’s okay. It’s just Christmas decorations— it’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not stupid,” Steve insists before the words can properly leave your mouth. He pulls back from you, just far enough to hold your face between his palms. He smiles softly down at you, so quiet it’s barely there. His thumb swipes over the sleep lines pressed into your cheek. “You were really excited about it, and we were assholes. And we’re sorry… Right, Eds?”

Eddie’s face scrunches from where he stands beside you. “Hey, I was preparing my own I’m sorry speech over here, Harrington.”

Steve’s hands drop from your face when you turn around to smile at the wild-haired boy. “Yeah? Let me hear it.”

Eddie brings you into his arms next. His hug is tighter than Steve’s, borderline smothering as his arms cross over your shoulders rather than your back. He hides his face in your hair when you tuck yourself into his chest.

“I love you,” he starts, muffled from where he’s pressed against you. The end of each sentence is followed by a soft kiss to your head. “And it’s not stupid. And we’re sorry for being assholes.”

Your laugh is stifled by his t-shirt. He smells like smoke and Steve’s body wash and your perfume.

“That’s exactly what I said,” Steve whines, his pout evident in his voice.

“Yeah, but I said ‘I love you,’” Eddie argues like a child. “So I win.”

“Well, guess what— I love you too, babe.”

You laugh again. It’s more audible this time when you pull away and turn to Steve, grinning all stupid as you grab his arm to drag him over. “I forgive both of you, so you both win,” you assure when the honey-haired boy towers over your back to join your embrace. With both of them holding you like this, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so safe.

“Ha!” you hear Steve scoff, followed by a smacking kiss to Eddie’s cheek.

The wild-haired boy rolls his eyes and pulls slightly back to look at you. “Want us to help you hang all this stuff back up?” he wonders, then cuts himself off. “Actually. Nope. We’re gonna help you hang all this stuff back up. Whether you like it or not, Sunshine.”

He’s always called you that. He said it was because of your smile, but when you beam up at him, he realizes he might’ve gotten it all wrong. You’re brighter than the sun — than a thousand suns — and if he had to choose between sunlight and the way you’re looking at him right now, he’d choose you in every lifetime.

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BC!simon smut is my new prescription (no but fr when i’m having a shit day i just go through that tag bc i need him bad)

I’m having the absolute worst week. work fucking sucks and now I have a cold. so it’s comfort hours with bc!simon. but like kinda mean dom simon 🥺

c/n: smut, bondage, kindameandom!simon, female reader, edging, crying during sex, simon pulls all that negative tension from your body with his dick

just imagine getting snippy with him when he gets home, mumbling under your breath and glaring at him when he tracks in mud on your clean carpet

he doesn’t say a word just lets you have your moment. tucks the kids into bed and stands in the doorway of the kitchen, watching you wash up

can see the tension in your shoulders so he just comes up to you, presses a kiss to the top of your head and tells you to go and wait for him in your room

finishes up the washing for you before coming to find you. finds you waiting for him on the end of your bed, wearing nothing but your panties and the shirt you always sleep in. some oversized limp bizkit shirt that simon stopped wearing years ago

“had a bad day, lovie?” he asks, cocking his head to the side as he walks over to you. his calloused hand reaches up to pinch the soft cheeks on your face

“simon-“ you begin to speak but he just shakes his head, shushing you softly

“heard enough out of your mouth for one night. answer the question. yes or no?” he says, hands reaching down to unbuckle his trousers. you give him a slow nod

“see? know you can be good for me, can’t ya, dolly?” he grumbles out, flicking his head up as an instruction to raise your arms

he undresses you, a heavy silence filling your shared bedroom as he helps you shuffle up the bed before tying your wrists to the bedposts with his leather belt

“can see how tense you are, darlin’. don’t worry, ‘m gonna take care of ya’. you just need your husband to make it alright.” he hums, tugging on your wrist to make sure your restraints weren’t too tight nor too loose

“‘red’ if ya’ wanna stop, yeah?” he checks in, pulling off his t-shirt and trousers. you nod your head again, rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache that rests between them

he’d kiss down from your neck to your abdomen, slipping off your panties with ease before diving straight in, soft groans leaving his throat as he drags his tongue through your slit

spends a good 30 minutes sucking and lapping at your sopping cunt, bringing you to the edge over and over but never giving you that sweet release, always pulling away right before your body falls into that out of euphoria

“simon! you said you were gonna take care of me! you’re being mean!” you whine out, bucking your hips to try and meet his lips after he left you teetering on the edge. again…

he lets out a grunt in response, switching positions so he’s kneeling between your spread legs,

“I know. ‘m such an horrible bastard, aren’t I?” he says with a teasing tone, fishing his cock out from boxers and dragging the tip through your slit

“breathe.” is all the warning he gives you before slipping his cock inside you, burying himself to the hilt with one swift thrust of his hips

the sudden invasive feeling of his cock filling you up knocks the air of of your lungs, your hands desperate to reach out to grip his shoulders for leverage but the tight belt around your wrists restricts you

he wastes no time in pushing the top of your thighs to your chest, setting an animal pace as he begins to fuck your pussy

“si-simon!” you gasp out, your body moves in time with each of his thrusts, one of his hands resting on the crown of your head to stop you hitting it against the wooden headboard

“promise me one thing, yeah, sweethear’? one thing and i’ll let ya cum…” he grunts, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss just below your earlobe

his brutal pace combined with the former orgasm denial meant it didn’t take long for you to start teetering towards the edge again. your hands tug on your makeshift restraints, letting a soft whine escape your throat

“please, anything. please, si…” you beg and plead. almost pathetically, in simon’s opinion but it’s okay… he knows how bad you need it

the loud slapping of his hips hitting yours echoes throughout the room as he leans down, his pace never falters as he rests his forehead against yours

“next time you’re having a bad day, you’ll ask your husband to fuck ya better instead of walking around givin’ me lip…” he grunts, “promise me that and i’ll let ya cum, pretty…”

you nod your head erratically, tears welling up in your eyes and the overwhelming realisation that you’re so close to getting what you want, to feeling those euphoric waves crash all over your body and suck all the tension and stress from your bones

“promise, fuck, I promise…!” you sob out, tears slipping down your cheeks. you can’t even wait for further permission from simon. your orgasm claws it’s way out of you, vocalising itself with loud sobs

simon places his hand over your mouth, worried your load moans will wake the sleeping children in the next room

his pace never falters as he fucks you through your orgasm, your tears down your cheeks and onto his knuckles. your pussy pulses around his cock, milking his own orgasm from him shortly after

the feeling off his hot cum flushing the walls of your pussy adds a whole other layer of pleasure to your climax. you yank on the restraints and look up at simon with your teary eyes

he takes his hand from your mouth, your loud sobs having turned into the soft cries as he reaches to untie your wrists. you instantly lower them to wrap around his broad shoulders, pulling his body against yours as his once harsh pace slows down to slow grinds

“tha’s it, lovie. good girl, jus’ let it out…” he whispers in your ear, cradling your face into the crook of his neck as you cry softly

“th-thank you…” you choke out, gently digging your nails into the muscle of his back as a silent plea to just stay exactly where he is

he doesn’t pull out of you, just lays there with you, softly petting your hair and pressing kisses to the side of your face

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austinbutlerslovers · 2 months

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Ride Me

Label Mature 18+

Summary

Whenever Austin is in the mood for kink he pulls out a lace mask for you to wear.

Even though you never know what to expect you readily put it on because he always delivers kinky sexual gratification for you both.

After a wrap party for his latest film he drives you back to his estate. During the car ride he edges you with his fingers which puts him in the mood to try something new.

When you arrive home he wastes no time finding the mask and tying it on you to fulfill his kinky desires.

Established relationship: girlfriend living together

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Kink•fetish•edging•fingering•size kink•perch position• thigh riding•oral sex on female•breast play nipple play•clit play•spanking•dual stimulation• overstimulation •multiple orgasms• cream pie•aftercare

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After a beautiful dinner party in a members only roof top lounge downtown, Austin drives you back to his estate in the Los Angeles hills.

You are both dressed immaculately due to the occasion. It was Austin’s wrap party for his latest film and all of his famous celebrity costars were in attendance.

You wear a glistening black form fitting mini dress. He wears an expensive black micro pinstripe suit set; pants, blazer, and vest with a black button up shirt beneath.

His blazer is already resting on the back seat of the car and his sleeves are rolled up showing his forearms as he drives. An expensive watch adorns his wrist and three rings decorate his pointer and middle and pinky fingers if his right hand.

You gaze at him as he drives his vintage car through the darkened Hollywood hills. His sandy brown hair is blowing in the wind as his hand grips the steering wheel. His other hand rests at his chin with his elbow rested on the car door frame.

His profile is perfect, an angular nose above full lips with a jaw so sharp it could cut glass. His wispy lashes enhance the beauty of his vibrant blue eyes. Austin is a fever dream.

“What are you staring at over there?” He asks smiling feeling your longing gaze. “A beautifully handsome man.” You say loudly above the wind in the convertible. He peeks over at you grinning and brings his left hand to the steering wheel to place his right hand on your thigh. His hand is so large it covers your thigh completely.

You watch the way his hand squeezes and grips the doughy flesh of your inner thigh and you let out a breath because it feels so good. He slows to a stop at a red light, the car is still as you watch his two ring clad fingers trail under the hem of your mini dress. You melt into a pool of arousal as his fingers tips touch your silk panties pressing softly into your clit.

He stares over at you his eyes mischievous as he smiles then looks lower focusing between your legs. When he pulls your panties to the side and the wetness of your folds covers his finger tips completely. His smile slowly fades into arousal seeing how wet you are for him. He looks back into your eyes for approval.

Your body is relaxed against the seat as you nod for him to go farther. When he pushes his fingers inside of you fully it sets you on fire. He gives them deeply all the way to the rings on his knuckles. He curls them into your walls which are so hot and wet his fingers glide in and out of your tight entrance with ease. You lightly moan as he increases the speed of his fingers inside of you. “A-Austin the light” you say quickly after noticing the car is illuminated in the glowing green of the signal light.

He withdraws his fingers sucking your juices from them as he drives. “Almost home baby” he says keeping both his hands on the wheel now. You look up and notice you've been driving up the empty darkened Los Angeles hills for a while now. You are moments from his estate.

He pulls up to your shared cliffside ocean home and the garage opens automatically.

Once parked inside he comes to open your door and takes you by the hand. He immediately leads you through the massive estate to his office to finish what he started.

Entering his office he gestures you to wait, he turns on a single low lighting lamp at the door. He heads across the room and quickly searches his desk drawer. He retrieves a black lace mask and smiles turning as he lets it unravel in his hand.

Your heart beats rapidly the mask means he wants kink tonight. Your lashes flutter as he approaches. He places the mask on aligning it perfectly to your pretty eyes. Your fingertip instinctively presses on the nose of the lace to hold it in place as he ties the back.

He leans down placing his hand at the nape of your neck dawning you into a passionate his. His lips press sensually against yours until your are panting for him drawing your fingers through his soft hair. He stops and withdraws his lips from you grinning as he stares into your eyes.

“I’m feeling a bit naughty tonight seeing the way you almost came from just my fingers, I want to try with something else.” He says staring at your lips then back into your eyes. “Would you like that?” He asks in a low voice as he holds your jaw. You nod as you answer “Yes Austin anything”

He grins at your eagerness and tucks his fingers affectionately under your chin planting another loving kiss on your lips.

The last time he pulled out the lace mask he wanted sex outdoors. He warmed you up on the bed with oral until you were shaking ready to orgasm then he lifted you up to stand. He kissed your lips as he guided you out doors on to the balcony.

Once out side in the cool night air he turned you around to face the ocean. The dark ocean view was endless beneath the night sky as the waves crashed loudly below. He made sure your hands were held fast to the banister as he inserted his hard cock into you. As you held the banister tightly he began to fuck you against the railing. Your loud moans were drowned out by the crashing of the waves as he delivered his powerful thrusts. It was so hot and erotic you both came almost instantly.

Now as he walks backwards from you he sits on his leather reading chair directly under a framed poster of him on a motorcycle for his film ‘The Bike Riders.” He rests back with his legs apart looking very seductive and powerful. You smile at him and he beckons you to come gesturing with only one finger and a naughty look in his eye.

You remove your heels one at a time and seductively approach.

You stand in front of him and he points to the floor space between his legs directing you to stand there.

You step closer right between his thighs staring down at him as he gazes up into your eyes. He gently places his hands on your hips.

“I want you to make yourself cum on me” he asserts. Your eyes widen in surprise as your heart flutters but you begin to lift your mini dress to touch yourself . He smiles taking ahold of your hands. “So eager baby but I didn’t tell you how.” He admits staring at you with a mischievous grin.

Your mind starts to spin wondering how he wants you to cum on him without using your hands.

He sees you thinking a mile and minute and smiles. “Come here angel” he says opening one arm to have you sit on his lap.

As you prepare to straddle him he quickly pushes his knee between yours shoving them wide apart. Taking ahold of your waist with one hand he pulls you down hard to sit on his thigh.

The firmness of his toned leg pressing between yours sends shocks of pleasure to your core.

“Show me how much I can please you with just my thigh .”He requests.

You smile never having tried this before and slowly bounce on it up and down. He lets out a gentle laugh. “No not like that baby like this” He says and grabbing your hips with his hands. He slowly guides you back and forth making your pussy grind against his leg.

Your brows knit as your mouth falls open. You feel a powerful new sensation you had never experienced before.

Your core throbs with your entire pussy being pressed firm rocking back and forth on his upper leg. You let out a light moan staring into his eyes and he enjoys watching you come undone from the pleasurable stimulation.

“You feel it ?” He asks already knowing by the reaction on your face.

“Y-yes Austin I feel it.” you say in response. You bite your lower lip and place your hands higher near his crotch, creating more leverage for you to work your hips. “Good girl” he says feeling you grip increase on his upper leg “Let me make it even more” he offers and he pulls yours hips down hard, forcing your clit to press his thigh first. You let out a loud moan staring down at your hands that now grip his thigh with your nails.

“Look into my eyes.” He redirects and you gaze up into his hypnotic blues“ I want to see how much you enjoy it.”he confesses. Holding your hips firm he guides your pussy back and forth until you are fucking his thigh as you softly moan.

“Yes Angel just like that” he encourages and you moan louder pushing your pussy back and forth even harder on the high thread count of his expensive pants. The feeling is so pleasurable you begin to lose focus trying to keep your eyes locked on his.

“That’s it baby” he says panting feeling your arousal increase for him. His cock hardens as he maneuvers his thigh in time with yours movements. “Fuck …you’re so hot for me.” he says voice full of arousal staring into your eyes trying to contain himself until you cum.

It makes you grind harder and faster on him until you feel the wetness increasing between your legs making you slick back and forth on his thigh. He feels your arousal seeping through his pants and holds your hips to keep you steady as he begins bouncing you on his knee.

“Oh fuck Austin …-please don’t stop” you beg as he sends powerful shocks of pleasure through your core in time with each hit of his knee. Your nipples harden as you begin to shudder and climax feeling your pelvic muscles contract. “Mmm A-Austin Im s-so close.” You pant out experiencing so much pleasure you can’t think straight.

“I wanna watch you cum for me” he says feeling your legs squeezing around his tighter. You rock back and forth faster on his thigh while he bounces you. “Y-yes Austin I’m gonna cum!” You cry out and he stops bouncing his knee bringing his hands to grip your ass. “Faster!” he snaps and you begin to work your back and hips at a dangerous rate.

Your mouth falls open moaning loudly as you ride his thigh gliding back and forth.

He holds your ass guiding it harder as he helps pull you back and forth on him even faster. “Oh fuck Austin” You moan letting everything go as tears prick the corners of your eyes. “It feels so good!” you cry out.

“Yes… just like that baby ” he says placing a well timed spank on your ass making you gasp and clench pushing you closer to the edge.

He stops all of his movements and holds his hands on your waist pushing you down hard on his thigh making your clit throb as your core explodes with pleasure. “A-AUS I’m cumming !” You cry out as you clench your thighs around his and cum all over his expensive pants. The orgasm was so intense your body shivers as you come down in a daze.

“Mmm fuck baby look at the mess you made. You came so hard for me” he says seeing the pool of glistening fabric beneath your heat. He stares back into your eyes behind the mask grinning in satisfaction as he caresses your arms “I- I’m sorry Austin t-that felt so good.” You pant out as you apologize for the mess you made on him.

“Don’t be sorry“ he says smiling at you seductively . “This is exactly what I wanted” he says tucking his ring clad fingers under your chin gazing into your eyes.“Watching you cum on my thigh got me so hard I’m gonna make you cum a second time baby, maybe even a third. I want to overstimulate you until you screaming for me” he admits sensually, your eyes widen as he lifts you from his thigh and you take a few steps back to give him space.

He pulls off his dress shoes and socks before standing and unbuttoning his dress pants pulling them off with his boxers. His large cock sways with his movements. The shaft is engorged with veins and his tip is blushing pink.

He is still wears his black button up shirt and micro pinstripe vest. “Bring yourself here” he says smiling seeing you stepped back so far, he wants you between his legs again.

You take a swallow looking at the large size of his erect cock and stand directly in front of him awaiting his instructions. “Same safe word?” He asks taking ahold of your waist. He turns you around slowly in his large hands facing you away from him awaiting your answer.

You shiver because when he ‘says safe’ word it gives you a flash back of another night when his kink was all about spanking you. That day you had used his credit card to make an expensive purchase he didn’t approve of which gave him the idea.

He had you lie flat on the bed with your legs apart. You still wore your shirt and mini skirt with panties on. He swatted you hard in rapid succession on the short skirt covering your ass. He knew the fabric was absorbing the sting and that it didn’t hurt… not yet. Next he raised your skirt clapping his hand on your sensitive ass until you were red and wailing “ Austin please no more, I’m sorry!” You blurted out with tears pricking the corners of your eyes and your panties soaked through.

“You’re not sorry yet but you will be” he said unbuckling his thick belt your eyes went wide knowing that he was going to delve you such a brutal punishment. He slid your soaked panties off and had you lay across his lap lifting your skirt over your back. The first crack of his belt took your breath away. Your feet kicked as he snapped the second one across your ass forming a welt “ PLEASE Austin Please No more!” You screamed as you squirmed on his lap trying to recover. You felt the tip of his hardening cock pressing into your belly and realized he was thoroughly enjoying giving you spankings. You didn’t use your safe word and he carried on. “This is your punishment for misbehaving now take it.” He said sternly and cracked another snap of his thick beck across your ass.

No sound escape your throat due to the overstimulation of extreme pain. He snapped you with his belt again and your cheeks went numb as the pain wracked through your entire body making you constrict every muscle. You choked through sobs trying to breathe as you finally regained your voice. “R-RED AUSTIN Fucking RED !” You finally cried out remembering your safe word.

He immediately stopped and collected you in his arms. Tears were streaming down your face uncontrollably he consoled and caressed you, planting kisses and wiping your tears. “I’m so sorry baby” He said holding your jaw making you look into his eyes. You choked out a laugh through your sobs “I’ll never disobey you again.” You said and he weakly smiled. He felt very awful that he thought you enjoyed his spankings.

He made it up to you guiding you to lay flat on your front upon the bed again. He began trailing loving kisses down your back. He started between your shoulder blades all the way down to your waist. He looked over your abused pink cheeks placing his hands just below at your thighs. He kneaded the soft doughy flesh of your inner thighs with his hands while planting soft kisses on your ass where there were no marks.

You began to moan under him still wet from your spankings. He parted your legs wide and gently fingered you until you were panting and gripping the sheets. He spread your legs wider and settled between them resting his hard tip at your entrance. “Is this want you want baby?“ He asked to make sure. “Yes Austin absolutely.” You answered wanting relief from the stress he caused.

He inserted his large cock head followed by his thick shaft into you until he bottomed out making you both moan in pleasure. He rode into you slowly and carefully with his hands on your lower back until you came and after a few more thrusts he came as well. He turned you on your side to carefully hold you against him as you fell asleep due to the physical exhaustion of his punishment. You could never ever build up a tolerance to his harsh spankings. From that night forward he made triple sure his kink was pleasuring you both.

Now as he reaches his hands under your mini dress gripping your panties and sliding them down, they are so wet they cling to you as he pulls them off and you step out of them. “Fuck baby” he says seeing your panties soaked through knowing your pussy is next.

He takes a firm squeeze of your ass and gives it a few sharp smacks his rings adding an extra sting to the spankings. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He says making you smile as he rubs it better and then squeezes and cups your ass in both his hands. He still can’t calm his lust for spanking you but he’s made it hotter. He guides your legs to stand apart by spreading your thighs with his hands.

His ring clad hand gravitates toward your pussy and his fingers touch your folds. “You are dripping baby” he says in a breath.” Did you really like riding my thigh that much?” He ask rhetorically “ Yes Austin I really liked it ” you confirm as a shiver runs down your spine wanting to do it again.

“Bend over for me I want to give you more, I’m gonna finish what I started in the car earlier” he affirms. You obey leaning over holding your hands around your ankles. You are completely bent over in his face to use as he pleases.

You feel two of his long fingers slide into you all the way to the rings on his knuckles. “Mmmm Austin” you moan from the internal stimulation. His fingers feel so good inside of you after the external pleasure of this thigh.

He slowly glides his fingers in and out of your wet entrance until his rings are snapping against your pussy adding extra friction. Your back arcs down as you moan.“Austin… that feels so good” you say to praise him about to orgasm.

He only groans as you hear more slapping noises. Looking over your shoulder you see he is jacking off to fingering your pussy. “Oh -Austin!” You cry out as you orgasm. He feels you clench on his fingers as you cum and he releases his cock.

Removing his fingers from you he sucks your juices off of them. He immediately holds your waist and pulls you back down and onto his other thigh. He brings you up to have your back pressed against his chest with your legs spread open around his upper leg.

“I want to watch you ride my thigh again” he says wrapping his hand around your neck “I want to watch you cum on me”. He says pressing a kiss to your temple. “I know you can do it for me again and I’m obsessed with it now.” He says rasping against your ear.

“I enjoy it too Austin” you naughtily admit as you begin slowly rocking back and forth on his thigh as he holds your neck. Already wet the feel of his slick skin on yours feels so much better than his expensive pants. You let out a moan feeling the smoothness of his thigh rub between your legs. “Austin you feel so good” you say softly closing your eyes and resting your head back on his shoulder.

“You too baby your pussy feels so good on my thigh” he says against your ear. His hands reach from behind and finds your nipples tugging them as you grind his thigh adding another level of arousal “Fuck Austin!” you pant as he squeezes your tits back against your body.

His mouth latches on the left side of your neck and he sucks and licks a bruise as he kneads your breasts pinching the buds. A loud moan escapes your mouth from the feeling. Your back arcs so high as he continues to flick and suck, you stop grinding his leg.

He brings his strong left arm around your torso holding you back on him “Keep going baby you know what I want” he whispers in your ear.

You work through the overstimulation of his hand kneading and tweaking your breast and begin to slowly rock on his thigh again. “Yes baby ..I know …what you want, you want ..me to cum.” you say breathlessly as you grind his thigh.

He presses a kiss to your ear. “Yes I want you to cum on me” he says returning his mouth to sucking and kissing along your neck. His left arm stays wrapped tightly around to keep you riding him. He trails his right hand down from your breast and over your core. He hovers his hand between your legs. “I’m gonna make you cum now baby” He says against your ear.

His fingertips grip into your soaked pussy as you grind on him and you fall apart. “Oh Austin fuck!” You say feeling your core tighten powerfully.

He begins slowly massaging your clit with two fingers as he sucks your neck. When your moans fill the room he brings all four of his fingers to rub your clit and folds simultaneously.

You clench so hard your entire body tenses and you moan for the release of your orgasm. “Austin I’m gonna cum!” You finally cry out. He rubs all of his fingers against your drenched pussy faster and harder, until your abs constrict “That’s it baby…-cum for me…..-soak my fucking thigh.” He commands.

Your core snaps from his words and you cum releasing warm liquid arousal all over his thigh as you moan his name. “Mmm fuck baby your cumming on me.” he groans in pleasure. He holds you tightly feeling you ride out your high, as he continues to rub his fingers into your wet cum, his cock is now painfully throbbing to be inside of you.

You buck your hips and moan against him as you have a second orgasm releasing even more cum. “Oh fuck it’s all over the floor baby, it’s so fucking hot” he says holding you tightly.

The orgasm feels too intense your walls desperately throb inside of you clenching around nothing as you shiver and moan. “That’s it Im fucking you now” he asserts.

He lifts you from his thigh and lines you up over his lap. You moan as his hard cock pierces through your soaking wet entrance stretching you wide.

He settles you on his lap making you take him completely inside of you. You cry out as your heart beats wildly trying to get accustomed to his large cock filling you and pressing your organs. “Shhh shhh” he sounds out soothingly as he massages his thumbs against your tensed back. “You’re doing so good for me baby. I know how large my cock is inside of you.” He reaffirms.

Reaching one hand around your front he presses below your navel feeling the large bulge of his own cock. He brings your hand to press it. “Keep your hand there” he says and takes his hands to your waist lifting you up and pulling you back down on his cock.

You feel when his tip hits its deepest from his thrusts as it presses against your hand and a string of moans escape your throat from the sensation.

He spreads his legs wider beneath you and begins using you to fuck his cock rapidly. Holding your waist and pulling you up and down. He increases his speed faster and harder until he is slamming you up and down on him.

Your moans fill the air as the slapping sounds of his skin increases against yours. You begin helping him bringing your self down in time with his thrust making him deeply moan. He rewards you by touching the slickness of your clit and strumming his fingers against it. You cry out from overstimulation as you clench on him hard.

He feels so much euphoria his cock spasms as he starts to orgasm “Gonna cum baby! Fuck fuck your pussy is so good” he cries out. You place your hands on his knees to withstand his power as he holds your waist. He sets a violent pace thrusting into you wildly making you both orgasm.

You moan in unison as he pulls you down hard on him and his cock pulses warm cum into your core. He thrusts softer and slower until he stops. He lays back against his chair in exhaustion pulling you with him.

You lay with your back to his chest panting as he breathes heavily behind you.

Reaching to untie your mask he hesitates. “You want more?” He asks just in case. “N-no Austin you are perfect.” You say smiling in bliss. He grins “My other thigh will be very jealous he didn’t have you raw.” He says making you both laugh “ I will take care of him later.” You say softly rubbing his left thigh as he unties your mask

You are both are exhausted from sex after attending a party all evening. The only thing you want do next is shower, curl up in bed and cuddle each other to sleep.

Later as you lay in bed he caresses your shoulder as he rests behind you. He presses a loving kiss on your ear. “I love you honey.” He whispers feeling sleepy. “ I love you too Austin.” you confirm. As you lay in the dark you listen to the ocean just outside of the window. Austin sleeps soundly with his arm holding you closely and your thoughts drift to how much he satisfies you and how you can’t wait until the next time he brings the mask out again for kink.

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