#the hint of cock is very nice but THOSE THIGHS
Text
˙✧˖ ?! — SEVEN MINUTES OF YOUR TIME. - MDNI !!
— ‧₊˚ — 👓 : "Such a little slut, getting wet just from just grinding against me. ” ??
summary. something about your boyfriend working in his glasses... to bad that he has to get a paper done till midnight - maybe if you beg real nicely: he'll spend some of his precious time on you? more over what if you piss him off to the point where he has to teach you a lesson with some of that time?
notes. these pics of jk in those glasses still do smth to me so i had to get this done !!
warnings/includes. (NSFW) switch-ish! jungkook x f! reader, dry humping (against his thigh cause ofc why not?!), cock warming, grinding, 'slut' mentioned (dirty talkk in here), tit/nipple play, switch tendencies for both
"how long again?" you ask once again, a whiny tone audible as your hands slip over your completly oblivious boyfriends shoulders, usually he was faster at comprehending.
leaving you on heard, brows a bit furrowed, his tattoed hands continuing their work on the keyboard, after about a minute his gaze shifted to yours now forming into a almost apologetic expression and very soft like he's dealing with a child, "midnight, baby just wait-" his eyes shift to the laptop clock, "two more hours, can you do that for me?"
You sigh dramatically, resting your chin on his shoulder, your fingers running up ad down his arm, tracing his tattoos like trying to lure him in, "but i miss you so much" pouting just a little, the way you knows he finds endearing as his eyes visibly can't settle between your eyes and lips, "just give me seven minutes"
you can see it in his face, he's fighting with himself, "promise, i'll make it worth it" you add innocently as jungkook's resistance almost crumbles, the way his hands move to your face like he's about to pull you even closer then you already were on his lap, yet he catches himself last minute, a faint grin on his face, "patience, baby"
you can tell that something has changed by his sole tone, now dripping of authority, like a switch has been flipped - that didn't change the fact that you felt like you were drenched, it was almost embarrassing the way you could hypothetically just maybe theoretically by a tiny change: cum by the way he was looking at you or talking to you, the way he was looking overall - the way those glasses looked on him, you wanted needed him to fuck your brain out while wearing them.
but nonetheless you shutted up, resting your head on his shoulder, sighing into his nape every once in a while to remind him that you were there, truthfully you were behaving like a child - but you just needed him so bad, it wasn't fair - you turned your attention towards the clock, 10:09 PM.
you just had to- it was self care, it was to defend yourself from the horny demons inside you, so you grinded yourself against his thick thigh, searching for any type of friction, your own pussy ruining you.
it was easy to feel, see, sense it - how his breath hitched a tad bit, how that one hand that was resting on your hip tightened, how his lip was now poking his cheek from the inside, the thing he always did when he was pissed - or sexually frustrated, "feeling impatient are we?" voice tone nearly mocking yet his fingers on the other hand still typing.
starting to shift his leg, to provide just a hint of pressure against your core. "you like that, baby? the way my thigh rubs against your pussy?" he whispers, his breath hot against her ear, "such a little slut, getting wet just from grinding against me."
and you know that he knows - you could see it in his gaze, that tiny cocky smirk, all the softness from ten minutes ago has long faded, he knows how your pussy feels, he knows your body maybe even better then you do.
another thing that he knows was that you fucking hated begging, pleading and he'll gladly use it against you in any given-
"y'know i think i know what you would like even more, mh?" brushing his almost shoulder length hair out of his face, confidence and authority radiating like he's the king of the world- like he got the world right at his knees, "but you can't get that for free, can't you?"
the one hand that was resting on your hip few seconds prior moving to your face, a silent order to look at him and answer or else no cock for you tonight, the other one momentarily stopping their keyboard work.
your lips slightly part, sensing it deep inside, that little dizzy feeling, that feeling to throw yourself onto him no matter what it costs, that feeling of pure dumbness, of nothing but pure sexual needs completly over tripping any form of morals and sense left in your brain, "need you, need you so bad" you whine, once more grinding onto him.
moving one hanging hair strand behind your ear, like a reassuring gesture, knowing damn well that he's analysing each word, trying to find a loophole to mock you for.
"do you really think you deserve it?" raising his eyebrows - a trick question, there's no right way to answer.
"um...no" your tone quiet, head facing down, maybe he'll feel bad?
"i'd really loveee to be mean, but time is ticking and my dick is throbbing, so- gonna have to make this quick, 'kay?" he looks at you, searching for your consent as you nod immediately, "good"
quick fast hands moving to your hips, lifting you easily so you could sit onto the desk while he took his pants of and those lovely calvin klein boxers - nevermind, to say you were just horny was an understatement, you were practically drooling over his cock, so pretty, so hard, leaking with pre cum, reddened - just for you.
sitting back down onto the chair, leaning back into it so casually like he had all the time in the world when he really didn't, "c'mon what you're waiting for? sit down on it- fuck"
his last words groaned out as you took the chance, pressing down onto him, moaning yourself, at the feeling of his dick already deep inside you, being on top of him just once, pussy instantly clenching around him.
"ride that dick like i know you mean it, cause i know you d- mh-" once more ending in a moan, now sounding more like a whimper when you grind against him, "fuck such a lucky man, no better way to spend my ev-" jolting his head back, onto the back of the gaming chair.
wet sounds and kooks delicious whines echoing through the room, your pussy slamming onto him over and over again, nails digging into his shoulders, "need your pussy juice dripping all over my waist, make those nasty fuckin' sounds, like that, fuck yeah-"
his now veiny hands, moving to grip your hips tightly, the way he knows it'll keep a faint mark but you didn't care, fuck- he could mark you all he wanted, touch you however you wanted, fuck you however, fill you up whenever.
"tits, kook - touch my tits" you pressed out, hips still moving like on their own. usually he would've said something like "where's the please?" or "manners, baby" but this time he just groaned once more, right away commanding to your wish, wrapping his hands around your chest.
"y'know me so well, love these so much" he sounded almost drunk, a little hazy too as he leaned just a small bit forward so that he could wrap his mouth around your bare left tit - sucking, licking, gently biting and repeating it again and again.
your nails digged even further into his skin if that was even possible, you wanted to say something, saying is an overstatement considering you probably couldn't talk when all you could let out were moans over moans. your hands moved from his shoulders to his hair, pushing and pulling when he bit or teased you a little to much as his own needy noises got muffeled against your skin.
he lifted his head from your right tit, his hair now delightfully messed up, a little bit of spit left on your boobs, his eyes more wide, "think i'm gonna cum"
"can i fill you up? need to fill you up, nice and deep, need to-"
putting one of your fingers on his lip, you stop him from finishing, "cum inside me" speeding up your grinding, it was cute- seeing all his put-on authority slip the second he needed you to milk him dry, you'd really love to makefriendly fun of him but you felt your own orgasm fastly approaching.
clenching around him one last time, hips pushing forward one last time as you both come, a mix of cursing and unsensical nonsense leaving his mouth as you felt your walls get coated with his hot cum.
"fuckin' have my babies" he smiled lazily, eyes half lidded when in response you grinned and hit back: "how's the paper going?"
he took in a breath of air, eyes even wider if that was possible, "oh fuck shit-"
"i'm taking this out on you later," hands beginning to furiously start typing on the laptop again, biting his lip, playing with his lip piercing like he always does.
"you better do"
#bts ff#kpop smut#bts fic#bts imagines#bts x you#bts fanfic#jungkook smut#jungkook#jungkook fic#jungkook fanfic#bts jungkook#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you
3K notes
·
View notes
Note
cowboy simon x f!reader???
I don't know what else to add, it would be nice if it was smut yk??
I just saw a video where a masked man dressed like a cowboy aslo he still has a naked torso and he is so tall and in very good shape and when I saw this video for some reason it reminded me of Simon
(sorry, english is not my native language, sorry if there are any mistakes!!)
HAI ANONNIE !! OMIGEE COWBOY SIMON IS SO HOT !? like he can yeehaw me every damn time wtf ☝️😍
╰﹒ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘 !
PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader
OVERVIEW: Simon indulges you in your pretty lil fantasies <33
C/W: MDNI. smut w/ fluff + dom!simon riley, sub!f.reader, petnames (love, baby, pretty girl), lotsa teasing, neck kissing, lil manhandling, lil belittling, lotsa praises, thigh riding, humping, clit stimulation, aftercare
W/C: 1.9k
"You're so easy to please, love," Simon chuckles as he had you in a state where you were unable to move, or speak, or even think rationally. Not after when he had obliged to indulge in your naughty little fantasies of being fucked by a cowboy in the late night hours. You could only let out a whimper for him.
You claimed you were joking. But you weren't, really. You had been dropping little hints about those fantasies all the time, asking if he would be up for a cowboy roleplay in the bedroom. He had grumbled a "sort of" agreement when you asked if he was down for it, but you hadn't realized he was really on board for it.
That is, until now, when you found yourself sprawled on your back on the bed, completely weak under his touch.
Simon was dressed with a black cowboy hat atop his head, a sexy red bandana encircling his neck, a thick cowboy belt wrapped around his hips, and dark jeans hugging every curve of his delicious thighs. And to top it all of was his famous skull mask, hiding his face. No shirt. No top. He was beyond shirtless. And my gods, were your pussy right now is dripping with need when you looked over at his abs.
You find your heart racing and your hands trembling as Simon leans in, his breath brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Do I make you nervous?"
You feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought of him being so close, his warmth and presence filling you with a sense of exhilaration that's hard to contain.
"...Yes," you whisper breathlessly in response, your voice dripping with need. Your heart is pounding with excitement, and your body feels on fire with desire as you look into his eyes.
You watch as Simon moves closer, his lips ghosting gently over your throat as he kisses your neck. Your mouth parts and you moan softly, your body tensing and shivering with arousal as he lightly nibbles on your sensitive skin. Your breath quickens and your heart beats faster, overwhelmed by the thrill of it all.
With your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you pulled him close to you, desperate for more of his touching. Your body responded to his kisses, jolting with pleasure as his lips nibbled down your neck. Your hips writhed and squirmed under him as he suckled on your sweet spot.
The heat was building up inside you as Simon's kiss roamed down to your shoulders, and your entire body was buzzing with sensuality. You were lost in pleasure with each sensation of his touch, and the world around you seemed to fade away that you fail to notice Simon pinning your hands above your head.
Simon whispered softly to your ear, "Always so obedient for me, hm?" while he suckled on the skin under your ear. You couldn't help but to squirm and whine with need, your needy whimpers begging him to make you feel good. It made his cock painfully throbbing with need.
Simon's raspy chuckle drove you mad with arousal, as he licked a long striped line from your neck to the base of your ear, leaving a wet trail. You moaned and tried to move your hips to relieve your aching pussy, but Simon firmly gripped your hips and held you still, his touch driving you mad with lust and desire.
"Behave."
Your mind was swimming with pleasure as you looked into his half-lidded eyes through the skull mask.
"Please..." You tugged on the red bandana wrapped around his neck and pulled him down to you, intending to kiss him. But Simon's hold on you was strong, and he pulled you back, his teeth digging into your ear.
You cried out, but the sound was quieted when Simon's mouth covered yours in a hungry and rough kiss. His tongue plunged deep into your mouth, exploring in a demanding and passionate way. He broke the kiss only to move his lips back down your neck to suck and bite your skin, his touch driving you wild with lust.
Your hands tangled in his hair as he continued exploring your mouth with his skilled tongue. You sighed softly as his passionate and rough kisses sent waves of pleasure through your body. But the sensation was not enough, and you wanted more.
You pressed your body against Simon's, your hands roaming along his chest and thighs as you yearned for satisfaction. But Simon had other plans, and rolled you over so that you were now on top of him.
"Ride me, pretty girl," Simon mumbled against your ear, his voice raspy with desire and need. He was looking up at you, his eyes blazing with passion as his hands gripped your hips. You felt your body shiver with arousal, as you moved your hips to hover just above him.
With your naked pussy pressed on top of his bulge, you started to grind down on him, your hands planted on his pecks. You let out a soft moan as the friction made you feel wetter.
"No, baby, ride my thigh," Simon purred with a low chuckle, as he stopped your hips from moving, gripping at it hard. His voice was filled with heat and lust, his eyes dark with desire. He pulled you closer to him, his touch gentle but firm as he guided your hips to glide along his thigh. You let out a moan of pleasure as this felt even better than before.
"Good girl," Simon growled as he continued to guide you in grinding down on his thigh using his arms. His voice was raspy with lust, and his words were an encouraging challenge as his touch grew more intimate. You let out a moan of pleasure as you felt your legs trembling with excitement. Your hips slid along the curves of his thigh, and his touch sent electrifying shivers down your spine.
He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he whispered in your ear, "You like that, don't you, baby?"
You mewled when his fingers trailed up your back, sending warm tingles all over your skin. Your breathing grew heavier as you felt yourself becoming lost in his touch. You couldn't resist grinding against him harder, craving the pleasure he was providing. With each movement, you felt your desire building stronger and stronger.
"Simon.."
His lips curl into a smirk as he hears your plea, the desperation in your voice fueling his own desires. He moves his hands from your back, letting them trail over the sides of your body, his touch light but lingering. He can feel how your cunt was completely drenched with your precum, seeping through his jeans, leaving a wet spot in its wake.
"You're doing good, baby," Simon groaned as he grabbed your waist tighter, his voice thick with desire. "Keep going," he whispered eagerly, his grip firm and his touch thrilling as you continued grinding down on his thigh. The sound of his encouraging words, and the feel of his presence made your body squirm with enjoyment.
"I'm trying, Si'.. Please." You breathed heavily and moaned softly, as Simon coaxed you into grinding down harder and faster into his hard thigh. His hands gripped the sides of your waist firmly as he made you move even more quickly.
"Better," he breathed softly in between pants, his words filled with praise and encouragement. The sensation of his firm thighs in contrast to your weeping cunt made your eyes roll back in pleasure.
Groaning, Simon grabbed his black cowboy hat from his head and placed it on to yours, smiling seductively.
"You're so hot like this, baby," he said in a low, raspy voice. He looked into your eyes with a knowing smirk, and his touch made your skin tingle and the heat build up inside you.
Wanting to indulge into his fantasies too, you placed your hand on top of the hat and smirked at him as you grinded your hips harder. You watch as Simon's grip falters and tosses his head back to the feel of your cunt rubbing on his now stained jeans.
With every frantic thrust you did, your eyes fluttered with pleasure as the trail of fire reached your lower stomach, the familiar sensation making your thighs tremble. You sobbed out on to his shoulder, lazily nuzzling into his neck, seeking comfort and support.
Simon bit back a moan as he heard your sounds, his cock already twitching with desire. He wanted this moment to be special for you, but the sight of your pleasure was enough to overwhelm his senses and stir his primal urges. He had to have you.
As you breathe heavily into his neck, you feel his hand gently caressing your back, feeling the tension and tightness in your muscles as you collapsed onto him.
Your body was still trembling from the pleasure, and you felt a wave of tiredness wash over you. Your breath was shaky as you were in a state of pure bliss and satisfaction, and Simon's gentle caresses felt like a comforting hug.
"Shh, it's okay, baby," he whispered gently as he lifted you from his lap and laid you on the bed. His caresses continued as his breath brushed over your neck, sending a tingle of pleasure down your spine.
Your muscles felt relaxed and loose, and your body was breathless from the wave of pleasure you just experienced. You felt languid, and in a state of contentment and bliss. His gentle caresses felt wonderful against your skin.
Simon softly kissed your forehead and smiled gently at you, his touch still sending chills down your spine. You were breathless and content, and every moment with him felt like a dream. So it was a blur when Simon cleaned you up with a wet towel, your body still trembling from passion. He wiped away the cum, as well as the rest of the arousal on your thighs.
He had also tenderly rubbed out the sweat and the redness on your face and neck with gentle caresses as helped you feel clean and fresh again. When he was done, he lay down beside you on the bed, and pulled you close to him, putting the cowboy hat on the bedside table.
"Did so good for me, hm?" Simon said gently as he cupped both your cheeks and looked into your eyes, making you smile. The love and warmth in his gaze made you feel comforted and safe, and you could feel your heart beating faster with excitement at the thought of being with him.
You hummed in agreement as your eyes fluttered in slumber. Your body was still trembling from the pleasure, but a small giggle came out from your mouth as you mumbled out, "You'd be a great cowboy.." With your body completely relaxed and content, you let yourself go and slipped into a deep sleep in his arms.
Simon laughed softly at your sleepy statement, and bent to kiss you on the lips, carressing your cheek.
"Sure am, love, with the prettiest cowgirl in my side."
navi / masterlist !
#oh my lawd#gah damn#simon bro cowboy ⁉️😧#👾 — [bonnie’s wk]#simon riley smut#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley imagine#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x y/n#simon ghost x you#simon ghost riley x female oc#cod fanfic#cod x reader#cod x you#cod modern warfare#ghost cod#ghost x reader#ghost smut#ghost x you#cod smut#call of duty#call of duty mw2#tf 141 x reader#tf 141 smut#cod mw2
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
Hey I saw you were taking HC requests? Could you do the AOT men and what turns them on? Like does a hand on the leg get them excited etc?
“What turns Attack on Titan men on” Headcanons
Levi
Levi can be a little awkward at first. He’s touch starved. I think any kind of physical contact that could be considered “sexy” would turn him on.
He would love it when you play with his hair. Running your hand along the back of his head, where the prickly shaved part of his hair is.
Running your hand down his arm, softly. That would send shivers down his spine…in a good way.
If you put your hand on his thigh, close to his cock. That would both make him really nervous but also really horny.
Basically any physical contact. Kissing him would make him instantly hard, especially grinding on his lap or sitting on his lap and kissing him.
I’ve said before I’m a firm believer that Levi is an ass man. So if you guys were cleaning together he’d probably make you bend over to get all kinds of small spaces just so he could sneak a peak.
Once he was comfortable with touch he’d be pretty dominant I think. He’s not great at giving out orders but in the bedroom he wouldn’t shy away.
He’d also get extremely turned on anytime he could see just a peek of what’s under your clothes. If you reached up to reach something and your shirt exposed just a small part of your bare skin. That would drive him crazy, imagining what’s underneath.
Calling him Captain would turn him on, the way you say it would get him going. You’d say it really seductive during drills because you would love to see the look on his face even when he tried to hide it.
Kissing Levi would be very hot. He’d softly bite your lips and use a lot of tongue. He would grab you by the back of your hair when kissing you. Pulling you as close to him as possible. He’d probably bite you all over, leaving marks along your body to claim his territory. He’d tell you to cover it up but secretly like it when people could see. He also wouldn’t be opposed to ripping your clothes.
Eren
Eren wouldn’t give you the slightest hint he was turned on if you guys were in public. He wouldn’t want people to know he was so easily turned on by you.
But he would be.
Someone who was strong and brave is what he would be into but he’d want to be the dominant one.
He’s probably like it a little rough so smacking his ass would be something that turned him on.
He’d love a girl to run her fingers up and down his thighs, softly. Someone not afraid to rub his cock over his pants under the table where nobody could see.
A good massage would turn him on as well. You’d start at his neck after a long day, than onto his back. The closer and closer you got to below his waist the hornier he would get.
A nice body would turn him on, someone who’s curves would instantly make him want you. It wouldn’t matter what you wore as long as he could see the outline of your body.
Whispering in his ear is something that could make him melt. He’d be all yours if you did that. You’d tell him how bad you wanted him and he’d wait until you were in private to give you exactly what you want.
He would like kissing but it wouldn’t be his main thing. He’d def want to look you in the eye when you fucked, he’d want to see the faces you were making. Kissing would distract from that.
Jean
Jean would be one of those guys that would get horny really easily. Like it wouldn’t take much to turn him on.
He’s a sucker for a girl with long hair. Just watching her tuck it behind her ear, as she gazed at him would get him going.
He’s also a boob guy so he wouldn’t be shy to stare at your chest, if your bra strap was peeking out that would instantly turn him on. He’d imagine unclasping it and the thought of having your tits in his face would get him so hard.
He’s definitely a visual person so a lot of visuals would get him hard. But there’s also places you could touch to get him going as well.
I imagine he’d get hard with a hand on his thigh. If you guys were hanging out and you sat on his lap to play with his hair he’d really be turned on. Any physical touch with you would get this man going.
I see Jean as a super horny guy both in public and behind closed doors. He couldn’t help himself. You could give him one sexy look and he’d go weak in the knees.
He would love kissing you, he would be both soft and aggressive depending on the moment. He’d probably focus mostly on your tits. He would love to suck your nipples, leaving kisses along your breasts. Kissing always led to something with him. He was such a horny guy that he’d probably start unzipping his pants with a few minutes of you guys making out.
Armin
Armin is a tricky one. I think secretly he’d be like most other guys and enjoy having sex but I think he’d be shy about it.
I think if you smile at him, eyes glistening that would be something he would be into.
Someone who was a good listener when he wanted to vent about his day, or the way he was feeling. He wouldn’t shy away from talking about feelings and someone who could understand that would be a turn on for him.
Of course seeing you in some sexy outfit would turn his cheeks bright red. He’d try to hide it but he wouldn’t be very good at it. Turning him on or trying to initiate sex would be easy for you.
The slightest touch could send this man’s head spinning. A hand on the small of his back, traipsing your fingers down his neck. Those things would make him blush but he’d get hard really quickly and easily.
Softly kissing him would be the way he wanted to kiss you. He would like to take his time. He would want to taste every single part of you, he’d focus mostly on your pleasure and hearing your soft moans would turn him on immensely.
You would have to take lead whenever you wanted him but he’d fold into it very quickly.
Reiner
Reiner is as easily turned on as Jean. He prefers a petite girl. He’s large and he loves having someone he can throw around, or handle very easily.
Lots of physical touch would turn him on. He couldn’t help but get hard almost every time you put your hands on him.
You’d feel the muscles in his arms, the curvature of his back. You always have your hands all over him.
Running your fingers along his V line is the main thing that gets him going. If you even dared doing it he’d instantly pick you up and flip you over, laying kisses all along your neck. He’d manhandle you, be very aggressive. You would love it though.
His kisses would be very aggresive. He’d grab your waist pulling you close to him, he’d leave hickeys everywhere. Not on purpose, he would just want to kiss you all over.
This turned a little into what turns them on and more haha. But I enjoyed it. There’s no good gifs for my boy Armin though
#aot#attack on titan#levi x reader#eren x reader#reiner x reader#armin x reader#jean x reader#levi ackerman#captain levi#eren yaeger#reiner braun#armin arlet#levi smut#eren smut#aot smut#aot fandom#levi headcanons#aot headcanons#aot x reader#snk smut#snk x reader#attack on titan x reader#aot fanfiction
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
fell down a rabbit hole and now I'm obsessed with kitty sato n sugu 😵💫😵💫 fully self indulgent
★ dom sugu x sub sato x dom gn reader, threesome, little bit of dumbification, anal, face sitting, hint of aftercare ★
✩∘₊ ✩*✯☆⃟⃟⃟✯*✩₊∘✩
having a catboy in your life is special as is, but having two? you must've really gotten lucky.
at least, that's what people think when they see you around town with satoru and suguru. they're both hybrids, human and animal features binding together to make two impossibly pretty things that cling to your hips. so different in appearance, yet they fit with you as if you're the missing piece to their puzzle.
satoru is a pampered kitty, snow-white ears and tails overly fluffy and never dirty. his tail sways idly, rubbing the back of your calf tenderly. It compliments his cuddly personality and the way he always pounces on you before sinking his fangs into your shoulder playfully.
suguru, on the other hand, is more reserved. his sleek black ears twitch happily whenever you pet him gently, giving away his emotions despite the neutral look on his face as you toy with his fur. he's not as energetic as his playmate, yet after a long night together it's hard to figure out who's responsible for the red marks littering everybody's skin shamelessly.
∘₊ ✧───────────────────✧₊∘
Somehow, those two always manage to get here. They had once again pulled you into their bed after a long night out, Satoru squishing himself between two warm bodies with a smile. It's evident that he's trying to tease the both of you at once, hands squeezing your waist playfully and head buried in your chest as he rubs his ass against Suguru and waits for his patience to snap.
He knows how good it feels when Suguru gets worked up, having first-hand experience from when he would push him to his limits during ruts. The firm touch manhandling him into a comfortable position, adding yet another to the long list of nights where he would get his hips gripped so roughly and pounded into the mattress... the thought has him rolling his hips forward, pressing the growing bulge in his pants into your thigh.
It goes without saying that he gets in trouble with both of you. Not that he minds, of course. Suguru’s fingers bully him open as you grip his cock, brushing your thumb over the pretty pink tip as a means to punish him is just what he needs after a long day. Being the strongest is hard work, or so he always says before curling up with you in bed. What better way is there to destress than getting his brains fucked out?
Before long, Satoru gets just what he wanted. Suguru's thick dick slides in and out of him in a constant rhythm as he arches into the bed. The sweet noises he would usually be making are muffled by the weight of your body of his mouth, the mouth that seems to be the only functioning part of his body. It gives your hole gentle kitten licks, rough muscle sending shivers up your spine as it teases by circling before diving in for more.
The last thing on Satoru's fuzzy head is complaining. He's enjoying giving you two pleasures if his twitching cock and the pearly mess on his stomach are any tell. His only fluffy tail now stained with both his and Suguru's cum wraps around the man inside of him's waist, sharp nails digging into your thighs as he pulls you deeper onto his tongue. He could die happy like this, really.
Being degraded into a mere sex toy for his lovers to use while his needs are ignored is one of the most gratifying experiences he's ever had. Even when you two are nice enough to give him a break, he spends the entire time babbling about how much fun he's having and rubbing his head against whoever's closest. With the amount of stamina being around you gives him, he's prepared to go all night as a fucktoy.
Luckily for Satoru, he was blessed with very graceful partners. When he's truly at the edge of his consciousness you both seem to take notice, spending the rest of the night pampering him with affection. Cleaning him up with a warm cloth when he mumbles how tired he feels, showering him with tender kisses, and pulling him back into the same position as before you even started. Though his words are semi-incoherent he still whispers out a small "thank you", a ditzy smile on his face as he drifts off to sleep.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
a/n: this barely had anything to do with them being hybrids, but still scratched an itch in my brain <3 so sorry about my absence (again!!), march is always such a busy month :( but I promise, im ready to post again!!!
also made the executive decision to launch an acc just for fluff, @chroniccybers :) think it'll help me keep motivation if I seperate the type of fics I make lol
#jjk x reader#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojou satoru x reader#geto suguru#suguru geto#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#satoru gojo x reader#getou suguru x reader#jjk suguru#jujutsu kaisen suguru#suguru geto smut#getou suguru x you#jujutsu gojo#suguru geto x reader#geto suguru x reader#technically satosugu but I feel bad tagging it that#dont want all the angst lovers getting their feed clogged :(
206 notes
·
View notes
Text
fem!reader, uni au
There's a stranger in your bed, and he's fucking you better than any of your boyfriends have before.
Veritas Ratio pistons into your abused cunt, puffy and raw from his tongue, fingers, and cock. It's slender but long, almost elegant in shape, reaching so deep into you that you're nearly satisfied by him bottoming out alone.
But you're not so easily filled. And it's part of the reason why you're out on town, having finally freed yourself of your previous boyfriend, looking for a good dick to get fucked by.
But no one told you a stranger's dick would be this insane.
"Giving up already?" Everything Veritas says manages to sound judgemental and disappointed. You squeeze tighter around him, whimpering as your pussy protests, but he doesn't even crack an inch. "Slut."
He has you crumpled, exhausted, every muscle twitching from your past orgasms, and still he shows no sign of stopping.
"Can't even cum for me." Those long, deft fingers release their grip on your hair. You lurch forward with a whine of relief - at least until his hand creeps down to your cunt.
"Don't- please- ah, ah, ah~"
He rubs harsh circles into your clit. Sparks rush up into your belly, slamming you shut on his hard, hard dick, the knot ready to snap.
He groans, one of a limited range of sounds you've heard from him this night, and if it was even possible, his strokes get even faster. "Don't, my ass. Make me cum, you little bi- hrrrrrrph."
The knot unravels. "Veri, Veri, please, ah, please-"
A syrupy warmth spills out over your back, and his scent fills your nose again. You whimper, legs trembling, flashing hot and cold as your pussy spasms emptily from your orgasm.
Finally, he lets go. You collapse shakily, turning over.
He's hunched over you, purple strands concealing his expression as he ducks his head to catch his breath. There's a full moon high in the sky, and even the streets have gone quiet on this Friday evening. Or Saturday morning.
Veritas lowers himself slowly onto the mattress next to you, the only indication that he'd ever exerted himself the sheen of perspiration on his forehead. His amber eyes pass impersonally over you, roving over your room as if it were his.
That was how he typically was, you'd learnt. Veritas Ratio was indifferent, coldly analytical towards the softer parts of humanity. Even in the club, he hadn't had much to say about anything except "It's too loud in here."
He was an architecture major something-or-other, handsome in the same way his blueprints were - all flat planes and sharp angles. Veritas had been eyed by a number of girls all over campus (and professors too, so it was rumoured), but his chilling attitude toward each and every one of them had spoken its own message.
Then you'd gone out with some course friends to a club. His liquid amber eyes flashed blue, green, pink under the club lights, digging into the flesh visible just above your thigh-high boots, and you'd decided, hey, why not?
His phone buzzes insistently somewhere in the room. Veritas sighs impatiently, climbing over you to rummage for his possessions. You're too sore to move much and the sudden loss of warmth stirs up an unwelcome hint of disappointment.
You listen to him move around your room for a moment. Warm breath on your ear gives you reason to turn over.
"I have to go now," he says, face inches from yours. You jump in surprise, clutching your blankets to your chest.
"Already?" Maybe you should have expected it. "Do you need a shower first?"
He hesitates. "...That would be nice, thank you."
You wave a hand lazily in the direction of the bathroom, watching him go. "And raise the door up before you latch it!" you call after him.
You hear the brief sounds of struggle, then Veritas manages. The sound of running water starts shortly after.
You let yourself lie for a moment longer, then groan and get up. The sheets and laundry would need to be washed, the house cleaned, and your work for school still needed to be tackled.
You're in the kitchen, doing the dishes, when you hear the front door open and shut.
#hsr x reader smut#hsr x reader#x reader smut#honkai star rail#star rail#ratio smut#honkai star rail x reader#dr ratio smut#hsr dr ratio#veritas ratio#dr ratio#hsr ratio
399 notes
·
View notes
Text
cats don't speak
sypnosis || scaramouche ordered some gifts for his lover to try out.
warnings: lower case intentional, mean scaramouche, afab gn! reader (using she/her), filming, fingers down your throat, saliva/spit/drool, choking, dacryphilia, mention of butt plug, heavy degrading, sprinkle of praise. getting called kitty. humiliation.
minors dni
·˚ ༘ not proofread hehe
the pads of his fingers caress the texture of the leather that wrap around her neck, the bell dangling with soft dings. scaramouche smirks, gazing down at herㅡ on her knees on the floor, looking up at him through those pretty long lashes with a hint of shame within her eyes.
"see? it's perfect." his smile was condescending, a type of malice that made her heart pound against her ribcage. scaramouche traces the artificial ears that clipped to her soft hair, he's starting to treat her just like a small pet; delicate and needy.
his lover puckers her lips into a slight pout, the plug nestled deep into that tight cavern of her rear, an uncomfortable yet sensational feeling, the fluffy tail resting in between her thighs. "it feels weird..." she confesses, resting her cheek upon the rough denim of his lap.
the entire ordeal of getting dragged to his bedroom with a nicely wrapped package on his sheets piqued her curiosity greatly, only to reveal that they're merely toys for his entertainment. for his model, his muse, his loverㅡ she's the perfect candidate for his sore eyes. scaramouche doesn't listen to her complaints in the beginning, her sentences falling to deaf ears as each article of clothing strips off of her body just for this act of power.
he tips her head back, "i don't understand you, kitty" a derisive grin spread across his handsome face, causing her very core to tighten from the voltage of adrenaline.
"come on, meow for the camera."
a thick clump of saliva dries her throat as she swallows, a whole weight of shame lay heavy within her head as her pupils gloss towards the camera. she hesitates, ".. me.. mew..?"
despite her best attempt, scaramouche isn't pleased. he pulls at her bottom lip to part them, eyeing the pink interior of her mouth as strings of saliva thread loosely. "i know you look so pathetic but at least try."
".. scaramouche, come onㅡ"
her eyes gape immediately at the flavorless taste of his fingers pushing past her teeth, pressing down on her tongue to silence her protests. as if on an instant, she clicked right back to her place, kneeling before the man who has spoiled her with his morbid affection.
"if you can't meow, why not lick, hm?"
he drags his fingers across the surface of her pink tongue, gently moving in and out of her mouth, suggesting that she puts in the effort for him. through her muddled vision she submits, suckling on his fingers until a rhythm builds that satisfies them both. with each bob of her her head, the bell attached to her collar jingles, only adding to the throb that aches scaramouche's cock.
his indigo eyes watching every detail of the way her pretty lips wrap around his middle and ring finger, glazing them with spit each time she parts from it for a single second before drawing in once more. he groans, voice mixing with the followed slurping noise of her continuous sucking.
"hah.. finally, something you're good for."
her heart quelled, urging herself to go faster, deeper. thus, scaramouche muses at the way she gags at the tips of his digits hitting the back of her throat, feeling his dull nails hit the flesh. tears form to sear her vision and pearl down her flushed cheeks, the thickened tension between them making it difficult to breathe. and through all of this, she doesn't take her eyes away from the lenses of scaramouche's phone as he fails to keep it steady.
she even puts on a show, opening her mouth enough to swirl her tongue around his fingers like an obedient pet, before shoving them deep down her throat once more. drool dribbles down her chin and dripping down to the surface of her cleavage, adding to the pornographic-like feel that is presented to him.
"fuck that's it."
466 notes
·
View notes
Note
rindou + cockwarming /.\
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — rindou h. x fem!reader
ᰔ cockwarming, teasing, so sorry this took so long! enjoy <3
“what’d you do today?”
it’s a simple question, really. laced with fatigue and dripping with honey. rindou’s fingertips dance over your bare thighs, sneaking over the soft skin as you straddle his lap facing him.
“i, umm,” you swallow, shifting uncontrollably in his hold, the tips of his fingers send tingles up your spine, making you shudder and tense your muscles. “‘went out to that, the um, cute cat cafe i told you about,”
he hums, sitting, completely relaxed and laid back with his eyes half lidded with affection.
subtly, but not so subtly because he can see the reactions clear on your face, his hands wander up your thighs and to your behind, resting them right over your ass. he doesn’t try to grope, or to make it sexual, or do anything that might hint at his neediness.
he doesn’t need to – not when you’re practically squirming on his cock.
the wetness seeps out of your sweet pussy and down his dick, even down his achey balls. he feels you spasm and squeeze uncontrollably around him, but he refuses to give in to the burning desire inside him. just this once, he wants to relax, just like this, have a nice talk about your day because he could listen to your sweet voice for hours upon hours — while you whimper and whine between your words on his throbbing cock.
it’s almost mean, no — it’s so mean. you look at him with pleading eyes, ‘please just fuck me,’ they say, silently begging him to rub your clit till you’re dizzy and crying.
but he doesn’t. he just watches. like an attentive hawk as he pets and strokes you so lovingly.
“then what?” he says, voice low.
you look away, feeling your face heat up and breaths coming out in labored pants. “walked in the park, had some really good ice cream, too,” you breathe, “i really missed mina. it was, was nice to see her.”
your hands tense around his shoulders, creasing his pristine suit. they trail down to where his tie sits loose around his neck, to where the first three buttons are undone and the seductive tattoos peek out, almost teasing. beckoning you to undo the rest of them and explore the expanse of his chest.
rindou takes a sip of his bourbon, eyes and attention stuck on you as you speak. he absolutely eats up the way you just try to keep your whines in, the way you force yourself to keep still and finish your sentence. you’re too cute, he could just eat you right up.
“that’s all?”
“no-! no,” you lighten up, a little smile on your lips, “‘wish you were there. but you’re allergic to cats.” you roll your eyes.
“brat.” he pinches your ass playfully.
you squeal, “no, seriously rin! who the hell can be so allergic to those cute babies?”
he knows you’re joking. time and time again, teasing him because he can’t handle a little fur baby in the apartment you two share.
suddenly, catching you completely off guard, he thrusts up into your core, sinking his cock impossibly deeper inside you. almost like payback to your teasing words.
“i-! oh, rin,” a little furrow in your brow, face burning up with the sweat building on your temples. he can see the way you try to fight the tension.
“if you wanna be a cocky brat,” he says, pulling you flush against his chest, faces close enough that you almost share the same breath; you look into his violet eyes that leave you lovestruck and needy, “i’ll show you what cocky brats deserve.”
his hands slide down under your ass, gripping the flesh hard. silently, you look at him, and you can tell just by the look on his face, that you’ll both be having a very, very long night.
you can’t say you’re mad about it.
487 notes
·
View notes
Text
Marc's Thin Ass Sweatpants
Marc and those thin ass sweat pants....Illegal....
Words: 1257
Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY MDNI
Beta: @welcometostayingawake (THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!)
WARNINGS: PinV, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, clothed sex, thin ass sweat pants
It was your day off and you decided to spend it with Marc, looking forward to some quality time with your man. He’d been grumbling about needing to clean his flat and you were willing to help him. But being the good boyfriend he sometimes was, he wouldn’t hear of making you work on your day off, so imagine his surprise when he opened his front door to find you there in a sundress and holding a book.
“I told you that you didn’t need to come help me clean up,” He told you after he pressed a kiss to your cheek and stepped aside to usher you in.
“Oh no, I’m not here to clean, I'm here to learn. I brought a book and everything,” you told him while you held up the latest Star Wars book.
“More Poe?” he asked while he watched you walk to his bed with his eyes firmly glued to your ass.
“Why? Are you jealous?”
“I am not jealous of your fictional boyfriend.”
You giggled while you climbed into the middle of the bed to read. Marc pressed a kiss to your lips and started his cleaning for the most part leaving you to your own devices. You’d occasionally look up over the top of your book for a prime glimpse of his ass while he bent over, his thin sweatpants doing nothing to hide his assets from the world. Not that you minded much, he had a nice bum that deserved admiration.
You’d just looked over the top of the book again when you saw him stretching, mouth parting at the view. His arms raised, his back arched and a hint of his stomach poked out, making for an excellent view and you couldn’t help it as your gaze drifted down further.
Oh.
You knew his sweatpants were thin but you hadn’t realised just how thin. The material hugged his soft cock while he stretched, leaving nothing hidden from your eyes, and making it very clear that he was going commando for the day. You bit your lip trying to contain the desire that was rising steadily at the sight.
“Something I can help you with, baby?” Marc asked in a teasing tone, a clear sign that you’d been caught.
“Nope, get back to work,” You told him while you went back to your book.
You kept lifting your eyes from the pages to look at Marc puttering around in his bedroom trying to find something to clean. After roughly five minutes, his erection was fully visible, pressed against the thin fabric and desperate for relief. A spot of precum even dotted the pants and that was enough to break you.
“Marc, come here,” you ordered softly, finally throwing your book aside.
Marc closed the distance between the two of you and you wasted no time in running your hands over his clothed cock. You could feel every inch of him through the thin material, and yet you didn't free him. Instead, you left the thin material in place and kept up your eager pace outside his pants. The sounds he made while you stroked him made you clench your thighs together for some relief. Whimpers and soft moans filled your ears and fueled your need for him.
“Baby, stop…I need to cum and I don’t want to cum in my pants,” he practically whimpered.
“Do you know how hot that would be? And it would teach you a lesson about wearing these thin ass sweatpants,” you told him. You gave his cock a kiss over the material before pulling down the waistband and finally exposing him.
You stood and shimmied out of your panties, bent over the bed and pulled up your dress exposing your dripping cunt to him. You looked over your shoulder before giving him an inviting wiggle of your hips.
Marc pressed himself behind you and tapped the head of his cock against your clit, dragging out a wanton moan from you. He lined up with your entrance and snapped his hips forward, filling you in one smooth motion. He drew out almost fully before snapping his hips forward and filling you again while your hands scrambled for purchase on the bed.
Marc tangled his fingers in your hair pulling you upward and giving him better leverage to fuck you hard. He set a brutal pace into your cunt. The grip on your hair made your orgasm build quickly, while his groans were music to your ears.
“Marc… please…oh fuck…please I need to cum,” you whined while you worked your hips back against him furiously.
“Who were you going to teach a lesson to?” He growled while he shifted his hand from your hair to your throat.
“You…” you whispered as his grip shifted to gently wrap around your throat while he railed you. His hand and harsh pace were starting to make you feel like you were floating free of your body from the pleasure.
Your orgasm took you by surprise, hitting you like a bus and slamming you back into your body. Only his continued grip on you, while still thrusting raggedly from behind, kept you up upright while your orgasm wrecked your body.
“That’s it baby, you’re so good for me,” Marc groaned in your ear. His cock twitched inside you, releasing ropes of cum deep into your pussy, filling you up. He pulled out and watched his seed drip from you before scooping it up and pushing it back into your sensitive hole with two fingers, making you whine. He made a soft shushing sound and kept fingering you, making sure you didn’t lose a drop of him.
“Marc…” You whined softly, but you rocked your hips back onto his fingers all the same.
“You gonna cum for me again, baby? These sweatpants got you that hot and bothered?”
Marc applied his thumb to your clit working the sensitive nub while he fingered you. You whined softly and you could hear the smirk when he spoke his next words.
“Oh baby, you don’t like it when I tease, do you? Maybe this should be a lesson in not teasing me either, hmm?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, please… please let me cum…” you whined while you rocked against him faster, seeking your release.
Marc grinned but did as you asked, quickening his pace and curling against your g-spot. He could feel your walls tightening around his fingers and he gripped your waist with his free hand. The extra touch of his hand made your knees buckle as you wailed out your second orgasm.
Marc kept his fingers working into you at a steady pace, working you through the waves of pleasure with sweet words of encouragement. Once you slumped forward bonelessly, Marc pulled back the cover and helped you into bed. He pulled off his clothes and climbed in after you with a smile.
“So… sweatpants, huh?” He asked with a grin.
“Please tell me you haven’t worn those out of the house,” you murmured while you settled against him.
“I have, why?” His tone shifted from teasing to slightly worried.
“Babe, going commando in those sweatpants leaves nothing to the imagination and everything to be desired,” you told him.
Marc nodded thoughtfully, he could never wear those sweatpants out again. But now he knew how to win an argument with you or get your attention. He cleaned the apartment, got to see his girl, got to fuck his girl and now had a new secret weapon.
Today was a good day.
507 notes
·
View notes
Text
Day 7 🡆 Breeding Kink (dom!Zoro x afab!reader)
Summary: Zoro fucks a baby into you.
CW: public sex, sex in the forest, breeding kink, afab!reader, dom!Zoro, dirty talk, use of petnames like "baby", daddy kink, biting
Deep inside a forest, just outside of the bustling town the Thousand Sunny docked at hours before, the sweet serenity of nature is shattered by broken moans and the wet smack of two bodies meeting.
“Ah, oh fuck—Zoro!”
“Got you, baby,” he rumbles in your ear, somehow steady as he batters inside you mercilessly, groaning as the gummy walls of your sweet, greedy little pussy welcome him. “Fuck, you feel so good…!”
Again, your head is thrown back against his shoulder as you moan and moan, eyes clouded and glossy as your palms clench at the rock under you. Wherever your thoughts are, they’re definitely no longer in your head. No, no—he made sure to do away with those the minute he kissed you, the moment you pulled his pants down, when you nearly choked trying to swallow his cock, and then, the very second he bent you over this rock and was inside you.
Now, all you can think of is Zoro, Zoro, Zoro and how Big he is, arms wrapped around you, his hands squeezing at your curves, his muscles thighs slamming furiously against the back of yours—and then, of course, how his cock isn’t even kissing your cervix but outright ravaging it. Like he wants to drive you insane, like he wants to become part of you, maybe put a baby in you—
Zoro growls, sinks his teeth into your shoulder, causing you to whimper.
“Shit, love your pussy, Bunny,” he says, licking his lips and tasting a hint of copper. “Always takes me so well, like you were made for it. Made to take my cock, my seed—”
You cry out, eyes beginning to water. Fuck, no, no, no. He can’t say that, he’ll ruin you.
Zoro pauses, feels how you clench around him, the wetness that drips onto him—and he grins wide, like the devil he is.
“Oh? You like that, huh? Like the idea of me stuffing you nice and full, filling your body until my seed takes?”
Your teeth sink into your swollen lip, the gaze in your eyes taking on a new haze. One of his rough hands moves to stroke at your pulsing clit.
“I think about it too, y’know. Maybe a little too much. You’d be such a good mommy—”
“Yes, please," you moan, feeling your eyes roll back, your mind going crazy. "Want it so bad, daddy. Wanna be filled to the fucking brim—ah!"
You barely have time to breathe before Zoro has you on your back, pinned to the rock under you. His rough hands move to throw your legs over his shoulders as he looms over you. His hands then go to your waist and lift your lower body up as he shoves back inside you, forcing your cunt along his cock as he slams inside you over and over. He’s so rough, going so deep to push you closer and closer to the edge, you end up letting out scream after scream—speech barely audible, your throat left raw, those sorts of screams. The tension inside of you starts to become difficult to hold back, your cunt fluttering wetly whenever he’s inside you, and your eyes start to roll back.
“That’s it, baby, that’s my good girl,” he rasps, his harsh exhale coming out in near steams. “Let go for me. Let go so I can fuck a baby into you—”
And with that said, with a flutter of your cunt, your whole world explodes in color.
“Ah, fuck, fuck, mmmm,” you squeal while pressing your lips closed, face flooding with heat as your back arches, as your eyes go wide and unseeing, each wave of your orgasm taking bits of your mind with it as he keeps going, dear god. “Zoro, daddy, I want—”
“Yeah, yeah, here I come, baby,” he growls, leaning forward to press his mouth to yours, shuddering when he feels your hands scrabble along his back, raking your nails into his skin. He moves faster, almost there almost almost almost—“God.”
And with another arch into him, you moan at the electrifying feeling of being full—of him, of the love you and him made together—and as your cheek falls to his shoulder, a cock drunk smile spreads across your face.
#smutfic#18+ fic#18+ writing#cw: breeding#Zoro x reader#zoro x afab!reader#zoro is a filthy mofo here and i loved writing him too much#one piece smut#one piece fanfic#reader insert#one piece x reader#request for December#but i've been in a bit of a slump#and busy#so i'm gonna try and roll out what i managed to finish#i did my best guys#nsft#mdni
413 notes
·
View notes
Text
hard hitter | bradley bradshaw x f!reader
warnings: SMUT. 18+ minors DNI!! afab!reader, oral (f and m receiving), piv sex, switch/sub Rooster, nipple play, power play, public stuff, mirror stuff, a hint of mommy kink, praise kink, use of the term ‘good boy’
disclaimer: uh, well, I listened to WAP and suddenly I craved subby Rooster. please read at your own discretion, it’s a lot. please heed the warnings as written above.
description: you knew men like Bradley liked being in control, but what if you like it too?
tagging @theharddeck @roosterforme & @mak-32 cause i think they might enjoy this one!
Men were easy. If you weren’t looking for someone to take care of you, if you were just looking for the pleasure a man can provide - men were very easy. A little hint of fluttery eyelashes, a small lick of the lips, a sway to the hips - they were done for. It was a power trip. The key was to make them think they were the ones in power. Make them feel big and manly and strong for you, when in reality the leash was in your hands, and you kept it tight.
The current man you were playing your little game with was going to be a challenge, you could tell - and the mere thought of having this man on his knees for you made a delicious thrill run through your spine. You’d matched with him on one of those apps that people sometimes tried to fool themselves into thinking were for finding friends or partners. You knew better than that. Flicking through this man’s picture had you licking your lips, thighs clenching together slightly at the thought of what fun you could have with him. One picture depicted him with a football, shirtless, with abs, pecs and biceps glistening in the sun. How slutty.
His name was Bradley. A slutty name if you ever heard one. He exuded dominant vibes, something that made you smirk. You’d cracked some men who though the held all the power before, but this man felt like a real challenge. He was a naval aviator, which meant the man literally had a thrill chase almost every time he went to work. You’d have to put in a little more work this time - and honestly you were pleased. It had almost gotten too easy lulling these boys into a sense of false security.
You had to give it to him, he tried very hard to be a gentleman in the beginning of your texting. Seemed to be the type to want to wine you and dine you before he bedded you. You weren’t one to complain, and you’d agreed to a date as soon as he was home from his current deployment.
However, you knew you needed to start working him early for your game to work. So that’s why you’d found the most intricate looking lingerie you could find, black lace, garters attached to your thighs - a choker delicately placed snug around your throat and Mary Jane heels on your feet as you posed for lewd pictures.
You’d describe the pictures as high art, though some might describe them as pornographic. Some pictures were downright artsy, with nice lighting, of you in bed, arching your back whilst grasping your breast, chin tilted up to create an alluring figure. One was a closeup of your pushed up tits, tongue outstretched to taste your manicured finger, that one might teeter on the pornographic side of the scale. Sending them to him - you’d simply captured them “Thinking of you x”. It had worked like a charm. Bradley’s response was exactly what you'd hoped for.
“Fuck, baby, you have no idea how many times I’ve jerked it to these. Came so fucking hard for you, babe x” that text had a smirk forming on your lips. Knowing you made him cum before you even met him was a powerful feeling.
The thrill of knowing you could have a man go crazy with lust with a couple of pictures of your clothed body, skimpily dressed, sure - but not necessarily to the point where you had given it all away at once. He had never met you, but you’d made him fist his cock, made him groan and moan at the thought of fucking you.
Bradley had followed up with texts of the things he wanted to do to you, how good he’d make you feel - and you had to give it to him, he had you worked up with his creativity. And you’d be lying if the tasteful pic he’d sent you hadn’t had you whimpering a little, he knew what women wanted. It was a picture of his bare upper body in a mirror, grey Calvin Kleins slung low on his hips, hand gripping his hard cock through the fabric. The hint of happy trail and the dusting of chest hair had your mouth watering. God, he was packing.
Suddenly you couldn’t wait for Bradley to come home. It almost concerned you a little how much you were longing to ride him until he saw stars, you’d never spent this much time thinking about one singular man before. Shaking your head, you hoped that you’d forget about him after you’d gotten it out of your system.
As the night came, you were dancing happily along to a playlist that made you feel like the hottest and most powerful woman in the world. Fixing your tits in your tight, black, satin dress - you smirked. The dress supported your bare tits beautifully, pushing them up just enough to make them look a little mouth watering. A thin chain of rhinestones were wrapped tight around your throat, and the Mary Janes you had worn in the pictures you’d sent to Bradley adorned your feet. The dress had just enough of a slit to show a tantalising amount of your thigh. It was perfect for the night you had planned. It was finally time to put your game into play.
Wrapping neatly manicured nails around the stem of the glass of wine you had poured yourself, you downed the rest of the drink as your doorbell rang. A breath hitched in your throat, eyes glittering with excitement. Showtime.
Opening the door, Bradley’s form almost had you stuttering on a breath again. Fuck, he was more gorgeous in real life. He’d made an effort, wearing a black suit, opting for his white shirt to be slightly unbuttoned instead of wearing a tie.
“Bradley,” his name fell off your lips like a purr, the corners of your lips turning up in an innocent smile. You took a step forward, slinging an arm around his neck, embracing him in a half hug, making sure to press your chest against his as you smiled up at him - making sure your wrist lingered near his face so he could inhale the heady scent of the vanilla perfume that lingered there.
A smirk played on his lips as he looked down on you “Baby,” he spoke and you hadn’t anticipated that his voice would be raspy, deep, and way too seductive for your own good. Fuck. “You look…” he trailed off, obviously fighting the urge to say something along the lines of ‘fuckable’.
“I hope the end of that sentence is good?” You teased, stepping away from him. He chuckled as he helped you into his car.
“Yeah, you rendered me speechless, baby doll,” fuck, he was good. The pet names were going straight to your core, making it hard to keep your game in play. He was sinful.
Dinner was eventful to say the least. Bradley kept running his hand over his throat and into the opening of his shirt to scratch at his chest. You wondered if that was intentional. His eyes were glittering with mischief, a hint of lust hidden behind them as you pulled out your A game - gasping and praising his dangerous job, nothing had men reeling more than being made to feel important and dangerous. Your heeled feet had “accidentally” stroked his calves a couple of times, and you had fluttered your lashes, trying to look bashful as you bit your lip and apologised. Bradley had arched a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He looked amused. You silently wondered if he was onto your little game. If he was, he seemed eager to play.
After finishing your wine, whilst waiting for dessert to arrive, you figured you’d try another little play of yours.
“Bradley, did you see where the bathrooms were?” you looked around, brows slightly furrowed as you bit your lower lip softly. “Yes, doll, right around that corner,” Bradley murmured. You smiled sweetly, rising slowly to your feet, giving him a good look at the swell of your tits.
“Thank you, Bradley,” you purred “I’m just going to touch up my makeup,” you continued, letting your eyes flicker to his crotch, before meeting his eyes - giving him your best sultry doe eyes, before turning and walking away. You took a beat before glancing over your shoulder - seeing Bradley’s hungry eyes on you, you shot him a quick wink before disappearing in to the fancy bathroom.
Closing the door you drew a shaky breath, looking into the large, ornate floor-length mirror. Your smirk widened, looking at the excited look on your face. If this worked out how you wanted it to, this would be golden. As you looked into the mirror, you saw the erratic rise and fall of your chest as you waited with somewhat baited breath. You wanted Bradley to cave so bad. Finally, the unlocked door slowly swung open, and you bit your lip hard as you made eye-contact with Bradley’s hungry, amber eyes.
“Thought you’d never come,” you smirked, turning around, placing your hand over his on the handle of the door - helping him close and lock it. He hadn’t uttered a word before you sunk to your knees in front of his tall form, licking your lips as you kept gazing into his stormy eyes. Slowly raising a brow, your eyes flickered down to his semi-hard cock straining against his dress pants. You were sat on your bare knees, the slit of the dress giving him a good look at your soft thighs - your heels tucked under your butt, giving him a nice visual in the mirror.
“You want my cock that bad, doll? Couldn’t wait until after dinner?” Bradley reached out his hand, his fingers ghosting over your jaw and chin, tucking your hair behind your ear. If you hadn’t been kneeling in front of his hardening cock, the action would have been sweet.
“You came here, didn’t you?” You hummed as you slowly reached for Bradley’s fly, slowly pulling his pants off.
“I can be a patient, good girl for you if you’d rather we wait, Sir,” your tone was definitely mocking, and you put on a pouty face - a teasing glint in your eyes as you saw Bradley twitch in his boxers and his breath stuttering.
“No this is good,” he murmured, stroking the back of your hair.
“I thought so,” you whispered, grinning up at him as you palmed him through his boxers. He hissed at the sudden sensation of pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Look at me, Bradley,” you purred as you adjusted your position, gently moving him to where you wanted him. Your fingers latched onto the hem of his boxers, pulling them down until his hard, veiny cock sprung free. The small whine that left your throat wasn’t planned, but fuck he was big. Bradley groaned at the sound, opening his eyes and obeying your demand by looking down at you.
“In the mirror, Bradley. Look at your cock fucking my mouth,” you whispered, a sinful look on your face as you licked his tip. A long, drawn out moan tore from deep within his chest as he felt you wrap your hot, wet mouth around his length. He heeded your suggestion, glancing in the mirror. Bradley could barely keep from cumming then and there - seeing your ass, legs, heels and thighs, knees wide apart and open for him, your sinful mouth swallowing his cock again and again like such a good girl.
“Fuck,” he moaned out as you finally managed to take him all the way to the back of your throat. Your tongue swirled and licked at him, whilst hollowing your cheeks to suck at him hard. His noises had you whimpering and squeezing your thighs together slightly. Bradley was stroking your hair, sometimes tangling his long fingers in it and tugging slightly to get you to take him even further. Taking him deep in your throat again, you moaned at the sensation of his heavy cock throbbing in your mouth. His pre-cum mixing with your saliva made for a perfect blend for Bradley’s cock to slip in and out of your mouth, further and further down your throat.
Bradley had been so fixated on the visual the mirror provided, your body looking so good kneeling for him, your eager mouth taking his cock so well. As he looked down he choked on a breath, seeing his cock bulging deep in your throat. With an animalistic moan his hips stuttered, a strangled warning managed to slip from his lips before he shot his hot seed deep down your throat. His ears almost started ringing as he noticed the soft moan that left your throat, muffled by his cock in your mouth. Fuck, that was hot.
Bradley looked down at your fucked mouth, thrusting slowly once, twice, watching you swallow around his cock, tears leaking from your eyes as cum dribbled down your chin. He groaned deep within his chest as his thumb stroked your cheek.
“Fuck, you look absolutely delectable right now, angel,” he murmured, trying to catch his breath. He helped you stand up and you shot him a small smile.
“I think our desserts might have come now, let me just touch up my makeup and I’ll be right out,” you winked playfully, turning to the mirror to correct the smudged mascara and your cum covered chin.
“Sinful…” Bradley could hardly believe how much you turned him on. Such a good play by you, the delivery… everything. Fuck, it turned him on to know you’d planned that, to know that you knew he’d take the bait - hook, line and sinker. He felt a little dazed as he did up his pants and slinked out of the bathroom to leave you to clean up. A blush worked up his throat as he saw that a middle aged woman was stood waiting for her turn at a bathroom just a bit down the hall. He hoped she hadn’t heard him getting the life sucked out of him a few minutes ago.
Finishing up dessert, Bradley offered to pay for you both, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer even when you wanted to pay half. You smiled gratefully at him as he led you out of the restaurant, his hand resting on the small of your back.
“I can’t fucking wait to get you home, sweetheart” Bradley murmured as the two of you made your way towards his car. You put on an innocent look, lips slightly parted “So the evening’s not over yet?”
“Not if you don’t want it to be,” he murmured, pulling you close to his chest, his hand still resting dangerously low on your back. Bradley was now stood by the passenger side door, and you couldn’t resist the temptation of placing your heels on top of the step, trapping Bradley to the car as your inner thigh graced his leg - dress falling away from your thigh.
“No, Bradley, I don’t think I want the evening to end quite yet,” you whispered, leaning in closer to him. His hand found your thigh, grasping it hard, hoisting just a little higher up on his hip so that he could feel your warm core against him. A small moan slipped from your lips as you tried to get even closer to his large frame.
“You need to get in the car before I fuck you right here where all these respectable people can see us,” Bradley growled, opening the door and hoisting you up in your seat. What he didn’t know is that you’d probably love that, and his sentence sent a thrill of pleasure down your spine.
Bradley had hardly put the car in park before he was jumping out, unbuckling your seatbelt and carrying you into his home in a flurry of wet, open mouthed kisses. He hurriedly shrugged out of his suit jacket, before locking lips with you again, holding you close to his chest.
“I’ve been thinking about this body for weeks, nothing but my hand to satiate me,” Bradley mumbled as his palms brushed over the swell of your tits. You tilted your head back, leaning into his touch as you arched your back. That sentence almost had you purring with pleasure. Your pictures had made him think about you for weeks as he pleasured himself, longing for the real deal.
“Well now that you have me, lieutenant, how do you plan to use your time?” Rooster would never admit it, but the way you confidently challenged him turned him on beyond belief. He’d never encountered anyone who he had to fight for dominance with. All of his previous partners had just happened to submit to his every whim so easily. Now, when you were demanding answers, demanding actions - he felt like a fucking teen, stuttering and fumbling with his words.
“I’ll help you, sweet boy,” you cooed softly, reaching up to softly stroke Bradley’s cheek, his eyes wide with shock. “You’re gonna be a good boy for me and make me cum on your tongue, okay? That sound good, baby?” your voice was sweet, slightly condescending, as if talking to someone who was struck dumb. And he was.
“Fuck… yeah, I’ll do that, doll” Bradley muttered, looking down at you, awestruck at the look that swirled in your eyes. He felt as if you were looking straight through him.
“What’re you waiting for, lieutenant? On your knees,” you spoke, tugging at his collar. Bradley blinked, still not quite comprehending how this had happened.
“Sweet boy, don’t make me punish you,” you tutted, pushing gently on his shoulders as he sank to his knees before you. A slightly choked ‘fuck’ slipped past his lips as your heel clad foot rested on his clavicle and shoulder. He took the hint, his hand wrapping around your calf as he kissed your ankle, going higher, kissing and nipping at your calf before he moved closer, moving your leg so that your thigh rested against his shoulder.
He noticed that your hand had found its way to his hair, and you gave it a small tug of appreciation as he kissed and licked your inner thigh.
“Good boy,” you sighed, and to Bradley’s surprise, he moaned at your words, his cock twitching in his pants. He wanted to hear your praises again. He swiftly pushed your underwear to the side, licking a long stripe between your folds. He very nearly moaned at the sweet taste, and his hands found your hips and ass - needing to have you closer. Spreading your folds with his tongue, he slowly licked up and down, before swirling his tongue around your clit - earning him a gasp and a tug of his hair from you. He let his lips wrap around your sensitive nub, suckling at it gently - reeling from your soft moans.
Licking a broad stripe again, he noticed how you seemed to tug harder on his strands when his tongue played with your entrance, and he glanced up at you before he let his tongue slowly slip in to your wet, aching core. The long, drawn out moan and the harsh tug to his hair had him moaning against your wet cunt. He lapped at your entrance for a bit, before he noticed that you seemed to like it most when his tongue slipped in and out of you, his tongue fucking into your wet heat as his nose occasionally dragged against your clit.
“Fuck, yes, Bradley!” You keened “you’re doing so good, eating my pussy so fucking good, baby” Roosters cock was hard and leaking now, and a moan fell from his lips into your pussy as he switched to sucking at your clit, before returning to your weeping hole - letting his broad tongue lick and slip into you, shaking his head slightly to reach further into your core. You were practically fucking his face now, hips stuttering against him as your hand held a tight grip on his hair.
“Fuck, Bradley - don’t- don’t stop— I’m so fucking close” you whimpered, before one last swipe of Bradley’s tongue had you falling apart against his mouth. Looking down at him, his chin glistening with your arousal, you offered him a genuine smile as you cooed “you did so good for me, baby,” stroking his cheek, at those words, he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he stuttered on an exhale, almost making it sound like a whimper. A rush of satisfaction ran through your spine.
“Will you help me undress, lieutenant Bradshaw?” Lifting your leg off of his shoulder you turned around and waited. You heard him scrambling to stand up, his large hands hastily pulling your zipper down. The dress fell soundlessly to your feet, exposing your bare breasts and your lacy panties.
“Where’s your bedroom, lieutenant?” You asked, turning around. Bradley, who seemed to have come down from the high of having been ordered around, quickly lifted you up, a smirk on his face as he carried you towards his bedroom “Right here, baby doll,” he said as he put you down. He figured you’d let up now, let him fuck you dumb on his cock after your little power play.
You let him have a little moment, where his hands palmed at your breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling your hard nipples, making you moan and whimper at his skilled touch.
“That’s right, sweet thing, I’ll take care of you,” Bradley murmured into your ear as his mouth licked and sucked at your sensitive skin.
You almost rolled your eyes. You give a guy an inch. Instead you smiled, tugging at the short hair at the nape of his neck. A groan rumbled deep in his chest, as you steered him to the bed, undressing him as you went.
Bradley laid you down on the bed, climbing on top of you, his lips connecting with yours in a sloppy kiss, tongue stroking against yours eagerly. Hooking a leg over his hip, you used his temporary weakness against him as you flipped him over - so that you sat straddled across his lap instead of him rutting into your clothed pussy.
“C’mere, baby,” you murmured, urging Bradley to sit up. You covered his hands, currently placed on your hips, with yours and guided them to your breasts. He moaned along with you as he squeezed and played with them, his fingers yet again teasing your nipples.
“Be a good boy and use that talented mouth of yours?” You breathed out, head falling back at the pleasure of Bradley’s hands stimulating your sensitive breasts. He didn’t waste any time in licking your nipples, his tongue gently swirling around the hardened tips. He carried on like that for a while, switching every so often. It was good, but not what you wanted.
Placing a hand on the back of Bradley’s head, you pushed him closer to your chest as you ground your soaking wet pussy against his hard cock.
“C’mon sweet boy, suck on my tits for me, baby - I know you want to,” you murmured, underlining your words by gently stroking the back of his head. A whimper fell from his lips before he latched onto your nipple, lips closing around the supple flesh as he sucked and licked at you. You moaned loudly and ground down harder against him.
“Fuck, just like that baby, good boy - fuck, you’re being so good to me,” you were overwhelmed by pleasure as Bradley whined and whimpered whilst he sucked at your nipple, gently using his teeth to heighten the sensation.
“Fuck me, Bradley,” you moaned, reaching down to stroke his leaking cock, pushing your underwear to the side to guide him into your entrance. The loud moan that spilled from his lips was heavenly, and you couldn’t help clenching around his deliciously thick cock as he bottomed out. Bradley fell back against the pillows, pistoning his hips into your wet, welcoming heat. His hand gripped at your hips, helping you slam down on him in time with his hard and deep thrusts. You could tell you’d riled him up good, he was chasing his release like a man starved of touch.
“You feel so fucking good squeezing my cock like this, doll,” he moaned, swatting at your ass. This man was so used to being in charge. You smirked, rolling your hips agonisingly slow, drinking in all his pretty boy moans.
“Fuck, whose is it, doll?” Bradley groaned out as he looked at how his cock slid in and out of your weeping cunt. Your eyes were rolled back up until that point, head tilted back at the pleasure rolling through you with Bradley’s deep thrusts into you. Your thighs clamped down on his hips, restricting his movements as your eyes snapped to meet his, a mischievous smirk adorning your lips as you placed your hands on his lower abdomen.
Swirling your hips, you rolled and dragged them in agonisingly deep and teasing ways - and what Bradley wasn’t aware of, was that you were spelling out your name on his cock.
Leaning down, you placed your smaller hand on his thick neck - applying just the tiniest amount of pressure as you growled out
“Mine,” as you suddenly sunk down hard on his leaking cock.
“C’mon baby, make me cum all over your thick cock,” you demanded, keeping him in place as you used his cock for your own pleasure.
“You’re not allowed to cum before me,” you continued, bouncing up and down on Bradley’s cock as you chased your high, small moans slipping from your lips. Bradley sat up again, pathetically grinding his hips into yours.
“I’m so fucking close, I can’t—” he whimpered, and you gave him a searing look.
“Don’t you dare, lieutenant,” you threatened, fucking yourself harder on his cock. He could feel your cunt fluttering and clenching around him harder and harder as you were approaching your high. He was babbling now, begging to cum in your sweet pussy, begging to let him please spurt so hard in you. Whining, begging, tears sliding down his face as he watched you fall apart on him.
“Fuck, please, please I’ve been good - please let me cum in you, mommy,” he whimpered, not even sure what he was babbling because he was so fucked out, so worn and needy for your approval.
You moaned loud at his words,
“Fuck, Bradley, yes baby - cum baby, cum for mommy,” you urged, and the words had barely left your lips before you felt hot ropes of cum hitting your cervix over and over again.
Bradley’s forehead fell against your heaving chest, his upper body glistening with sweat.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” You murmured, stroking his hair. “You did real good, I could tell you weren’t used to taking that role,” you smiled, tilting his head up to look into his eyes. He wore a dopey, sheepish expression.
“I’ve never cum so hard in my entire life,” he confessed, before telling you he’d never let someone take charge like that in the bedroom. As you cleaned him and yourself up, snuggling up to him, you asked how he liked it.
“It felt nice to be taken care of,” he blushed, hiding his face in your neck as he kissed you there.
“I’ll let you fuck me dumb next time,” you promised, giving him a sweet kiss before you fell asleep.
#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader#rooster x reader#bradley bradshaw smut#smut#my writing#bradley bradshaw x you#bradley bradshaw fanfic
725 notes
·
View notes
Note
Dream’s absolute favorite porn site isn’t actually a porn site but a lingerie shop for men.
There’s always the same model, a man with golden skin and soft hair everywhere, dressed up in the most delicate lacy and silky things. Corsets decorated with bows and flowers, see through robes that reveal sweet bras, straps panties and garter belts, even pieces that are basically shibari, binding his wrists together and showcasing all his best assets.
Dream can’t help it. He hasn’t even see the man’s face but he is intimately familiar with his body, his thick thighs, tits and perfect ass. All he does these days is imagine rubbing his cock against his hole, or between his tits.
So one day when he’s set up on a blind date with a post doc friend of his sister’s named hob, dream can’t shake the feeling that hob seems…familiar. It isn’t until hob bends over to tie his shoelace that Dream spots a hint of red lace peeking out his trousers (he was checking out his ass. Sue him) that dream puts it together. Hob, the very nice man who bought him a coffee, is also the lingerie model Dream’s been jerking it to for the past six months.
Omg, this is great!! Dream obviously has great taste in jerk-off material.
Hob turns to look over his shoulder at the exact moment that Dream has his realisation, and their eyes meet... whereupon they both just have that immediate "He Knows" feeling. Hob blushes, Dream covers his mouth to hide a whimper. Hob is still bending over right there in the middle of the cafe.
"It was just meant to be a side gig. For a bit of extra cash." Hob mumbles, when they finally make it outside and... talk. "I didn't expect to enjoy it so much."
"I would never dare to criticise, since I have also...... enjoyed it." Dream wants to bury his face in his hands. Or between Hob’s tits. "Do they let you keep the things that you model?"
Hob’s expression turns sly all of a sudden. "Why? Do you want to see?"
Dream whimpers again. Loudly, this time.
Hob makes an executive decision and tugs him by the hand in the direction of his flat. More specifically his bedroom in his flat, where he keeps all the free samples he gets from the lingerie brand.
Dream gets to fuck those pretty titties that he hasnt been able to stop thinking about. And he cums so hard he ends up marking up the whole of Hob's chest, from the bra pushing his tits together to the bow tied around his neck. And it's only polite to clean up his mess with his tongue, so he does.
He's going to make Hob cum in his panties, next.
65 notes
·
View notes
Text
flowering
◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham (poly)
◇ tags ◇ minors dni, afab!reader, poly, threesome, pwp, biting & marking, probably ooc zhongli and al haitham, dragon!zhongli (bc of course it is), nicknames (pet, royal highness), slight dacryphilia, teasing, hints of possessive behavior, creampie, overstimulation, just- this is just pure filth okay? s h u s h
◇ a/n ◇ second submission for my ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ϟᴜᴘᴇʀᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ collab
ngl this was heavily inspired by the dynamics in azeru’s 3p nsfw asmr jshkdhdks
𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
little purple flowers marking your body make for the loveliest accessories, they think.
with every bite and tender massage of their lips, the small flowers bloom across the span of your bare skin; from your neck all the way down your thighs, wilting lilacs and fresh rose petals painted directly onto the tissue.
no other pieces of jewelry could compare, especially not those cor lapis necklaces and bracelets that the other man would constantly give you. you look better adorned in silver than gold, shine better in green than dull dark browns. al haitham tells this to you constantly, not with words but with actions and gifts rivaling the ex-archon: glittering silver anklets, silky green gowns that hint at the curves of your body, and quill pens from the feather of a hawk.
and like always, zhongli would merely chuckle and smile, musing about how youths are so competitive these days and how nostalgic it is to see someone so desperate, as if they have everything to lose… yet you’re still swamped by his romantic endeavors nonetheless - traditional gentlemanly courtships, flowers, gifts of gold, necklaces with a shiny looking scale that’s unusually large, dark brown layered with golden sheen, pulsing with geo energy as you tilt it under the sun.
despite all this, however, they make a fearsome duo. a team that works out wonderfully, a dynamic that makes you breathless and crave for more. it matters not whether they work together or against each other, for the end result is always, always the same.
truly, barely anything matters when you’re being pinned under zhongli as your trembling fingers try to wrap around al haitham’s cock. the latter's fingers, calloused and rough from wielding swords and pens, smear the tears falling down your eyes in succession as the ex-archon’s cock pounds into your sopping wet cunt from behind. your lips are lolled open, obscene sounds escaping your raw throat, eyes unfocused, brain muddled with pleasure. rationale and embarrassment have long since unfriended you, somewhen along your... third? fourth? orgasm, leaving you to bask in the assaults of pain and pleasure inflicted by your lovers.
a low growl is all the warning you get before zhongli pins you harder onto the bed, grinding deep in your quivering walls as the thick spurts of cum spill into your deepest parts, warming your belly and making you clench more against the throbbing length. his teeth make their home on a spot on your left shoulder, which is already decorated with bruises and hickeys - the sharp fangs of a dragon sinking against the sweaty skin.
“taking it all without complaints... how very nice of you,” the velvety voice is a tad hoarse, the gravelly texture of his voice sending shivers down your spine, “we’ve trained you so well, have we, darling?”
“quit dilly-dallying and switch with me,” your other partner huffs with a gruffer tone, green-red eyes narrowing at the half beast who is still curled on top of you like a dragon protecting its hoard of jewels, “your time was up since a long time ago, old man.”
“my, how generous of you to wait,” zhongli chuckles darkly, unfurling from above you and shushing your whines when you feel his half-hard cock grind against your sensitive pussy as he slides out, “apologies, my stamina is quite above average, you see.”
al haitham grunts in annoyance, though his expression quickly shifts into sheer adoration as soon as he repositions himself to take the lord of geo's place. with a lick of his lips, he presses a warning kiss and a nibble onto your right shoulder, before easily grinding the head of his cock into your leaking hole, the sensation ripping a deep groan from his chest.
“h-haith-am—!”
“hmmm? what?”
like a hawk playing with a mouse, he teases you; never giving you his full length, just rubbing against your outer lips, sliding in but never all the way. just his flushed tip prodding, poking, giving you a taste of what you could have.
“s-stop teasing….! j-jerk!!!”
“oh dear, someone made the royal highness displeased,” zhongli hums, kissing your knuckles.
“you shut up,” al haitham hisses, before affixing his gaze back onto your adorable pouty lips, “and you. what did you just call me?”
your lips part to form the insult, just as your boyfriend slams into you in one thrust. the syllables break into a high-pitched moan, haughty tone melting into needy desperation. your hips, bruised by the fingers previously digging into the flesh, tries to meet his sudden movements.... until he stops, presses your lower half back down, and repeats the teasing grinds on the lips of your pussy.
“i asked, what did you call me?”
“i’m sorry i'm sorry am sorry love, please-”
“that’s what i thought,” al haitham smirks cruelly in satisfaction at your compliance and you barely have the time to admire him when he starts jackhammering into you, his grip adding another set of bruises as he tries to keep your body steady.
your eyes rolls and your back arches, too far lost in pleasure to notice the two pairs of eyes admiring how your body twists and jolts so erotically. how the layer of sweat from your overexertion makes you seem to glimmer and glow, like a mesmerizing crystalfly that captivates their senses, fluttering and asking to be caught. how the spots of cum and the specks of dark lovebites spanning across your skin taunt them to leave more - more marks of ownership, more memory of heated lovemaking, more proof that you’re theirs and only theirs.
the gasps and moans from your lips are akin to a siren’s call to their ears, and it spurs al haitham to relent one grip in favor of playing with your throbbing clit. you’re mewling and trying to escape as soon as he touches the oversensitive bundle of nerves, but zhongli quickly grasps your hands, pinning them in place as he delves in for a kiss; a ploy to keep you in place and to muffle your pretty noises, much to the scribe’s displeasure. though, he makes no move to push the older man away, and instead immerses himself in the tightness of your pussy and the way you clench and gush every time he flicks your clit a certain way. it’s so addicting, the feeling of you around him, that he can’t help but indulge, indulge, indulge.
between a kiss that’s trying to steal your breath away and being ravaged like no tomorrow, the coil in your abdomen snaps, and you jerk against zhongli’s hold, knocking your teeth together as you squeeze your eyes shut. and yet, instead of retreating, your lover doubles down on the kiss, gulping down your cries and screams like they’re the finest aged wine. meanwhile, al haitham buries himself inside you as your cunt spasm around him, getting impossibly wetter with each pulse, with his fingers continuing to help you ride your orgasm in the best way possible. you’re still twitching when he starts moving again - just a few sloppy thrusts as he too reaches his end, spilling more of his seed inside you. your stomach feels hot and full, your legs weak from overexertion, and your breath so ragged it almost hurts to inhale.
with a satisfied groan, the platinum-haired male collapses beside you, trying to catch his breath and admiring your post-orgasm, blissed-out face.
zhongli, on the other hand, has kindly swept his hair back and given you some breathing space, although he’s still looking at you from his original position, a serene smile on his lips. his slender fingers lift your left hand and he places a fleeting kiss on your inner wrist. you give him a weak but appreciative giggle at the gentle display of affection.
the half-dragon hums melodically and moves to press his soft lips onto your palm, then your fingertips. and to your surprise, his lips open, long tongue flicking out to lick a strip from the base of your pinky up to the top.
you yelp as sharp fangs start nibbling on the base of your finger, transfixed at the erotic sight of half-lidded, lust-driven amber eyes staring right into your soul, a slight smirk on his lips as pearly white fangs flashed dangerously under the dimmed light, the pink muscle lewdly circling around your ring finger. it’s hypnotic, almost, and your mouth unconsciously falls agape, a shudder racking your body as the canines start to scratch and nibble and then bite. more tears prick your eyes, and you whine in alarm. zhongli relents, relaxes his jaw, and only then do you see the teeth marks around the base of said finger… it stirs something inside you; a ring of flowers, of promise-
ragged breaths hit your right ear and your eyes squeeze shut as another set of canines assaults your nape, along with a set of fingers still slightly damp with your juices interlocking with your free hand.
“ready for another round?”
“there’s still plenty of canvas space, after all.”
𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑦𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟?
© zhongrin | 2022 ◆ no repost. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!
◇ taglist ◇ @thestarsofenkanomiya | @genshinparty | @abyssmal-skies | @hamdehlesmis | @depressivecomforts | @sophiethewitch1 | @why-am-i-here-someone-save-me | @sunnshineflxwer | @heartonthemoon | @yuutasbabe | @percyval-archives | @carbs-need-more-love | @rebeccka | @queen-belial | @stygianoir | @niverine | @silentmoths | @niktwazny303 | @dustofthedailylife | @herdrops | @clovcly | @marina-and-the-memes | @angryhope | @mixed-kester | @shuangxo | @fiannee
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#zhongli#zhongli x reader#al haitham#al haitham x reader#zhongli x reader x al haitham#al haitham x reader x zhongli#minors dni#afab!reader#zhongrin.elementalsupercharge#genshin smut#rin writes
811 notes
·
View notes
Note
Itto x trans male reader (has had top surgery, T but not bottom surgery), basically theyre in a hotspring at night and itto sees readers chest scars and asks about them, and reader tells itto hes trans. Reader gets up to go do something after talking for w him for a bit but slips and falls right on top of ittos lap, oni dick between the thighs, and yeah sexy time 🌭 basically from fluff to nsfw cuz i just roll like that. Anyways love u and ur writing!!
heat
ಌ heat: itto x transmasc!reader
ಌ theme: after explaining your chest scars to him, you slip and fall right into his oni trap !
ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, transmasc reader, no pronouns used just gendered terms!, clit referred to as a cock, fluff to smut, (semi-public sex) hot spring sexy time yeaahhh, no thoughts only itto oni cock, itto is very nice (and shy) at first then he goes feral hehe, size difference, reverse cowgirl position, fingering (reader receiving), slight hint at belly bulge? not sure?, do not dirty the water just cum inside!, (enough of the funky cw), solo read + solo edited, cross-posted on AO3
ಌ wc: 3.1k
ಌ notes: hello anon! this was just pure porn… but you guys probably want that, right? who wouldn’t, especially with itto!! thank you for the ask ! :D
It had been a long day of running around, doing commissions, and bumping into random enemies along the way. To say you were tired was an understatement. You were so sure you could sleep for a whole decade, and the aches you were experiencing were horrible, all you could think about was stepping into the hot springs for a soak. It was night time by the time you were finished, and you knew the public baths would be empty. This would be the safest time to go… Especially with no disturbances. No questions, no one to bug you. You could comfortably be there and relax, as it’s intended purpose.
By the time you had soaked for no longer than 5 minutes, you heard heavy footsteps from within the wash and changing area. Wishing you could sigh out loud, you peek with one eye, head hung low to see who it was stepping in. At this hour, especially at an hour that is normally dead, you really wished nobody would come. Of course, it turned out to be someone you enjoyed the company of. A certain Oni came strutting in, hair slicked back from the pre-wash and a towel hung low on his hips, he beamed when he realised it was you. A bright smile. Blindingly cheerful for this time of the night, you sigh with a smile.
“Yo! I didn’t expect you to be here, Y/N.” With a small wave, he steps politely, despite his size, into the bath not far from you. You had to look away, his towel riding up a little too far for your liking and it exposing everything. Coughing, you return the comment back, not exactly expecting anyone to be here. He was beaming at you, eyes like crescents, happy that he was able to run into you albeit the hot springs of all places. A lot of idle chat went on, with you explaining what you had been up to since you both last spoke. Everything he spoke of was just pure mischief. Per usual. Of course, the ‘one and oni’ Arataki Itto was causing bother, but that’s to be expected. He did help a lot, and he was amazing to be around, but he did cause a lot of trouble along the way. You’d laugh at all the stories he had to tell, especially the ones about his own drumming event he held not too long ago. Speaking of how he managed to get the Ms. Hina cardboard cutout (he stole it), and how he has been treasuring it since. He didn’t seem to miss a beat when speaking with you, always fired up but always respectful to how tired you looked. The water would wave every now and then, when he flailed his arms excitedly before apologising, as well as giving off that bright laugh of his.
“I’m curious… What are those scars under your pecs? They look badass! You get ‘em from fighting something here? Or didya fight something in Liyue… Or, OR… That giant worm thing down in that chasm perhaps?!” He was genuinely intrigued and excited about where you’d gotten the scars, so it didn’t bother you that he was asking. This was the first time he had seen you, well, naked. And for that matter… Topless. You never took any of this off, in fear of a bigot realising and the conversation going south. However, you knew it was fine to tell Itto this information, and even explain it if you had to. So, you chuckle at him in response.
“No, Itto… They aren’t those type of scars.”
“If they aren’t from battling… Then are they surgical scars? You got a dodgy lung or somethin’?? Smoking is bad, yknow! You really gotta look after yourself in this day and age, gotta keep yourself healthy, what with all them bad guys out there.” You laugh, maybe a little too loudly, from his rambling and worries. You were happy he was so concerned; happy he was worrying in case they were from something bad. These scars were life saving at least, in a way, something that was part of your identity. You calm yourself down from your laughing fit, wiping your eye from a stray tear, turning yourself fully towards him.
“Uhhh no, I don’t smoke. You’re right about them being surgical scars, but it’s because I’m… I’m transgender, Itto.” He smacked a closed fist into the palm of his other hand, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape before smiling from ear to ear, a tint of red dancing across his cheeks.
“I heard about this kind of thing from Gorou! They’re really cool scars to have man, but I also found out you gotta be careful with those in the sun, make sure you put that ointment stuff on them, or you’ll get bad burns, y’get me?” Grinning back at him, you knew he’d have a good reaction to it all… He took it better than some other people you know. Itto wasn’t stupid, some would call him a himbo, but in situations like these he was 100% not one. He had a far greater sense of empathy for others. He’s headstrong and kind, willing to understand the things he’d never heard of before and love his friends all the same despite the differences. After all, he was the biggest difference in comparison to a lot of your friends, and the biggest to be shunned for being different. It would be a little weird of him not to accept those outside of what was considered “normal”. You thank Gorou for having this type of talk with him, and you guess the reasoning was because you came up in conversation between the two. He spoke about a lot more, mostly random things he plans this week or some things that were just random to keep the conversation going.
Itto used his arms and hands to emphasise his words a lot, and this did not help your drifting attention from his words to his arms, or muscles. He was explaining an explosion that had happened once, or you assumed that’s what he was going on about from the sound effects coming from his mouth, and you couldn’t help but gawk at him whenever his arms flexed, especially with the way his muscles would ripple now and again. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Having always observed other guys to see how they presented themselves, just so you could replicate, but in comparison to them all… Itto was truly on a whole other level. You felt like you were looking at some Greek statue, the pure definition in his muscles and especially the peeking view of his deep-set v-line downwards was remarkable. This began one thought after another about other areas of his physique, especially where else his red markings went. Eyes travelling lower than you’d have liked, you shook your head, snapping yourself out of it. Itto questioned if you were alright, with a slight smirk on his lips. You don’t know if he caught you, but even if he had, you decided to lie. Lying by saying you needed to get out of the hot springs, that you were starting to feel really dizzy. Itto went to stand to help you out, but you ended up slipping, taking him back down with you. Panicked, you landed slightly into his lap, and he held you by the waist to make sure you didn’t slip any further and hurt yourself. If what you were doing before was gawking, then you hadn’t a word for what you were doing now. His large hands were massive in comparison to, well, everywhere. Whilst you were panicking internally, whilst also thanking the gods for never actually giving you the gender you were in your head (because you would be bricked up badly right now), Itto was too busy asking if you were okay.
Okay was far from it. You had felt it. It, aka his fucking monster of a third leg, was sandwiched between your thighs like a damned hotdog. Itto was big, there was no doubt about it. Hell, everything about him was big, muscle, height… You just weren’t expecting this. That he was actually packing down there too, and the towel covering him was long gone after you both had a small tumble. Not only was the size noticeable, but the red markings did, in fact, reach all the way to there. What’s more, he had small bumps, ridges almost, along the shaft. Not that you could fully see it in the milky water, but it’s what you could feel. Your head was spinning a mile a minute, and Itto was only trying to see if you were alright, trying to get you both out if you were truly dizzy. Only now was when you were actually dizzy. Hot from the fact that you were both in this position, that this situation happened in an empty public bath. Apologising finally, you were about to move, but both hands of his kept you in place. You finally looked at his face, and a wide set of pinks and reds dashed along his face, travelling to his ears as well as his neck, clearly just as embarrassed by the current predicament you were both in.
“I-Itto, sorry, I−”
“C-… Could I… Kiss you?” The heat from the hot springs didn’t help, trying to mentally process the words Itto had just said to you. Words wouldn’t come out, your mouth opening and closing.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that, I must have misunderstood your stares… You wanted to get out, right?”
“NO! No, I… Sorry. My brain is still trying to catch up... You- you can.” Sighing, you place your forehead on his, with your eyes shut. There was no movement for a good while, so you peeked one eye open, and Itto had his eyes shut too, squeezed shut. So, you decided to push forward instead, giving a light peck to the corner of his mouth in hopes of giving him some confidence, and it did. He beamed, not expecting you to do it first. You assumed he was psyching himself up after accidentally letting it slip that he wanted to kiss you. He was rough at first, not really knowing how to kiss you, but he eventually got the hang of it. Not too rough but not too soft either, he was touching you delicately, tugging you gently into his lap. You couldn’t really sit, his obvious growing erection digging in between your legs, so you tug on his bottom lip and look at him through lidded eyes. A hand of his travels to smooth over one of your ass cheeks, giving it a little squeeze, which makes you jump.
“Should we… I mean− C-could we…?” Grabbing the hand on your waist, with Itto looking visibly confused, you notice that his nails had recently been cut and you nod in approval.
“We can, well, since your nails are tidy…” Somehow, this gave him a new wave of confidence, and he flips you around. By the looks of it, he put you into a reversed cowgirl position, and his hands were quick to roam all over your chest and abdomen. An arm wraps around your waist, and he held you there, the other hand inching towards the area you wanted him to touch the most. He smoothed two fingers over your cock to test the waters, which gave him the most angelic sound he’d ever heard coming from your mouth, so he did it again and again. Switching to small tugs, and more rubbing, you were sure you’d tip over the edge.
“I-Itto…” Leaving little bites to the back of your neck, sucking on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, in attempt to leave evidence that the great Itto had been there. Breathing erratically with every move of his, you kept your legs spread for him, to give him easy access. He appreciated this greatly, moving his fingers down to leave ghost touches, circling your hole. Before, he seemed so nervous, like he had never touched another person in his life like this… But he was proving you wrong alright. It only started to click that he was nervous with you, and not at doing this act of closeness. Slowly, he begins to open you up, one thick finger pushing its way into you. Getting you used to it at first, he’s gentle and continuously asks if you’re okay, tickling your ear with every whisper. He’s incredibly skilled with his fingers, not missing a single beat with the way he thrusts a singular finger into you, not missing any little praises he says into your ear. You lean your head back, letting out little moans with every curl of his fingers, pushing you just over the edge each time.
“Shhhh, you know you need to be quiet… We’re still in the public bath.” He bites the lobe of your ear, sinking another finger into you, humming at the whine you had to trap in your throat. Watching the way his fingers disappear into you, he kisses your cheek, and then the corner of your mouth. Sweet. That’s the one word you could describe him with right now, as he’s careful to be gentle with you. He knows himself that he’s bigger than others, so he’s sure to take care with you, especially the height difference between a normal human and his Oni self. He stretches his fingers apart, scissoring, pushing, and curling his fingers, pulling any type of reaction from you, grinning when you let a small noise out but trying to silence yourself by biting your lip. When he tries a third finger, he only manages to get halfway in before you start whining for him to hurry up… And he’s too quick to agree. Lifting you up by the backs of your thighs, he lines you up, pushing the head into you.
“Remember, we have to be quiet… Okay? Shhh.” You move your head to the side to look at him, and he’s quick to kiss you, to keep you quiet enough as he sinks you down onto him. You scrunch your eyes closed, trying to keep your composure, and trying to keep as quiet as you could. Inch by inch, you felt like it would be impossible. It felt like he was hitting your stomach already, but he was still lowering you down so there was still more to fit into you. If that was possible was another thing, and you couldn’t help but jolt at every new (what you started calling as) ‘oni-dick-bump’ that entered you.
“I’m at my limit, sorry in advance.” Before you could question, Itto parted from you, licking your bottom lip before slamming into you. One hand placing itself on your mouth and the same arm as before wrapping around you, hand placing itself around here his head reaches inside of you.
“I should be right around here… See? Do you feel it?” Whispering this into your ear, you had to stop yourself from cumming right there and then. Who knew Arataki Itto could be so cunning? It was almost as if he was purposely trying to get you to be loud, to let it be known what was happening in the public bath at night. You weren’t going to let him win though, he may have gained confidence from your consent earlier, but that doesn’t mean he should start getting cocky. Deciding to knock him down a few pegs, or to see how he reacts, you decided to deny feeling him inside of you.
“Mmh… No. I don’t feel you at ah−” He pushed two fingers into your mouth, holding your tongue between them before giving you little to no mercy down below. Tightening his hold around your waist, he brutally thrusted into you time and time again, suddenly uncaring for how loud you were. It seemed as though you had awoken something within him, something of fierce nature.
“This should help you… Maybe it’ll make your body unforgetting of my shape too−” The last three words he spoke in time with his thrusts, unrelenting but willing to pull every single noise from you. At this point, he wanted you to be loud, and it was clear he wanted you both to be quiet in respect for the hot spring owners. But… That was entirely out of the window. You drooled down his fingers, and you were sure tears were running down your face. It felt way too good to be real… It had to be a dream. You felt his upper thighs tense with every push he did upwards into you, his arm around you tensing and the fingers in your mouth slackening and then tightening themselves around your tongue, somehow forgetting he was trying to keep up with everything all at once without losing into his own pleasure. You started tightening yourself around him as well, trying to remind him it was a two-of-you thing… Not just a you thing.
Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he uses the same hand to hold your jaw, directing your face to his so that he could kiss you again. It was messy, uncaring for keeping things proper and nice for your first time together, showing each other how much you had been wanting the other. Your teeth clashed with his plenty of times, your tongues dancing and it just being an overall mess with copious amounts of saliva escaping or slurping between the two of you. You felt that he was beginning to pull out, so you bit his lip in protest.
“Let’s… Not dirty the water. We’ve done enough of that, just do… Nn- Do it inside−” With no word of warning, he slammed into you a few more times before releasing, a hand slithering down to rub and tease your cock until you cum as well. Staying like that for a few minutes, the heat and everything was finally getting to you, especially after the ride of your life that Itto gave you.
“S-sorry, I got a bit carried away there. I-I’ll do it properly next time if you’ll let me…” He turned towards you, not pulling out, only to see you passed out on his shoulder. He panics, pulling you both out of the water to get you to a seat not far from the bath area, pulling out of you, and then fanning you with the nearest piece of plastic how found to get you to cool down. Shaking you, only for you to groan at him and then sigh. He was feeling awful, but you placed a hand on his cheek and smiled.
“Use that oni strength next time when we’re not in a public hot spring… Okay?”
“Absolutely, yes sir.”
#genshin impact#genshin#genshin smut#x transmasc reader#itto#arataki itto#itto x you#itto x y/n#itto x reader#itto x transmasc reader#itto x transmasc reader smut#smut#genshin x transmasc reader#genshin itto#genshin fic
605 notes
·
View notes
Text
do-nut november '23: day 04. breeding
alpha/bottom!Peter x alpha/top!Tony | transmasc!Peter | starkercest
tw: underage | cw(?): transmasc characters's genitals called "pussy" & such it doesn't bother me, but might bother you
“Pete, Pete,” Tony’s hands hold onto his thighs and pull him closer, staining the front of his pants with Peter’s wetness. “Who’s my good slutty boy?”
“Me.”
He guesses it's me that Peter groans behind the fabric gagging him, the delicate lace of one of the few panties he still keeps around. He usually wears boxers and boy shorts, but sometimes he feels a little more feminine and wears lingerie sets for Tony. And Tony enjoys those days very, very much. Tony loves the glint on his son’s eye, the look of lust that only a rut can push him to have.
Tony moves his hands up, reaching Peter’s pussy. Soaked wet, dripping on the bedsheets under him. His clit’s almost oversized, a mix of his alpha status and the hormones. Tony won’t pretend he’s glad that Peter’s capacity to self-lubricate is the one thing that didn’t change at all.
He looks like a God when he’s naked, sweaty, turned on, pussy all pretty and slick and just inviting anyone who can handle the knot.
Tony definitely can.
He pulls out his cock from the confinement of his comfortable boxer briefs, flushed and clear drops of precome makes the tip shine. They talked about it. Alphas like Peter usually don’t get pregnant, or at least without specific treatments and such. But Tony is a genius and good at breeding, enhancing his own fertility is safer than Peter’s (who knows what new drugs can do with what Peter already takes).
Peter stares up at him like he’s screaming please, breed me, make me a dad.
Oh, he fucking will.
His cock slides in almost ridiculously easy. He bottoms out with one smooth thrust. Peter’s small, skinny, Tony can see the outline of his cock inside of his boy. It’s a beautiful sight, paired up with Peter’s moans, it’s perfect.
Not even omegas in heat ever managed to take his cock in such an erotic and enticing way. He was made to take Tony’s nicely thick seven inches of cock that has always been considered a masterpiece. He doesn’t think his cock is the masterpiece when Peter’s pussy is right there.
“My beautiful good boy,” Tony whispers, voice gentle and with a hint of lust, Peter clenches around him, rolls his hips. “Alright, alright, you’re Daddy’s perfect boy,” he rolls his eyes and moves his hips more insistently. “I’ll breed you, we’re gonna get the best of the pups.”
He places his hands behind Peter’s knees and pushes against Peter’s newly flat chest. He leans forward, a position that allows him to be as deep as he can. Maybe it’s not as effective as mounting, but Tony enjoys watching Peter’s face as he comes undone. (He knows Peter has the same liking, the boy only took him from behind once.)
The noises are filthy, dirty, and should be sickening as he attempt at bruising his son’s cervix with his brutal thrust. Tony takes a deep breath as Peter’s hole quickly becomes tighter and tighter, the boy barely has any stamina when he enters his ruts.
He moves for as long as Peter’s knot allows him, bottoming out and simply humping. His cockhead pressing against Peter’s cervix. The knotting hurts, his cock is being crushed and he loves it a lot more than other male alphas do.
It makes him cum a lot. Emptying his balls as deep as possible, flooding Peter’s little fertile grounds as the walls around him clench and force him to stay right there. Peter’s nails cut into his biceps where he grabbed him when Tony started to offer rope after rope of cum.
“Good boy, good boy,” Tony whispered, breathless and, once again, falling in love with Peter’s post-orgasm look. “My good little boy.”
#starker#starker fanfiction#starker smut#do-nut november 2023#starker au#i'll write transmasc alpha peter x alpha tony for fun#alpha peter parker#trans peter parker#alpha tony stark#costa's starker omegaverse#starker omegaverse
22 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi I loved the fic you just wrote about austin catching Elvis 🥵🥵🥵 do you think we could get a part 2 where Elvis is grinding on Austin’s thigh while he wears the leather pretty please with a cherry on top? 🥺 I LOVEEEE your writing thank you thank you thank youuuu!!!!!
ty for the request!!!! hope u enjoy <3 just a sprinkle of sub!e in there for ya just cause i love him very much
wc: 1k
masterlist
elvis did not ask for this.
he really did not ask for this.
out of all the places he could have turned up in, it had to be another man's apartment. now, he was stuck there, waking up and being forced to look at his now best friend's face every single morning.
it confused him. everything was confusing. his feelings, his sexuality, everything. why did his best friend have to be….so hot?
for the longest time, he could get away with escaping to his bedroom and getting himself off because austin decided to wear a crop top around the house. or that time he came home in biker gear from one of the movies he shot.
austin was the cause of him waking up with sticky sheets, it was embarrassing almost. he liked women goddammit!
but then he got caught. and since that day, it's been weird. they didn't even discuss it. they went on like normal. whatever though, austin was probably just bluffing about the leather pants he said he had. it was just a spur of the moment thing. he had to give them back, right?
wrong, apparently.
elvis was fine. he was accepting this weird, new lifestyle and feelings of his. but he felt himself spiral when austin walked through the front door wearing those leather pants that started this whole mess. he choked on his coke the moment he walked in, giving his chest a few hits with his fist to stop himself from choking on the fizzy drink.
austin looked over at him, an eyebrow raised. “you alright?”
“uh huh.” elvis replied all too fast, trying to keep his eyes up. his brain was alright but the stirring in his pants said otherwise. is this how the girls felt about his leather suit?
he knew about leather all too well, how it rubbed in all the wrong places and definitely the right places. he wanted to kill the person who came right out and revealed information about his little……accident during the special. by the looks of it, he could tell the leather was rubbing austin in the right places too.
elvis quickly scattered away to the couch, opening up a book he was reading and putting his focus on that and not austin.
austin took a seat next to him, his legs spread slightly, his knee almost touching elvis’s. “you been reading all day?”
he turned to look at him, his eyes trying to focus on austin’s. “yes.”
“hm.”
his eyes looked down at his book, shifting over to austin's legs and admiring how the leather stretched over this thighs. how if he squinted hard enough, he could see a print nuzzled against his thigh, the way it hugged him nicely. oh god.
elvis cleared his throat, adjusting himself and the book in his lap, not wanting to get caught with another hard on because of his male best friend once again.
all the squirming beside austin got him curious, his brow raises again as he glanced at elvis. “don't be shy.” he said softly, a hint of his southern accent coming out to play. elvis shook his head in response, keeping his eyes glued to the book.
austin cupped elvis's chin and gently turned his head to look at him, their eyes finally meeting. “i won't force you to do anything you don't wanna do.” he whispered, his thumb gently rubbing against the rough stubble on elvis's chin.
elvis shut his book, setting it aside as he looked back down at his pants. “can…can i….” he pointed, gesturing that he wanted to sit in his lap. austin welcomed him with a gentle nod, allowing elvis to cautiously sit on his knee. his hand ventured up his side as elvis let out a shuddered sigh, his cock twitching softly against his friend’s knee.
his knee nudged up a bit, causing elvis to jolt slightly. “now, what’d you do that for?!” he gasped.
austin chuckled softly, nudging hit knee up once more and then bouncing his knee up and down at a normal pace. elvis gasped out again, his hand immediately going to austin’s shoulder. “h-ho-hold on! hold on!” he said quickly.
his cock was aching now, straining against his pajama pants once again because of his best friend. it took him a minute to compose himself, to think and decide if he really wanted to do this. but honestly, his cock desperately needed relief and those leather pants were looking a bit too tempting at the moment.
elvis stood up to untie his pajama pants, letting them fall flat on the floor before resting himself on austin’s thigh again. the cool leather right against his balls felt so good. he didn't care anymore. he needed relief and he needed it now.
austin's hand went up to elvis’s side again, sliding under his shirt and against the soft flesh of his hip as he squeezed softly. “take your time, baby.” he said softly. “i know you love leather. you got experience with it, don't you?” he hummed.
his breath shuddered, experimentally rocking his hips against his thigh, the cool leather rubbing against his cock. the subtle squeak underneath sent a shiver down his spine, enjoying the sensation all too well as he rocked his hips more. “austin.” he gasped. his hands went up to his shoulders, gripping them softly as he rode himself faster.
“that's it, eli. doin’ so good.” austin cooed, rubbing elvis’s side as he rode his leather-cladded thigh. “so needy.”
elvis’s hips rocked faster, his hands gripping tighter onto austin's shoulders as austin began to bounce his knee. “aus!”
“c'mon, baby.” austin grinned, watching elvis hump his thigh like a needy dog. “you in heat or what? that why you're rubbin’ yourself on me like that?”
he whined in response, his breathing getting heavier as his body tensed up. “aus, oh god.” elvis threw his head back, his cock twitching and spurting streaks of white onto austin’s leather pants and his shirt. “jesus—” he panted, his body collapsing against austin.
“that's a good boy.” austin purred, petting elvis’s hair. his own cock was begging for a bit of relief, but he wanted to give elvis all his attention first. “such a good boy.”
elvis whined against his shoulder, panting and blushing red. “quit it.”
“oh, but you like it don't you?” austin snickered.
he didn't reply, just letting out a groan and sitting there in his sweaty, sticky mess. “just shut up.”
27 notes
·
View notes
Note
degradation kink + marc? thank u:’)
I’ve never written this kink before so I hope this is okay 😬 thank you!!
About this: Marc/fem!reader, probably light degradation, piv, restraints.
*
You tuck a finger beneath the last cuff around Marc’s wrist, testing the breathing room it would give him. Satisfied, you kneel back where you straddle his lower thighs and cast your eyes over his body: naked, tan, firm in all the right places and soft everywhere else. Your eyes fall to his cock. Very firm in some places, you think.
When your eyes meet Marc’s, you see the hint of smugness in them. Your own smirk vanishes. That won’t do at all.
“I’m only going to explain once, so try to follow along. I’ve made this as easy as I possibly can for you, baby. I want you quiet and still. I don’t need your hands or your mouth, don’t need you rutting away at me like an animal. All I need is for your cock to stay hard. That means no cumming. Is that too hard for you?”
He shakes his head, redness high in his cheeks. Between you, a drop of pearlescent pre-cum beads at the head of his cock.
You hum, doubtful.
Lifting yourself up, you shift until you can rest the head against your wet opening, smearing your slick along him.
“Maybe I shouldn’t even put you inside me,” you wonder out loud. Shifting your hips lets his shaft slide against the wet seam of you, dragging over your clit. “I could probably cum like this.”
Marc’s face twists at the thought. “No, please—“
Your movement stops. His teeth clench tight when he realizes he’s already broken your rules. You let out a mirthless laugh, shifting off of him. “I knew this would be too hard for you. You can’t even follow simple instructions. What’s so hard about being still and quiet?”
The question is a trap, one he manages to avoid. He stares at you with that expression he always makes when you talk down to him: eyes a little wet, angry, hectic. Desperate to please you, and hating the part of himself that thirsts for it.
Humming thoughtfully, you straddle his thighs again. This time you guide his cock inside of you; Marc isn’t the only one who thirsts.
“Just be a good cock for me, okay?” you whisper while slowly working him inside yourself. “Just like one of those plastic ones that I have in the closet.”
He takes a measured breath, eyes falling shut as your right warmth surrounds him. He nods without looking.
Finally you rest flush against his thighs, his cock buries as deeply as your body will allow. It’s a delicious fullness that borders on too much—but you aren’t complaining.
Then, instead of riding him, you reach down and begin rubbing circles around your clit. At your stillness, he opens his eyes, staring at your wet fingers as they caress your aching bud.
Beneath you, his thighs flex.
“Marc,” you warn, dragging his name out. His lips thin, jaw flexing. You soften your voice, trying a different tactic.
“Come on, just be a nice fat cock for me to fill myself up with. At least that’s something we know you’re good at.” Then, under your breath, you mutter: “Maybe the only thing you’re good at.”
He groans, forcing his head back against the pillows until his throat is bare to you. Inside you, his cock twitches and holy-fucking-shit, he cums.
“What the fuck, Marc,” you whisper, breathless. “That’s—holy shit, that’s so fucking hot—“
Marc groans, a grin blooming on his face. “You are so bad at this,” he teases.
You swat his chest, letting your thighs flex and lift you off his softening cock just to feel the warmth of his cum dripping out of you as he softens incrementally. “It goes against my instincts, to be mean to you; I’m doing my best!”
He thrusts his hips up. Even softening, he rubs against that spot inside you that makes your gut ache with pleasure. He lifts a brow. “Obviously, I like it.”
“Compelling evidence,” you breathe.
336 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
docartblog
Doc
hunkybeans
Bonehead takes
bcdragon
PansexualGuy
dai-henshin
CHOU HENSHIN
naihanateixeira
verbalizei