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fwb!suguru who knew he wanted to fuck when he first laid eyes on you. then wanted to take you out to endless dinners to chat his ears off when he first spoke to you.
fwb!suguru who grew to like you without fucking you, almost forgot it was what he wanted you for – a life together or a night together?
fwb!suguru whose dick got painfully hard when you taunted him, rolled your eyes at him or outwitted him. he lived for your sassiness.
fwb!suguru who happened to fuck you on a random night unexpectedly and it changed the trajectory of his life.
fwb!suguru who stayed after every dick appointment. cuddled with you on the bed, watched movies or your favourite TV show, ordered take out and held you in his arms till you both inevitably fell asleep.
fwb!suguru who couldve sworn he wasn't in love with you. he would still fuck other people (and then come back to you, poor baby was thinking of you the whole time)
fwb!suguru whose grown accustomed to your presence. he calls you when he isn't feeling okay, you call him when something bothers you. he's grown used to you telling him all about work, how you got your nails done, how you saw a cute cat near your apartment. trivial details, which coming from anyone else he would hang up, but he looks forward to them with you.
fwb!suguru who eventually stops fucking other people and is just your man, without you knowing.
fwb!suguru who is determined to mark you up in placed people will notice. your neck, your thighs, your collarbones.
fwb!suguru who believes in giving you his all. all of his long girthy dick that pumps you full it should be criminal, his long slim fingers that have made you orgasm so often and hit that deep spot with unbeat ease, his long tounge... oh god his tounge. he thinks maybe even his long life ahead is yours too, all yours. his little kids too maybe? he doesn't like to think too much about that.
fwb!suguru who has to have your pussy checked with his tounge daily. he has to lap up your insides no matter any circumstances. his voice purrs across your body when he talks you through your orgasm.
"mhmm yeah cum all over my face beautiful, I know you want to"
fwb!suguru who gets sick at the thought of you sitting so pretty for another man when you tell him you're going on a date. suguru who looks so disturbed at the thought of another man even looking at his pretty girl who isn't really his.
fwb!suguru who takes you to corporate events just so he can call you his girlfriend, even if it's just pretend. when you question him it's always "easier explanation than a friend i fuck on the regular, isn't it?"
fwb!suguru who knows how you like your coffee in the morning. he knows what you like for breakfast, your comfort food, your hobbies, your favourite movies, your least favourite movies, your icks, your past. he knows you like he knows himself. he thinks of you when he passes your favourite cafe, he texts you when he sees something in the colour you like.
fwb!suguru who is sure he hasn't felt this way before, who is so vulnerable with you that it scares the shit out of him.
fwb!suguru who is afraid, angered at everything about you. he's angry at how you lull him into a sense of security, how you hold him, how sweet your voice sounds when you call him by his name, how you take care of him, how you listen to him. he hates how your pussy clenches his dick for dear life, milking it dry and how you never let a drop of his cum go to waste, licking it up like a little slut. he's fearful too. about losing you. about where loving you the way he does leads. loving you? wait. he loves you? fuck. fuck. fuck. this hasn't been according to plan at all.
#somebody lied to her#aniya writes ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა#jjk#suguru ♡#jjk smut#jjk x reader#geto suguru#jjk geto#geto x reader#geto smut#jjk suguru#suguru geto smut#jjk ^ ~
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katsuki is always so careful when he fucks you.
it’s more about the fear of himself than is about you being fragile. he knows you’re strong, but it’s just, he becomes so… unhinged when it comes to you.
it’s the way you milk him, he thinks. it’s the way your creamy walls suck him in—aching to be filled by him— before he even has the chance to fully submerge his tip. he swears he gets high off your pussy.
it’s why he has to be careful.
he’s not fully conscious. he gets easily lost in that blissful yet oh-so desperate state… dangerously so. he doesn’t want to hurt his precious baby. so he’s careful. he tries his very best to control himself. for katsuki is a strong man and he knows how easily his baby bruises.
but you’re never one to make things easy on him, are you? he admires that about you most of the time, but you just don’t realize how dangerous you can be, do you?
you’re simply ignorant to it. yes, that’s it! you have to be. it’s the only explanation.
why else would you be taking katsuki’s hand in your own as he’s fucking you (carefully, of course). you’re desperately grasping to take control of his arm as he now has to shift his weight to keep his pace and position. he curiously obliges you. how could he not, especially when you’re this fucked out already.
you drag his hand up along your body until his hand is at the base of your throat. it’s when he feels your hands squeeze around his and a satisfied moan escapes your lips that he truly grasps what you’re doing. you want to be choked.
the realization has a guttural moan leaving his lips as he feels his balls tighten at your debaunched behavior. he picks up the pace, sloppily thrusting into your greedy cunt as the hand choking you grips you like no other.
he can’t control it. he’s squeezing so hard you’re sure there will be bruises to have to explain later. but you don’t care. you’re seeing stars right now. you both are.
warbly moans leave the both of you in harmonious bliss. katsuki swears you’ll be the death of him as he struggles to breathe by the sheer magnitude of his climax. but what does such a trivial matter like breathing mean to him? to either of you?
you’re both far too gone in the highly intoxicating drug that is love.
#tw: choking#tw: bad grammar lol#bakugou thoughts#bakugo x reader#bakugou smut#bakugou drabble#heheheh <3
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could you imagine ellie in heat fucking you god knows how many times in one day…
(18+) MDNI smut
- your day would start being woken up by ellie shaking next to you in bed, whimpering, drenched in sweat curled up in fetal position bc everything aches so much she can barely move:((( she needs to release so bad and she hasn’t even opened her eyes yet.
- “ellie? baby?” you shake her awake and as soon as her eyes meet yours shes pulling you into her body, grasp is so tight and she squeezes you so hard that you can tell she couldn’t function if you weren’t touching her at all times during her heat.
-as soon as she gets a whiff of you this close her ache doubles and her pussy practically starts gushing. “b-babyy” she whines “please…” its pathetic, if her face wasn’t buried so deep in your chest you could swear she was crying.
- ellie is burning up, the covers had been discarded but both of your clothes stick to your increasingly sweaty bodies. “ellie you need to take these off honey.” her response is a open mouth moan as you drag her panties down her slick porcelain thighs, theres a pretty pink hue radiating off them making you hum at the sight.
- once you both remove your clothes ellie cant stay still any longer, she can practically smell your cunt once you are shed of your underwear and it ignites something in her, she needed you. to taste you, needed your pussy on hers, she needed to consume you whole in hopes you could aid her painfully erotic symptoms. ellie takes it upon herself to flip you flat on the bed, smoothing her hands down your body landing on either side of your inner thighs, pushing them apart not too fast and not too slow, enough for her to savor the sight of you.
- the moment she sees your pussy it overwhelms her, the sight sucking out all strength from her for a moment, causing her head to fall against your chest, biting her lip as she takes one hand inbetween your legs and uses her 3 longest digits to swipe up against your sticky folds. “ffff-uuuuckK.” she stutters out in awe of your slick forming a connecting string to her finger tips.
- its not long until ellie is straddling you, humping your cunt at an agonizing pace. its fast, wet, sloppy and horribly sensitive. you cant remember how many times you have cum, but it doesnt matter. ellie is so lost in pleasure during this moment you cant look away. you know its because of her heat but you had never seen anyone fucked out. so dazed.
- “it fucking hurts baby…cant get enough of your pussy…feels so….perfect….” she babbles sweet nothings the whole day. normally a touch of degradation would leave her during acts so sensual as this but not today, today praise is all that leaves her lips while she fucks you senseless, using your body as a mere tool. “…..so beautiful letting me fuck you all day…”
- ellie in heat is a mouth watering sight. you cant help but admire her above you. her entire body blushes red. her perky tits bounce with each roll of her hips, “ah…ah…ah..” you both moan in sync wrapped up in the feeling of one another. you ogle at how sharp her jaw is as she leans her head back in pleasure, hair falling effortlessly and sticking to her face due to the sweat.
- ellie in heat cant not give you hickies. marking what is hers is something that relieves her knot deliciously. she craves the taste of your skin,sucking purple marks anywhere she can teasing you with the occasional bite of your skin. “oh god ellie…..”
- ellie in heat who loves kissing you sloppy. pecks considered trivial, she searches for something more wet. she places her lips parallel to yours and rubs your puffy pink lips against hers circling your bottom lips in a slippery dance. her tongue explores every part of your mouth with intention, it feels so calculated and careful you cant help but shiver. ellie swears she has never tasted anything so sweet.
- for most of the day ellie finds it hard to look directly in your eye. too dazed and drunk on you while chasing relief she struggles to keep focus on anything for too long. she flips and fucks you every which way before she finally comes to her breaking point. only then can she zero in on your eyes, determined to finally release to the point of comfortability. its only in your eyes does she find that sweet sweet euphoria. “baby.” she ruts into you at the sight of your eyes on hers, climax building. ellie moves her hips faster the closer she is to release.“baby……baby…. baby…babybabybaby-“
- when ellie comes its extremely vocal. but theres not a coherent sentence that leaves her lips. Heavy breathing, grunts,growls,whines, whimpers,moans, screams. at her peak it’s all guttural and her hands are all over you. her naked drenched body falls atop of yours and her face finds a home in the crook of your neck. the only clear word that leaves her lips is your name, over and over as she creams white on your sensitive and swollen pussy.
<3 idk what came over me…….
#ellie the last of us#ellie williams#ellie x reader#ellie x y/n#ellie x you#the last of us#tlou#tlou2#ellie tlou#ellie x fem reader#ellie williams oneshot#ellie williams smut#ellie williams fic#ellie x masc reader#ellie smut
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♡ imagine eren as your boyfriend... ♡
sfw
eren is obsessed with everything about you and he doesn’t hide it, the whole world needs to know how much he loves you. sometimes you may even think he’s being dramatic (to be fair the man is dramatic as fuck) but he’ll assure you everytime that this is truly how he feels and he’ll remind you every chance he gets. "i mean it, baby. don’t know what i’d do without you, you mean everything to me."
to add to that last point, one of his love languages are words of affirmation, both ways! eren is all about praising you; whether it’s about how beautiful you are or how he loves how you love him, it’s gonna happen. he literally never shuts up. “look at you, my pretty baby.” “i love you so much, you know that, right?”
as much as eren acts like he doesn’t care for it to be reciprocated, he does. he needs that validation from you, he always wants to hear how much you love him and what a good boyfriend he is. (just stroking his ego)
the definition of wearing your heart on your sleeve. he's very open about his feelings and he wants you to feel comfortable as well. he doesn't want any secrets between the two of you. he wants to be the only person you confide in.
p o s s e s i v e. i really dont think i need to explain further, y'all know how eren gets.
clingy as fuck. he’s kissing on you and cuddling with you every chance he gets, you can’t escape this man! he’s always got a hand on your titty or coochie, not even in a sexual way. he just “wants to be as close to you as possible.” and if you push him away, he’s taking that shit so personally. "eren, leave me alone." “why’re you acting like that, baby? what i do this time?"
will definitely make you an authorized user on his card so you can get whatever you want, even when he isn’t there ❤️ this man really spoils you, like whatever you want, it's yours and he always pays for your hair and nails, loves sending you styles and designs that he finds on pinterest. (don’t worry he only knows abt the app bc of you)
flirts with you in the corniest way possible, like the worst pickup lines ever. eren is just really playful in general. lots of smacks on the ass and tickle fights with him.
he loves being the little spoon but he’ll never admit it. he just gives you a weird look when you try to squeeze in front of him; like girl if you don’t get behind me. 🙄
loves to argue for no reason and it’s always the pettiest, most trivial shit. you’re convinced he does it because he just wants attention. (he does.)
he loves playing songs for you on his guitar, sometimes he’ll have you sit on his lap while he hums the tune in your ear, the soft melody filling the room.
lovessss late night car rides. both of yall phones on dnd, just enjoying each others company. throw in some food and good music, a lil liquor n weed? a time will be had. (because eren is an eater)
he loves planning dates but he also loves being spontaneous with them. you could be relaxing and you’ll get a text from him like “get ready babe. ima pick you up in an hour.” and you’re like boy what??
nsfw
heated arguments with him always leads into intense, passionate sex. i’m talking yall fucking for hours and hours. (eren definitely does this on purpose, it's like a reward to his weird ass)
loves every position, he's just happy to be there but if he had to choose, it would definitely be backshots. like your ass bouncing off his pelvis, his tattooed hands on your neck, how tight your pussy squeezes him? he can't get enough of the view and how it feels.
eren loves eating pussy but he loves how you tug on his hair and moan his name even more. he gets drunk off your taste and the way he groans into your pussy, you would think you were pleasuring him.
choke him and he’ll definitely nut quick. he can’t help it, there’s something about your hands on his neck that makes him go crazy.
always keeps your nails done because he loves seeing your hands wrapped around his dick. keeps your toes done because he loves having them in his mouth. 🤭
dom but will sub for you if you ask. it may not happen super often because eren likes being in control but could you imagine him whining and writhing under you? it gets to the point that he’ll beg. “pleaseplease let me cum baby, f-fuck. feels so fucking g-good.”
praise kink, he wants to hear all those pretty moans and he wants you to tell him how good it feels, how good he’s making you feel. “uh-uh don’t get shy now, wanna hear you mama.””who got you creaming like this, hmm? tell me.”
he’s really a whiner/moaner but when he’s really worked up, he’s a talker too and it’s always nasty. “taking this dick so well baby, doing so good f’me.” “pussy so fuckin' pretty, so wet for me... hmm, gonna fill you up baby. gonna give you all this nut."
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and and and... incubbus konig with somno and size kink!! i read about incubbus and it says incubbus haunt virgins in their sleep.
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You're such a precious little human.
Your mind filled with desire you dare not to act upon. All the porn listings filling your laptop, the fanfics you were reading - home invasions, night intruders, the fear of someone breaking into and making you theirs so you could never resist...honestly, Konig never had someone as pure on the outside and dirty on the inside ever since the church lost majority of influence over people.
He is not a normal incubus, of course - not as self-assured as his kind, mostly going to the dreams of shy and nervous men to make them act upon their urges and commit sins of lust and anger. You were too innocent for his usual tastes, your energy almost too pure - you needed someone who would work carefully, expanding your interests and making a good girl go bad and completely lost in the nights of debauchery...or at least you seemed good. He could read your mind, all of your lewd thoughts - how much you wanted for someone big, someone handsome and completely fictional to just take charge and...
Your sleeping form is too perfect to resist, you know. He can't manifest physically unless you're inviting him, but he can do lots of other things...putting you to sleep and entering your dream is easy for a creature of darkness like him - and he can't wait to sate your lust once he is sure you're all sprawled on your bed and helpless. Fucking your weeping cunt senselessly as you don't even understand what is happening - you're sleeping, of course, so he can ignore such trivial things as lube or preparation. His monstrous cock enters your pussy with ease, with so little resistance it's almost no fun - but you're squeezing him as tight as possible.
You have a slight bump on your lower tummy that grows bigger every time he slams into your helpless, sleeping body. Konig drags his claws all around your form, making you shiver - but you can't force him out of your dreams, no matter how much you want this. The pleasure is too much for someone as small and helpless, but Konig is sure he knows what to do...and when you squirm under him and finally admit that you want...no, need him, he could manifest in reality and take your virginity for real.
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distraction
PAIRINGS: levi x afab!reader
WARNINGS: nsfw 18+, unprotected, slight breeding kink, edging yk the usual stuff hehe
SUMMARY: you’ve been on levi’s mind during a meeting and he finally gets the chance to fulfil his lustful desires.
ok as usual it’s past midnight and im a lil delusional😍 also this takes place before the final ep bc im lazy to think rn sorry
it’s midday at headquarters and levi is sitting in the meeting hall with his fellow comrades and a few subordinates, attending a briefing with regards to new arrangements in some of the regiments.
of course, the captain finds his current situation rather trivial because he’s been informed of every single detail beforehand. But clearly some four eyed maniac had to drag him along so here he was, arms crossed and a scowl on his face. meanwhile you were probably in the courtyard with the rest of the scouts practising combat and doing drills.
when floch jumped in and started insisting on something due to inconveniences or whatever, levi rolled his eyes and decided to let his mind wander somewhere else. To his favourite topic, you. He shut the rest of the world out and settled on recalling the previous night’s events: the squad finally got a chance to turn in early yesterday, so after dinner he spent the rest of the night tangled under the covers with you.
he could still feel the way your fingers wrapped around him, thumb teasing the swollen tip while strings of precum leaked out and oozed down the shaft. Could still remember the way you felt, so tight and warm as you sunk down onto his pulsing cock. His head hit the headboard as he let out a low moan, hands holding onto your waist as you slowly rode him..
levi.
he heard a faint voice calling out to him somewhere.
he couldn’t think, couldn’t process anything else other than the blissful feeling of your body leaning down to press against his as he began thrusting upwards in desperation, lips meeting yours in a fervent kiss as he took in every sound that escaped from your pretty mouth.
levi!
the voice was calling again, louder this time.
you were both so close, he could tell by the way your pussy was tightening around him. His breathing grew ragged as he began chasing his high, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as-
“hello? earth to levi!”
someone shook him, hard. hange.
shit, that’s right. you’re still in this damn meeting.
he finally snapped back to reality just to find everyone staring at him.
an uncomfortable sensation in his lower region nearly made him curse out loud when he came to the realisation that all that fantasising had given him a stupid boner. great. he felt like a horny teenager in constant need of sexual relief who couldn’t control himself for just a few hours.
“are you okay captain? you zoned out for a minute.” armin asked from across the table. he nodded silently and then forced himself to focus on the task at hand for a little while more before they were dismissed. levi left in a hurry, first one to exit the room as he strided down the stairs to the main hall to find you.
he needed to relieve himself, feel you around him again as he made love to you like last night. Somehow he could never get enough of you.
why did you have to do this to him?
upon receiving news that the scouts could return to their personal quarters for the next hour before dinner, he didn’t hesitate to rush up the stairs and head to your room. a few urgent knocks on the door were all you needed to open it.
“levi?” the meeting probably ended earlier than expected.
“clothes off, on the bed. now.” There’s no mistaking his intentions in his deep voice. you can almost hear the lust laced in his words as you begin slipping off your jacket.
“been thinking about me, captain?” you smirk as your gaze lingers on the visible tent in his pants. looks like someone was daydreaming about you this whole time after all.
He’s on top of you in an instant, pushing both of you down onto the bed as he litters kisses all over your body, from your face down to the apex of your thighs. seeing his cock all needy and red with clear strings pooling beneath him makes you want to reach out and give him the relief he needs, but levi is too desperate to bother. He just wants to be inside of you.
While he presses wet kisses along your thighs, his hand is rubbing circles on your clit, watching as the warm wetness begins to spread with every stroke of his fingers on your soft folds.
no words are exchanged as he holds your waist down and pushes himself into you, penetrating your cunt as you clench around him. He immediately starts grinding against your hips, wet sounds accompanying yours and his moans as he pounds you.
“s- slow down levi,” you’re panting as he takes your legs and presses them back against your abdomen so he can drive himself deeper. his cock is hitting against your sweet spot so deliciously and it’s driving him insane, and soon the pleasure building up in his core makes him go even faster. he’s already so aroused, it barely takes him long before he feels the need to let go.
“g- gonna cum,” he gasps out, forehead leaning down to touch yours as you take his face in your palms.
“not yet, hold on i wanna try something.”
levi looks into your eyes, glazed over with lust as he pauses his movements. You smile when you look down and see where you’re connected, squeezing around him as he lets out the loudest groan you’ve heard from him so far.
“wait keep going but don’t cum yet,” you position yourself on your elbows, feeling the heat build up inside you. you weren’t gonna give in to him so easily this time, though. your fingers plunge into levi’s hair and he’s begging for you to just let him cum. he needs it so desperately, wants to release his load deep in your pussy over and over.
you brush the hair off his forehead, telling him to look at you.
“please- oh shit, let me cum-” he frowns. his thrusts have slowed down and grown sloppy. you put a hand on his chest and feel the way his heart is pounding like crazy. it turns you on even more knowing how needy he is, to the point where he’s literally pleading for you to give him the relief he desires so much.
“just a little while more, i know you can do it.” you close your eyes and savour the pleasure running through your whole body as his tip repeatedly brushes over the familiar spongy spot. To your surprise, you feel a hot tear drip onto your collar bone and open your eyes to see him tearing up, legs trembling as he tries his best to hold himself together.
“aw, is my dear captain crying?”
“sh- shut up and let me cum brat,” he chokes out. you rest your hands on his back and run your fingers down his muscles as you finally let him release inside you. He lets out a string of mumbled curses as you both ride out several waves of pleasure, your pussy squeezing out every drop of seed he has while you’re breathing his name.
it feels so much more intense this time, and he can’t even think straight as he lets the last of his cum spurt deep inside you. he loves the thought of you taking him so well, letting him fill you up so that hopefully one day you’ll have his children.
But for now, all levi can do is sigh in relief as he slowly pulls out. you’re worn out and satisfied, and he can’t help but curse softly when a mixture of yours and his fluids begin to ooze out of your folds and pool below you.
“come here.” you whisper, letting his body collapse onto you as his forehead hits the pillow beside your shoulder.
“we should do this more often,” he mumbles, and when you respond, he’s already passed out in your arms.
#levi ackerman smut#levi x reader#levi x reader smut#levi smut#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman#attack on titan#levi attack on titan#this took me an hour#screaming without the s#lord i need this irl tbh#levi x fem!reader
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needy • j.w.w.
Pairing: jeon wonwoo x afab!reader
Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship!au
Warnings: swearing, teasing, dirty talk, unrealistic amt of orgasms heh, male masturbation, mentions of car sex, fingering (fem. receiving), phone sex but not like you think, messy oral (fem. receiving), safe sex 🫡, wonu's a bit of a perv tbh and reader loves puts up w/ it, mentions of children but not like really lmao, mentions of (cock)roaches, wonu in glasses and needy = double kill imho, ft. some of the boys being intrusive tbh haha, POSSESSION, and a good amt of noisy sex hahah lmk if i missed anything!
WC: 4.9k
A/N: well it's finally my first wonu fic :3 after hoarding so many in the drafts bc I always feel like I can't write him too well, I had to take the plunge since it's a dear request from my lovely @wonuhour ❤️ I really hope you enjoy this 🤞🏼 no taglist as this is a request so I hope y'all read this but sending some love to my fav wonwoorideul @wonwussy bc she said I could tag her mwah. I think I held my head 5 times while editing this haha...
It's late when you step out into the night's cool air, a sigh of relief at finally being freed from the corporate building where you work. Pulling out your phone from the bag slung across your shoulder, your face lights up just like the screen when you focus on two distinct notifications on it.
1 missed call — hubby ♡
1 new voicemail — hubby ♡
"Hey, baby. You're probably dealing with those idiots right now but by the time you're listening to this, you should be on your way back home to me."
Wonwoo's deep voice is always so soothing, filling your body with inexplicably warm, fuzzy feelings that trail from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. The knowledge that he pays attention to even the minute details you think he might not care about in trivial, daily conversations or complaints makes your heart flutter with joy.
Your husband has always had that effect on you. He's aware you aren't able to pick up and it's not like he expects you to do so. Wonwoo simply leaves a voice message, knowing it will provide you comfort on your walk to the car and subsequent drive home until you can seek real solace in his embrace.
And maybe — just maybe — he calls to simply hear your pretty voice that plays on the answering machine because he misses you during your long shift. The embarrassed giggle when you mess up and stumble across your words during the recording. Never bothering to go back to change or fix it because it makes the corners of Wonwoo's mouth perk up, breaking his usual stoic expression. At least according to what Mingyu's let slip.
Which is hilarious in and of itself because your husband is anything but poker face when in your presence. His friends tease, saying he's become a different man because of you — following you around and acting like a lovesick puppy rather than his normal, self-acclaimed dignified cat persona. But you deny it. He's always been the same person with you and maybe that's just because you're meant to be.
"Be safe on your way home. Remember to lock the doors when you're inside, although I know you will 'cause how many times have you accidentally locked me out when you've beat me back to the car first?" He lets out a strangely breathy laugh, one that you mimic in fondness at the past memory and simply of him, doing exactly as he says as you shut the driver seat's door. "Miss you so, so much today. Even more than usual, baby. 'specially that sweet pussy of yours."
Nothing — not even Mingyu's weird trait of being privy and somehow knowing or aware of way too much in your relationship — could have prepared you for those words. You're extremely grateful you're inside your car right now. Not fearing other people overhearing but because you would've collapsed right on the sidewalk in public. Victim to your husband's seductive desperation.
"Can't stop thinking 'bout it. How pretty it looks, how good you taste, how perfect you always feel wrapped around me."
Your head falls back against the headrest, the hand holding your phone drops onto your thigh, and your mouth and eyes widen together in awe. The wireless buds fit snugly inside your ears allow you to pick up on the underlying slick sounds as he speaks. Your mouth waters, a sweep of electrifying energy causing the hairs on your arms to raise.
Fuck. He's stroking that gorgeous thick cock of his. Because he yearns so much for you.
"'round my fingers, my dick, my tongue… so soft and wet and tight… mhm, oh god — what a messy little thing. And your lips too, wanna kiss you so bad. For hours, non-stop."
People like to make assumptions about your relationship. Things like how Wonwoo must be the calm and collected one, the domineering and composed person within your dynamics. It's annoying but you can't really blame them — it's human nature after all. While they aren't entirely wrong, it's not like they're right either.
On the occasions when your husband's lust for you outweighs his level-headedness, he loses all reason. Not above begging, whining, or babbling nonsense, his neediness becomes next level. You're so caught up in thinking about the exact man you're supposed to be listening to, you realize you've nearly missed most of the words he's spouting in his gravelly voice. You rewind the playback.
"… to stop thinkin' 'bout it or I'll want you even more. Wanna ruin you. Destroy you. Worship you. Ah… you're in your car, aren't you love? Please tell me you are, 'member when I slipped a finger inside last week on our way home from the mall? Then two. Then three. Had to make sure my pretty baby's pussy was stuffed nice and full. It's what you deserve, after all."
His lazy drawl and filthy words make your thighs clench. He knows it too. "Bet you're squeezing those luscious legs of yours together… ah, what I wouldn't give to have them around me instead…" A laugh again, almost a wheeze, like the air's being sucked out of his lungs at the thought. Many thoughts. "Made such a mess that day… hngh, almost wrecked the car over how wrecked you were, baby."
You glance at the empty passenger seat out of the corner of your eye. Almost shamefully, like a curious nun side-eyes a sinner sitting in church. Wonwoo's skillful and long, bony fingers buried inside your cunt — to no surprise — had you a writhing mess, an insane orgasm ripped from your body. You were afraid the upholstery was ruined because of it, the car still smelling like sex and preventing you from offering your sulky neighbor Seungcheol a lift this week.
"Bastard," you mutter affectionately and roll your eyes at your next statement, pretending as if he can hear you. "Like you weren't just as wrecked that I had to suck you off as soon as we parked and then rushed inside since you didn't wanna cum in my mouth."
"Ahhhhh, shoot…!"
As if he can hear your words, a particularly loud moan followed by a string of curses falls out of your husband's mouth. You are just able to hear the sped up sounds of him rutting more urgently against his palm. The visual of his large hands looking much smaller when wrapped around his huge cock floods your mind, wondering if he's tightened his grasp to better resemble it to drilling deep inside of your warmth instead of his hand. Eyebrows creasing together, biting down on his bottom lip before his mouth opens again in another moan that fills your ears at the right time.
The familiar creak of his home office chair causes a devious smirk to grace your face. He hasn't realized in his lust-driven state that he'd given away how desperate he really was to be fucking into his fist between freelance projects. More than likely frustrated when something wasn't encoding right after hours of staring at the screen but it was most probable that Wonwoo was simply down bad.
Achingly missing his partner when you weren't around to rub his shoulders, bring him some tea, lighten up the mood with a bad joke, or even try and help point out a possible error with a fresh set of eyes. Even nicer, sit on his lap all pretty to keep his cock all warm and coated in wetness or get on your knees beneath his desk and try to keep quiet while you take him down your throat.
You were always a bit on the noisy side. Even now, you can't help but let out a whimper at how uncomfortable your nipples feel poking against your bra. Dampening your panties, poor clit already puffy and throbbing unstimulated.
The Wonwoo in your imagination has his head thrown back, throat presented prettily that you wish you could actually mark up. In-tune with what he sounds like when he's about to come undone, you listen intently to your husband's stifled groans and harsh pants in anticipation. Holding your breath, hoping he's so lost in bliss that he won't leave you hanging.
Like a lifeline, a muttered "fuck, baby," as if he's really right there with you in the car as his deep moan fills your ears just like it does in-person. Imaginary Wonwoo drops his head back down and the hungry look in his dark brown eyes causes your hips to involuntarily twitch, thighs trembling. Shockingly, you don't orgasm from that alone but you sure as hell were on the brink of doing so.
For a finale, your husband stays on the line while he catches his breath and your dirty mind wanders once more. Hard not to when you hear the wet sounds of his hand still rubbing his cock. A whimper of "hm, just like that," and a hiss because he's sensitive makes your head spin, cunt clenching sadly around nothing. A sob practically leaves your chest at the absolute want to milk him dry just as he wishes at that moment.
"Miss you so much. Need to eat out my precious baby. Mhm, I just know that sopping cunt is begging for me to lick it up…"
The scratch of tissues being pulled out of their holder is enough of an attempt to tug you out of the foggy cloud of lust. You lick your lips.
"… so come and hurry home safely, love."
You do — so close to cumming untouched — but you stave off the feeling, speeding home somehow without crashing. For all your car has put up with, you're honestly surprised it hasn't given out on you in revenge. But that's neither here nor there at the moment, stumbling out of the vehicle once you arrive home and scrambling faster than a marathon-runner to get inside.
It would be a lie to say you weren't disappointed with how quiet and dark it is. Quietly setting your bag down, you stand with your back pressed against the front door. Almost expecting your husband to appear out of the shadows and pounce on you.
It's happened before. You can proudly declare with your whole chest that you've fucked on every surface of this lovely little house purchased in the third year of your marriage.
Instead, something brushes against your leg and you bend down to pick up your daughter. She hangs pliantly as you gently wiggle her and whisper, "Where's your daddy?"
The cat replies with a plaintive meow. You smile when she twitches her tail, stalking off towards the direction of the living room. Wonwoo likes to teasingly say she takes after you with a distinct cat-titude despite the fact that he naturally happens to be the more dedicated caretaker between the two of you. Mingyu was always needlessly curious which one of you another cat would take after — or worse, if you had actual children.
That wouldn't happen for quite a bit, trailing behind the true ruler of the household and watching as she climbs up onto her expensive cat-tree to sulk. Wonwoo must not have given her enough attention today. Demonstrated by the angry way she squints toward the open doorway of the study illuminated by the blue glow of your husband's computer.
"Daddy's in rare form today," you try and explain, rubbing in between her ears and she purrs in response. "Don't worry, Mommy will go and fix him so he ultra dotes on you like the little princess he thinks you are."
You make a kissy face in her direction because she is a precious royalty. Then you're approaching the study where deep grunts and muttered curses can be heard among a furious clacking of keyboard keys.
"On your left — no, Mingyu… your other left!"
Crossing your arms, you pout. You'd be lying if gamer Wonwoo wasn't unfairly attractive — jawline clenched as he barks out orders into his headset, the computer screen graphics reflecting off his glasses. A stark contrast to the ratty hoodie and old man slippers he's wearing, angrily slapping his feet on the ground when Seokmin accidentally pressed the wrong button and self-destructs.
You're glad he's blowing off some steam and stress with the boys. Though you had once asked why he didn't bother watching porn on his expensive and impressive set-up. Flattered when he admitted that having you as the real deal beat anything he could ever try to search for.
Now you're not as sure, though. He seems rather content and preoccupied after working you all up with that damn voicemail of his. With a flounce, you turn to head to the shower as your husband rages over Chan mistakenly shooting at the wrong team. Meeting a feline gaze on the way to the bathroom that shares your same sentiment of disdain.
Sticky, ruined panties cause a glare and another pout to adorn your face once the water is turned on to heat up. One Wonwoo might find cute. If he could see it. You nearly jump out of your skin when there's a knock on the door, so soft it almost sounds like a bump.
A certain kitty often bangs against doors just to startle her owners but she's also good at opening them too. When it remains shut and you hear a low call of your name rather than spooky silence, a pleading meow, or it flying open, you let out a breath of relief. Trying not to appear too eager, you crack the door open just enough to narrow one eye at your husband.
"Hi, baby."
"Hey."
Long gone is his cozy hoodie, though his black sweatpants remain on. Displaying lean, upper body muscles to ogle and pert nipples that could poke you in the eyeball with how near he is. Pushing up his glasses, he raises his eyebrows when you don't make an effort to move.
"You don't normally knock."
"I wasn't sure if it was you or our little mischief maker in here."
"Uh-huh, and who says I'm not mischievous as well?" You turn around but leave the door ajar and he takes that as an invitation to come in.
"No one's ever said you weren't," Wonwoo reassures but frowns, "no welcome home kiss?"
"You know, little miss mischief maker seemed pretty miffed, did daddy not pay enough attention to her today? That's unlike you."
"Mhm, was busier than I thought today. Had a lot on my mind… work and all that. Absolutely drowning in it."
"Is that so? She seems pretty upset so be sure you make it up to her."
It's like a cat-and-mouse game, though who's who is really the question. Maybe you're both cats in a stand-off. You know Wonwoo would never not truly attend to your beloved pet. You fight back a smirk, able to feel his heated gaze trail down your back and focus on your ass that you jut out on purpose to check the water temperature. A rush of fresh arousal surges through your system.
"Yeah?" Your husband's hand shoots out past yours to turn the shower off, ignoring your protest. "I think I upset another kitten too." Spinning you around so his damp thumb can pull at your bottom lip as you flutter your eyelashes at him.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not a cat. And I'm most certainly not upset."
He pecks at your lips almost condescendingly. "Sure, baby. You shouldn't be, you know, with the nice present I left for your pleasure after work."
You let out an elated sigh as he holds your face still and peppers kisses all over, trailing down to focus on your neck so you can speak. "If that's your idea of a nice gift, I'd hate to see what a bad one is."
"You didn't like it?" Somehow Wonwoo's eyes manage to sparkle when he looks up at you with a whine, pausing his kisses down the valley between your breasts. His other hand sneakily reaches in between your legs and he smiles against your skin. "Or did you like it too much? Don't think I've ever gotten you a bad gift, baby."
Slender fingers play with your messy wetness, sliding back and forth languidly without rush. You struggle to clear your mind to ask with sarcasm, "Wh-what about that st-stupid cockroach plushie?"
"It was cute. Just like you."
"That's it, I'm getting a shower."
"I don't think so." Wonwoo's free hand flies to splay out on your back, preventing you from moving and pressing your body even closer to his.
You purse your lips, brown eyes locking in on them immediately. "You think I'm on the same level as cockroaches."
"Only like the super cute, not-real ones."
"…We're filing for divorce right after I clean up."
"Mhm, but I'm not done with you yet so it'd be a waste of water. Besides, you hate showering together."
You can't help but grind down against his stationary palm, wishing he'd just slip a finger inside. "Because… no one's getting clean… if you're in there with me."
"Exactly," he's entranced by how much of your arousal continues to coat his hand. Cock twitching with the ache to be where his fingers are instead. "You know the drill, baby. Besides, I'm aware of how much you like it when I'm wearing my glasses."
"Wonwoo…"
He hushes your moan with a smirk and another kiss to your irresistible lips. "Yeah, lovely. It's okay, I'll give you what you want. And what I want too."
Surely, you would've bashed your head open on the tile floors had it not been for the support of the countertop you'd braced your palm on. Legs as shaky as a newborn fawn with how long you've been buzzing with desire. Especially when your husband backs away to withdraw his hand, ravenously slurping up your essence with a blissed out face. An appreciative, low grunt as he licked his fingers clean, dark gaze not straying away from your naked body before him.
"Shouldn't have done the laundry, silly baby. How else am I supposed to control myself without any sort of relief to get me through the day?"
Your jaw drops. "Pervert!"
"Know you like it." He ignores the light slap to his shoulder that bears no malice, finding zero resistance when he tugs you by the hand to drag you into the bedroom. "You love when I'm this desperate for you. Can't get anything done, can't think of anything else… all you, you, and you. And this greedy pussy."
Your back's resting on the mattress before you can blink. Wonwoo sits and parts your legs, taking in the delectable sight of your puffy cunt that spreads open to seep more arousal. Asking to be taken care of and filled.
"Just look at it, how could I not desire it every moment of the day?" A kiss is pressed against your left ankle. "When it's just as perfect as you?" Another to the side of your knee cap. "And so fuckin' addictive." He switches to the right to suck the skin on your thigh. "Absoluting begging to be filled up so prettily whenever I want."
It's a mix between a scream and groan of frustration that leaves your throat when your husband lightly smooches right above your hip crease before licking the salt off your skin. He's so close to where you want him and he grins at your patient façade slowly slipping. His tongue pokes out, just grazing the left side of your pussy.
"Wonwoo…!"
He is rarely this talkative, either he truly missed you or this is a new form of torture.
A pointer finger taps your pubic bone and drags downward, lifting away before it hits your clit. "And all mine," he growls out before devouring your cunt like you want.
Your husband eats you out like a starved man. Ravenous in all the best ways. Your hips can't help but jerk in time with the movements of his tongue lapping at your inner walls and cleaning up the gracious amounts of slick you've created. Whines leaving your mouth at how good it feels, fingers anxiously threading through his curls and making them even messier. Your legs wrap around his neck as you somehow bring his head even closer to drown inside your scent, your taste, and your wet heat.
Wonwoo revels in it.
Normally, he would have more control. More strictness, more fortitude. But he's so far gone, appreciative growls that could rival the best-selling vibrator on the market shake you to your very core. The frames of his glasses dig into your thighs but you don't even feel them with the intense amount of pleasure from Wonwoo's thumb playing with your clit. His nose occasionally adds to the mind-dumbing feeling by nuzzling against it when he shakes his head with vigor.
You have no choice but to hurdle towards a fast orgasm like a dam breaking. Unintentionally locking his neck in a position that might've snapped it if his face wasn't pressed so close and into your spasming hole. Screaming his name as you tear at hair strands a bit too viciously. Wonwoo takes it all in stride, too obsessed with prolonging that delightful peak of yours to care.
Only when your legs loosen up does he back away, pride filling his chest as he takes in your shaking form. Pushing up foggy lenses, he licks his lips slowly. The damp spot shining on his chin and nose is enough of a damning visual — one that's real and touchable, not of your imagination this time — for a tiny tremor to run through your thighs again.
Wonwoo's sore jaw drops. "Baby, did you… did you just cum again?" The cool air away from your cunt clears his vision so he can marvel at the soiled wet patch on your shared blankets. A mumbled curse leaves his mouth.
You're a vision. Strewn across the bed, skin shining with sweat while your disheveled husband is the epitome of sex. He cracks his neck, stretching his jaw.
Thinking.
Contemplating.
"Just from that? Hah, what am I going to do with you?"
"Fuck me," you moan and bring your legs that feel like Jello up to your chest. Squeezing your breasts between your thighs, you pout at him and flutter your lashes. A perfect look for a vixen, pleading yet sultry. "Please."
"Shit… can't tell if you're being bad or good. Augh, the things you do to me."
"'m good, s'good for you. Want you s'bad."
Blabbering, you watch through bleary eyes at the rapid speed he tears off his sweatpants and manage to spread your legs even farther with how numb they feel when he climbs over top of you. Lenses flash in the light at the same time as a foil wrapper before he rips it, hissing in sensitivity to slide the condom on. You're thrilled when the heavy tip of his cock slaps against your prepped pussy, ready for him to lose all rationale. You're sorely disappointed to find out your husband has a pending question for you.
"Then why didn't you greet me when you came home? Hm? Pretty baby sulking in the bathroom 'cause I was gaming with the boys?"
"Ahhh…" you shake your head urgently, nails lightly scratching his biceps, and hips lifting off the bed in a sly effort to slip his dick inside. "No…"
Wonwoo clicks his tongue, halting your movements. "No? I need complete answers, love."
You need him to lose control. Fighting back a sob, you try to shake off your fucked-out state and reply to him properly. "Wanted to shower 'nd then come in no panties, sit… on your lap."
"Yeah? Pretty baby was gonna keep me nice and warm in that snug pussy? Like we always do?"
"Mhm," tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, "maybe… maybe suck you off."
"Oh, wanted to choke on my cock so all those losers could hear those greedy gags of yours?"
All you can do is nod deliriously because his thick length is hot and hard. Laying outside your lower stomach exactly like it would if it was buried within you.
Wonwoo snarls. "I think the fuck not. Absolutely not. Only I'm allowed to hear your pretty noises. Only me." He huffs, easing the tip inside finally, grunting at how you're already clamping around him like a vice. "You're made for me. All mine. No one else."
The last three syllables are punctuated by experimental, shallow thrusts to open you up for him. Your tongues tangle together as he continues to rock his hips forward, splitting you open until your pelvises kiss.
"That's it, baby. That's the sweet cunt I've been waiting for all day, dreaming of. There it is, shit! Whose pussy does this belong to?"
"Yours… hgnh, all yours… yours, yours yours…!"
"That's right, that's fuckin' right."
His glasses slide down the bridge of his nose but are pushed up by your own nose when you pull him by the neck to shut him up. Barely kissing anymore, it's an open-mouthed entanglement of debauchery. Neither of your moans get any quieter, especially when he rasps in your ear to make as much noise as possible because no one's around to listen.
Wonwoo's thrusts are sharp when he does pull out a little bit. But he doesn't want to leave your warmth for even one moment, mainly grinding as deep as he can into your fluttering hole and stimulating your clit. His hands tug at your nipples, alternating between squishing and squeezing at your tender breasts. Your legs splay compliantly out at the side, letting your husband use you to his content because that's what both of your goals tonight were.
You're shamelessly screaming when his tip touches that bundle of nerves and you're afraid you might actually black out when he continues to hit it with scary precision.
"Gonna… be the death… of me."
Peering at you over his glasses, he smirks at your weak complaint. "Says the one… that's gonna snap off my dick… shit, lovey, stop tightening up so much!"
"Can't help it, feels so good."
"I know, baby," he pants out and kisses your cheek, "I know so just bare with me a bit more." Relief floods him momentarily when your gummy walls loosen their iron grip around his cock. "That's it."
Pulling out of your squelching pussy before you can clamp around him again with only the head wrapped around so prettily by your puffy lips, he has to pause to admire it. Then he slams inside so deep that you can't help but hit that intense climax while he's still stuffing the rest of his length back in.
He coos in his low voice, coaxing you through it with an almost cruel swivel of his hips. "You can give me one more, right? I know you can, you're so good for me."
You really don't know if you could but the minute you lock eyes with him, the feral need and want in them that takes your breath away is enough. It's tinier than all the ones prior but it pleases a fucked out Wonwoo. In seconds, he's spilling his seed into the condom, still nestled within your spasming walls.
"There it is, cream on my cock, love. Yeah, there we go… fuck, baby..." he pants, a telltale sign, "that's it... so perfect."
To say you're exhausted would be an understatement. You might've actually passed out because when you come to, your husband has already wiped you down and pulled the blankets over your naked body. You weren't cold at all before but now that the tidal wave of lust has ebbed away, a chill is settling in. Your cat has snuck into the bedroom too, curled up and purring at the end of the bed on top of the stuffed cockroach plushie.
"Wonwoo?"
"Right here, love." He's laying on top of the covers and wearing his sweats again. His glasses are on the nightstand, head propped up on one hand to stare affectionately at you. "Feel okay?"
"Yeah but I'm glad I'm off for the rest of the week. You fucked the life out of me."
A smug grin graces his face. "Yeah I know. Which is why I don't understand why you just didn't wait to do laundry tomorrow or something."
"Not this again. How old are you?"
"Old enough to know what will prevent me from blowing out your back all the time." He's ready to continue with a good defense but pauses at the smile you're trying to hide. "Wait… did you do that on purpose?" When you don't reply, he groans your name. "You did, didn't you?"
"We all have our little tricks," a finger traces down his exposed pecs, "although I didn't expect such a needy voicemail on my way home, it turned out just as planned."
He halts your wrist when you start journeying down his abs. "Not in front of the child, please."
"I'm too tired to do anything scandalous," you laugh and flip your aching body over to the other side. "Wake me up in a half hour so I can shower. Alone."
"I can't believe I was set up." Disbelief drips from his tone as he sets a timer on his phone but he reaches over you to turn off the light, pressing a kiss to your ear. "Well-played though. You have a lot of free time to make up for your misbehavior, don't you baby?"
"Mhm-hm."
Wonwoo can't see the second victorious smile hidden in the darkness. Really. You're just too smart, knowing your husband so well to get what you want.
Mingyu would be proud. And grossed out.
onlyseokmins: February 2023 ©
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for sinday.... Douma meets a goddess of love! reader? Aphrodite powers and all. lets see how the unbeliever feels when reader says she's been watching over him for quite some time(and liking what she sees), eh?
SINFUL SUNDAY
A/N: grateful for this request, I nearly forgot the pleasure of writing for my cherished Douma!
One night, a girl unexpectedly appears before Douma in his secluded chamber, radiating an aura of divine beauty.
Douma, initially unfazed, looks her up and down with a smirk. "Well, well, what do we have here? Haven't seen you around, my lotus. Who are you?"
The girl reveals her identity as a goddess, specifically the goddess of love
Douma chuckles, "Love, huh? Not really my thing, sweetheart."
She casually mentions she has been watching over Douma for some time, piquing his interest.
Douma raises an eyebrow, "Watching me, huh?"
"Oh, I've been enjoying the show, my dear. Your fights, your victories," she says. Channeling her feminine charm, the girl flirts lightly, "You may be a demon, but there's a certain allure to your chaos, Douma."
Douma, unfazed but slightly intrigued, retorts, "Flattery won't get you anywhere, goddess. I'm not the type to fall for such tricks. Better don't test my limits. I can snap your neck within blink of an eye."
The girl, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, challenges, "Perhaps not, but even demons deserve a taste of love. Care to prove me wrong?"
"I find the trivial and unnecessary nature of human emotions rather pitiful and inconsequential." Douma tells her, a wry smirk glued to his lips.
She whispers, "Love is not just an emotion, Douma. It's a flame that can burn even the coldest hearts like yours." The girl, with a snap of her fingers, using her powers, creates an ethereal sensation affecting all of his being, making Douma feel a subtle warmth in his chest.
Douma, raising an eyebrow, grumbles, "What did you do, woman?"
"Oh! Don't worry! It's just a taste of the love I can offer. A demon like you might find it... intriguing," she suggests with a grin.
Douma, feeling the unfamiliar warmth, tries to play it off, "Intriguing, huh? Don't get too carried away, goddess."
She leans in, teasing, "You're a challenge, Douma." Playfully running a finger along Douma's cheek, the woman purrs, "Life is more interesting with a little passion, don't you think?"
Douma, catching her hand, smirks, "Interesting, maybe. But I'm not one to be easily swayed."
She offers him a smile and rises onto her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his. In this moment, she seizes the chance to weave more of her enchanting spell of love around him.
In mere moments, his hakama pants and shirt find their way to the floor. Before he can fully grasp the situation, he's gently pushed onto a futon. The goddess straddles his lap, gracefully removing her attire with deliberate slowness.
In the next moment, she delicately grinds her hips, sensually rubbing her pussy against his visibly eager manhood, standing proudly in all its glory.
Douma gasps, yet places his strong hands to her hips, helping her with her movements. "Mmmm, lotus, look at you, so eager for me already. You're something, aren't you?"
She grins at him, leaning in to engage in a passionate kiss while positioning his cock at the entrance, only to descent on him ever so slowly.
Douma maintains unbroken eye contact with her, allowing her to have her share of fun with him. She rides him as if he were a spirited stallion, and he shows no objection whatsoever.
Douma's hands glide to her breasts, his fingers caressing them tenderly. "You're so hot, my little lotus, riding me as if there's no tomorrow," he praises, his voice sultry, a sly grin gracing his handsome features.
She moans his name, arching her back and rolling her head back in pleasure as his cock hits all the sensitive spots within her pussy. "Oh, Douma! It feels so incredible! I might just get addicted to a demon's touch! Never felt anything like that with a human before!"
Before too long, Douma grows bored, craving the familiar sense of control he exerts in his temple. Swiftly, he tosses her off his lap and forcefully pins her down on the futon. She finds herself on her stomach, rising her hips up for him, and the blonde-haired demon thrusts into her wetness from behind with a deep grunt, establishing a raw, almost primal tempo.
Douma swiftly succumbs to pleasure as the goddess screams, her pussy clamping hard on his cock. Douma alters his angle angle for heightened ecstasy, his cock rubs all of the spongy spots within her cunt. She climaxes with a loud moan, thrusting her hips back onto him, and he soon follows suit, cumming in her with a gasp.
As they recline together and Douma casually caresses her shoulder, he inquires about her name. She responds, "It's Y/N."
Douma grins mischievously. "I'm afraid I can't let you slip away. You're mine now."
"I'm a goddess; you can't keep me as if I were your pet," she reminds.
Douma chuckles softly, his smirk widening. "Well, goddess or not, I've always been fond of collecting rare treasures. Looks like I just found my most prized possession."
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medicine – yjh
(jeonghan's version of fantasize, it's finally here!)
pairing: jeonghan x fem reader
genre: smut
warnings: oral (f), riding, pussy drunk, mention of an injure
"YN!!!"
"WHAT!!??!?!" jeonghan shouts for you and you reply from the living room.
it's one of those jeonghan days. those days when he randomly decides to be more mischievous, more annoying than normal, where he just needs you to be 100% about him. deep, deep down, you dont really care because you love the attention and his neediness for you, but you'll never let him know that.
"COME HERE" he shouts again and you roll your eyes, you were just trying to take a trivial nap.
you patiencely walks to his room "how can i help you?" you say and he grins, he fucking grins.
"are you my nurse or something?" he smirks, reaching for your arm to pull you closer. he is layed on the bed and you on your feet beside it.
"i want to sleep, hannie. can you say it already so i can rest? im tired"
"do i make you tired?" he pouts and you roll your eyes again, there it is.
"yes, you do, but work still wins" you say.
"nap here with me, why are you far?" he reasons and you want so bad to smile but you supress it.
he pulls you again until he can reach your hips, hugging it to him. before you can fight against it, he is pulling you up on his body.
"jeonghan, wait! your legs..." you say trying hard to carry your weight so you wont crash on him.
he pulls you more until you cross over him and lay on his side, your faces close to each other, and bodies glued.
"sleep here with me" he says again looking at you. now, both of you on the bed.
you just dont say anything, don't answer at all, and let the silence sink in.
you've been staying in his place these few days since he got his leg injured and needs some assistance. you've been so harshly stubborn about not sleeping with him, afraid of kicking him or something during the night. well... you know your sleepy self.
"why did you call me?" you spit, suddenly remembering why you walk there in first place.
"i need my medicine" he says.
"you do?" you shift on your place suddenly, are you tired enough to forget the time to give him his medicine "are you sure? what time is it?"
he smiles at you, one of his hands reaching your face, his thumb caressing your cheeks "not that one, i need a different medicine"
you stare him curiously, and he smirks. before you can think about it, he hugs your waist and pushes you to him. your eyes get big with concern "jeonghan!" you yell "stop! i dont want to hurt you!"
he keeps pushing you until you're on top of him.
"are you crazy?" you say more calmly now as you stare at his face underneath yours. he is still hugging you tightly, making you unable of moving out.
"im not some porcelain doll, you know?" he makes his point "and i kinda miss you, you dont even sleep with me. are you bored of me?" there it is again and again. you make a face and he just smiles, placing a piece of your hair tug in your ear.
with his hand resting on your neck now, he pushes you harshly to him, before his lips touch yours. you yelp, your breath getting stuck on your throat from the surprised move. and he finally kisses you, his kiss is tender and soft, and you slowly start to melt on him.
the hand that has been having a grip on you, start to caress your sides, sneakily going under your shirt, his warm hand meting your back skin. the kiss getting messy and sloppy and you can help a moan when he meets your tongue.
"fuck, i miss it so much" he says close to your ear as he approaches it to start kissing there "are you ready to feed me my medicine?"
"what are you talking about?" you aren't dumb. you know what he possibly could be talking about, but he'd be insane to think you'd risk anything with him in this state.
"can i take this off?" he asks playing with the hem of your baggy shirt as you give him a look. jeonghan just smirk, slidding it up, continuing since you dont stop him.
once your bare upbody is free to his eyes, he admires your figure, your nipples that wasnt covered with anything. he palms it lightly, gulping when he hears you whimper. you gave up so easily, he thinks to himself proudly.
"take everything off for me, pretty. come sit on my face" you throb around nothing when you hear him and have no power to fight against it.
you get off of him in a hurry, taking your shorts and panties together, throwing somewhere in the room. jeonghan is taking his shirt off and getting comfortable on the mattress to take you.
"come here" he motions with his fingers and you climb back on him, resting just above his belly.
he hands your waist, pushing your core closer to his face. slightly going up, you put your hands on the headband to give you some stability as he caress your thighs.
one of his fingers slides on your folds, and your breath gets caged on your throat by the motion. he gathers the wetness on your clit, messaging just for a bit. you were so wet, and there's nothing that made him more prouder. he looks up at you, your nipples perked up, your center close to his face and your cheeks flushed red, you looked beautiful and so fucking hot, he could feel his cock tighting in his sweatpants.
"ready?" he asks looking at you and you give him the green light.
with both of his arms around your thighs, he pushes you harshly to his mouth, finally on you. he licks your folds, humming at your taste that he is so obsessed with. he plays with your entrance, feeling you throbbing around his tongue. you moan, fighting your legs not to give in, afraid of suffocating him.
"hmm, i missed it so much, yn. you are amazing" he praises, even the air of his words reaching your untouched clit makes you whine.
he laughs slightly at you before finally attaching his lips on your clit. he licks down up to your sensite muscle, making the pleasure start to build on your lower belly.
your thighs start hurting and push your self up out of reflex, and you have no time to process because once you're not on him, he grunts frustrated, pushing your center back to him.
he lets his tongue flat on your clit, his hands going to your ass, putting some force on it encouraging you to grind on his tongue, and you do. once you feel it again, you moan from the back of your throat.
he palms your ass cheeks, pushing them apart to open more space, so as you grind down, his tongue is able to fuck your entrance.
"oh fuck, jeonghan" you moan his name, sweat gathering in your forehead from the pleasure.
he presses a bit harder as he reaches your clit again, sucking the flesh. your eyes roll back as he moans on you, feeling you throbbing.
"are you ok, pretty?" both of you breathing fast as he makes sure you're fine.
"i need to cum, hannie, please" you whine.
"oncoming" he says before getting his mouth on your core again, focusing on your clit now, he licks and suck it nonstop.
you cant help arching your back, your head thrown back and eyes closed "feels so good" you say and he hums in approval. the vibration hitting you good. he's sucking for a bit longer and that's enough for you to hit your high.
he keeps riding you off as you moan nonstop. once you feel weak, you throw yourself to his side. all sweaty, you rest with your eyes closed.
you open your eyes in a hurry feeling the silence. when you look at him beside you, all you see is his eyes closed as well, your juices smeared all over his nose, chin and lips, with a little grin on it
"jeonghannie?" you say worried shaking his arm to catch his attention.
"fuck, yn, you're so perfect" he replies, opening his eyes now to look at you. a little wet spot on his panties that you just see now.
all you can do is smile widely. the view is perfect, his hair messy and eyes small like he had drunk the whole night, but it was just you and his love for eating you out. you feel all hot again and you'll need to give him some more.
#yn#seventeen#seventeen fanfic#svt fanfic#svt smut#svt ff#svt scenarios#svt jeonghan#jeonghan scenarios#jeonghan smut#jeonghan
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BLUE LOCK YANDERE : mikage reo
⚠︎ : dark content ahead ! obsessed!reo, noncon/dubcon, hints of kidnapping, drugging, fingering, reo is an absolute creep in this one, lmk if i missed anything, minors do not interact.
reo loves you most like this.
docile and putty in his arms.
well... he knows it's because it had been 9 months since you've touched, conversed or seen any other people besides him. but this thought lies trivial in his head because reo had already made himself believe that it's certainly not the case.
his pretty doll... you're here because you want to, right? you're here staying with him in his impractical, grandiose manor an hour and a half away from the city because you love him, yes? you love him. and nothing could change that irrefutable fact.
not even when there are certain days where you would stare at him, dark glaring eyes and frowning face as if telling him without needing to open your mouth that you disgust me and i fucking hate you as you're sat on your side of the bed, chained to the ceiling of the room while he slips on his training gear. not even when you would utter the words that you knew reo loathed, especially coming from the same mouth who blabbered incoherent proclamations of your love for him when you're all dopeyㅡall because of a special drug concocted just for him to use on you, something that his multi-million dollar name can provide and can hide from the public just like how his name managed to manipulate the case of your disappearance.
so when you take your own initiative to seek for him and his comfort, reo takes more than what you're offering. it's because it's rare. it happens once in a blue moon and who's to predict when this'll happen again? right? right.
so when you start pushing his hands away from wandering underneath your (his) shirt, his cold fingertips dragging against your skin until they're fiddling with the hem of your cotton panties, he's ignoring your pleas of stopping. your voice is nothing but a soothing melody that reaches his ears, warms his heart and sends a bolt of shock that makes the length in between his legs throb with want.
reo ignores the way your tears cascaded beautifully on your cheeks and although he takes more than a necessary second to watch your crying face, he dips a finger inside your panties with comforting words that weren't at all comforting.
you continue to writhe against his hold but to no avail, you were still too weak from the events that took place not even a full 24-hour ago and instead continue to voice out your pleas for him to stop.
reo doesn't stop of course. you're in no place to tell him what to do. he loves you, very much so but he will never take your word for anything except when you're trying to convince yourself (and him) that you love him.
he traces the sheer arousal that coated your pussy lips, planting soft kisses on the side of your head before he finally slips a finger in, expertly maneuvering his digit to the spot that had you moaning and finally temporarily ceasing your annoying cries for him to stop.
thank fuck that you did. reo really doesn't want to resort in plastering your lips with duck tape again because he loves to shove his tongue inside your mouth while he's fucking you. he also loves hearing you whine and moan for him but he can't exactly do those things when you've got your lips sealed right?
reo makes a quick work of easing down his own shorts with one hand, slipping it off from his ankles and letting the fabric fall down the bed while he's busy finger-fucking you.
he traces the outline of your breast through your shirt, palming your chest before he's pinching and rolling your hardened nipple in between his fingers.
“god... so fucking pretty...” he groans in your ears, rubbing his dick against the skin of your plump ass. he licks the tears that fell down from your eyes, moaning at the salty taste as you gasp and trash in his hold, mouth pleading for him to go fasterㅡstop, please but you're very much evidently grinding against the flat of his palm, rubbing your engorged clit against the rough skin.
reo chuckles darkly, raising your shirt up and bunching it in his palms before he's shoving it in your mouth. he cups your bare breast with his free hand, continuously pumping his finger in and out of your cunny before he’s pushing two more fingers in, one that had you sobbing.
“reo please... i need itㅡplease..” you babble incoherently. gone completely was your cry of asking him to stop, oh so sweetly whining his name and pleading with him while you're busy grounding yourself against his hand.
he gives your temple another kiss, eyes glazed over as he watches his fingers covered in your slick disappear in your pussy.
“yeah?” reo challenges, other hand tweaking your pebbled nipples. “gonna let me take of ya, my pretty baby?”
when you nod your head erratically, he knows the newest version of the drug in your system was more than a success and was more than efficient enough to hold its effects. he'll just have to observe the longevity of this one, then he'll be back into slipping one of the same pills in your drink and watch as you tether between your morals or succumbing to him completely. you'll come around, and it won't be for far too long.
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— I will always come to your aid (AFAB!Reader)
AMAB!Reader has also been posted!
including: Jing Yuan
cw: !!NSFW!!, afab!reader, grammar and spelling errors possible, pwp but barely, hinted that reader has a s1ze k1nk, f1ng3r1ng, reader is a little sarcastic, still spreading my Jing Yuan is a Bastard (affectionate) agenda, masturbat1on, getting caught masturbat1ng, d1rty talk, cum eat1ng, no use of y/n, reader can be interpreted as the trailblazer but they are NOT stelle/caelus, safe sane and consensual
w/c: 2k
a/n: people liked strip starchess so much so here is another one of my brainrots... i dont usually like this troupe that much but i find myself excusing anything and everything for jing yuan so here we are. for my male reader likers i got u, its being posted right after this so you guys can enjoy too :3. also just remember that this is NOT stelle/caelus, its the you haha, i dont like shipping the raccoons with anyone as a personal pref so im just making that clear :3. anyways same warning as last time this is like my third time writing smut and also english isnty my first language. enjoy!!
The crisis on the Xianzhou Luofu was mostly over.
Which meant you had to leave the man you had fallen head over heels in love with.
Well— love may be an exaggeration but you weren't fucking around when it came to him.
Jing Yuan.
Your eyes had been hooked onto him the second you two met, his pleasant smile, his calm demeanor, his body—fuck, everything about him enamored you.
You could only wish that there was some other universe where he reciprocated your feelings.
You departed with a respectful nod of the head, despite wanting to smoosh your face between his pecs and cry about never getting to see them again.
The only hope that you did have though, was the jade abacus he had gifted you and your companions.
“No matter how astronomically distant you are, The Luofu Cloud Knights will always come to the aid of the Crew, whatever your need may be.”
Of course, his next sentence was to not use it for trivial matters when he saw March’s reaction, much to your amusement.
There was a discussion on who should keep the jade abacus, March being ruled out first much to her annoyance.
It landed between you and Dan Heng and given his history with the Xianzhou Luofu, he handed it to you.
That's how you ended up here, standing in front of your locked door with the abacus in your hand.
What if you grip it— You need to rinse your brain with cold water at this point…
You flopped onto bed, letting the exhaustion of the day seep into your bones as the plush blanket and pillows surrounded you.
You threw the abacus to your side, you'll take care of it later, not like you're gonna need it right now anyway.
Your mind flooded with images of Jing Yuan, his voice and everything you had been through together.
Fuck.
Your hand drifted towards your pussy, already feeling some wetness gathering at the thought of what you were about to do.
— Touch yourself to the thought of the General of the Cloud Knights on the Xianzhou Luofu, one of the most powerful beings to ever exist in history.
You shook your doubts away, he's just Jing Yuan to you.
You took off your shorts in record speed, tossing your panties along with it.
You never really touched yourself that often so you tried to imagine your hand being his instead.
You rubbed your clit, gasping at the cold touch of your fingers on the warm flesh.
How would he touch you?
He'd take his time, surely. He's not one to rush things— He'd work you open slowly for his cock—fuck, you're sure it's in proportion with how goddamn large his body is.
You moaned as you inserted two fingers inside you. You wanted to imagine Jing Yuan doing it, really, But, you also wanted an orgasm quickly so you can sleep. So, you just decided to go with imagining his voice talking to you.
You pistoned your fingers in and out, curling them at the spot only you could reach with your much smaller hands.
It was too intense, the thought of his deep voice guiding you through was enough to get your orgasm to graze along the edges of your belly slowly, building up to be a strong one.
You grabbed the blanket next to you, gripping it tightly as you whispered Jing Yuan's name and continued thrusting your fingers inside you.
You swear the normal part of your brain recognised you gripping an object while gripping the blanket as well but you were genuinely too out of it to care in the slightest.
You're just about to orgasm when everything in your room rattles, as if there's an earthquake.
Which should be impossible considering you are literally on a massive train that travels through space.
You let go of the blanket and sit up in shock, looking around to see what happened.
…With your fingers still inside you.
“Followers of the Nameless, I am here to assist you, tell me about the situ— Oh.”
You blinked.
Jing Yuan blinked.
Oh. Fuck.
You scrambled, ripping your fingers out and slapping your lower half with a pillow.
“J-Jing Yuan I-”
You gulped, trying to calm your racing heart, you just got caught masturbating by your crush.
Life is going great.
Your cheeks and ears were beet red now, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to say something, anything to get you out of this situation.
Jing Yuan was just as surprised, if not astonished, by the scene that had unfolded in front of him.
He was finishing up some paperwork that Lady Fu had so kindly delivered to him in the Alchemy Commission when suddenly, the jade abacus he had clipped to his belt loop started vibrating.
Not one to panic, he quickly unhooked it and got it closer to his ear, so that he could hear what the Express were asking of.
What he didn't expect was to hear the voice of his crush, the one that he has acquired after decades of not entertaining any romantic relationships, whispering and calling out his name.
Okay, maybe now he should panic.
Without a second thought, Jing Yuan summoned his weapon and gripped the jade abacus back, signaling it to teleport him to your location.
Paperwork be damned he would rather lose a hundred years of his life if it mean you would be safe.
That landed him here, in front of a half-naked (and very surprised) you.
He dissolved his weapon into thin air and folded his arms against his chest.
“Well, this is a surprise.”
“Wow, you don't say.”
Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow at your tone.
“S-sorry, I don't know how you got here.”
An interesting turn of events.
“... Did you not call for me?”
“No, Why would I? Even if I did, how did you just…magically appear here?”
“Oh, dear.”
“What?”
“The jade abacus. I think you… I think you gripped it while you were…busy.”
He looked into your eyes and back down at the pillow that was barely covering your lower half.
“The jade aba—”
You cut yourself off, turning to your side to where you had thrown it, only to find the wretched object to be in the center of your crumpled blanket.
“Fuck.”
“Jing Yuan— I am so, so , so, sorry, I swear this was an honest mistake and I'll—”
Jing Yuan cut you off with the raise of his hand.
“I forgive you.”
“Really? Great let me j—”
“On one condition.”
Of course there’s a catch.
You sighed begrudgingly.
“What do you need help with?”
“Quite the opposite, actually.”
Your eyes widened but before you could let out your protests, Jing Yuan spoke up again.
“You let me help you finish.”
The gall of this man.You’re still going to take the chance that he doesn’t know what you were doing.
“Finish what?”
You tried to sound innocent but your voice came out breathier than you wanted it to be.
“Dont play coy now, you know exactly what I mean.”
Your face burnt in embarrassment as you looked away.
Jing Yuan dragged your desk chair and got it to the front of your bed before sitting down and making himself comfortable, propping one leg on the other and leaning back.
“Go on, show me exactly what you were doing before I got here,hm?”
“I can’t.”
Jing Yuan paused, shit, had he misread the situation? Maybe he should—
“I can’t do it without you.”
You had covered your red face at this point, way too embarrassed to look him in the eye while speaking.
Jing Yuan just about lost it at that, abandoning all doubt and pouncing on you, grabbing your face to take you in a devouring kiss.
He threw the pillow covering your bottom half in a random direction, quickly pecking you on the cheeks before pulling your hand over his.
“Guide me.”
You nodded shyly and pushed his hand towards your dripping pussy again.
Fuck. His hands were just the way you imagined them.
Warm and big, enough to hold your own two hands.
His hand (under your guidance and insistence) cupped your pussy and grinded the heel of his palm into your sensitive clit.
“I’ve barely touched you, were you this wet while we were talking,hm? Did it turn you on to have me catch you in such an embarrassing state?”
Jing Yuan whispered in your ear as he hovered over you and you thanked every aeon known for this opportunity because fuck, your imagination did not do any justice to how good the general was.
Jing Yuan dipped the tip of his finger in your core, not entering but adding just enough stimulation for you to feel something there.
“Answer me.”
“No, I swear I didn’t, Jing Yuan, please—”
Jing Yuan smiled, he didn’t know you would be this easy to subdue.
He gently thrusted his finger inside, watching your face for any discomfort or resistance.
But, he was only met with your blissed out face, as you gasped in pleasure from his ministartions.
“Were you able to reach here?” He curled his finger upwards, hitting your sensitive spot just right.
You threw your hand over your mouth, pinching your mouth shut and praying, once again, to all the aeons you knew that the other passengers on the Express were dead asleep and couldn’t hear you. Granted, your room was the last in the carriage and had a decent amount of sound proofing but, you were still not risking it.
Your snapped out of your worries when Jing Yuan pushed in another finger alongside the one that was already in you.
“It looks like you’re getting distracted, maybe I’m not doing my job well enough?”
“N—Fuck, Its good, I’m sorry—Shit—”
Jing yuan simply kissed your head affectionately like he wasnt fingering you to hell and back right now and picked up the pace of his fingers.
Your hand was just gripping his wrist and you werent sure if it was to egg him to continue or get him to slow down and stop.
Maybe both.
Your head rolled back on the bed, exposing your bare neck to Jing Yuan as he immediately took the opportunity to cover your neck in kisses, Aeons be dammed. There's no way hes letting you walk out of this room unmarked and not carrying any proof of the evening you spent with him.
You gasped as your orgasm finally, finally overtook you. You shook in the general’s grasp as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out, drawing out the pleasure.
Taking his soaked fingers out, he popped them in his mouth, savouring the taste while you recovered from the intense bout of sensations you just went through.
You propped yourself up on your elbows again, looking at Jing Yuan owlishly as your head cleared from the horniness.
Jing Yuan only smiled at you before holding your head and kissing your forehead again before gathering you in his arms.
“Call me old fashioned or old but I do believe in the proper process of courting someone and,”
He looked into your eyes as he cupped your face in one palm and brushed the thumb along the seam of your chin.
“I think we skipped a few steps.”
“Yeah, no shit, general.”
He laughed at that, his chest shaking as the deep sound rumbled from his throat, you blushed again.
You were in the arms of the man you’ve wanted to kiss since you stepped foot on the Xianzhou ship.
You covered your burning face with your palms again as Jing Yuan’s laughter died down into little chuckles.
“We did all of that and youre getting shy now?”
“Shut up. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”
“Wanted what? To get fingered by me?”
“No! — I mean that too, I guess, but I meant being held by you! Stop playing games, Jing Yuan.”
Jing Yuan only laughed as he took his free hand and grabbed your hands, turning them towards him one after the other and kissing the palm.
“I jest, I jest. But, I must stay here for the night. I’m afraid I cant travel back to the Xianzhou Luofu seeing as we aren’t closeby.”
You smiled.
Jing Yuan’s eyes twinkled in mischief right back at you.
“Be my guest.”
#jing yuan#jing yuan x reader#honkai star rail smut#honkai star rail x reader#jing yuan smut#jing yuan x you#afab reader
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hawks, aizawa, endeavor x fem!reader
>> a/n: Finally - jealous ex’s pt. 2, prohero edition. This one ventures into the daddy or dom/sub territory, so be aware. Definitely self-indulgent on my part. I went a little different for some of these! I’ve got a few more lined up as well for those of you who requested some~ enjoy!
>> warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), dub-con/non-con elements!, reader is wearing a dress/skirt and heels, public spaces, phone sex, dirty talk, vulgar!!, rough, masturbation, voice kink, use of kitten as pet name, endeavor x coworker, slight size kink, manhandling, a BIT of yandere/baby trapping at the end because I’m going to hell
Hawks/Keigo:
Hawks’ problem is flirting - and he knows it.
But that does not mean he is okay with you flirting around - no, he is far from okay with that
It doesn’t take him long before he realizes you’re seeing other people - he swears you’re doing it just to bother him but he would never let anyone see it works
But that was a mistake. You’re his baby bird, his little chickadee, and who do they think they are coming after his territory, his prize?
He’d claimed you in his heart the moment he saw you and there was no going back now
At first he tries to win you back over with his usual tactics - flirty texts, flowers, little gifts on your doorstep hand-delivered with a crimson feather perched on top
He leaves you messages promising affection and candlelight dinners, all his attention
But when that doesn’t work he decides maybe he needs to really show you how he feels - you’re so special, after all, he should put in more effort, right??
One day he corners you on your walk home, having just noticed you on his patrol (he was totally NOT following you)
He swoops in and begs, whines about how you’ve been ignoring him and he just wants you to hear him out
Blocks you in with his wings, cornering any method for escape as he promises you’re all he’s thought about for days, weeks
“I’d give anything to feel you again, baby bird,” he begs to you, whispering in your ear as he noses your throat, running his hands down your sides
He slides up your dress and begs to put in just the tip as he grabs at your thighs
He lifts you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his hips and promises no one will know, not with his wings around you and his hand pressed to your mouth
When you give in he praises you so well, murmuring “that’s my girl,” and “you’re taking me so well.”
Takes what he wants easily, pounding your pussy before soothing the marks he leaves with little kisses, knowing you’ll never be satisfied with another person with the way he leaves you whimpering
Eraserhead/Aizawa:
Pfft, Aizawa is totally above being bothered by something so trivial
Or so he has told himself a million times now, usually at night as he lies awake thinking about you
He’s now seen you a handful of times with this other guy
Despite not admitting his deep disappointment to himself, he still does everything in his power to find out who this person is
He sulks a little, quietly, one might even say he’s brooding - until Nemuri and Hizashi tell him he’s gotta do something about his pouting
He is literally sleeping less somehow and they’re the ones taking the brunt of this behavior
When he decides to get up the nerve and call you he chickens out! As a result he develops.. a habit
Every night now he strokes himself to the thought of you, slowly getting more and more frustrated at the fact that its not you taking his load on your tongue or inside
Some nights he would scroll through your socials or touch himself to pictures of you
He knows its probably wrong but.. he can’t help thinking about you, especially after you’ve been flaunting yourself all over the place with your new beau, and he hated that
He knows he’s the only one that can satisfy you anyway - or understand your particular needs
Finally, on a particularly rough weeknight, Aizawa calls you late at night, thinking you won’t pick up. He intends to leave a voicemail, (really!) but is shocked when you answer
Instead, your groggy voice picks up and he is immediately affected by it
You ask what he wants - is he okay? It’s so late - but you hear on the other end of the line a low groan and you faintly realize he’s stroking his cock to the sound of your voice
“You’ve been so bad, little one” he growls, stroking his cock with more intensity
He relishes in the gasp that leaves your lips and begs you to keep talking
He tells you just how much he’s missed you, and exactly how he intends to mark you all over and leave you aching for him the way you’ve left him waiting this whole time
He wants to punish you for making him jealous and you can’t lie - you love it
“Going to fill you up so good, love. He doesn’t even compare, does he?”
By the time he’s done you’re soaked and Aizawa is at your front door, promising that neither of you will be getting any sleep
Endeavor/Enji:
First of all - another ex for endeavor? You’re crushing his heart (I know, I’m a softie)
He swore he would never allow another person to leave because they were unhappy
When you said you needed a break his heart plummeted right into his stomach
He did his best to keep it together - he tried to convince you to work it out at first, reaching out over the phone or leaving messages and flowers at your desk to no avail
But rejection was beginning to sting
He tried, he really tried to do it the right way and respect your wishes but he started to see you on patrol with other people and that just wasn’t going to work for him
He was trying to do better, be better but things like this just tested his patience.. How could you not see that you’d broken him completely?
Well - perhaps being forward would be just what you needed to get it through your pretty little head that you were either his or no one’s
He calls you into his office one day during lunch to discuss some paperwork
He confronts you - telling you its been so hard to see you walk around the office in those heels, in those skirts, and then going off with someone else
He crowds you against his desk and rips open your tights, sliding up your tight little pencil skirt before lifting you onto the desk and taking you right there
His hands are calloused and everything about him is heavy and large and he uses this to his advantage
He holds your face in his with rough hands, kissing you hard as he brutalizes your cunt, the desk giving him the perfect leverage to hit right there
He secretly wants to see you cry on his cock and makes it a mission to have you thoroughly ruined before the hour is up
Not much of a talker but definitely whispers how sweet and perfect you’re being for him, and how he’s “not going to let you slip away” so easily
As he sits you on his lap he definitely considers using his thick fingers to push his seed right back inside as he watches it drip out, thinking about how he could keep you by his side forever...
#my hero academia smut#my hero academia fic#my hero academia drabble#shoto aizawa#eraserhead#aizawa#aizawa x reader#aizawa x y/n#hawks smut#boku no hero academia hawks#hawks#hawks x reader#takami keigo#endeavor mha#endeavor x y/n#endeavor x reader#enji todoroki#enji todoroki x reader#boku no hero fic#kiriskali
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Friction
Hiromi Higuruma
also posted on AO3! :)
fem reader, thigh riding/dry humping, pet names, praise kink
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Sounds of the maroon couch creaking in the living room drown out the volume of the true crime video playing. It was uploaded from your subscriptions a few hours earlier and you were waiting to watch it with Higuruma once he got home.
He gives you a good life, one where you don't have to worry about anything as trivial as working. The only thing you need to worry about is doing whatever makes your little heart happy, though you aren’t ashamed to admit most of that involves making Higuruma happy. In that way it’s completely symbiotic, you find joy in cooking, cleaning, looking good for and just pleasing him. And how could he not be zealous when he sees that adorable smile on your face after he expresses his gratitude for you.
Alas, being able to take care of you of course means he has to work. It was a drag before, dealing with the conventionality of working to submit to an endless cycle of soul sucking capitalism, but with the light in his life that you are, there really is a rhyme and reason for it all. Who would have known! How else can he receive your sticky lip gloss kisses and caress your body in the finest fabrics available? Motivation was always just a construct for him, but it now has a physical manifestation with you in his life.
Even if that means the occasional late night at the office when he should already be home with his cock that’s hardened to its limit plunged deep inside you, filling you to the absolute brim while your knees are pressed against your chest.
“Needy tonight, aren’t you?” Higuruma mumbles as his hand runs down your back, fingers tapping delicately against the ridges of your spine. The baby blue bralette you're wearing gives his hands full range to graze your skin, soft like a cloud under his touch.
The contrast always drives him a little crazy, his rugged hands roaming over any part of you he can get. Like when he warms your favorite honey scented lotion in the palms of his hands to massage into your skin. You'd always joke with him, telling him if he rubbed his hands together too fast he may start a fire, teasing that the two of you could never go camping because Smokey Bear would not be impressed with the lack of regard for the trees. He’d always laugh it off, telling you that these were the hands of a hardworking man as he kneaded the lotion into your skin with care while soft whimpers leave your lips and you breathlessly say, 'feels s'good'.
A breathless whimper much like the one that's being muffled into his neck right now as you inhale the rich eucalyptus scent of his cologne along with the natural musk of his skin that always makes your stomach flip as your arms wrap more tightly around him. “Go on angel, make your pussy feel good,” he encourages, deep baritone shaking you to your core. “I know you can do it. Already doing so well, want you to make a mess all over me.”
His words only make another whimper fall from your lips as you continue grinding against the firm muscle of his thigh, chest pressed closely against his own as you work your way up to your orgasm.
“God, I know that feels good.” His cock is achingly hard, throbbing every time your hips move forward and create more wet spots against the material of his slacks, but he can’t bring himself to stop you. How can he with the sounds that you’re making, the ones he knows you make when you’re in too much bliss to even speak. He glances down at his swollen length pressing against the zipper of his pants, watching it jump as your hips drag against the musculature of his thigh once more, movement a little less controlled this time. Every breathy pant of yours against his neck only makes his cock throb harder, and his free hand begins to rub himself, hissing as he does. “Keep using me, angel. Fuck, you always make me so fucking hard. Make yourself come, I need to hear you.”
He didn’t expect to be ambushed by you when he arrived home, but that was always welcome. He was a bit tired, a feeling not unnatural when a majority of his days were spent in an office surrounded by people he didn’t want to be around—especially when he was there longer than he needed to be, but coming home to you always made the days worth it.
So when you pulled him on the couch wearing nothing but that cute little bralette and strips of fabric that are somehow classified as underwear (who is he kidding though, he loves seeing your cheeks on full display any chance he gets), telling him how much you missed him today and you needed him, of course he was going to soothe you anyway you wanted.
He didn’t think his thigh was what you wanted, but who is he to say no to you? He’s used to your greed for his cock, your desire for him to be balls deep and kissing the tip of your cervix, but perhaps your insatiability has reached a new height. He was expecting for you to reach for his belt buckle once you comfortably straddled him, but raised an eyebrow you simply proceeded to hump his right thigh, rolling your hips forward. He’s more than delighted to make you come in any way possible though, that’s for sure.
“Might even finish just like this,” he murmurs, hypnotized by the movements of your hips. He can feel precome leaking from his slit as he watches your alternating movements, gyrations in small circles and rutting back and forth. “Come on angel, let me hear you, tell me how good this is making your little pussy feel.”
“R-really good,” you stumble out, voice muffled into his neck. “J-just s’good.” There isn’t a coherent thought in your brain as your hips continue their rhythm, lips brushing against the sensitive spot of his neck as one of your manicured hands thread through the raven hairs at his nape. He moans feeling your hot tongue against his pulse point, the vibration only making your panties flood more. His slacks are going to be absolutely ruined after this, but to say he cares would be like saying the sun does not rise and set every day.
“Fuck.” His hand moves down your back and lands on your hip, still letting you control the pace but squeezing at the flesh there. Touching you is just always so intoxicating, watching your skin mold under his touch. Meanwhile one of your hands unlatches from his neck and moves down the front plane of his body, stroking his defined chest, ghosting over the chest hairs exposed on the undone buttons. Your hands reach lower down, feeling the rigid heat of his erection. “Touch me, angel, touch me.”
Still chasing after your own orgasm as you rut against his thigh, forehead beginning to slick with sweat, you let your hand rub over his length, feeling it throb with every motion of your hips. “That’s all yours,” he grits out, hips bucking up slightly. “All this cock is for you, even if you rather use something else to get off right now,” he chuckles, though it’s a bit strained, his own arousal clouding his mind. “But you like that, huh? Using any part of me to make yourself come?”
It’s not even cock drunk you’re feeling. Is being thigh drunk a thing? Maybe someone should work on coining a term for that because you can’t even dignify him with an answer. You aren’t even sure what you murmur out in response, continuing to grind your hips against him, striving for the fruits of your wanton behavior. It just feels so good having a different kind of thickness between your thighs, dragging your wet folds along him in a way that’s just so primal. Testing out the different kinds of motion as your cunt pleads for more friction.
Only when he flexes his strong thigh, the motion deliciously stimulating your clit does a thought come to your brain.
It’s a selfish thought, one that makes your hand move from his cock and back around his neck, oh so close to having that knot that’s been forming in your belly become lax and unwind.
More, you need more.
“Do that again, ‘Romi,” you pant, rutting your hips again.
“Do what?” He knows exactly what he’s doing, flexing his thigh again as you will your hips to keep moving. “That, angel? That’s what you need from me?”
A pathetic whine is buried into his neck once more when your hips move more ferociously. The hand on your hip moves back up your spine, his palm firmly grabbing at the back of your neck. He’s met with your mouth agape, lids fluttering shut as your body is wracking with small tremors. “Look so pretty when you’re about to come for me,” he murmurs, eyes appraising the column of your neck as he lets his tongue lick a stripe from the base all the way up to your chin. “Look even prettier when you’re going to come on me,” he taunts, licking another lewd stripe against your neck, the taste of honeysuckle and passionfruit with the saltiness of your sweat making his cock throb again. “C’mon angel, know you’re so close, let go for me.
The steady movements of your hips are long forgotten as his greedy tongue continues to relish in the sweet and tangy taste of your skin. His message is clear, keep your head up. You tilt your head back slightly to give his tongue free reign as his hand moves back down to your hip, aiding your movements.
“Hi–ro–romi, fuck.”
“Don’t stop now,” he chides when your hips stop moving, simply to catch your breath from it all. His hand lands a smack on your ass, the sounding echoing throughout the apartment. “You’re already so close, don’t you want me to watch you come?”
“I-I do,” you stumble out in agreement.
This time he bounces his leg, the firmness of his muscled thigh pressing directly against your heat. It makes the mewl, the action sending a jolt up your spine as he does it again, a soft rumble of laughter leaving his lips. “Then you gotta keep going. Gonna feel so good when you come.”
His lips suck an angry red splotch into your neck as his hands squeeze at the flesh of your hips that are moving again. “Can’t believe you’re going to get off on my thigh.” His cock throbs again as he lets out a groan. “You can do it, be a good girl and let me hear you come, I know that pussy is ready to explode all over me.” And surely he knows this, all the tell tale signs on there; your pants, nails digging into his skin, legs tightening around his thigh.
“I know I’m hitting your little clit just right,” he says against your neck, this time being the one with a steady rhythm as he bounces his leg. “ Come all over me,” he encourages once more. His grip on your hip tightens as he continues to let his leg bounce.
“F-Fuck,” you whimper, arms turning into noodles as you bury your head back into his neck, chest rising and falling as your orgasm coats his slacks. It’s intense, his name and curses falling from your lips as your thighs twitch around his own, walls of your cunt fluttering.
He moves you back only slightly and the slight overstimulation makes you whine as he looks down at the drenched spot on his thigh. His fingers graze over the spot as he lets out a chuckle, his cock throbbing again at the sight. “Good fucking girl.” He inserts the finger into his mouth, the faint taste of your essence coating his taste buds. He nudges your lips apart, letting you taste yourself after, and he can’t help but smile feeling your tongue lapping around his digits. “Now let’s do it again on the other side, what do you say?”
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So it was brought to my attention that @showmey0urfangs made another blocklist that featured me (I was too busy doing hot boy shit yesterday to care) but I have some time on my hands so why not add more context to it. So this is a screenshot that I’m assuming loustatlovesloumand took of me and seeing as how fangs outright admitted that they talk about me and a few other people in DMs and discord servers I think it’s safe to assume that someone sent it to them via discord or dms which is like…a very cringe thing to admit to doing but anyways 💀💀💀 this is what I said to loustatlovesloumand
So I do want to outright say that I do not care that I said this. Was it mean? Yeah it was very mean but I don’t care. The context behind me saying this though was because I posted this (x)
Now the first time I’ve ever heard of loustatlovesloumand was on a post where someone said that they had to block them due to loustatlovesloumand constantly going after them under their posts. That blog is known to go after people in the fandom to the point of harrassmet and they hoped onto my post that had nothing to do with them solely to annoy me and be condescending which I have no patience for. Edit: loumandloveslestat used to be lestatslosteye and they were notorious back then for being aggressive for no reason. Like what did you expect me to do? Kiss them with tongue? If you’re looking for a fight with me then I’m just going to hit you. Sorry. Again I have 0 patience with people who I know are there to do nothing but bother me. Even after I told them kys they hoped on ANOTHER post of mine to start some more shit with me and I promptly blocked them. Like they’re still going on under other people’s posts and being weird so wtf are you crying about?? 💀💀💀
I honestly don’t hate you just because you seek attention from and kiss up to the white people around you, I also hate you because you genuinely think that you’re the bigger person in this situation. I can admit to being a bitch while you and your friends constantly have to say “nu uh!” and quickly put together a scrap book of random screenshots to make other people look bad even when they don’t deserve it. You will literally make up shit about a person to antagonize them and then bat your eyes as if you did nothing wrong and honestly that’s some pussy shit! Hey remember when you used Palestine to shut down a conversation about fandom racism just because a white user was talking about it then told me that I wasn’t oppressed as a black person in America ♥️
Like it’s crazy that you told me that I’m not oppressed and used a genocide to say that I have time to spend on trivial shit like discussing fandom racism when you’re still out here making fandom PSAs, blocklists and engaging in fandom drama. Insane. Crazy.
Yeah I’m never letting you live this moment down.
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NSFW Headcanons - Cloud Retainer
CW: Outdoor stuff, toys. Everything refers to Cloud Retainer's human form, of course.
Stop! Cut time.
Cloud Retainer never had anyone she loved in her lengthy life. Truth be told, before the war finding love (and dick) was not her topmost priority, but the desire was there. After the war… not so much anymore.
Perhaps it was the depression settling in, but her mind drifted away from this.
But she met you after all those years of loneliness. She found you alluring, and very enticing. Cloud Retainer didn't have anything against having sex, even if she wasn't that interested in it.
Even despite her lack of enthusiasm at first, the Adeptus came to quite like it. As she got more and more comfortable with you, her fondness only grew, until she fully opened herself up to you.
Your woman sees no point in dwelling on why she likes what she likes, if it's not really obvious. She likes to let things happen on their own.
Cloud Retainer likes it vanilla most of the time, at least when it comes to the sex - where you do it, however, is a completely different story.
She enjoys bending over for you while looking out from the top of mt. Aocang, especially if the sun just rises or dawns. She'll sigh in satisfaction, not only because the view is amazing… She's of the opinion that it's passion that makes sex great, and that there's no reason to hold off when both of you find yourselves in the mood, wherever it may be. A quiet corner is enough for a rough, fairly loud quickie. Mt. Aocang is hers, after all.
But most often it will be her Abode where most of the fucking will take place. It's quiet, picturesque, private and completely soundproof. She can also model it to fit her liking - from a romantic, slow dicking high in the clouds to a rough, merciless fucking on the beach - you'll have all sorts of adventures within her realm.
She will get very snappy if someone will dare to enter her Abode with one of their trivial worries. On her mind is the big cock she's handling, not some moral inquiries of the mortals.
She likes all sorts of paces for all sorts of occasions. Cloud Retainer prefers pussy over ass and throat, and it comes down to just her personal preference. Her gag reflex is not that good, but she doesn't see a reason to change that. She still enjoys some anal fairly regularly, though.
Despite not receiving any stimulation from it herself, Cloud Retainer enjoys giving you titfucks with her wonderful, medium sized breasts.
The glasses stay on. How is she still looking so elegant with cum dripping out of her pussy and your shaft inside her mouth? The ways of the Adepti, that's why.
Just don't pull the hair, it takes her an hour to get it in order every day, and she'd rather be riding you than sitting in front of a mirror.
A switch with all her soul. Being able to freely switch between being dominant and submissive makes it so she can enjoy a very broad range of pleasures.
She is the "Adeptus Mechanicus", so of course she's going to make machines to enhance your play. Most of them will be her own renditions of mortal sex toys - very small vibrating bullets with nearly endless battery, and the ability to be pulled out of whatever hole they go into with your telekinesis skills. Or fleshlights designed meticulously to resemble her slit, not only with automatic lubrication, but also with the warmth, feel and smell.
Cloud Retainer loves to take pictures of what you're doing for later viewing, or perhaps just to see herself serving you with her body, or enjoying yours. She likes big standing mirrors for the same reason.
Sometimes when the other Adepti, or Morax, ask her about her day, or why she has bruises and hickeys all over herself, she'll talk about what you two were up to as if it was something completely normal to bring up in conversation. For that reason, it's good to keep an eye on her during social meetings.
Thanks for reading!
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CAN OF MONSTER ENERGY - C'MON BUDDY, CRACK MY TOP OPEN AND POUR THAT SWEET, SWEET NECTAR OF THE GODS INTO YOUR GULLET, YOU KNOW YOU WANNA!
PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Trivial: Success] You spot the can of Monster Energy branded energy drink in front of you, it appears to be the original flavor, bearing a tall, black can, with a green logo on its front. The can has some condensation collected onto it, implying it's quite cold, perhaps straight out of the refrigerator overnight no less. The shimmer of the condensation is rather quite attractive, enticing you for a drink.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] Come on, you know well you want to indulge in the can, crack it open, meet the cold aluminum to your lips, and chug like the king you are. You could never live without this in your life. Feel the divine nectar fill you and satiate your urges already.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] Although the caffeine content and amount of sugar varies from flavor to flavor, you recall the original flavor contains 160mg of caffeine, and 54g of sugar.
LOGIC [Medium: Success] The average cup of coffee contains about 95mg of caffeine, drinking the can in full would be the rough equivalent of a little more than one and a half cups of coffee. With how much sugar there is, a crash would be inevitable.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Challenging: Success] A typical 12-ounce can of soda contains 29.4 to 42 grams of sugar, which is quite a lot already.
LOGIC [Easy: Success] That's rather quite *above* average for other drinks, it doesn't take a genius to know this isn't the healthiest choice, especially for yourself, let alone *anyone*.
VOLITION [Medium: Success] We don't need to drink the god forsaken Monster, let's just move on and put it back.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] Are you this much of a pussy to be scared of a damned drink? Grab the can and rip into it, feel it coursing through your veins, feel the rush of life within you. Drink it already, it's just getting warmer and less refreshing the more you leave it out.
HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Trivial: Success] You reach out for the can and grab it, with a relatively firm grip to make sure it doesn't slip and fall out of your hands, not much of a challenge at all. You then leverage a finger under the tab, lifting it up, opening the can.
PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Easy: Success] As the can opens, you hear the distinct crack of the can and the fizz of the carbonation bubbling out of the drink.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] There we go, now drink that shit all in. Taste it. Feel it. Chug like a king.
PERCEPTION (TOUCH) [Trivial: Success] As you lift the can to your lips, you feel the cold pinch of the aluminum can, and as it makes contact with your lips, it only feels colder still. You feel the cold liquid enter your mouth, the carbonation and flavoring of the liquid stinging your lips, tongue, mouth, and throat.
PERCEPTION (TASTE) [Challenging: Success] The taste of the liquid quickly fills your mouth. The flavor is rather...interesting. Rather quite overwhelmingly sweet, with salty, acidic, perhaps slightly bitter in some senses as a complimenting palette of taste. The indescribable flavor is the only thing you can notice. To some, the taste is like sweet ambrosia from the gods, to others, it's rather foul and unappealing, making them question why anyone would willingly indulge in something that both looks and almost tastes like battery acid.
CAN OF MONSTER ENERGY - KEEP DRINKING ME ALL UP BABY, YEAH, YOU FUCKING KNOW YOU LOVE IT, YOU'LL KEEP COMING BACK TO ME AFTER THIS!
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Challenging: Success] Fuck. Yes. Keep going, the can's speaking to you. Swallow it all, keep chugging, feel the life surge through you.
VOLITION [Formidable: Failure] This is honestly rather horrid, why did you drink this? I can't really stop you now.
ENDURANCE [Challenging: Success] Keep drinking, pussy. You've gotten in it now, don't stop until you finish. We started this, now we're going to finish it.
PAIN THRESHOLD [Legendary: Success] The drink burns deep within you. Fiery, acidic burn. Feel it, hardness its power, you *know* it feels good.
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Easy: Success] Within your stomach, it's like the pits of hell have opened up, bellowing within you, only feeding the fires more oxygen, burning hotter and brighter than ever.
ENDURANCE [Heroic: Success] There we go, finally finished the can, feel the power run through you, you're a fucking god.
INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] This won't end well, if anything's for certain.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Formidable: Success] You need to crush the can against your forehead, show it who's boss, show off the power within you.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Challenging: Success] It's quite a large can, besides, cans are designed to withstand several atmospheres of pressure, your forehead is not.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Challenging: Success] You grip the can from the bottom, and proceed to crush it against your forehead easily. That felt good.
PAIN THRESHOLD [Medium: Success] Although the can stings a little against your head, you brush it off with ease, there's no blood after all. You're a fucking god.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Godly: Success] There we go, feel the surge of power within you, you're unstoppable now. You can do anything.
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