TAGS. MDNI. NSFW CONTENT. unprotected intercourse. dirty talk. nicknames. consensual filming. voyerism. slight dacryphila in Rafs. size kink(?). kinda brattamer!rafayel. overstim. a likkle bit of ass eatin in calebs hihi. caleb is fucking naaaaasty. cunnilingus. cum eatin. throat fuckin. caleb lwk forces u to swallow. slight voyerism. slight exhibitonism in Sy's. sliiiight dumbification and humiliation in Sy's. ass slapping in Sy's. Sylus is hella mean I'm sorry. Sylus u attention hungry whoreee!
A/N; Day one is here yayyyy!! THIS has been on my mind for sooo long, I just had to write it or I would've gone insaneeee. Can u guess which accounts/comments belong to which guy?? There is only one acc for each LI, the others r rando comments hihi^^ Also, each fic is playing in a seperate universe(?). So no, mc's not homie hoppin today lmao. Enjoyyyy <33
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☆ Xavier ☆ 910k views ▶︎ 08:35min Girlfriend Climbs On Me While I'm Sleeping.ᐟ
The tripod's ready, blinking red and still standing where he left it for last nights stream, angled perfectly toward the bed.
The sunlight finally breaks through when your figure shifts, no longer blocking it from the bed. It spills golden across tangled sheets, catching in the lens of the recording device before warming over your bare shoulders. You plop back onto the mattress with a little bounce, heavy eyes darting toward the camera before sliding to him.
He's like an angel, hair splawed across the sheets in a light-blonde halo, mouth slightly agape with his light brows knitted, clearly dreaming about something.
Or someone.
It's evident in the way your boyfriend is sprawled flat on his back, head tilted slightly toward the camera's view, one arm crooked over his head like he passed out mid-reach, prominent bulge peeking from between his thighs, laying heavy.
The waistband of his sweatpants hangs loose, barely clinging to his hips. You crawl forward, slow enough for the mattress to hardly dip.
Your knees sinking into the sheets beside him, sly hands slide up his thighs delicately before hooking your fingers into the waistband easing it down.
His morning wood falls free, heavy and firm, damn near smacking against your plush thigh, pre already leaking before you even touch him.
Wrapping your hand around him, you gift him with slow strokes that thicken him in your grip, causing him to stir faintly, a hushed groan rumbling in his chest, but his eyes stay shut.
Your quick, vicious smirk towards the camera predicts your next move, already shifting forward to straddle his hips, holding the weeping cock by the base, dragging the head through your slick folds.
The mic catches those faint, filthy little schlick schlick schlicks that make your cunt twitch when his swollen tip drags against your entrance. Then one slow, steady push has you giving way, walls fluttering as you stretch inch by inch, carefully navigating through his rushed breath until your thighs meet his with an almost too loud wham, planted flush in his lap.
"Goshhh, you're so pretty like this, Xav'", you mutter more to yourself, but loud enough for the mic to catch it, and loud enough for him to twitch inside your snug cunny, the arm that was flung over his face groping it's way down to fondle your thigh subconciously.
It's a sight to see, indeed.
His cheeks flushed, tired breaths and hitches following once you start with lazy rolls of your hips, every sudden twitch of his making his tip press deeper against your sweet spot.
The lens catches the soft curve of your ass, the way your babyblue silk top rides up your waist, and the faint arch in your back.
"Baby…?"
His voice is groggy, confused, even. Light lashes fluttering open before his glazed eyes open just enough to spot your lip caged between your teeth, sneakily trying to surpress your moans.
"Mhhh, couldn't wait."
His lips curve into a lazy smirk. "H-hahhh, yeah, yeah," he murmurs, tilting his head toward the camera, lips curving into a lazy sneer, "I can tell."
His hands slide up your hips, breath catching, guiding your movements to rock harder against him, "Waking up with my pretty girl ontop of me like this," his eyes dip to where you're joined, then back to your hazy ones. "it's like heaven, you know?"
You roll your hips down harder, a breathy laugh slipping past your lips as you lean down, placing a peek to his ear before whispering, "Mhmm, knew you'd like it."
"Like it?" his voice rumbles low, rough from sleep. "Loooove it, angel." He's quick to sneak his hand to your thigh, giving it an encouraging squeeze, urging you to listen, voice damn near cracking, "Now turn around for me. P-please?"
You shift carefully, never daring to let him slip out until you're facing away from him, angle having you bouncing deeper, the slick stretch of every drop making your thighs quake.
He sighs loudly behind you, hands gripping the swell of your ass, kneading hard before landing a sharp smack! that makes you clasp rigid around him.
"Good girl."
Oh he's about to pump his load right into your stuffed cunny, getting high of the repeated clenches of your feisty walls, throwing one of his arms over his face to gain some composure, followed by a pathetic whine.
"F-fuckkkk, that's what I get to wake up to,"
And you know the words are not directed towards you because of his sudden possessive grip on both of your ass cheeks, and his harsh but sloppy thrusts up into you, kissing your womb awake, "only me."
Your breath stutters, thighs twitching and shivering, still bouncing despite the screaming ache in your calves. The loud smack smack smacking of your ass hitting his raw and already red thighs grows wetter with each squelching squirt from your pent up hole, spilling down his length before coating his lap in strings of slick that cling and break apart with every rise and fall of your restless hips.
You glance to the side from your shoulder, lips swollen and parted as sweat drips from your temple as your hips grind with more fierceness, eyes locking onto the little red light of the lens.
"Y-yessss, there you go. Gonna make a big mess, huh, angel? Gonna show them your pretty face while you cum?"
"M-mhmm! Gonna cum sooo good!"
It builds sharp in the darkest pit of your belly, each thrust adding weight to the flimsy thin string inside you, heat climbing, sparking higher. His fat cockhead drags and thuds against your g-spot relentlessly, battering your poor gummy walls until your vision sparks with stars.
Nails tear down his thighs, painting them in strings of fresh red as your head hangs slack.
A choked and raw cry jumps out of your throat as your cunt clamps down and gushes hard, squirting messy streams over his lap and onto the sheets below. Your orgasm is almost violent, so hard you can barely hear yourself over the obscene wet babbling mess of your lewd pussy milking him.
"Thaaat's it— fuckkk! Keep looking pretty for me," he growls, as his eyes snap and shot the camera a quick sly look. His hand stays gripping your face, angling it so every twitch of your mouth, every glazed roll of your eyes gets caught, burned into memory.
Your hips stutter, rhythm breaking into frantic bounces, wet slaps echoing as slick gushes down your thighs. "Ahh! H-hahhh! F-fuck!—right there, right there—!"
Your scream fractures, broken into sobbed moans as you go limp, fingers twitching against his milky thighs before falling back on of him, his arm now comfortably holding you in a light headlock.
His cock kicks inside you once, twice, and then he's beyond saving, thrusting deep, burying to the hilt with a last helpless sound as he spills hot and thick inside your pulsing cunt. He holds you down, grinding into the mess as he floods you full, refusing to let you lift off.
As if you could if you even tried.
Your body quivers, clenching greedily around him, milking every drop until the thumb thumb thumbing of his girth inside you has your toes curling.
His groan vibrates against your ear where you're tucked into his shoulder, still caught in the snug headlock he refuses to release.
Every tiny aftershock drags another shallow thrust from him, more rutting than fucking, really.
Your whimper earns a breathless chuckle, the sound scraping his throat as his lips brush the crown of your messy head. His free hand slips down to grip your waist, hauling you tighter against him until your overstretched walls can't hold it, his fresh load seeping out in a slow, messy trickle, sliding warm down between his thighs.
With a grin that's far too smug for the state he's in, he leans in close, voice dropping into a husky murmur that curls against your ear.
"Good morning, angel."
꩜sy_lust: She's so eager, jumping up and down like a little bunny. So adorable. Well, and there's... you.
꩜I_luvsleepybois: Chat, I can't stop gooning to this, am I cooked?
꩜deeznuts: This is how I wanna wake up ;( Lucky ass.
꩜DrCumInside: Just what I needed after a stressful shift. Her cute moans help me relax. Thanks for sharing ;).
☆ Zayne ☆ 960k views ▶︎ 4:15min My Hubby is so Sleep-Deprived and Desperate after Long Shifts.ᐟ
The couch dips under him as he props the camera, aiming low so only your bodies fill the frame. His chest glistens faintly with leftover sweat, sleeves rolled up, pants hanging loose over his hips. His face is out of view, tilted slightly down, hidden by shadows, barely showing of his chissled jawline and the frantic bobbing of his adams apple.
You shift on the cushions, squirming, quick to tug at your top. Chest heaving just as heavy as his, unbearable heat filling the space you two share as if you're in the sauna instead of the small comfort of your home. He growls low, half-lidded, breath heavy, and slides one sneaking hand to rest just against your pulse.
Before you can protest, he pulls you flush against him, lips smacking against yours in a desperate, hungry tangle of tongues.
Your sweet, impatient whimper only winds him tighter, making him shake with restraint, shoulders strain as his hand roams greedily, palming your tits through that silk negligée he gifted you on your last wedding anniversary, then sliding down to grab a fistful of your ass with a sharp smack! that makes you yelp into his mouth, cursing the God's above for those damned panties you're wearing.
"Can't wait," he whispers against your ear, already rutting against you, cock thick and heavy, grinding hard enough that you feel every hot, throbbing pulse of him through your soaked panties.
The fabric clings to you like a second skin from the heat and sweat covering you both, molding every curve of your pussy against the rigid length straining in his pants. Each drag of his hips smears your wetness across your panties, darkening until they're nearly transparent.
Maybe they already are.
His teeth graze your ear, the sharp nip making you jolt even as your hips instinctively press up against the grind of his cock. Hands sliding down your thigh to yank it higher, fingers digging into your bare thigh, trying to keep his composure.
"Honey! Quit teasing! W-wanna— ouhhhh!"
His lips trace your jaw now, teeth grazing down your throat, slightly exposing the bridge of his nose and the loose glasses ontop of it.
"Shhhh, darling." he growls, grinding deeper, harder, until the blunt outline of his cockhead presses right against your swollen clit. "Let me have you like this for now."
One hand clamps onto your waist, locking you in place, the other draaaags lower, rock rock rocking you against his cock in a lazy grind.
"I've been thinking about you alllll day," his thumb sneaks through, managing to brush your drenched folds through the ruined silk, gasping at the stickiness.
He tilts your chin toward his, hiding your face, camera only catching your plumb quivering lips caught between your teeth, "This gorgeous face,"
Your pussy's grinding wildly against his hand and the massive girth straining his boxers now, obscene hicups and gasps flying past your lips, eyes glassy and desperate. "And those sweet sounds of yours."
"My perfect, little darling wife." His grip tightens possesively, voice barely above a whisper against your ear, "Mine."
Arching against him, your nails claw at the couch, hips twitching and turning uncontrolably.
"You're close."
It's a statement because, let's be real, you couldn't fool him. Even through the barrier of fabric he can feel your puffy clit pulsating at his fingertips and your greedy hole clenching around nothing.
You tilt forward slightly, hair brushing the back of his neck, pressing yourself harder against his hard length. The grip on your waist is firm, keeping you flush to him as he hums and groans in delight, too tired for any more action than this, too tired to even bother to move and strip himself of his clothes.
Work's clearly been grinding him down, you can see it in the tension wound through his body and in the ragged edge to every breath. Because on any other day he'd—
Riiiiip!—
"Now that's better."
Oh.
Your breath stutters as cool air rushes over your freshly bared folds, your thighs snapping tight around his hips in reflex. Wide, glossy eyes search his, but Zayne's gaze is fixed lower, hooked to your glistening pussy.
Oh how badly he'd like to fuck you up right now.
His jaw flexes, teeth gritted, fighting for control he's already losing, evident in the firm grip of his veiny hands to your waist, blood thumb thumb thumbing through his veins in lightning speed.
Impatient, you grind your bare folds over his clothed girth once, twice, pussy slick and slicker, dirtying his boxers in your slick while he hums in content.
Whispers of your name tumble out of him, almost unintelligible, swallowed into your hair. The sound frays you further, pushes you to the edge until your own voice fills the room, whimpers breaking into high, helpless wails.
The wet, obscene shlick shlick shlick of your pussy grinding against the damp fabric of his boxers echoes between you, louder with every rut, every pulse of his cock threatening to break the barrier.
Then his swollen tip drags just right, snagging over your throbbing clit. That's when white heat snaps through you, a sharp, strangled shriek ripping from your throat as your body bows, pleasure tearing you apart. Your cunt clenches wildly against nothing and everything at once, thighs trembling, locking him in place as you cum messily against his cock.
"What a mess, honey." He grins, finger already hooking against his soaked boxers, "Well, you leave me no other choice, hm?"
He's quick with it, already tossing them somewhere aside before he grips the base, aligning his tip riiiiight at your clit, "My sweet wife always gets what she wants afterall."
"Mhmm! Wanna help my— oouhh!— m-my husband cool off."
That's all it takes for him to snap, wrecked growl tearing from his throat as his cock drags through your messy folds, fat tip catching at your entrance before swiftly splitting you open.
Your mind goes numb, body seizing, tummy tucking in tight with your thighs shaking as he pushes past resistance and slides in until the stretch has you screaming so loud it feels like it could shatter glass.
"T-then you— f-fuckkk!— better take it like a good little wife."
One brutal thrust and your back arches off the cousion, nails clawing trenches into the couch as slick sprays between you. The second retorts a loud smack! of his pelvis against yours clit, couch jerking under your weight.
And with the third he rams home, the obscene squelch! of your pussy echoing through the room over and over.
Your cries break into shrieks, so garbled and frantic, every nerve snapping into two as his fat cock saws in and out of your spurting cunny.
Twitching and thrashing you try to breathe, but only manage strangled moans while his girth robs your every breath.
He fucks you like a man possessed, all in it now, grinding in to the base, knocking bulls-eye to that gummy spot that has you gushing before yanking out and driving back hard, rutting you into the cushions over and over and over again, until—
"S-sweet fucking pussy. F-fuckkk!—"
Bzzzt— Krrrk!
꩜skyhavenspanker: Hot shit. Just came all over my screen. Show her face next time, please?
꩜ZaynesMessMaker: The sudden cut-off in the end?? Hello?!?! ABSOLUTE FUCKING CINEMA.
꩜AnonLoadDrop: If this is what marriage looks like, sign me up.
꩜sy_lust: You know better than to show ur face, probably unimaginably gorgeous. On the other hand, I'm glad I don't have to see your husbands face, helps me imagine myself in his place ;).
☆ Rafayel ☆ 997k views ▶︎ 07:55min Bratty Boyfriend Lets Me Ride Him In The Tub Until He Gets Mean.ᐟ
"Thereee she comes."
The warm water wraps around you as you straddle him in the tub, his angry red head teasing your entrance before you slide down sloooowly, lips caught between his teeth as he watches you, just like the camera does, proped on the edge, balanced so it catches your bodies, your faces, and, of course, the smolder in his eyes.
His hands sit comfortably at your hips, thumbs brushing over your sides. "Ohhh, I could eat you right up," he murmurs cockily through a smug grin, his chest pressing against yours, heartbeat thudding through the warmth.
"You're already a blabbering mess, Raf'. Is my pussy that good?"
Just then, his shameless moan rips through the bathroom, hips jerking up as your cunt swallows him deep, all the way to the base. Your lashes flutter, body almost like it's on fire, walls gripping him like they want to drag him inside the depths of your gummy tunnel.
"I know it is."
And it's killing him.
He leans back against the tub, grasping the camera steady with one hand while his other presses you closer, making sure every motion of your hips in rhythm with the swaying recoiling water is caught.
"Feeling bold today, h-hahh?"
"Mhm, now shut up and let me ride you properly."
"B-brat."
Him? Shut up? Oh, you got the wrong guy.
He's a mess already, thrusting lazily in response to your vicious hips and headlock grip of your cunny. Lips curl into a teasing grin, glancing right into the camera as he ruts his hips up into yours so meanly, your head falls into the crook of his neck.
Your back arches, pressing your chest against him, letting the water ripple around your bodies with every roll of your hips, clit grinding against his faint trail of hair causing your eyes to roll into the back of your skull.
Now his hand slide down to guide you, fingers digging lightly into your sides as he tilts the camera to keep both your faces in frame, focusing in on your lips parting in soft gasps, eyes hanging low with flushed cheeks, the slick sheen of water only adding detail to the pornographic scene.
" Naughty fuckin' girl," he teases, biting his lip before offering your ass a quick smack, spashing the water with it, "But I love it. Fucking love it when ya' act all high and mighty," His eyes lock on yours, with a hunger that could be seen as downright cannibalistic, ramming his mushroomy tip right up to knock 'hello' to your cervix, "Makes it more fun to put ya' in your place."
He nuzzles at your nipple, tongue flicking and circling while his hand slides from your ass up to your breast, squeezing and kneading, trying to milk every singular moan from your lips.
You shriek, caught off guard, hands flying up to slam into his glistening chest in tight fists, nails digging just enough to make him grunt, hips jerking against yours in response.
"W-wait! S' too much! Too much— hieeek!"
A strong arm locks around your hip, slamming you down with a force that's almost otherworldly, using you like some flimsy pocketpussy at this point.
Repeatedly his cock punches your gooey walls, abused g-spot damn near swelling from the endless strikes to it, your cunny clenching desperately around his hefty length with each brutal bounce, walls milking him greedily, loud splash splash splashing sounds of the water making you dizzy, body giving out as you fall onto your boyfriends chest.
His other hand stays steady on the camera, recording every obscene, slick motion and fuck, you hate how he still has the strength, the audacity, to laugh through it all.
"Oh puh-lease," he rasps a laughter, tongue swiping over his swollen lips, "don't give me that bullshit now."
He snaps his hips harder, cock dragging deep inside you, tears forming at your lashline before they drip down, salty liquid mixing into the shining, thrashing body of water below you.
Your body's betraying you, twitching and grinding, utterly consumed by the relentless pleasure he's driving into you.
Water splashes over the tub's edge with every ruthless thrust, your trembling hands tangling in his wet, lilac hair for balance, nails scraping against his scalp as your body rocks helplessly.
But the moment your bobbing head lifts, lips all swollen and pouty, eyes glassy and rimmed red from fresh tears, he catches sight of you and swears he could feel his cock grow another inch inside you.
"Look. at. herrrr."
He shifts, shoving the camera right into your fucked-out face, ramming each word right into you, his devilish grin just in sight. Your, hips are moving on their own now as you chase for the desperate release you can taste at the tip of your tongue.
"My pretty little crybaby." He coos, smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as a whimper catches in his throat, predetory coral hues scanning your face for every tiny detail.
You don't even realize the first tremor of your climax hitting you until it rips through you with force, hips spasming uncontrollably with your poor cunt twitching around his throbbing cock, the pleasure shattering every nerve ending.
Whimpers tear from your throat, eyes squeezing shut, body shuddering violently with each wave, gushing juices after juices right onto him. And it's a talent really, how you manage to make everything feel wetter and more soaked while submerged in the humid tub water.
"Just listennn," he groans, more to an audience than to you, tilting the camera down for a second to catch the frothy swirl of bubbles, water, and where your bodies meet. "Sooooo damn sloppy for me baby. Ya made such a beautiful big mess."
Your hands scrabble for purchase against his soaked chest, nails catching on slippery skin as your body jerks through another aftershock, head lolling back, throat already raw from moaning. He grits his teeth, arm tightening like a vice around your waist, surely leaving an imprint in it's wake, forcing you to take every grim slam of his.
"Fuh-fuckkkk!
When he follows you into ecstasy with a broken whimper, his hips jump erratically, shoving himself as deep as he can possibly go with a loud thwack!, cock pulsing hot ropes into your fluttering cunt.
He holds you down, grinding through his high, refusing to let you rise even an inch, falling to swallow a moan when the excess seeps out around his shaft, clouding the water with creamy streaks.
"Hahhhh," he breathes, voice breaking into a laugh,drunk on the sight of you. You both catch the way your swollen pussy still hungrily milks him, pearly streaks of cum leaking down his length into the water. "Greedy lil' cunny doesn't know how to s-stop milking me, hmm?"
Too gone to answer, you're trembling in his lap as his cock twitches one last time inside you, lashes set heavy, eyes wet with tears as the culprit grins, every inch of your body like putty in his hold.
Rafayel plants a sloppy kiss to your temple, slender hand stroking down your spine, leaving a shiver in it's wake, before smacking your ass just hard enough to make the water splash, lips brushing your ear to whisper something just for you to hear,
"I already know this is gonna make fuckin' numbers, baby."
꩜DrCumInside: Focus the camera more on yourself for the next video, please? I think we've all had enough of your boyfriends solo selfie-shots.
꩜slutforfishydick: Don't clean out the tub I wanna buy the bathwater. Selling my liver for it.
꩜CamWhoreFan: Try watching this stoned af. Thought I saw fish scales on his arm and neck for a sec. lmao.
꩜sleepycockwarmingchamp: Love the close up angle on her. Looking beautiful as always. Can’t understand how she can keep up with ur cocky ass.
☆Caleb ☆ 1Mio views ▶︎ 8:45min Two Freaks try 69 for the first Time.ᐟ
"Don't be shy, pips'. Sit down."
Yank!
He pulls you down by the hips, slamming your dripping pussy right onto his face. You cry out, thighs snapping tight around his head the second his tongue sneaks into you.
And he gets right into it like a man starved, groaning and moaning like some crazed lunatic, sounds vibrating straight through your cunt, making your whole body jolt as he drinks you in, lapping and plunging, ready to die a happy man by drowing in your heavenly pussy.
You whine, hips bucking reflexively, cunt clenching around his tongue. He hums low in approval, lips smearing over your slick, drenched folds, while his face and your pussy, glossy and flushed, completely in frame, red dot of the camera glisterning in the reflexion of his eyes.
Your shaky breaths fan hot over the flushed head of his cock, fat tip twitching and slightly smearing pre against your lips. So when you finally wipe your tongue over your lips, humming in delight before wrapping your plush lips around his leaking tip, his hips buck so hard you gag right on his mean girth, quick to pull off with a cough.
"Cay'! Quit it!"
"Sorry baby. Couldn't help it, feels so good."
He's not sorry in the slightest.
You roll your eyes because you can barely even hear him over the wet squelches as he munches on your pussy as if he's glued to it, his hands coming up to spreaaaad your cheeks apart, granting him further access to his favourite meal.
Tongue's shoving impossibly deeper now, scraping your spasming walls like a desperate mutt begging for more. His hands grip bruises into your rear, tilting you just right so he can hit your gushing spot with precision.
He even puts on a show, slowwwwly parting your folds with his tongue, traveling carefuly downwards before he catches your clit, sucking on it so hard your hips try to wiggle away.
"No runnin'", he mumbles half-assed right into your cunny, one strong hand landing a mean smack to your ass, quick to buck his hips up, tip nudging your lips, "Get to it."
"You're s-so mean."
Your mouth quickly plops his tip right in, bobbing over his cock in shaky motions, tears stinging your lashes as he bucks into your throat, desperate groans punching out of his chest.
The camera catches your muffled moans around his cock, throat stretching as he throbs inside, thick veins pulsing against your hot tongue. He growls at the vibration, face slick and glossy under you, eyes half-lidded, mind locked dead on his target.
Low hum against your slit and then, his tongue darts higher. He drags it all the way from your puffy clit up to lap up every messy drop of slick clinging to your hole before teasing further, pressing the flat of his tongue right over your tight little pucker.
"Cay-Caleb! Hnghhh!—"
The wicked snort against you makes you whimper, his hot breath washing over the puckering hole as his tongue circles it. You gag on his cock when he does, saliva drip drip dripping down the corner of your stretched mouth, throat squeezing tight shut around him.
It's so fucking messy the way one hand spreads your ass open wider, thumb digging in while his tongue flicks all over your holes, folds, clit— not an inch left unexplored by his greedy tastebuds.
And all he can do is whimper right into your blubbering pussy at the thought of watching you choking on him later on video. He's already imagining your lips stretched around his fat girth, cheeks swollen full, tears streaking down while his tongue works messily between your holes.
"Open wider, baby. Say ahhhh," he ushers, spit dripping down his chin as his finger circles the rim of your pussy hole, making you jerk, "need ta' see that throat take me deep likeee—" Two fingers tease you now before they slide through your squelching hole, pads already caressing the gummy spot in your fluttering hole, "—this."
"A-ahhh! Nghhh!"
Wordlessly, you do as told, mouth stretching further, burning almost, cock sliding heavy across your tongue. Now his tongue makes work to your clit, sucking hard enough while keeping a merciless pace with his meaty fingers, making your thighs convulse. The vibration of his moan rattles your whole cunt again, his hips bucking wildly into your mouth now.
"F-fuck yeah. Js' like that, baby. Good fuckin' girl."
The camera rocks with every mutt-like buck of his hips, shaky lens catching the sight of your limp, mindless body bouncing on his face. You're wailing mess, face covered in a mixture of tears, pre and saliva, his swollen tip stretching your lips, bulging out the inside of your cheek.
"Now would ya' look at that pretty little thing. Fuckkkk."
Caleb's eyes go black with hunger, smirk twitching wider as he twitches up against your mouth, teeth scraping your thigh, lips sucking deep at your soaked folds, each sloppy kiss landing with a loud mwah. He snatches the camera for a moment to zoom meanly close to the glossy mess of your cunt, eyes sparkling at the sight of spit and pre smeared everywhere, messy hole clenching so hard, you might aswell snap his fingers off.
"Better hurry, pips. Can already feel yer' cunny's realllll close to givin' me somethin' sweet."
You try to match his pace, you really do, sucking greedily, hollowing your cheeks, both fists working up and down his massive base to wring the soul out of him but he's always two steps ahead.
Teeth graze your clit now to give it a teasing tug, humming in concentration before swiftly replacing his finger with his tongue.
You still got one more trick up your sleeve. All or nothing.
When your shaky little hand wraps around his leaking tip and gives it a desperate squeeze, you feel the hot fan of his breath tickle your folds. His eyes flutter back for a moment, a groan ripping from his chest as his hips buck again. Your tongue slides slowwwwy across his leaking slit, kittenlicks teasingy scrapy against the sensitive split, tasting every salty drop of pre spilling.
Shit. Shitshitshitshit—
"Ouhh! M' cuh- cumming! M'—!"
All warning comes to late as your orgasm crashes over you violently, cunt clenching and trembling around his face as some of your juices messily spray over the lense.
And that smug bastard eats it all up, licking every drop, every squirt, groaning and moaning, guiding you through your release by firmly rocking your hips onto his face, nose nudging your stuttering hole.
You sob, throat stuffed with his cock, muffling your own cries as tears spill down your cheeks. Your hands claw at his meaty thighs, leaving deep imprints in their wake.
Slurp, spurt, squelch squelch— the sound are downright criminally filthy, the slick gush of your overstimulated cunny refusing to stop spraying your release over him.
"Uh huhhhh, just like that baby. G-gonna— gonna cum right down that lil' throat."
Animal like growl resounds as his hips stutter up against your face, grabing the nape of your neck with one firm hand, forcing you to take him allll the way to the base as his own release threatens to burst, cock swelling with a maddening heat.
"Ohhh fuck! Just a lil' bit more, a lil'— shitshitshit!—"
Hand now traveling to tighten in your hair by the roots, locking you against him as his eyes roll back, hurling himself over the edge. Thick, messy ropes of cum pulse into your mouth and down your aching throat, leaving a hot trail in it's wake.
Camera gripped loosely in his other hand shakes violently with his ruts and finally tips off the bed and onto the cold floor, only catching the mixture of moans and groans from you both, lens forced to remain in the dark as it stares at the dull ceiling.
"Cay'."
His chest rises and falls in heavy bursts, slick hair plastered to his forehead, chestnut eyes snapping open at the sound of your voice. One broad hand kneads your ass to mark his attention, the forgotten camera lying useless on the floor as he watched you grind your hips back against his mouth.
"Say no more, sweets. Wanna squirt on my cock now, huh?"
His cum coated your chin, saying more than any 'yes' could. His tongue is quick to dart out, tasting in relishing kitten licks. He massages your right ass cheek.
You shift down, trembling, lips brushing the flushed head of his cock in a teasing kiss before glancing back at him with a weak rise of your head, cheek resting against his still stiffened cock, your hand fondling his balls playfully.
꩜pilotdicklover: Oh he's a MUNCHHHH. Nose-deep in it and shit. Needddd him so bad.
꩜JustHere2Moan: HELLO WHERE IS PART 2?!? NO WAY IT JUST CUTS OFF HERE
☆Sylus☆ 1.2Mio views ▶︎ 11:23min I Couldn't Wait Until We Got Home.ᐟ
"What a sight to behold."
And he's already filming by the time you glide out of the auction hall and into the chilly city night, lense capturing your turning head, only the curve of your cheek and the mysterious glint in your eye.
You scoff at the lazy smirk tugging at Sylus's lips, his phone hanging loose in his hand as the lens trails after you, drinking in the way your dress clings like it was painted on, the sway of your hips seductive without meaning to be, your every step framed perfectly.
How he loves filming you. Show his treasure off to the world and bathe in their raging jealousy. It's a guilty pleasure of his.
His angle shifts when you slip into the limousine, door shutting with a decadent thud, the camera catching the shape of your thighs as he slides in behind you.
"Perv."
Heat crawls up your cheeks when he only leans in in response, brushing a featherlight kiss against your cheek, grin flashing right into the lens before he pans down again.
"What now? Appreciating my wife's a crime?" Voice dipped in cocky delight as his pale hand slips up, broad palm grazing your thigh just enough to make your thighs twitch and shoot him a warning glare.
You soon squirm in the cramped seat once his fingers dig into your thigh, biting your lip hard as the fabric of your dress shifts dangerously high under his touch.
"You're scheming something, aren't you?"
"Me? Oh, please, sweetie."
.
.
.
"L-liar!"
The footage jumps and you're on all fours in the plush seat now, hair mussed, your gorgeous dress bunched up around your hips. Your panties cling pathetically to one thigh, nearly torn through as his cock digs deep into your drenched pussy, splitting you open like the red sea.
To be honest, you don't even know how he persuaded you into this.
"Hmm? What was that? I can hardly hear you over this—" thwak thwak thwak resounds from your screaming cunny in obscene volume as his hips smash! against your ass with such force your head lolls dumbly in the front, "—mouthy pussy."
The obscene squelch squelch squelching noises and the wet slapping fills the broad vehicle, bouncing off the leather seats and tinted windows,camera wavering just enough to catch the hypnotic jiggle of your ass, the arch of your back, your manicured nails sinking into the cushions as his swollen and eager tip relentlessly grinds against your sweet spot.
"S-sy! The chauffeur's gonna—"
"Leave him be."
Unbothered he drives into you harder, ripping a raw scream from your throat. Your bobbing head snaps toward the thin divider of glass, separating the sinful, musky air from the unsuspecting driver just feet away.
Nothing. The man doesn't stir— out of fear or simply because he couldn't hear, you can't tell.
"See? So why don't you do us both a favor and give our fans some pretty little moans to listen to?"
"Nghhh!"
God, you really shouldn't do this. Sure it feels good and sure the whole situation is making your pussy thrill in excitement, but—
"Pretty please, darling?"
Wait, what were you worrying about again?
Tone mockingly sweet as his fingers hook into your ruined panties, tearing them away with one brutal, insulting tug. A loud rip follows suit, the delicate thread of your dress straining dangerously.
What a shame. This dress is one of your favourites.
"I'll take you shopping right after this, hm? You can buy every pair of panties, every dress you've ever dreamed of…and maybe you'll forgive your husband for shredding these ones."
One firm hand clamped on your hip as he drags you back onto his cock, each thrust more wicked than the last, deep groans rumbling out of him, vibrating against your spine, "How does that sound? Deal?"
When he doesn't get an answer right away, the sharp crack of his palm against your ass lands heavy, sting instantly soothed as his hand rubbing over the mark in lazy apology.
"A-ahh! Y-yes. Yes! Deal!"
"Mhm."
His hand lingers on your ass, squeezing the sting into a bruise as his thrusts turn sharp and hard now, slap of skin fills the car again, so lewd and obscene, each deep kiss to your womb forcing your moans higher, louder.
"Look at you. Already ruined. This the same girl who called me a 'perv' ten minutes ago?" His grip tightens on your hip, dragging you back until you feel the blunt head batter your cervix.
Ah. It's been ten minutes. Feels like an hour on your end.
A sobbing moan as your reply, your eyes begin to water, pussy gushing around his cock loud enough to drown out the hum of the engine.
"Try holding it for me."
Huh?
Handing you the phone with a cheeky grin, your fingers tremble slightly as you adjust it, trying to capture the perfect backshot of him pressing into you, sight of his sculptured pelvis, lower abs and messy silver hair making your pussy gush a sheen coat onto his girth.
You stumble a little, hips pressing against him, hands shaking as you try to frame both your ass and your face, the cute, desperate expressions you can't hide as he ruts into you with teasing thrusts making him throb inbetween your tight tunnel.
"Good girl. Now say you loveeee the way your husband fills you up."
"N-noouhhh! Sy, 's embarrassing!"
Smack! His hand lands on your ass again, harder this time, making you jolt forward with a cry, drool running down your chin. He rubs the sting away slowly, almost soothing, but it's clear he doesn't take your dumb babbling for an answer.
"Say it."
"Fuh-fuck! L-love the way my hus— husband fills me up! 's so gooood!"
"Mmm, hear that? Soooo good, yes?" His gaze flicks to the camera, lips curling into a devilish grin as he leans down so his handsome face sits in frame with your arched back, precisely keeping himself locked deep against your sweet spot to rub rub rub against it. "My sweet wife's pussy is all mine to fuck. "
"Sy! Sy! so damn d-deep! Can't— I can't!"
"Louder, sweetie. Don't make me ask twice."
"I—loooove the way my— ohh! husband f-fucks me!"
"Aww. She's already gone. What a shame." He leans closer, low voice curling like smoke in your ear, then looks past you again, placing a kiss ontop of your head before proceeding to ram you into the seats, dark rubies set onto the camera. " Look at my sweet girl. She just can't help herself but get cock druck every night."
Watching you struggle with that known smirk he always wears, broken moan escaping him once you pulsate around him in protest.
"Let me help, honey," he murmurs, pressing his hand to your back, forcing you into a nasty arch while the other sneaks the phone out of your hand, much to your relief.
Suddenly, your hips are pushed harder into him, his body pressed firmly onto yours and his hand grips your waist to end your squirming, jolting your weakly squashed body against his like you're nothing but a light feather.
"So cute like this," he bites your shoulder lightly, steadying camera to focus in on your drool covered face, mouth slack as your cheek's pressed into the seat, "my messy little wife."
"Wanna, wanna! cuh— Syyyy—lussss!"
"Who's holding you back? Surely not me."
His thrusts hammer harder, his cock swelling thick at the base, the drag of his tip battering your sweet spot until your nails carve crescent moons into the cushions, damn near ripping them. "Go on. Give them a show worth watching, sweetie."
On cue your cunny clenches once, twice, thighs trembling violently under him as your orgasm rips through you, shameless expression fully plastered on display as you soak your husbands cock in gush after gush of cum while your scream echoes in the car.
"F-fuck— yes, just like t-that."
Hanging onto a thin thread himself now, his voice fractures into a grunt, pace stuttering as his head falls back with a snarl, veins bulging in his throat.
One last harsh slam and heat floods your womb in heavy buckets of his cum spilling so deep it forces some to drip down onto the expensive leather.
Quickly, he hauls you into his lap now, cock still locked deep inside as your head lolls back onto his shoulder, eyes hazily making out the recording lens and the messy kiss he pulls you into, tongues and teeth clashing as your saliva smears across his face.
He focuses in on your stuffed cunny, a faint bulge pressing against your lower belly, exposing the buckets of cum he dumped into you.
When you weakly try to press your thighs together, his hand wedges between them, prying you open with ease, fingers digging into your soft flesh, holding you wide, putting your ruined pussy on display.
"We still got fifteen more minutes until we're home. One more round to go, darling."
꩜skyhavenspanker: Pussy so good bro just had to knock her up at the back of a limo lmao. I get it tho.
꩜octopussycat: Y'ALL ARE FREAKS FRFR. GYATTTT DAYUMMM! Is your husband up to sharing?^^
꩜daddyissues69: They're both so hot I wish I could have a 3way with them so bad and get taken to pound town.
꩜FapFiend: You guys must have the best make-up sex jesus christ.
caleb is all too cocky about your inability to do anything but lay beneath him all slack-jawed and shaky as he drills his cock into you despite your overstimulation.
you’re so fucked out that you can’t even muster up the energy or mindpower to regret gifting your boyfriend and polaroid camera for his birthday. you had brought it with romance in mind—he’s away so often for such long periods at a time that you thought a few sweet photos he can carry in the lining of his uniform jacket would be a nice idea.
but caleb, the amalgamation of all things desperate and horny, couldn’t wait five minutes after unwrapping his gift to start unwrapping you as well. each layer of clothing discarded he’d reward with a photo of your revealed skin until he was trying to finesse a way to hold the camera with one hand as the other pumped his fingers mercilessly into your cunt.
now, hours later, you’re laying on a bed of polaroids, each more lewd than the last. one digs into your skin while another is jostled off the bed with the hard thrusts of your boyfriends leaky cock into your (regrettably) still-needy pussy. the effect this man has on you is unreasonable—you’ve cum so many times that you can’t form a coherent thought and still you think you’d cry if he pulled out and denied you the stretch of his cock.
flash. another shot is taken, this one of your glossy eyes and drool-soaked lips.
“you’re so messy,” he teases like his dick isn’t shining with the sweet mixture of your releases—like he’s not spat on your cunt just to rub load after load of cum around your clit in sick circles that make you choke on your breath. what an asshole he is.
“gonna make you cum again, pips,” he grins, dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “i want to see if i can catch you squirting in a pic, hm?”
you part your kiss-swollen lips to protest. “cant—“ is all you can manage though, before your boyfriend, your best friend, is squeezing your cheeks between his long fingers and frowning down at you.
“don’t doubt yourself, pretty, you can do anything if you set your mind to it!”
pep talk of the century. you’d laugh at him if you had half your mind left, but all you have the space to think about is how he’s never gotten quite this deep inside of you before. you don’t even process the way he’s driven your hips up with his thighs to feel even more of you around him.
so perfect, he calls you. and even though he’s fucking you erratically, once he feels the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, he’s all smiles. sweet glossy eyes brimming with needy tears, flushed cheeks, soft brows… the man with his cock so deep inside of you that you’re seeing stars, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead as you orgasm.
it’s too much. you choke on it, you feel it in every bone in your body and still you crave more of him. you squirt around his cock with a moan made for porn and caleb feels like a hormonal virgin all over again.
click. another pic; one that prints to be fanned out immediately—one hand flapping the print through the air as the other one rubs slow circles on your tummy as he tries to feel himself pushing inside of you.
once it finally develops enough to gift caleb with the sight of your spread legs and the mess of lust between them, you swear he grows even harder inside of you.
“yeah,” your idiot of a man grins. “this one’s going on my wall.”
this is a repost from my deactivated acc of the same user. i wrote this i wrote this i wrote this
There were several things you were convinced your body wasn’t capable of doing… until you’d express those doubts to your beloved partner – Zayne.
He might not look like the type, but Zayne was never one to back down from a challenge. Especially if he knew it was one he was damn near guaranteed to win. “M’serious, Zayne. Quit smiling like that!” You shift nervously, pouting at his amused expression. “I’m not teasing you, baby.” The inhale that follows is slow, the exhale drawn out, as if he’s trying to ground himself.
“I just think it’s cute that you don’t think you can squirt.” There is the softest lilt of laughter at the end. One that makes your frown deepen, cheeks warm, and now your arms are crossing as you move to roll to your opposite side. “Whatever.” But the bed shifts, and you’re enveloped by the warmth of his body as his arms circle your frame.
“Don’t be like that.” His lips press to the shell of your ear, arms pulling you tightly against the hard plain of his front molding to your back. “You’re mocking me.” An annoyed grumble slipping past your lips, cheek squishing as he nuzzles himself into you. “M’not mocking you. I just find this to be oddly cute, I can't help but smile.”
“Oddly cute that I’m insecure?” Somehow you manage to stand your ground, even if your voice wavered slightly. “An insecurity you shouldn’t have because you can squirt.” Every syllable sends a shiver through your body, skin erupting in goosebumps as Zayne sweet-talks you. “You just need my help to get there.”
Zayne bites back his laugh, swallows the urge to even giggle when he feels rather than hears the “oh.” That seems to tremble through your frame. You finally processed what he had been saying since you made the comment. “Your help?”
His expression is carefully neutral as you look over your shoulder, the tip of his nose pressing into your cheek at the new proximity. “Yes, baby. I’m a doctor, y’know. I know a thing or two about a woman’s anatomy. And I've become very, very acquainted with yours.” His hand flattens, palm pressing against your abdomen.
“How much water have you drunk today?” Your throat feels dry, eyes widening a fraction. “W-why?” This time, he can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes him. “You have to be well hydrated in order to squirt, that’s the first step.” His teeth catch your ear, biting it just to feel you squirm. “I-I mean I guess I drank a fair amount with dinner.” You flinch at your own stutter, hand reaching below the covers to wrap around his wrist. His palm is still on your abdomen, pressing and searching.
“Do you need to pee?”
“Zayne!” Your face flushes, squeezing his wrist tightly as you shoot him a glare. “What exactly do you think squirting is?” A genuine question, not a hint of judgment as he met your eyes. His chin pressed into your shoulder, breaths mingling as he awaited your response. “It’s pee?” Whispered, as if it’s some horrid secret.
“Sort of.” Suddenly, you didn’t quite think this was something you wanted to do anymore. As if sensing it, Zayne continued. “It’s a very diluted version of urine, it comes out when your pelvic floor muscles contract during stimulation. It’s also a few other liquids but I fear I may scare you away from this if I go on.”
“It’s not as if you’re actually peeing, though it might feel like it. I’ve heard it’s supposed to feel…” His lips press against your ear, the hand on your abdomen sliding lower, the tips of his fingers slipping under the waistband of your underwear “...incredibly good.” How long had he been looking into this subject before you so stupidly proclaimed you weren’t capable of it? “R-really?”
“Yes, and part of the reason some women are unable to reach that ending is not because they can’t but because they’re scared.” You blink, swallowing the lump in your throat as he carefully cups the front of your cunt. He just may want this more than you. “Scared?” Your fingers still cling to his wrist, but now they’re shoving his hand lower rather than attempting to pull away.
“Of making a mess, ruining their sheets or mattress. Some fear that they actually are just peeing, others stop because it feels way too intense.” You try to keep your breathing even as his fingers slip between your folds. “You’re already wet.”
“Impossible not to be when you’re like this.” Your hips push back briefly, nudging the very obvious hard-on you had been carefully ignoring. Your lover – who never backed down from a challenge – was incredibly motivated when that challenge had to do with something physical. “You’re a sex addict, y’know.” You say it as if you didn’t instigate this entire endeavor, as if you weren’t all over him just as much.
“If I’m a sex addict, you’re a pervert for contemplating whether or not you’re capable of making your pussy squirt.” He also had quite the vulgar tongue. Zayne shuts you up before you can even carry on, his free hand shooting up to grab your face and crane it back. The kiss is sloppy, his fingers immediately rubbing swift circles over your slipper clit. “M’gonna make you squirt till you’re begging me to stop.”
You moan into the kiss, swallowing every filthy promise. “Gonna ruin the sheets, huh? Soak the mattress? You’re being so mean to me when I’m just trying to help you out.” He kisses your jaw, leaving you open mouthed and swollen-lipped as he toys with your clit. “I should make you squirt just like this, panties still on, blankets still covering us. It’d feel so warm, wouldn’t it?”
You squirm, hips jerking into and then away from his over-eager palm. A mortified whine leaves your lips, arousal oozing from your entrance and waiting to be collected by his fingers. “Z-zayne don’t make it…” weird? But it’s only making your cunt throb more, you’re oddly aroused by the idea. “Don’t what? I feel your pretty pussy clenching, you want something in there so bad, hmm?”
“Yes!” It’s breathless, nearly hoarse as one finger slips down to press against your entrance. “The first step would be to get you wet, but clearly that’s not an issue.” Zayne’s cheek presses to your shoulder, fingers skillfully moving around your wetness. “The second is locating your g-spot.” He pushes that one finger inside, feeling you clench slightly before relaxing again.
“That one spot that isn’t totally velvety smooth, often half an inch to two inches past the vaginal opening. It’s a little gland, they refer to it as the female prostate.” You can barely listen to him as he speaks, hips squirming involuntarily as he presses. “Typically on the front of your vaginal wall, it’s why it feels so much more intense when I press down on your abdomen while being inside of you.”
“I know what it should feel like, just let me know when I do find it.” He’s found it before, it’s not very hard for him. But it’s rare that Zayne gets to take his time with you like this, slowly and deliberately exploring your cunt while you whine and squirm in his grasp. “Getting closer.” You manage to wheeze, little shocks of pleasure zipping up your spine every time that one finger presses.
“Good girl, this is only going to work if you communicate with me.” He shifts a little higher, pressing again, and your back arches. “T-there!” Your nails dig into his wrist, panting as he massages that spot with small, deliberate circles.
Your eyelids feel heavy as you look at Zayne, cheeks burning hot at the expression on his face. It’s dark, pupils blown and ears tinged red, he looks as if he could start drooling at any second. “On your back.” He retracts his fingers, pulls his body away from you, and you have no choice but to roll over.
The covers are getting yanked back as Zayne gets on his knees – grabbing your hips and dragging you closer to the center of the bed. “What happened to keeping me covered?” You’re giggling as he yanks your panties off, the wet stain visible as he tosses them to the floor. “Change of plans, I wanna see your pretty cunt when I make her squirt.” He’s pushing your legs open, leaving you in a butterfly position as you settle among the pillows again. “You’re so confident.”
“Because I know what I’m doing.” you swear you see the corner of his lip quirk upwards before he tugs his sweater up and over his head. Pale, scarred skin is put on display, muscles tensing and flexing as he rolls his neck and shoulders. “You’re gonna be pretty embarrassed when you can’t make it happen.” It was to tease him, but it was also to mentally prepare yourself just in case.
“Not going to be an issue, my love.” he’s getting on his stomach, positioning his handsome face right in front of your bare pussy. “I am more than capable of making you make a mess.” Two fingers plunge back inside, just as he places an open mouth kiss over your clit. Zayne finds that spot again without any error, applying pressure and massaging it until he feels your arousal ooze out of you.
Any expression on your face was gone the moment he re-entered you, jaw slack and head tossed against the cushion of the pillows as he licked at your cunt. Nevermind being able to see you squirt, he wanted to feel it, he wanted to taste it.
Zayne knew your body well enough to know some of the things you enjoyed, it was unsurprising that he fell into a natural, steady rhythm. Even less shocking when your moans grew in tempo, fingers twisting in the sheets Every passing second had the plunge of his fingers growing slicker, the squelching turning in volume.
“Oh fuck, Zayne… Zayne, it feels weird.” You bite on your bottom lip, walls constricting around his fingers as he refocuses all attention on that sponge spot. “Yeah? You’re tensing up, baby. Relax, just let it be.”
You whine as his tongue comes back into contact with your clit, hazel eyes traveling up your body to stare at where your head is craned back. Only the bob of your throat as you swallow and the underside of your chin are visible. “Zayne, fuck it feels like I’m going to explode…” You couldn't help the tension under your skin, every muscle seizing as the sensation made your hips jerk upwards.
Not wanting to lose the feeling, Zayne’s free hand came up to start rubbing your clit in the same tempo he had been licking at it. “Just relax…” that way, he could free up his mouth to talk you through the next steps. “You’re okay, just let it go, let it happen.” You needed to relax your muscles or else everything would be too tight, nothing would escape you. “Just let it be, you’re doing so good for me, baby. You’re so close, you just need to trust me, okay? Let your body relax, let it happen.”
His cheek nuzzled your inner thigh, kisses feather light and open mouthed as he whispered sweet nothings. “Zayne…” a small little prayer, it brought you an inkling of comfort as you tried to let yourself relax into the feeling. “Good girl, you’re doing so good for me, you’re safe, baby. Just relax.” Every movement and the cord pulled tighter, and tighter, and tighter, until you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.
Your orgasm was blinding, head forcefully pressing into the pillows as your lower half twitched and spasmed. You felt it, among the mind-breaking pleasure, you felt the warm, wet gush that sprayed from your cunt. Not once, not twice, but three times before your body went lax, melting into the mattress with ringing ears.
It wasn’t until Zayne’s face swam into your blurry view that you realised he was talking hovering above you with a wet mouth and chin, soaked fingers by your head. “And you said you couldn't squirt.” His kisses were fervent, littering your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your mouth. Anywhere he could reach, all while uttering about how good you did. “M’so proud of you for trusting me.”
You hum, shaky hands holding his face as he neared you for another kiss. “Zayne, I wanna do that again. But this time I want your cock.” He blinks, a little stunned before a breathless laugh leaves his lungs.
Synopsis: You can run from it, but are you ready to face the consequences?
Warnings: Free use, overstim, faux sympathy, dumbification, Voyeurism, thrill of being caught, teasing, degrading, praising, these boys are jealousss.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Xavier
Xavier is like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Your snuggly little guy, playing the part of a perfect co-worker and neighbor!
Until he has you pinned under him, knees to your chest in a mean mating press.
“You just had to smile like that at Nero, hm? You truly cannot be so stupid, to think you wouldn’t end up in this position after that.” All you did was thank Nero for reports you’d asked him to obtain.
But Xavier didn’t like that.
And the punishing thrust to your cervix was proof of that.
“M’ ngh! M’ sorry! I can’t-Xav I can’t-“
You try to squirm away but Xavier only shakes his head at your pathetic attempts. He grabs both ankles in a single hand, bends your knees just so and-
You are sobbing, feeling him so deep in your tummy it almost hurts to breathe.
“Now be a good girl and I won’t treat that cute little updo like a cum rag. Don’t run again.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Rafayel
Rafayel was obsessed with your body in a nearly obsessive way. Especially when it came to how you bowed and cried under his care.
He has both of your arms pinned behind your back, his arm looped around them for leverage. The gold plated mirror in his studio showed each time his cock slipped in and out of you.
“I’m gonna pain this later, put it in my private collection so I have something to keep me company when you’re gone.” The sentiment would be sweet, if your thighs weren’t twitching from overstimulation.
The head of his cock sits a punishing pace against the wall of your cervix and you try to find leverage with your feet to escape.
Rafayel hates that.
He bends you forward, cheek pressed into the cold marble and drills into you with barely controlled lust.
“Aw cutie, I was giving you a good show! But I guess even the best muses need molded.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Zayne
Zayne has finally snapped. Between the bratty behavior and the audacity you had to stick your tongue out at him during his presentation to the board, you were done for.
Bent over his desk, he didn’t care that someone could walk in, he didn’t care that you were drooling over his stethoscope that probably costed more than your rent.
“Is this what you wanted? A strong, independent young woman to be degraded like a common whore?”
Why yes, it was.
But Zayne wasn’t letting up on his solid thrusts that sent you spiraling.
He’s ripped a 4th orgasm from you and the pretty polished nails (that he paid for of course) scratched at the wood of his desk.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair, lifting your face off the desk to growl into your ear.
“You don’t get to run from this punishment. Take it.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Caleb
Oh our poor sweet Caleb.
He wasn’t being very sweet right now.
How could he be? He’d caught you talking to Gideon a little too long for his liking. You were giggling all cute and shit, asking Gideon to take you on a ride in HIS aircraft!
So Caleb, being a sweet boyfriend, gave you a ride!
Well, that ride was his cock. His feet planted on the mattress while he held you in place with strong hands. His balls slapped the crevice of your ass and you were pretty sure his goal was to drive a hole straight through you.
“Smile at me like you smiled at him. Cmon Pips, cheeseeee!” His faux kindness made your eyes water. You tried to find purchase on his chest to push yourself off but Caleb swatted your hands away.
“Hands behind your back, soldier. You wanna act like a Barracks Bunny, I’ll treat ya like one.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Sylus
Sylus didn’t have to be fast or harsh with his punishment. But he was always thorough.
You’d ran off without his permission on a mission, yet again.
You returned to the N109 Zone covered in bruises. Now, after your wounds were tended to, he was lounging on the chaise sofa, rolling his hips into you from behind.
It would’ve been so sweet and gentle, if he hadn’t already wrenched 3 orgasms from you with his cock alone.
“Sy-“
His hand clamps over your mouth, index and middle finger grabbing your tongue. You drool over his fingers even as you try to push back on his hips to escape that feeling of lightning in your bones.
Sylus growls into your ear, taking his spit soaked finger and giving a warning slap to your flushed cheeks.
“Don’t ever run from me. I’ve chased after you for years, I’m not letting you get away now.”
clutching your teddy bear while stepdaddy!toji fucks you nasty
wc ; ~700 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
You were on your stomach, face buried deep into your fluffy pink teddy bear, clutching tight onto it.
Toji’s massive body hovered over you, knees planted on each side of your bent over body on the bed as he shoved your thighs apart wider. His thick cock was already halfway inside your soaked pussy, stretching you open in that brutal, familiar way.
“Fuck… still so tight every time,” he growled low, voice rough and lazy. He pushed in deeper with one slow, heavy thrust until his hips were flush against your ass, balls pressed against your clit.
You let out a broken whimper into the teddy bear, biting down hard on its soft ear.
Toji chuckled darkly, one hand gripping your waist while the other reached up to push your head harder into the pillow.
“Shhh. Bite your little bear if you gotta, but keep that noise down. Wouldn’t want your mom waking up to see her precious daughter getting fucked stupid by her stepdad, would we?”
He pulled back almost all the way, letting you feel every inch drag out of your dripping cunt, before slamming back in so hard your body jolted forward. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.
You squeaked into the teddy, tears already wetting its fur. Toji leaned down, his scarred lip brushing your ear as he started pounding you with deep, nasty strokes.
“Yeah… that’s it. Hug your fuckin’ teddy tighter while I ruin this pussy.”
Every thrust was mean and deliberate just like his words. His thick cock bullied your walls, hitting that spot that made your toes curl and your brain melt. Your juices were dripping down your thighs, making a mess on the sheets.
“Look at you,” he grunted, voice dripping with mockery, “clutching that stuffed animal like a good girl while your stepdad splits you open. Pathetic… and so fucking wet for me.”
He reached under you and rubbed rough circles on your swollen clit, making your legs shake violently.
You moaned louder into the bear, hips twitching back against him even as you tried to run from the overwhelming pleasure. Toji laughed low, speeding up, fucking you harder, the bed creaking under his power.
“Gonna cum already? Go ahead, baby. Cream on daddy’s cock while you cry into your teddy. Just don’t scream… or I’ll have to stuff that pretty mouth next.” He threatened.
His pace turned rapid, hips snapping against your ass with wet, filthy sounds as he chased his own high, grunting against your neck.
You were a trembling, drooling mess — face smashed into the soaked teddy bear, pussy clenching tight around Toji’s cock as he fucked you through it, nasty and unrelenting.
He came with a loud groan, buried in you to the hilt. He pulled his glistening cock out of your creampied and slapped the heavy, messy tip of his cock against your sensitive pussy. Once, twice, three times, the wet — smack smack smack — sounds echoing obscenely in the quiet room.
“Fuck… look at that,” he rasped, voice low and satisfied. “Such a greedy little cunt. Couldn’t even keep all of daddy’s cum inside.”
He dragged his cum-covered tip up and down your slit, smearing the mess all over your swollen folds and clit, occasionally giving your pussy another firm slap that made you whimper out.
“Aw, don’t cry into your little bear now,” he mocked, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear. “You took it so well… even when I was balls deep breeding you.”
He gave your ass a rough squeeze, then slid two thick fingers down to push some of his leaking cum back inside your puffy pussy.
“Keep it in there like a good girl. I’ll be back in the morning to fuck it right back in. Understand?”
You nodded weakly into the teddy bear, too fucked out to speak, as he pats your head.
Toji smirked, finally pulling away. He gave your ass one last hard slap before standing up, his cum still dripping down your thighs as he tucked his messy cock back into his sweats.
jack being rough in bed and saying “you’re okay” as he pounds into you
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Jack had you pinned on your back, legs folded up and spread obscenely wide, knees pushed toward your shoulders as he fucked you hard and deep.
His hips slammed against you with brutal force, thick cock stretching you open with every punishing thrust. The wet, filthy sound of him pounding into your soaked pussy filled the room. You were shaking, tears streaming down your cheeks, mouth open in whines and silent, overwhelmed moans.
He didn’t slow down for a second.
His hand gripped your thigh hard, keeping you folded and open for him as he drove his cock even deeper, hips snapping forward raw into your pussy.
“It’s okay baby,” he whispered, voice rough and low against your ear. He leaned down and kissed the tears streaming down your cheek, groaning softly at the salty taste. “C’mon… you can take this big cock, yeah?”
You could only whimper brokenly, eyes rolling back as he fucked you harder, the head of his cock pushing up against your cervix over and over without mercy.
Jack groaned, sweat dripping down his chest as he railed you. “That’s it… fuck, you’re so tight. Taking every inch like a good girl.” He kissed your tear-streaked cheek again, then your forehead, still pounding into you relentlessly. “You’re okay. I’ve got you. Just let me fuck you deep like this.”
Your whole body was trembling, overstimulated with pleasure, but he didn’t stop. He shifted his angle slightly and fucking you even harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder.
“Look at me, baby,” he rasped, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw, forcing your teary eyes to meet his. “You’re okay. I know it’s a lot… I know I’m fucking you so deep it hurts… but you can take it. Yeah? You can .”
Your hands tried pushing on his chest and stomach to get him to stop or at least slow down but he wasn’t giving in. “You can cry and push me away all you want, sweetheart, but you and me both know what your pussy wants.”
He kisses you messily to shut up your whimpers as he kept slamming into you, cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you.
Your legs started shaking violently. An orgasm crashed through you without warning, your pussy clenching and gushing around him as you came hard, body seizing up with a loud moan.
Jack groaned loudly but didn’t stop. He fucked you straight through it, hips snapping even harder, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing fast, tight circles.
“It’s okay baby — fuck. Cum again for me, baby. I know you can. Let me feel you squeeze my cock again.”
You were almost sobbing now, overwhelmed and overstimulated, but he kept going — rough, deep, merciless thrusts that made your eyes roll back and your toes curl.
Jack leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he groaned.
“You feel so good baby fuck… So fucking wet and tight. You’re gonna make me cum deep in you if you keep clenching around me like that.”
He kissed your tears again, voice getting rougher, breath hotter against your skin.
“C’mon baby… one more. Give me one more. You can take it. You’re my good girl, ok? So you can take this big dick just a little longer.”
Your body tense up again as another orgasm ripped through you even harder than the last. You writhed underneath him, silent cries falling from your open mouth as your pussy pulsed and gushed around his cock.
Jack finally let go with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself as deep as possible as he came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy while he kept thrusting through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, both of you panting. Then he slowly pulled out and immediately gathered you into his arms, holding you close against his chest.
His hand stroked your hair gently, the other rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back as you trembled and whimpered against him.
“You did so good, baby,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and tear-streaked cheeks. “So fucking good for me. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
Summary: Being Fred's fake girlfriend was making you feel a lot of things that you shouldn't be feeling about him. Would it be so bad if you just...got it out of your system? (Fred Weasley x Slytherin OC) (slow burn, she falls first/he falls harder)
Warnings: MDNI!!! Mentions of drug use (weed), sexual content, oral [female receiving], fingering, nudity.
Word Count: 5.7k
A/N: Thanks for the love on the first part <3 I'm enjoying this little fic a lot. The smut I have in this chapter is arguably my best yet...work of art. Enjoy ;)
Link to previous part, link to lovegoodlane's masterlist
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You and Fred were on the quidditch pitch, staring up at the night sky. He had spread out a blanket for you, and you were laying side by side in comfortable silence. His friends were supposed to meet him here to smoke, and Fred had brought you along.
It had been a week since you had started "dating", and you were starting to get accustomed to spending time with him. It had been jarring at first to see Fred waiting for you after class or waving at you in the Great Hall, but now it felt like part of your normal routine.
You watched as a star shot across the dark sky. "Look!" you exclaimed, pointing it out to Fred. "Make a wish."
Fred chuckled at your excitement. "Do I only get one?" he asked.
You nodded, turning to your side and propping your head up on your hand so you could stare at him. "What would you wish for?" you probed.
He turned his head to look at you, pondering your question. "I'm not sure," he said. "I would probably wish to be smarter."
Your brows drew together, giving him a confused look. "Why that? You're already smart," you replied.
Fred let out a dark chuckle. "I definitely am not smart," he breathed out. "If I were, I would always know exactly what to do."
"There's a difference between being smart and being decisive," you said. "You're incredibly smart. You knew how to make the Calming Draught in Potions without even reading the procedure. Clearly there has to be something rattling around in that head of yours."
Fred laughed, and the sound warmed your entire chest. You loved making him laugh.
"Not according to my mum," he said, his smile dropping from his face. "It's impossible to live up to the standards that my older brothers set. No matter what I do, I'm a disappointment."
Your heart ached as you listened to his words. You knew about his older brothers and how they excelled at academics, especially Percy. You hadn't realized that this weighed so much on Fred.
"Fred, you're not a disappointment," you said, reaching across the space between you to put your hand on his arm. "Your definition of intelligence and success doesn't have to be the same as theirs. You get to do things in your own way."
Fred looked at you, his eyes soft. His gaze flicked from your eyes down to your lips and back again. He turned his head away from you, looking back up at the sky.
"Try telling that to my mum," he replied. "My definition of intelligence doesn't translate to a stable future or career."
His words settled between you as you thought about what to say next.
"If it makes you feel better, I'm a disappointment too," you said.
Fred turned to look at you again, confused. "How could you possibly be a disappointment? You get good marks, the professors like you, and you have the Flint legacy behind your name."
"I have a temper," you answered.
"Really? I haven't noticed," Fred teased, grinning at you.
"Shut it," you said, grinning back. "My parents think that I make rash decisions. And they're probably right, but they think that I'm not capable of making choices for myself."
"Why would that even matter? It's your life," he replied.
"It's just like you said," you explained. "I'm part of the Flint legacy. There are certain expectations for me. I'm supposed to be perfectly proper, keep connections with the other pureblood families, and arrange my life around having a pureblood husband and babies."
Fred looked shocked. "Is that even what you want?" he asked, looking at you with concern.
You shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know. I'm supposed to want it. I have to want it, I don't have much of a choice."
"Is it the same with Pucey? Does he have to want those things?" Fred questioned, genuinely curious.
"Most pureblood families have the same expectations," you answered. "The girls are supposed to be perfect wives and eventually perfect mothers. The boys are supposed to have successful careers to keep power and prestige within the bloodline. The Pucey family has always been close with mine, and our parents expect us to get married."
Fred's eyebrows shot up. "Married? Like an arranged marriage?"
"Not quite," you said. "There was never any paperwork, but there's an understanding between our families that we will get married after graduating. If we don't, we will both bring shame to our families. I've always been told that I was supposed to be with Adrian."
Fred just stared at you, processing everything that you said. He had no idea that you had these expectations to live up to.
"Do you really want to be with Pucey, or would you rather be with someone else?" he asked.
"I've never let myself consider someone else," you admitted. "It's always been Adrian."
"Damn," Fred huffed out. "And I thought my problems were bad."
You chuckled. "Neither of us live up to our parents' expectations. The only difference is that your parents are the cool kind of purebloods and mine are the culty kind of purebloods."
Fred laughed. "You're right about that."
There were voices in the distance, and they seemed to be approaching. It had to be Fred's friends.
He looked over at you. "Want to show them how much of a couple we are?" Fred asked, grinning.
"I think you just want an excuse to snog me," you teased, returning his grin.
"You wish," he teased back. "Enjoy snogging someone else before you're tied to Pucey for all of eternity."
You shook your head, trying not to laugh. You sat up, pulling Fred toward you. He sat up too, one of his hands finding your cheek as his lips landed on yours.
The kisses were slow and deliberate, and you were trying to stop yourself from smiling. Fred chuckled into the kiss.
"Stop being so happy about kissing me," he chided through your kisses, using his other hand to hold your waist and pull you closer to him.
"I wouldn't dare be happy about it," you joked back, your hand twining through his hair.
But you were happy about it. You enjoyed kissing Fred. Not only because he was good at it, but it made you feel things. Things that you didn't think you should be feeling.
You ran your hand up the back of his head, tangling into his ginger locks. He cupped your jaw, angling your head back before his tongue dipped into your mouth.
It was a surprise at first. Kissing with tongue didn't seem to be on the table, but now that it was an option, you weren't going to stop it.
Your own tongue licked into Fred's mouth, finding his. You could hear the chatter of his friends getting closer, but you wanted this moment to last forever.
A quiet whine escaped your lips as Fred's fingers found your hair, digging his nails into your scalp. You could feel him smirking through the kisses, pleased with himself for making you whine.
"Get a room!" George heckled as he approached.
You and Fred finally pulled away from each other, and you couldn't help the blush that spread across your cheeks. You were grateful that it was dark enough that Fred wouldn't notice.
Fred gave you a wink before turning to his brother. The rest of the group trailed behind George, made up of Lee, Angelina, and Alicia. Your eyes locked with Alicia's, and you noticed the muscle in her jaw pulled tight. She was not happy.
"Thank you for finally joining us," Fred teased, waving his friends over.
Fred opened his knees, pulling you against his chest between his legs. The Gryffindors joined you on the blanket.
"Everyone, this is Delia," Fred introduced, grinning proudly at his friends.
"We already know who she is, you git," George teased, slinging his arm over Angelina's shoulders. "The Slytherin princess in the flesh."
Angelina elbowed at George's side, making him wince. "Being a Slytherin isn't her only personality trait, Georgiana," Angelina scolded. "I'm glad you're here, Delia. Maybe you can keep Freddie in line."
You smiled at Angie. "I doubt it," you chuckled.
"This small talk is nice and all, but can we smoke now?" Lee interrupted, digging through his bag to retrieve the blunt.
"Oh Lee, you are ever the gentleman," Angelina commented, kicking her foot at him.
Fred laughed, his chest rumbling against your back. He played with your hair absentmindedly, running his fingers through it.
Lee lit the blunt, taking a hit before passing it to Alicia. The group chatted, passing the blunt around and making joking jabs at each other.
You listened quietly, settled against Fred's chest. Your own chest felt tight, unsettled by how comfortable you were being touched by Fred.
Your goal was to get Adrian back. You were supposed to be together. But Fred...
Fred made you laugh. He showed deep concern for you and did everything he could to bring you comfort. He wasn't the annoying prankster that you thought he was.
You couldn't have feelings for Fred. It was impossible. But as you rested against his chest, his fingers tangled in your hair, you couldn't think of anywhere else you'd rather be.
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Fred led you through the portrait, bringing you into the Gryffindor common room. You had been in this room a couple of times before during parties, but you had never seen it in its normal state.
You admired the large brick fireplace and the couches placed around it. There was a group of younger students doing homework together by the fire, laughing and flicking biscuit crumbs at each other.
Your eyes panned to the corner, where you saw Alicia and Angelina working on a project together. Angie waved at you, summoning you and Fred over.
Fred took your hand, grinning down at you. "Ready to ham it up, my love?" Fred said, leaning down to speak into your ear.
Chills crept down your spine at the feeling of his breath on your neck. You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry.
You cleared your throat. "Of course, sweetie," you replied, forcing a smile onto your lips.
Fred brought you over to Angie and Alicia, his hand still holding yours.
"What are you two up to?" Angie asked, raising an eyebrow as she glanced between you and Fred.
"We're headed up to my room," Fred said, his tone nonchalant. Angie bit down on her lip, trying to suppress a knowing grin.
You could see Alicia's eyes narrow. "Sounds like fun," Alicia bit out. "Angie and I have a lot of work to do. See you later."
Alicia waved at you in dismissal. Fred shrugged it off, turning to lead you up the stairs to his dormitory. When you reached the door, Fred paused before he opened it for you.
"This is where the magic happens," Fred commented, waggling his eyebrows at you.
"Get off it, Fred," you said, biting back a laugh. He opened the door, showing you into his room.
It was pretty much what you imagined it would be. One bed was pushed up against the window, and the other was pushed against the back wall. He walked to the bed by the window, sitting down.
You scanned the rest of the room. There was a desk across from his bed covered in papers and various trinkets. None of it looked homework related, but that seemed about right for Fred.
"Mesmerized?" he asked, causing your eyes to snap to him.
You rolled your eyes at him. "It's neater than I thought it would be," you observed.
Fred raised a hand to his chest, pretending to be wounded. "You think I'm dirty? I can't believe it," he said dramatically. "Well, I am dirty. But not like that."
Fred shot a wink at you, the corner of his mouth quirking up. You rolled your eyes at him again. All of this flirting was making your stomach churn.
You looked at the walls, taking in the photos of Fred with his friends over the years. Various sketches were pinned to the walls of items that you recognized as some of the joke gifts that him and George had created. You made your way around the room, taking it all in. You eventually perched yourself against his desk, staring across the room at him.
Fred's brows furrowed at you. "Is everything alright?" he asked.
"Yes, why wouldn't it be?" you answered, your tone coming out snappier than you had meant it.
Fred stared at you from where he was sitting on his bed, a look of genuine concern on his face. "You just seem...unsettled."
You let out a dry laugh, looking away from him. "Because I am unsettled, Fred. You make me feel unsettled."
"What? How?" he asked, seeming confused. He wasn't accusatory; he wanted to make you feel better.
"This whole thing," you said, motioning to the air between you and Fred. "This is making me confused. I'm feeling things that I shouldn't be feeling. I don't...I shouldn't want to be around you."
You breathed out a frustrated sigh. Fred's eyes softened, finally understanding.
"Delia, of course you're going to feel things," he said, his tone gentle. "It's just the proximity. I'm feeling things too. I know that I love Alicia and that I still want to be with her, but that doesn't stop me from being attracted to you."
You finally looked back at Fred. Your entire body felt hot.
"You're...attracted to me?" you said, sounding disbelieving.
Fred chuckled. "Of course I am," he said, standing up from the bed. "You're funny, you're whip-smart, you have a mind of your own. And you're beautiful, Delia."
"So I can be attracted to you and still want to be with Adrian?" you asked, sounding shy. It was a thought that had never crossed your mind. The whole thing made you feel childish and inexperienced.
"Only you can know that," Fred replied. "I think that attraction and love are different. Attraction can be more temporary, and that's what we're feeling."
"Oh," you said.
You hadn't really ever considered attraction. Being with Adrian was more about duty than it was about desire. It was hard for you to distinguish between the two. But with Fred, it was all desire.
"Once we get our partners back, it will fizzle out," Fred reassured. "In the meantime, I don't think it would be a terrible idea to get it out of our system."
His words sent a crackle of energy through your chest. Was he implying what you thought he was implying?
"What did you have in mind?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. You were nervous.
Fred took a step toward you. "Anything you want," he said, eyeing you from head to toe. "And we don't have to, it's only if you want to."
You gulped. You could think of several things that you wanted, and they all involved nudity.
"I..." you trailed off, trying to form a coherent thought. You could feel your cheeks flaming.
Fred smirked, continuing to approach where you were perched against his desk. "Don't get shy on me now, tiger," he said, his voice coming out like honey.
Fred was only a couple of feet in front of you now. You let out a shuttering breath before you reached for him, pulling him into you by gripping onto his shirt.
Fred stuttered forward, forcing you further back onto his desk. You opened your legs for him to stand between them, pulling him in close as you kissed him relentlessly. Fred muttered a spell into the kiss, clearing off the desk.
His hands immediately found your hips, pulling your chest flush with his. The kisses were hot and bruising, an intensity present that hadn't been there before. You reached into his hair, clawing at his scalp. Fred groaned, pausing the kiss to pull back and look at you.
"What do you want, love?" he asked. His chest was heaving, and his eyes were lidded with desire.
"I want..." you breathed out, your eyes searching his. "I need your mouth."
Fred smirked at you. He leaned down to place wet kisses along the column of your neck, working his way up to your ear.
"Where do you need my mouth?" he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear.
You couldn't stop the gasp that escaped your lips. You arched into him, desperate for more of his touch.
"Anywhere," you answered, sounding breathless. "Everywhere."
Fred continued his kisses along your jaw, your nails digging into the fabric of his uniform shirt. One of his hands found your knee, slowly tracing a finger up the outside of your thigh. It felt like your entire body was vibrating against his touch.
Fred detached his lips from you. "You'll tell me if you wanted to stop, yeah?" he asked, looking into your eyes.
You nodded at him. Fred tsked at you, his hand gripping your thigh.
"Need you to use your words, love," he said, squeezing your thigh.
"Yes, Fred," you said, your words barely coming out as a whisper.
"Good girl," he praised, his lips finding your neck again. You let out a keening noise, tilting your head back to give him better access.
"Yeah? You like being called a good girl?" he rasped between kisses. You keened again, squeezing your thighs tighter around Fred.
Fred reached for the knot of your tie, undoing it with ease while his other hand traced circles on the outside of your thigh. He released his lips from your neck, pulling back to look at you.
He tossed your tie onto the floor, his fingers starting to work on your buttons next. You tried to slow your breathing, but it seemed like your heart was pounding through your chest. You didn't want to want this, but it felt too good.
He popped the last button open, untucking your shirt from your uniform skirt and pulling it open. His eyes devoured you, roaming from your wide pupils and pink mouth down to your newly exposed chest.
Fred's fingers gently traced along your bare side beneath your shirt, making you shiver. He admired your black bra, his thumb running along the underwire.
"Did you wear this just for me?" he teased, a smirk spreading across his kiss-swollen lips.
"No, I wore it for me," you shot back, your own grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. You were finally finding your voice again.
His fingers played along the waist of your skirt. "I'm curious to know if it's a matching set," he said, his nose bumping against yours as he placed a kiss on your lips.
"Mmm, you'll have to find out then," you replied, winding a hand into his hair to pull his mouth to yours again.
Fred nipped at your bottom lip, both of his hands starting to pull at your skirt. You released your hand from his hair, using it to prop yourself up so Fred could work your skirt down your legs.
You were on his desk in only your undergarments, your shirt hanging open on your shoulders. Fred took a step back, taking you in.
"Fuck," he muttered, his gaze flicking from your chest down to your black knickers. Of course they matched. You were a classy girl after all.
You leaned back on your palms, basking in his attention. You opened your legs wider, watching as Fred's jaw dropped open for just a second. You smirked at him.
"Are you just going to keep staring, or are you going to get on your knees?" you asked, your voice confident and sultry.
Fred's eyes snapped up to yours. He instantly dropped to his knees, his gaze never leaving yours for a second. He grabbed behind your knees, pulling you toward him. You let out a little gasp, and the sound made the corner of his mouth quirk upwards.
Fred kissed the inside of your knee, making a trail up your thigh. His fingers dug into the soft skin at the top of your thighs as he nipped at your sensitive skin. He was still holding eye contact as his kisses finally reached the fabric of your knickers.
"Please," you whispered, the word snagging on a ragged breath. You needed his mouth on you without any clothing in the way.
Fred pulled at the waistband of your knickers. You lifted your hips for him as he dragged them down your legs, tossing them to the side.
You were splayed out for him on the desk, your bottom half completely bare. Fred stared, licking his lips like he was preparing for a feast. You smirked down at him, feeling not even an ounce of shame about your nakedness.
Fred kissed your inner thighs, his hands gripping around your hips. He worked his way closer to your center, and your thighs clenched around his head.
He placed a delicate kiss on your center, a quivering sigh falling from your lips. His tongue began to gently lap at you, and your hands gripped at his hair for stability.
Fred flattened his tongue, making long licks from your opening to your clit. He sucked your clit into his mouth and you cried out, your head falling back against the desk with a thump.
Fred continued working on you with his tongue, alternating making tight circles on clit and sucking on it. You pulled at his hair and he groaned, his eyes flicking up to yours.
Your eyes locked on Fred's, wordless communication passing between you. You were clearly enjoying yourself, and so was Fred. You had been wanting this since your kiss in the hallway, and from the fire behind Fred's gaze, so had he.
Fred's hand inched up your stomach, reaching beneath your bra. He found your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. The moans coming out of your mouth only got louder, and you knew you were close to finishing.
"Fuck, Freddie -- I'm gonna, fuck," you mumbled out, your words jumbling as they tumbled from your lips.
Fred continued exactly as he was, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. One of your hands cradled his face, and his fingers dug into your hips.
Your back arched off of the desk as you finished, your thighs tightening even more around Fred's head. He worked you through it, slowing his tongue as you rode through your orgasm.
Your chest was heaving as you came down, sweat beading across your chest. Fred pulled his mouth off of you, leaving a few gentle kisses along your hip bones.
You peered down at him, still catching your breath. "Where did you learn how to do that?" you teased, grinning at him.
Fred grinned back. "Lots of practice, my love," he replied, his thumbs massaging circles into your hips. "Think you can give me one more?"
Your eyes widened at him. Another orgasm? You were still recovering from your first one. This man was going to kill you.
"Fred..." you said, running a hand through his messy hair.
"Let me take care of you," he said, peppering kisses along your lower belly.
"Mmm," you replied, relishing in the feel of his delicate kisses. They felt adoring, a line that you and Fred certainly should not cross.
Fred's mouth began to lower down your belly, finding your center again. You gasped, still sensitive after your first orgasm.
One of his hands left your waist, a finger teasing at your opening. He peered up at you, asking for permission.
All you could do was nod and let out a keening noise that would definitely embarrass you later. Fred pushed his finger in, and you bit your lip at the feeling of the stretch.
Fred's mouth worked on your clit while his finger worked deeper inside you. Swears fell from your mouth as you tightened your grip on Fred's hair.
Your hips started to buck against his mouth, working in time with his finger pulsing inside of you.
"Yeah, love? You like fucking yourself on my face?" Fred purred. His filthy words made your cheeks feel like they were flaming.
He dove another finger in, and you clamped your thighs around him. "Take what you need. So good for me," he muttered into you, working his finger deeper.
Fred found a spot inside of you that made you lose your breath, your back arching off of the desk. He hit the spot again and again, and your legs quivered as he brought you closer to finishing for the second time.
"Come on, you can do it," he encouraged, curling his fingers in just the right way. "Need you to finish for me."
You loved the way he talked to you. It was filthy, it was praising, it was everything you needed. It took only a few more moments before you were falling apart again.
Fred slowed the pace of his fingers, watching you as you came down from your high. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world.
You were breathing hard, your legs trembling around Fred's face. He left a final kiss against your thigh before standing up, pulling you into his arms as he lifted you from the desk. He carried you to his bed, placing you on your back as you tried to catch your breath.
Fred laid down next to you, turning his head to look at you. "Did you get it out of your system?" he asked, his mouth quirking up.
You let out a breathy chuckle. "Maybe not quite," you said, lazily nudging at him with your elbow. "I could use you a bit more."
Fred laughed, bringing a hand up to trace along your chin. You looked at him, your heart swelling in your chest. Since when did he make you feel this way?
"I think the entire dormitory heard you, so you're definitely doing a good job of making them think we're a couple," he said.
Your smile faltered. Was that all this was? A way to get back at Alicia and prove that he had moved on? It was the point of your arrangement, but you were at least hoping that he enjoyed it as much as you did.
You sat up, looking around for your clothes. "I should get going," you said. "I'm supposed to meet Cedric in the library."
Fred got off of the bed, moving so you could retrieve your discarded clothing. "Will I see you at my quidditch match?" he asked, watching you as you pulled on your knickers.
"Of course," you said, grabbing your skirt off of the floor. "It's the one against Slytherin, right?"
Fred nodded. "Ooh, I have just the idea," he said, moving toward his closet.
He pulled out his Gryffindor scarf, handing it to you. "Wear this to the match, will you?"
You held the scarf in your hand, considering it. Wearing a Gryffindor scarf to the rivalry quidditch match? That was a bit of a stretch, but you knew that it would get under Adrian's skin.
"I would love to," you said, grinning at Fred. This would be just the ticket to make Adrian regret everything.
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You found Lee in the Gryffindor stands, waving at him before you approached. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" you asked.
Lee shook his head. "Not at all, I've been meaning to interrogate you about Fred," he replied, sending you a devious smirk.
The quidditch stands were packed, split between green & silver and red & gold. The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match was always the most anticipated face-down of the season.
You grinned at Lee, playing with the ends of Fred's scarf. You had already received plenty of glares from Slytherin students. They saw you as a traitor for rooting for your "boyfriend's" team.
"I'm ready for your interrogation," you said, sitting next to Lee on the bench.
"Are you and Fred actually dating?" Lee asked, cutting right to the question without any fluff.
Your eyebrows shot up in shock. "What makes you think that we're not?"
Lee shrugged. "You two are just so...different," he said. "And he really loved Alicia. I can't believe that he'd already be with someone else."
The tips of your ears were turning red, and you clenched your fists in your lap. Lee was right, but hearing the words made you feel unsettled.
"I don't know how to explain it," you started, fixing Lee with your most sincere look. "But we really connected during detention. We both had a lot of assumptions about each other, but once we actually spent time together alone...I don't know, everything changed."
Lee considered your words, puckering his lips. "I guess," he said. "I don't have anything against you, I just never expected Fred to date you."
You grinned at Lee. "I didn't expect it either," you said. "Fred has a way of growing on you. Like a parasite."
Lee laughed. You took a breath of relief, feeling like you escaped his questioning and passed the worst of his scrutiny. Lee was known for his lack of filter, and you felt lucky to have survived him.
There was more truth to your words than you expected. Your view of Fred had changed completely. You had thought that he was a careless troublemaker who only ever hoped to get under your skin, but now...he was so much more. You saw his sensitivity, his intelligence, and the pressure he felt to be someone extraordinary. It was endearing.
The teams emerged from the locker room, pulling your attention to the pitch. You spotted Fred, trying to catch his eye. He searched the stands before he found you, sending you a wink and a cheeky grin.
Your eyes flicked to Adrian on the opposite end of the pitch. His gaze was locked on you, taking in the Gryffindor scarf wrapped around your neck. He looked furious, and his fiery gaze was boring right into you.
You smirked to yourself, pleased to have made him so angry. You found Alicia on the pitch, her eyes bouncing between you and Adrian. She narrowed her eyes, trying to decipher what was going on. She seemed suspicious of you.
The teams lined up, preparing for the starting horn. You were nervous, hoping that Fred would pull through with a win for Gryffindor. It was the first and likely only time that you had cheered for Gryffindor during this matchup.
The horn blared and the teams were off, whizzing by on their brooms. You could barely focus on the match. A nervousness was brewing in your stomach. Was Alicia catching on? If Lee doubted your relationship with Fred, who else did?
If you really took the time to think about it, the whole situation made you feel foolish. Cedric's words echoed through your head, reminding you of how immature all of this was. Maybe it was a mistake to agree to this. But in a way, you didn't want it to end.
While you were still lost in your thoughts, the match horn blared again. Harry had caught the golden snitch. The Gryffindor team landed on the pitch, running to crush him in a hug. You and Lee were on your feet, clapping and whooping for the team. You were proud of them, even if it meant a loss for your own house.
You and Lee joined the students that were going down to the pitch to congratulate the team. You had barely gotten a foot onto the pitch before Fred spotted you. He rushed over, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. He pulled you off of your feet, and you let out a squeak of surprise.
"My good luck charm," he said to you, spinning you around.
You laughed at him. "That was all you, Freddie," you replied.
He put you down. He was staring at you with a charged look, and he began to grin. "Since when did you start calling me 'Freddie'?" he asked.
You rolled your eyes. "Merlin forbid your girlfriend has a nickname for you," you said, suppressing your own grin. You hadn't even noticed the shift until Fred pointed it out.
"It's cute," he said, wrapping his hands around your waist. "I'm more used to you calling me 'arsehole'."
You laughed, reaching up to lace your fingers around his neck. "If the shoe fits..." you teased, your smile finally peeking through.
Fred smiled back for a moment before he leaned down to kiss you. It was a sweet kiss, full of tenderness and adoration. Nothing like what you had shared in his dormitory.
He pulled back, looking at you with a grin before giving you a quick peck on the top of your head. "I have to get cleaned up with the team, will you wait for me?"
You nodded, trying to fight the blush that you knew was forming on your cheeks. To your surprise, Fred didn't comment on it before he turned to leave. It was the adoring kisses like that that made your cheeks burn. Even though Fred had seen you almost completely naked, one gentle kiss could set you ablaze.
"You're really wearing that git's scarf?" Adrian said from behind you. You were lost in your trance thinking about Fred, and his words jarred you back to reality.
You turned to face him. "He's my boyfriend, Adrian," you said. "Of course I'm going to wear his scarf."
"But wearing Gryffindor colors to the rivalry match? You're practically a blood traitor," he said, his fury evident all over his face. "Not to mention your association with a Weasley."
You squared your shoulders, preparing for an argument. "You're one to talk about blood traitors," you spat back. "You've been sticking your dick into every girl at Hogwarts regardless of her bloodline."
Other students were turning to watch the confrontation. You didn't even notice; you couldn't see past the rage that was making your vision feel blurry.
"And don't you ever say a bad word about Fred," you said, balling your fists as you glared at Adrian. "He doesn't need status to prove anything. He is more than good enough on his own."
Adrian glared back at you. "Let me know when you're done being delusional," he said, turning to walk toward his locker room.
You felt like you were going to scream. Your nails were digging into your palms so hard that there would be indents left behind.
What did you even see in Adrian? Had he always acted like this, and had you always just...accepted it? You didn't want to be anything like him or the purebloods who thought that they were superior.
"That was wicked," Lee said, sidling up to you. He was grinning, clearly proud of your defense of Fred.
You let out a breath. "Adrian can be such a..." you trailed off.
"Wanker?" Lee filled in for you.
You laughed. "Yes, that sounds like a good word for it."
Lee knocked your shoulder with his. "Hey, you're alright," he said. "I can see why Fred likes you."
You thanked him with a smile. Selling the charade to his friends was exactly what Fred would want, but it was starting to make your stomach feel sour. The more time you spent with Fred, the less you wanted to be with Adrian. But Fred still wanted Alicia.
The whole ruse of dating Fred was the closest you could ever come to actually being with him. Even if he wanted to get back with Alicia, you still had time before she made her move. And you were intending to use that time very wisely.
inko coos holding up izuku’s baby all might onesie, her eyes already tearing up remembering when he was so small. she looks at you with pink cheeks and sniffles softly before izuku is there taking the onesie from her and pulling her into a hug.
“i’m still your baby.” he chuckles.
“i want grandkids.” she buries her face in his neck.
he couldn’t focus at all throughout dinner and looked at you sheepishly every time you called his name to get his attention. when he would look at you all he could see was your glowing face holding a green haired baby, he’d blink the vision away each time his mom grabbed his attention.
the end of dinner couldn’t come soon enough, he had to keep adjusting from how hard he was getting and his blush was slowly creeping up his neck. he had to assure his mom he was just tired and she finally allowed the two of you to leave, with the all might onesie gripped in his hand. he helped you into the car and the first couple minutes were silent with his hand gripped onto your thigh.
“zuku what’s wrong?” you bury your hand in his hair.
“nothing baby.” he reaches up for your hand and brings it to his mouth.
“you sure.” you tangle your fingers with his and bring them to your lap.
“mhm.” he smiles at you.
the rest of the ride home is filled with growing tension, not bad but hot and ready to burst. you’re squirming in your seat, fingers flexing in his as this energy flows off of him. when he parks the car he turns to you with blown pupils.
“izu?” you whisper.
“do you.. my mom said..” his mind is all over the place but always landing on a picture of you under him with your legs pressed to your chest as he breeds you. “a kid. do you wanna have a kid?” he searches your eyes.
“oh!” you let out a little giggle. “is that what you’ve been distracted by?”
“yes.” he doesn’t hesitate. “do you?”
“mhm.” you smile. “i- oh!”
he’s out of the car the next second and opening your door and helping you out. he pulls you to the elevator and when you both are sealed behind the doors his mouth is on yours, hot and searing. you melt into him, gasping when he lifts you up and holds you tightly. the elevator stops but he doesn’t, just carries you down the hall to the apartment and fumbles with his keys.
once you’re inside, the door is kicked shut and he’s making a straight line for the bedroom. he sets you down only to rid you both of your clothes before he tosses you back on the bed. you bounce up and down with a soft giggle, propping yourself up on your elbows but he’s already crawling between your legs. he kisses up your body before he takes your lips with his.
“izuku.” you whine into his mouth.
“hm?” he kisses down your neck, hand slipping between your thighs and letting his fingers tease your folds.
“mmf!” you arch into him.
“you’re gonna look so so pretty pregnant.” he mumbles against your skin.
“what if i get too cranky or-”
“don’t care.” he shakes his head, his hair tickling your skin. “gonna be round and have my baby in your tummy.” he nods, nipping softly at your neck. “everyone’s gonna know you’re mine.”
he gets you dripping quickly, his fingers know exactly how to work you and his mouth on your neck leaves little marks in its wake. he circles two fingers around your dripping hole and slowly pushes them in, lifting up so he can watch each little change in your face as he starts to fuck them into you.
“please, i want you.” you tangle your fingers in his hair.
he planned to make you cum first but you’re already so wet and he’s been waiting all night to finally get you under him. he pulls his fingers out and gathers up your legs, pushing them up to your chest and holding them there with one arm while he lines himself up.
“ready to have a little baby crawling around?” he pushes his tip in. “we’re gonna have to give em a sibling or two.” he sinks another inch in.
“yes!” you gasp, toes curling as he stretches you open.
his mind goes a little blank, both hands now holding the backs of your knees as he pushes the rest of the way in. you’re making the sweetest sounds, tossing your head back to the pillows when he rolls his hips into yours.
“zukuuu!” you whine.
”i know baby.” he coos, starting to pull out to slowly split you back open.
each time he pushes back into you it feels a little deeper, a little harder. he rests your ankles on his shoulders and his hands dig into the mattress beside you as his hips start snapping into yours. you’re holding onto his arms, nails digging in, sending a shiver down his spine.
he starts pounding into you, whining so pretty as your greedy cunt soaks him and sucks him in. your thighs are shaking, hair sweaty and stuck to your forehead as he works you up. you already feel your orgasm about to snap and with a few more rolls of his hips you’re cumming.
”she’s tryna milk me already.” he lets out a breathy laugh, fucking you through it.
your mouth is hanging open and letting every sound spill out into the room while he starts to fuck you even harder. he lifts back up and digs his fingers into your claves and presses them to your chest as he ruts into you. your eyes are rolling back, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, feet twitching as pleasure keeps bursting throughout your body.
another orgasm slams through you, taking over all of your senses and izuku grunts, hips faltering. a couple more harsh thrusts and his hips stop when they’re flush with yours as he spills rope after rope into you.
“fuck baby.” he grunts, rocking his hips into yours.
“izu.” you whine.
”shh shh shh.” he coos. “not done yet.” you feel his cock twitch and your toes curl.
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🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero izuku midoriya & fem!reader. oral sex, somnophilia, established relationship, dom and sub dynamics, care taker izuku. -> izuku implements a seven step nightly routine that always ends with the taste of you on his tongue.
nightly routine with izuku includes a shower together where he scrubs you clean n puts a hand between your legs ton wash you up but he doesn’t touch you and pretends … pretends not to notice the way your thighs quiver around his wrist or how you reach back to curl your fingers in his hair for stability. sudsy kisses pressed on your shoulders and soapy digits splayed against your tummy to keep you still. “gotta make sure you’re squeaky clean, hm baby?”
then he oils and moisturises you up before bed, he’s already picked out your PJs — something that smells like baby detergent, clean and lacy and barely there and you know what the fabric means and he just pretends that they’re ordinary jammies. big scarred hands working through the knots in your body, squeezing and tugging on your thighs and the fat at your hips and thumbs pressing into your nipples and even still — izuku will smile as though nothing is happening, nothing is going to happen. playing with you, toying with his sweet baby who grows sleepier by the second.
you’re already drifting by the time izuku pulls away from your embrace, an iron grip not quite iron when he’s so easily able to break free. he’s over you, a finger to his lips making a shhhh sound when you whine because he’s not going anywhere, not really, shimmying his way down your torso — tongue circling your belly button, hot kisses against your warm flesh. “sleepy time, baby, don’t make a fuss,” he hums, because you will attempt to kick your feet and bring izuku back up for cuddles. “hands to yourself please.”
so you sling your arms over your sleepy face and let him draw your knees up to a bend, his teeth already grazing at your swollen clit from over your sweet little boy shorts. pulse erratic just like your heartbeat which is no where near calm enough to sleep. “miss you, come back.”
“don’t be a silly girl, ‘m right here,” deku’s voice pinches and peaks with condescension. the sound rumbles through your syrupy, tortured cunt — clenching around nothing, self-lubricating as she lies in wait for your boyfriend’s fingers or tongue. you’ve been waiting all day to be touched properly, the teasing and the taunting putting you on the edge where you toe the line between heaven and hell. “relax for me, let’s go to sleep — yeah?”
slick glues the seam of your shorts to your aching, vacant hole as izuku carefully peels them away, tucking one leg behind your pudgy pussy lips. clear and stringy between your folds — tantalisingly good enough to eat, and while the position of your clothing is awkward and uncomfortable, it’s irritation is minuscule in size when compared to that first stroke of his tongue against you. curling at your clit, knocking the little nub from side to side. slurping sounds slip between moans of gluttony, that mimics that of a man sheathing himself inside his partner raw for the first time.
jaded eyes sparked with a mischievous or borderline evil emerald peek from over your stomach, rising and falling with heavy breathing that only comes with someone losing consciousness to sleep. “lift your hips, c’mon pup,” he coos, slack jaw, words breathy whilst he tongues at your quivering entrance — carefully thrusting along your silken walls. you slowly begin to obey, rocking upwards and bowing into his eager open mouth. “look at that, there we go. you listen so well.”
your body does. only to him. as soon as you’re up, nimble fingers slide up to the base of your spine and hold you in place — against the mouth that works on you until you’re drenched and dripping down his chin. the flex of his jaw, as he drinks you down as though you’re aged whisky. rare. a treat undeserved by a mere man such as himself.
“baby, tell me about your day.” izuku drawls like a man lost without water for days, pausing for air, lapping at the wet inner crease of your thigh where spit and arousal marry to become one.
he latches onto you, while you find mental strength to mumble about your day plans. sucks a swollen fold between perfect white teeth, sending blood flow straight down south. “was good — mmnph — got my nails done ‘n went shoppin’…” the hero keeps you talking until you’re hazy, heated and half a second away from sinking into sleep. blinking away the blur that fades the edges of your vision, pleasure melding with exhaustion — you meet eyes and they’re already on you as though he hasn’t given a thought to look away from your parted lips and bobbing throat. just as you open your mouth to continue, his tongue laps at your candied cunt and squirms into you, pressing against the gushy, gummy spot nestled deep within. “oh, oooh! got somethin’ new for you.”
and you’re so sweet, god you are. in taste and in physical form. izuku gets the kind joy from you as a kid would at a candy store — static straight to his brain when you whimper into night’s humid blanket and squeeze your thighs around his head. arousal seeping through your sleep shorts to fuel him on as you pour your chalice straight into his mouth.
“for me? god, ‘m a lucky guy. aren’t i? can’t wait to see it…” he chuckles, almost humbly. words nestled against your soaked slit like a promise of other worldly ecstasy. a whisper in the wind, a heart shaped signature against your clit. “i think i want you to cum now, angel. nice and hard, let your body unwind. give me all you can.”
you listen again, every fibre and nerve ending in your body following izuku’s command like a dog who’s well trained and knows her tricks off by heart. at this point, you’ve barely any strength or will to stay awake. the stars align and moon flashes bright behind your drawn curtains — you cum against greedy lips and a tongue that smooths over your sluice sex like a salve, blacking out and falling victim to the soothing voice of sleep.
“lights out, baby,” izuku coos through the after shocks, all in a days work for his pretty baby.
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@rosesforshoto saw your size kink blurb and went into a fugue state
“hate when guys say that ‘you can take it’ shit.” you’re just tipsy enough to admit this to shouto. even though you shouldn’t tell him, not when the breadth of his shoulders can be seen in your peripheral. he’s so big. heat rips across your face.
“why’s that?” shouto, polite and deadpan as always, no matter the subject matter.
“because they always just stick it in with minimal prep. expecting you to adjust.”
shouto crinkles his nose in disgust. he’s a lot more expressive these days, but that’s a new one.
he's silent for a while, and you briefly contemplate sinking into the floor.
"they're missing out," he finally says. when he catches your eye, he's smiling. one full of mischief, like he can't believe some men could truly be so stupid.
despite your protests, he tucks you to bed shortly after. you feel how intently his eyes watch you as he hands you a glass of water, swallowing the pills he keeps in the cabinet specifically so you don't feel like shit the next day.
he likes taking care of you, and you like letting him.
"night, sho."
when he's certain you're asleep, he responds.
"night, love."
he leaves you on the futon because it's the only thing he can do in good conscience. he wrenches the shower to the hottest setting. steam hot enough to peel paint fills the bathroom. water pours down his back as he brackets both arms on the wall.
he'd be so gentle with you. steadily working you open, keeping you preoccupied with kisses. fuck, he wants to kiss you so badly. he wants to feel you cum around one finger while you gasp and keen in his mouth.
you'd need at least four orgasms before he felt comfortable with you taking him. maybe even five. his hands twists around the head of his cock. one more stroke and he'll be painting the wall. shouto squeezes his balls, groaning into the crook of his elbow and the shower wall. they're full and tight, aching at the slightest touch.
he'll give you six, he decides. his fist works harder. six orgasms with his tongue, his hands, his mouth.
and then he'll be able to work you down onto his cock, inch by inch, until all doubts of "taking him" are dispelled from your mind.
dating a guy who’s loved by half the population specially girls is exhausting sometimes. because they'd always stop him during dates for pictures just to cling onto his arm a little too long. waitresses suddenly start acting sweeter when they recognize him, strangers whispers about how attractive he is right in front of you like you aren’t there. and after a while, you had learned to live with it.
but every single time, he makes it impossible for anyone else to miss the fact that he’s yours. he pulls you closer. wraps his hand around your waist, kisses your temple, introducing you with this proud little "this is my girlfriend." until they stop. sometimes he’ll look at you with this stupidly soft expression while people are still staring at him, and suddenly you’re the one getting all the attention instead.
because for someone everyone wants, he only ever seems to look at you.
which is why the internet loses its mind when he posts you for the first time. not a hidden face or a soft launch, but an actual photo of you together. the one with his arm around your shoulders while you laugh at something off camera, completely unaware he’s looking at you like you hung the moon.
he tells you over and over not to read the comments, but you do anyway, scrolling through people asking who even are you or why he’s dating you at all until he catches you. he sighs softly, and pulls you into his lap. “baby,” he murmurs against your hair, “why are you listening to people who don’t know me when i’m right here loving you?”
as he was about to take your phone away from your hands, his eyes reach one particular comment that said, "i've met them irl and when i swear to god he sounded so annoyed with her."
he gently takes your phone, sets it aside, and captures the hand that was holding it. his fingers slide between yours, interlocking them in a firm, possessive grip. He brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles before bringing his lips to your ear.
"they don't know what i sound like when i'm inside you, do they?"
his voice low against your ear. you shiver as his warm breath tickles your skin, your body instinctively leaning into his touch. "well, they don't know anything," you whisper back, your voice barely audible.
he chuckles softly, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you. "exactly." His lips trace a path from your earlobe to your jaw, leaving a trail of soft kisses that make your toes curl. when he reaches your neck, he nips at the sensitive skin there, just hard enough to leave a faint mark - a claim for anyone who might see.
you gasp at the slight sting, tilting your head to give him better access. "someone might see that," you manage to say between breaths.
"someone should see that." he murmurs against your skin before returning to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. his tongue teases yours as his hands begin their exploration - one cupping your breast through your shirt, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbles under his touch, while the other works at the buttons of your shirt.
"let them see," he says between kisses, finally undoing the last button and pushing the fabric from your shoulders. "and wonder why I'd ever look at anyone else when I have you."
your bra follows quickly, his warm hands immediately replacing the lace as he palms your breasts. "you're so perfect," he breathes, thumbing your nipples again. "absolutely perfect."
his mouth trails down your neck once more, this time lower, taking one nipple between his lips and sucking gently. Your back arches instinctively, a soft moan escaping your lips as his other hand works at removing your skirt and panties in one smooth motion.
when you're completely bare before him, he pulls back slightly, "you know what you are to me?" his eyes dark with desire as they roam over every inch of you. "a goddess," he whispers, tracing his fingers down your stomach. "that's what you are. and I'm the luckiest man alive to worship at your altar."
he shifts beneath you. you can feel his hardness pressing against you through his jeans. "so, my goddess, tell me what you want." he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips as he positions you over him. "i'll do anything for you."
you bite your lip, reaching down to palm his erection through the denim. "you," you say simply. "just you."
with a groan, he lifts you, but not to free himself. Instead, he repositions you until your dripping sex is hovering directly in front of his face. His eyes darken as he stares at your glistening folds, his breath warm against your sensitive skin.
"fuck, look at this pretty pussy," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "all mine to worship."
Hhs hands grip your hips tighter as he pulls you closer, his tongue darting out to taste you. a sharp gasp escapes your lips as he licks a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. one hand leaves your hip to roughly grab your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers.
"you taste so fucking good," he groans against your core. "i could eat this sweet pussy all night."
his mouth closes around your clit, sucking hard as his tongue flicks rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips begin to move instinctively, grinding against his face as he devours you. His other hand joins the first, roughly kneading both breasts as you ride his face.
"that's it, my goddess," he encourages, his words muffled against your flesh. "use my face. fucking ride it."
his tongue plunges into your entrance, fucking you in rhythm with your grinding hips. the wet sounds of his mouth on your sex fill the room, mingling with your increasingly desperate moans. gis nose presses against your clit as he tongue-fucks you deeper, his hands still roughly massaging your breasts.
"mine," he whispers against your clit. "all mine."
"yours," you gasp back, your fingers tangling in his hair as you match his pace. "always yours." he always knows how to help you forget something that upsets you.
I’m so in between Tom being into bdsm and so kinky vs him being painfully conservative in bed 😭 honestly what do you think?
this is honestly a good question! personally, I’d say if we speak about canon/close-to-canon Tom he’d be rather conservative? I see him being minimal on foreplay and the only position he’ll do is prone bone. just a vanilla guy who tries to get you off by what he’s doing, but if it isn’t enough, that’s it. you get me? that’s at least what I think is the norm—if he’s angry or irritated he’ll have you on your knees in no time, gripping your hair while he uses your mouth to let off some steam.
in fanfiction, I am a hard dom!Tom truther. I know I have not written many fics like that, but honestly it fits him pretty well. I mean that man is definitely 100% a sadist. he loves seeing your tears, he loves giving you bruises, marking, branding you. he makes sure to tie the ropes around your wrist so tight, your skin will be irritated and raw after he’s done with you. he’ll make you beg for his mercy too. always giving you one, two, three more orgasms/spanks than you say you can take. you don’t have another choice anyway—wrists and ankles tied to the bedpost, there’s no way you’re escaping him. your pain (good pain, of course) gives him a sense of satisfaction.
especially after he’s had a rough day of being surrounded by idiots, his favourite activity is bending you over his lap, your legs secured between his to keep you from moving around, and making you count. sometimes it’s 20, sometimes it’s 35, though often times he doesn’t stop until his palm is growing sore and you’re a sobbing mess, trembling beneath his touch.
it’s not really that much about physical pleasure for him—seeing you break, whimpering a string of small I am sorry’s even though you didn’t do anything out of place is the most gratification he could ask for.
but don’t get me wrong—this man values after care more than anything else. as before mentioned, he is the one to wreck you and yet he loves rebuilding you even more. words of affirmation, physical touch, taking a bath together, massaging your sore wrists with a cooling ointment—he’ll do it all. <3
try as he might, nerdjo never could have guessed that he had a pain, or worse, humiliation kink.
he knew he was a pathetic simp for you—that was just a gross fact, like the way his words would stumble whenever you pressed the feeblest kiss on his cheek. but he hadn't walked into this hoping to get off on you hating his guts. that was too sick, even for him.
it was a complete tragedy when it first happened. you were screaming your head off over his constant postponement of your shared group work, and your hand just swung out, smacking his cheek. it wasn't even a hard hit, but the shock of your rage confused his sensations.
his vision swam, and an instant heat burned his face alongside an odd twinge. he readjusted his askew glasses with a defiant hand, trying to scoff and mutter something about you being "unreasonably dramatic and prissy" when he felt that ugly, sudden pressure straining his jeans.
when you eventually realized, you went stone still, eyes dropping straight down. “satoru, are you..?”
he just shriveled up, trying to wiggle away, shifting his hips sideways to hide the evidence. "w-why are you looking there? it's a perfectly normal response for a guy... don't flatter yourself."
meanwhile, he was praying silently to an almighty power, begging for you to just look away. but by every contrast, you did the cruelest thing you could think of. you pressed your thigh against his groin, grinding firmly. a tiny "oof" escaped his plush lips, hips giving a needy twitch.
“you’re hard?” your words felt like a court's final sentencing order that scared the living shit out of him. “you seriously get off on this?”
the horror washed over his pale face, suffocating him severely, but even then, he tried to push your shoulder back with a weak laugh. "get off on you? puh-lease, as if your awful temper could ever—ah!" he cut himself off as you rubbed yourself on a particularly sensetive area, his eyes flaring up wide. the most disgusting part of his messed-up self was exposed bright-lit under your rage. his whole face was red with embarrassment.
and yet, he got impossibly harder against your leg, a fat lenght twitching violently in his jeans.
your hand shot down, crushing the denim with all your strength. all your anger, all your nasty frustration, went into that squeeze on his cock. why couldn't he just shut his big mouth and agree that he was a smug asshole?
a keen, erotic moan tore out of his throat, the kind you'd stumble across on some cheap, exaggerated porn. his whole body arched, hips bucking into your merciless hand. "a-ah! let go—" he gasped out, his muscly body moving against his own voluntarily decision, pleading for more of this sweet torture. "it's—it's not about you! i already told you that!"
he was really quivering now, sweat dampening his hairline and down his forehead while his hips kept stuttering against your fist.
“a few slaps and you just get a hard-on?” you spat, not easing up the grip for a second. "you really are a freak, still denying it while your dick’s telling on you. disgusting.”
satoru hissed out a breathy whimper, azure eyes squeezed shut behind his overly expensive frames. his body slammed back against the wall, an intense rapture rushing through his entire body. a dark, wet patch bloomed fast through the fabric, right under your palm, moistening your fingers. a reedy whine escaped him as he came into his pants, his legs buckling before he slumped against the wall, completely spent.
best believe, you made a point of hitting him more frequently from then on.
what about professor!Riddle who dies to eat you out?
hm? what if he was literally fuckin starving for your pussy? what then? what if he’d lift u onto the edge of his desk, spread your pretty plush thighs, sink to his knees and get to his favourite meal? what if he spat on it too? create such a slick mess between your thighs that his tongue fucking your pulsing hole draws the filthiest sounds from both your pussy and mouth? what if he left you shakin, dumb with the amounts of orgasms he makes you reach? finally detached from your slick folds with his chin soaked with your arousal, dripping down onto his fine, hand-tailored suit? and all he does is grin? because he has satisfied his burning hunger? because you look like a proper, fucked out mess?
Being in a relationship with both a brat tamer and a brat maker is its own special kind of hell.
Zayne goes away for work and for the whole time he's away Caleb spoils you rotten, knowing that on his return you'll be needy and demanding - something that Zayne absolutely does not tolerate for long.
A pout and a stomped foot at not getting your way and you'll be over Zayne's knee in the blink of an eye, ass red and on fire. And all the while Caleb will be sat watching your punishment with a smug smirk as he tugs at his cock, precum leaking out at the sound of your whining and whimpering.
But Zayne is no better. He watches Caleb give into your every whim, creating the spoiled brat that he loves to tame. He could stop him, or at the very least warn you that if your behaviour continues there'll be consequences.
Yet he stays silent, waits until you lower your guard and forget that Zayne is most definitely not Caleb. He denies you something simple - perhaps a dessert or a new plushie to add to your ever growing collection - anything really. Anything to get you to have one of your little tantrums.
And once he hears that oh so familiar whine of Zaaaaynnee leave your lips he knows you're ready to be put back in your place.
Usually it's with a firm hand on your behind, underwear pulled down and ass on full display, until you go limp and pliant over his lap. Sometimes it's by tying you to the bed and teasing your poor little clit with a vibrator until tears are forming in your eyes.
But if he's feeling extra cruel he'll have Caleb fuck you at the same time. Zayne will stand quietly at the side, cock straining against his trousers, as he holds a wand to your sensitive cunt, and simply listens as Caleb coos at you with that false sympathy he saves just for these occasions. Maybe he lets you come, maybe he doesn't.
They play off of each other; Caleb spoils you and Zayne reins you back in. Yes, you quickly learnt that your two boyfriends love to work together. And no, you wouldn't change a thing.
“Caleb, jeez!! What did you drink?? I can smell 5 different alcohol beverages on you” you complain, helping him dodge the shoes at the entrance.
“It were six!” he said highly amused and held up 8 fingers.
What was supposed to be a game of poker with his friends, turned into a competitive drinking game, causing him to be..like this.
“Pipsqueak!” his voice all cutesy now. “Wait, can I still call you Pipsqueak, Pipsqueak?” his eyes entering puppy mode.
Before you can answer him, he goes “Mmmh yeah~ you’re my wittle little Pipsqueak, Pipsqueak~~” he’s nuzzling against your chest now, acting like an innocent cat, but is actually just finding an excuse to bury his face in your tits.
“I-I can’t help myself” he claims innocently.
“I just want to…” his voice breathy and needy, as he tugs at your tank top, exposing your tits
“…drink some more” his voice now a growl and he – “CALEB!!” you gasp – snags your nipple into his mouth.
“CALEB–OUCH! GENTLE!” you let out as Caleb’s nibble turned into a bite.
“Oh—OH NO, I’m sorryyy!! I didn’t mean- I mean, I did, but not like- not to hurt you” he’s sitting on his heels, hugging your thighs now, genuinely guilty – your core burning up from cuteness aggressions.
“Let me..,” he stands up, still a bit unsteady on his feet “..make it up to you, yeah?” and scoops you up, carrying you bridal style…
Determined he wobbles towards the bedroom, accidentally stubbing his toe on the dresser, before throwing you on the bed with a bit too much force.
“Caleb, softer please!!” you say, landing a little unsteady.
Caleb moves to undress, his voice now suddenly serious, but the amusement in his tone slips through:
“10-04 Pipsqueak has landed! Jetstream jitters included, all systems stable. Initiating boarding, brace for impact.”
He’s throws himself on you, then goes in for a hungry and sloppy kiss. He buries his tongue deep into your throat, grunting loudly from pleasure and breathing heavy – his kisses wet and messy.
He sits up and pulls you with him… only to topple onto his back with you on top, having misjudged his own strength.
“You really go full factory reset when you’re drunk, huh?” you tease, letting your fingers glide through his hair.
You feel his cock pulsating against you, but Caleb is clearly too drunk to top you.
He glances down, then back at you, eyes wide and needy.
“Requesting assistance…” he says, tone kind and innocent, dripping with longing.
You give him a sweet smile. You love it when he gets all nerdy and needy when drunk.
“Say please?”
“Please” no hesitation, his voice soft.
You begin stroking him, occasionally teasing him by caressing your clit with the tip of his cock or brushing it lightly against your entrance, never fully sliding him in.
Caleb can’t stop whimpering & gasping sharply through his teeth, clearly loving it but also tormented by your teasing.
He doesn’t protest, so you decide to free him. As he tightens his grip on you, you decide to take his full length in one swift motion.
“Fuck…” you hear him swearing something under his breath as you slowly move up and down.
Before you can speed up your pace, Caleb suddenly giggles. You give him a confused look, wondering what’s going on.
He glances down, looking now at his cock, buried inside of you and says: “Boarding complete.”
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