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20 smth

[vanillarosekiss]

simon riley x teacher!reader

lowk kinda shit but enjoy after 2 months of no posts (which btw i've gone thru a tragic failed talking stage recently that's been making crash out, so i'm thinking writing hella smut may fix that..? we'll see).

content warnings: vanilla (sort of but not really), fingering, praise kink, sliiiight degredation, mean simon but only playful, time skip cuz i'm lazy like that!

word count: 1.4k

Often, parent-teacher conferences were the bane of your life. Excruciatingly painful hours spent (after an already long day) talking to the children's parents, some of whom were particularly difficult in nature. Still, it had to be done, and it was just another part of your job that needed doing.

However, you did enjoy seeing the parent's faces lighting up when you spoke well of their child, pride becoming one of the most common recurrences in your classroom as most of the kids were perfect. One little girl in particular had a (secret) special place in your heart. The girl in question, Emma Riley, had been an absolute delight to have in class.

She shared her crayons. She said "please" and "thank you". She hugged everyone good morning. That kind of kid made teaching feel like bliss. So naturally, even when you were slightly apprehensive on the night of parent-teacher conference, you were excited almost to meet who had raised such a polite little girl. You expected someone gentle. Maybe a bit shy. Probably the kind of man who read bedtime stories to her every night.

What you weren't expecting was him.

He walked into the tiny classroom with heavy boots and a quiet kind of weight. Broad, muscular shoulders stood out the most on him, and the black hoodie that was layered under his jacket made him seem even bigger. The skull print balaclava peeking out from his pocket wads enough to make you blink twice. Interesting.

"You must be Mr. Riley," you said, standing quickly and offering a smile. "Thank you so much for coming."

His gaze flicked over the cheerful posters on the wall, all hand-made and coloured by the children, before it landed on you. Soft lavender knit sweater, pastel yellow painted nails, and a small dainty necklace resting on your chest. You looked like you belonged in a picture book.

"I try not to make a habit out of it," he said dryly shaking your hand, "But Emma insisted."

That made you laugh. "Well, she's very persuasive. And, honestly? A complete angel. One of the sweetest kids I've ever had."

Simon raised a mock brow. "Emma Riley? My kid?"

You pulled out a folder of drawings. "She helps everyone, always cleans up after herself, she even wrote the cutest story about a unicorn who makes sure everyone is included at lunch. Would you like to see it?"

He stared at the glitter-covered paper you gave him, silent.

"She's such a sweetheart to have in class, really. You must be doing a wonderful job with her. And her mum too, of course. I'd love to meet her one day..?"

A tightness set in around his mouth, something that shifted his expression. "I do my best," he muttered. "Emma's mother hasn't been in the picture since she was a couple years old, so you won't be meeting her."

You paused, unsure how to respond, fingers still brushing over the glittered corner of the drawing you had taken to put back into the folder. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume- "

He shook his head gently, the edge of his mouth lifting. "No s'alright. Just... not something I talk about much."

For a moment there was quiet, the kind that lingered. Then his eyes found yours again. A little softer, less guarded.

"She talks a lot about you, y'know. My kid. You've certainly made an impression."

That made you smile, a warmth blooming inside your soft cage of bone. "She's a special one. Honestly, I feel lucky."

There was a brief look he gave you, unreadable, before his mouth twitched into qa small smirk.

"You really are sweet, aren't ya?" His tone dipped. "Almost too sweet."

You blinked at him, like a deer caught in headlights, caught off guard. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Simon leaned in slightly, teasing and curious. "Just noticing. Makes me wonder if you're like that all the time... or just in a classroom full of six-year-olds."

You felt your face go warm, heart skipping a beat, as a warmth spread past your core and downwards to somewhere much more private.

"I- well-"

His eyes dropped to your mouth for a second too long. "Mm. That's what i thought."

—

The last thing you had ever expected from the conference was to end up back at Simon's house later that evening, tucked underneath him on his sofa as his daughter slept soundly upstairs.

Arching into every touch, gasping at his hands on your skin. You were so utterly sweet about it. No attitude at all, just soft whimpers and wide doe-eyes like this was the first time someone had ever really handled you.

"Let me walk you back in here like a little lamb, didn't you?" he murmurs. "Didn't even ask what I'd do to to you. Just nodded and followed."

"I trust you," you whisper out into the room.

He chuckled softly. "That's the stupidest part, sweeth'art."

"You're clearly so vanilla, it hurts. S'pathetic how turned on you get just from my voice," he says, hand dipping into your panties, disregard to the skirt that he'd slipped off of you earlier (that was now crumpled up on the floor). "You wanna be used a little, don't ya?"

You moaned, nodding helplessly.

"Course you do. You're too soft to ask for it. You want someone to make you dirty instead."

He was kissing you all over, drawn to your lips over everything, hands moving effortlessly atop your pearl making you gasp in an unexpected pleasure.

"You walk around all day giving stickers out and singing songs, actin' like you've got a single thought in that head of yours that isn't being touched like this."

He was being mean in a playful way, and you knew it.

'Si-" you whimpered out, eyes closed and breathless.

He grabbed your jaw with his free hand, gently but firm, tilting your head to make you look him in the eyes.

"No." he said. "Don't get shy on me now. You're the one who let me bring you back home with me. You're the one who begged me with those pretty eyes."

Your lips trembled slightly in the feeling.

"You knew exactly what you were doing. All soft and innocent like some little doll. And now look at ya. Letting me pull you apart string by string like it's the first time anyone's made you feel good."

You let out the tiniest noise as your thighs clenched together with his hand almost trapped in between. You felt another gush leak from your slit, a wave of embarrassment hitting your cheeks in a pinkish blush.

"Fuckin' hell sweeth'art. You're soaked" he teased, curling his fingers back into something reverent.

You were so utterly embarrassed. Laying on the sofa you even resorting to panting now you were that desperate. But he didn't rush. He didn't stop, either.

"God, you're so fuckin' soft. You don't even fight it do ya? Y'just give in." Simon leaned in closer, his free hand now stroking your side, grounding you as he kept you on edge.

"Don't you dare close your eyes."

You looked at him, barely, tears brimming out of pleasure with your pupils expanded wider than ever.

"Good girl," he whispered, breath hot against your lips. "There she is."

He sped his movements up, not much, but enough to just tip you over the edge with enough pressure to make you gasp and try to twist away from him. But his grip held you firm.

'Ya gonna come for me pretty girl, hm?" he asked tauntingly.

"I- I can't-!" you gasped, hips jerking upwards.

"Yes you can," you said, voice firm and reassuring. "You're doing so good, love. So fuckin' good, just let go. I've got ya."

And just then, like his words were the key to your soul, you broke.

Your whole body arched as you called out his name, softly but with an intensity only Simon could cause. You clutched at him blindly, pulling him in as waves of pleasure rolled over your body.

Simon held you through it, murmuring soft filth against your temple.

"That's it lovie."

"Fuckin' perfect."

"Look how pretty you are when you come for me hm?"

As you collapsed back against the sofa, heart racing and legs trembling, Simon kissed your temple again.

"Did so fuckin' well f'me," he murmured. "Messy little thing. Bet you'll be thinking about this next time you're handing out stickers in that classroom."

You let out a breathless laugh, burying your face in his neck.

"Shut up."

"Mm," he hummed, smug. "Didn't seem to mind me runnin' my mouth five minutes ago, love."

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[vanillarosekiss]

ummm i forgot how much effort i put into this and i actually really like how yummy it is…

[sugurusbeloved]

❤︎﹕giving head to nerdjo

nerdjo’s glasses slip down his nose as he stares at you between his knees, mouth already running even while you’re bobbing on his cock.

“fuckkk, that’s so good—shit, wait, did you know that like… most guys only last like five minutes with head? which is, y’know, kind of embarrassing considering the male refractory period—”

his words stutter when you swallow around his sensitive tip, spit dripping down your chin. “ohhh god, okay, yeah, that’s—fuck—that’s definitely less than five minutes for me.”

your tongue presses under his tip and he whines, still running his mouth.

“ahhh—shit, baby, did you also know semen actually has, like, fructose in it? it’s literally nature’s energy drink—ohhh fuck, your tongue—wait, wait, don’t stop—” his whimpers comes out shaky, hand twitching like he wants to push your head down but can’t decide if it’s rude.

you take him deeper, throat tightening, and he slaps a shaky hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back behind his lenses. he tries to muffle a moan but it comes out anyway, high and desperate.

“o-okay, okay, uh—s-science says sucking dick releases oxytocin—hahh, f-fuck—bonding hormone, y’know? so technically, we’re like… getting closer right now.”

you hum around him in agreement and he gasps, words spilling faster. “shitshitshit, baby, you’re—fuck, your throat’s so warm, you’re making me cum—ahhh, oh god, wait, I’m serious, I’m—”

he breaks off with a choked moan, cock twitching as he shoots thick cum across your tongue, still babbling about “increased intimacy” while you swallow every drop.

[cumchiato]

╰┈➤ Toji Fushiguro, but it's those massive hands gripping your throat while he pounds you against the wall, leaving nice handprint bruises that mark you for days while his fat cock stirs up your insides. His fingers squeezing just enough to make your mind foggy and your vision blur as he praises in your ear what a good slut you are, taking his cock so deep.

"Tooojiiii! fuck, i- i can't-hnnnng~ i can't brea-the, i- hah~ p-please-ahn!"

His grip tightens slightly, but he releases it just in time before you can blackout, and you greedily take a few desperate gasps, his cock hitting you so deep you swear you can feel him in your tummy.

"I can feel my dick hitting your womb," he tilts his head back, "going to fuck my little brat so hard, fill your tight pussy full of my cum til' you're overflowing with it. Would'ya like that?

He's grinning, knowing he's got you, and all you can do is nod, mouth open in a silent scream as you cream around him.

[mia-hearts-gumi]

𐙚⋆°｡ husband!nanami with a breeding kink ₊˚⊹ᰔ

Nanami had you pinned to the bed the second he got home from work, tie still half-loosened around his neck. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured against your throat, voice low and rough. His hands were already under your shirt, pushing it up, palms warm and possessive. “My wife. Home. Waiting for me.”

He stripped you methodically — the same careful, deliberate way he did everything — but the second your panties hit the floor his control cracked. He spread your thighs wide, eyes dark behind his glasses as he looked at how wet you already were for him.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You want it too, don’t you? Want me to put a baby in you.”

You barely had time to answer before he was inside you — thick, deep, filling you in one smooth thrust. Nanami groaned, forehead pressed to yours, hips already rolling in that steady, relentless rhythm he knew drove you insane.

“Gonna breed you tonight,” he said, each word punctuated by a deep thrust. “Over and over until it takes. Until you’re swollen with my child.” His hand slid down, fingers pressing firmly over your lower belly like he was already claiming the space. “Right here. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you open, and fucked you harder. The headboard thumped against the wall. Every thrust was purposeful, bottoming out, grinding against your cervix like he was trying to push his cum straight into your womb.

Nanami’s usual composure was gone. His tie dangled between you, brushing your skin as he leaned down and growled in your ear.

“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to breed this pretty cunt full.”

When you moaned the words back, he lost it. His pace turned punishing — sharp, deep strokes that made you see stars. One hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise while the other rubbed tight circles over your clit.

“Come for me,” he ordered, voice strained. “Milk me dry. I’m not pulling out.”

You came hard, clenching around him, and Nanami followed with a low, broken groan. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, pulsing thick and hot inside you. He didn’t pull out. Instead he rocked his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, pushing every drop deeper.

“Stay still,” he panted, still hard. “I’m not done. We’re doing this again. And again. Until I’m sure it took.”

He kissed your stomach softly, almost reverent, even as his cock twitched inside you, already getting ready for round two.

“Gonna keep you full every night, sweetheart. You’re going to be such a beautiful mother.”

[senalaced]

taking satoru's dick for the first time in theory and in practice are two very different extremes. sure you'd felt him from grinding, from holding the weight of him in your palm under the sheets while you two were supposed to be 'watching a movie'. it felt doable for the most part—taking him.

you've heeded all his thinly veiled warnings long enough and tonight of all nights wasn't one where you two could exactly stop at just heavy petting. you'd even laughed at it beforehand, assured him that you could take him for the millionth time.

if you could slap your past self, you would. because now you're barely 2 minutes into him being inside of you. back spread on soft sheets, practically folded in half under satoru. legs slung over his shoulders, panting, practically vibrating from the effort of trying to get used to the sheer size of him.

"fuck—you gotta stop—" his fingers press harder into the undersides of your thighs where he has you held, hips rocking incrementally to get you adjusted to what he's given already. not even halfway in and you're already all noisy. "breathe for me, pretty? so I can give you the rest."

“t-the rest? ” you gasp, voice going embarrassingly high. it feels like he's been pushing in for ages now and now he's telling you that there's more? “that’s not all of it? are you sure?"

"i'm sure, trust me. just a little more." a bit more than a little, but you'd cross that bridge eventually. he presses a kiss to your knee—soft, lingering like he’s trying to ground both you and himself. "you said you could take it."

"i say a lot of things when I'm horny. you know—oh fuck—that!" you snap, voice breaking on the last word. "you're too big. this is all your fault, satoru."

"my fault?" he manages a huff despite the strain in his voice, brows knitted like he's the one struggling here. to be fair, he sort of is. "you said, and I quote—" his hips ease forward by an infinitesimal amount, just enough to have the bulb of him swabbing against your soft insides. it's enough for your jaw to go slack, toes curling near his ears. "—'please just fuck me already'. and to 'stop treating you like glass'." so here he is, not treating you like glass. not holding out on you. large hands press your thighs and knees closer to your chest, his body angled downward to drive into you with short, gentle thrusts.

"I don't even sound like that." you're clawing blindly at the bedding, airy sounds punching out of you like he's owed them.

"mhm. just breathe." he murmurs, voice rumbling low against your skin as he nudges deeper with the next roll of his hips—a slow, steady push, feeding you yet another inch. one hand leaves your thighs to slide up to your stomach, pressing in like he's trying to feel for himself there. "yeah...that's it, let me in.." the same hand settles just above where you're taking him to thumb at your arousal slick clit, your own darting to out the grab at his wrist. to no avail of course, since his thumb just keeps on moving in circle after circle.

“tell me if you need me to stop, yeah?” he whispers, hips tilting just a little deeper. new slick from his teasing helps, sliding deeper with ease. “that's right...all the way. you're doing so well."

it's soft, so sweet and encouraging that you're reaching a hand out to bring him closer to you by the back of his neck. "m'good, 'toru. you're fine."

you can't help but wonder how much more he has left to give, what kind of monstrous beast he's been hiding under his briefs. curiosity gets the better of you, eyes dropping to where you've yet to fully connect.

and boy, do you regret it almost instantly.

it's near obscene. inches of him glistening and buried, folds parted against his girth. even with how long he's been easing in (or how long it feels at least), there's still a gap. his gaze follows yours, nosing gently at your ankle, hand squeezing your thigh. "you okay?"

the glisten of his flesh, the taut flex of his abdomen like he's holding back...no, you're not okay in the slightest.

you can feel your core flutter involuntarily at the sight and god, he feels it too.

“oh fuck,” satoru's voice breaks, forehead tipping down to rest against your forehead. “baby, please don’t do that. i'll...this really won't last long.”

"oops, sorry. sorry."

the bits of soft pink that aren't inside inch in-in-in with every second that passing. it's barely anything left to give, yet, he's being so careful. too careful."

"holy fuck, just do—shit!"

you're arching clean off the bed with the way he suddenly, finally hilts himself inside. bare behind flush to his hips, groomed hairs at his base grazing against your skin.

he’s silent for a moment, breathing slow, forehead still dampened and pressed down against yours. "..okay, I have bad news."

you're a little drunk on him, just lucid enough to manage a small hm, nails scraping through the damp hair at his nape.

"there's...there's a high chance that I'll cum if I move."

even in your state, laughter breaks out of you, the heavy man above you flushing a soft pink from the highs of his cheeks up to his ears. murmuring something about it 'not being that funny' and him 'embarrassing himself here'.

"stay still then." you finally breathe when your laughter dies down just enough, smile all gentle up at him, lips brushing against the sharp point of his nose. "we'll just stay like this all night." the pain had properly eased into a dull, barely there ache at that point—more pleasure than any other feeling. with how he'd taken his time, it'd been almost inevitable.

"can't just not move," he replies through gritted teeth, hips shifting just a hair. enough for you both to feel the heavy drag, the way your walls clench instinctively. "god—I can't not move when you feel like that."

it's endearing in a way, very much flattering. your grin only widens, head lifting to angle your mouth against his with a firm kiss. "i'm close too if that makes you feel any better."

words meant to help only make him whine, throbbing inside you, hips beginning to rock slowly. "you are?"

"mhmm. very close." you let out a strangled sound when his hips angle just right and it's enough for him to give up on pacing himself. his weight crushes your thighs against your chest, pace building. "so just keep moving. please."

the sounds leaving you are a mix of 'ahh's' and calls of his name, all broken, all sending his hips into you a little faster. they stutter as he fucks into you with less and less finesse, 0 rhyme or rhythm just the need to see you cum for him like this. hips slapping against the back of your thighs, paced breaths dually filling the room. "you feel so good. taking me so well." and when his thumb finds your clit again with those same, easy circles? you're a goner. "gonna cum--gonna- oh my god, keep doing that—" he finds that spot from before over and over again like there's a target stuck to it, leaky tip wedging itself right where you need it, pleasure mounting far too quickly. you're crying out at this point, hips angling up into his thrusts. so full it hurts in that perfect, dizzying way.

“fuck, you're gonna make me—”

“shut up and cum,” you choke out. “do it inside. pleaseplease—”

his entire body jolts, pace faltering. you feel him twitch deep inside you before it hits, his hips driving in and out hard—once, twice, and then he’s moaning into your mouth as he spills. he drags you down with him, pressure in your abdomen bursting, unfurling outwards with your release—his name still falling from your lips. helpless sounds that only spur the continued movement of his hips to draw out the pleasure.

you're both shaking, sucking in breaths of air greedily for moments after that. you're still folded like a pretzel, still crushed against his weight. "...that one doesn't count."

"agreed."

-- repost from previous account ˙ᵕ˙ likes and reblogs appreciated, thanks for reading!

[mimujus]

riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)

you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.

satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prep—his fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and begging—it's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.

"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."

you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.

he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.

"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. just—take your time."

you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelming—full, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.

"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."

you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"

"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it's—" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."

you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.

his hands slide up from your hips to your waist, palms warm and slightly sweaty. he's looking at you with an expression you can't quite read—hunger and wonder and something softer mixed in.

"okay?" he asks.

you nod, swallowing. "okay."

"good." he shifts beneath you, and you feel him twitch inside you, making you gasp. his lips curl into a smirk, but it's strained, his composure crumbling at the edges. "now move when you're ready. however you want. i've got you."

you start slow. experimental rolls of your hips, testing the angle, the friction. each movement sends sparks through your nerves, makes your breath stutter. his hands guide but don't push, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your skin.

"like that," he says, voice rough. "just like that."

you find a rhythm. rocking forward, grinding down, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the quiet room. his head falls back again, eyes fluttering shut, and you watch his throat work as he swallows.

"you feel incredible," he rasps. "god, you have no idea how good you feel."

you pick up the pace, bracing your hands on his chest. the new angle makes him hit deeper, and you moan, head dropping forward. he takes the opportunity to lean up, catching your mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and desperation.

when he pulls back, he's breathing hard. his bangs are plastered to his forehead. there's a flush spreading across his chest.

"you're doing so well," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word. "fucking—perfect. you're perfect."

you roll your hips harder, chasing the friction, the pressure building low in your belly. his hands grip your waist tighter, and you can feel him fighting the urge to take over, to flip you and fuck you into the mattress.

"close?" he asks.

you nod, too breathless for words.

"me too." he laughs, shaky. "fuck, me too. you're gonna make me—"

he cuts himself off with a groan, his hips bucking up into you despite himself. you gasp at the sudden depth, your walls clenching around him.

"sorry," he grits out. "sorry, i just—you feel too good. i can't—"

his composure is crumbling. the infuriatingly cocky sorcerer is falling apart beneath you, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking where they hold you. he's babbling now, half-words and broken praises, telling you how good you are, how tight, how perfect.

"come for me," he gasps. "please. i need to feel you—"

you do. the command, the desperation in his voice, the way he's barely holding himself together—it pushes you over the edge. you clench around him, a broken moan falling from your lips as pleasure rips through you.

he follows a second later, with a groan that sounds almost pained, his hips thrusting up as he spills inside you. you feel every pulse, every hot rush of him filling you, and it draws your own orgasm out until you're trembling and spent.

you collapse against his chest, both of you slick with sweat, breathing hard. his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"holy shit," he mutters.

you laugh weakly. "good?"

he tilts your chin up, kissing you slow and deep.

"perfect."

a/n: requested by a lovely anon it was so much fun 2 write hihi

[gojosconsort]

“Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?” + gen narumi - if you only do jujutsu characters then yuta??? Thank you 🫶🏻

︵ ೀ mdni. yuta eating you out

the end credits are already rolling on the tv, but it’s not like either of you care anymore. not when yuta is pressed close against you on the couch, kissing you senseless while his touch makes your skin tingle.

his fingers trace down slowly, barely there, light enough to make you shiver as they follow the curve of your side.

“is it good when i touch you here?”

yuta's fingers brush over your breasts through your thin shirt. he circles your nipples so softly you arch into his hand.

“or maybe here?”

his palm slides lower, over your stomach, then slips under the waistband of your shorts. his fingers dip inside your panties and brush your pussy. you’re already wet. he spreads your folds with two fingers and rubs your clit in slow, lazy circles.

“yuta…” you breathe and spread your legs wider on the couch.

he presses a little harder on your clit and then pushes one finger inside your tight cunt, then adds another, curling them deep.

yuta watches your face the whole time, eyes dark. “you’re so wet already.” he pumps his fingers in and out and rubs your clit with his thumb at the same time.

you grip his shoulders and rock against his hand. he leans in and kisses your neck, then sucks hard enough to leave a mark. his fingers move faster, fucking you deeper. “is it good when i fuck you like this?” he whispers against your skin. “tell me.”

you nod and yuta smiles. he kisses you once, deep and hungry, before starting to move lower. his mouth trails down your body, leaving soft kisses over your chest and stomach until he reaches your inner thighs. there, he slows, pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin, each one softer and more deliberate than the last as he moves lower.

he kisses your clit gently first, lips soft against you. then he licks you, tongue flat and warm, dragging up your slit. you shudder. yuta kisses your clit again, sucks it lightly between his lips, and pushes his tongue inside you.

yuta kisses your pussy like he kisses your mouth—slow, hungry, and wet. his hands hold your thighs open as he buries his face deeper and kisses your folds, licks inside you, then sucks your clit while his tongue pushes in and out.

“so fucking sweet,” he groans against you. he slides two fingers back inside you and curls them while he kisses and licks your clit nonstop.

your thighs start to shake around his head. yuta doesn’t stop. he keeps kissing your clit, sucking it, licking it, tongue sliding inside you between kisses until your back arches hard off the couch.

when he finally pulls back, lips shiny, he looks up at you with hazy eyes. “you like it?” he asks, all shy now. he looks almost embarrassed, cheeks warm as he watches your face. and all you can do is nod.

[paperellina]

gruff toji w his younger gf who triggers the hell out of his cuteness aggression ☹️

gruff toji x younger gf who triggers his cuteness aggression ♡

the couch creaks under both your weight while you stay tucked into tojis side, practically melted against him beneath his arm, cheek warm against his chest while your fingers lazily toy with the collar of his shirt.

tojis trying real hard to ignore how cute you look.

but then you tilt your head up at him with that soft little smile, all warm eyes and sleepy affection, and something in him immediately snaps.

"fuckin’ hell," he mutters.

before you can even react, his hand grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together while he glares down at you like this is somehow your fault. you squeal instantly, giggling when he manhandles you closer, and that only makes it worse.

"aint nothin funny," he grumbles, voice rough while he drags you fully into his lap, one big arm locking around your waist tight enough to keep you pinned against him.

then he starts biting you.

rough little bites against your cheek, your jaw, your shoulder when he buries his face against your neck, all low irritated muttering under his breath while you squirm and laugh in his hold.

every squeal just makes him hold you tighter, and every giggle gets another bite.

he grumbles against your cheek before biting there again. "got me actin insane."

youre laughing so hard you can barely sit still, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders while he keeps mouthing at your face and neck like some irritated oversized dog taking all that cuteness aggression out on you.

his grip never loosens once, and If anything, he keeps dragging you closer every time you laugh, like he physically cannot get enough of you pressed against him.

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[hunnismokah]

nanami likes this polaroid of u

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ your soft bf!toji is a total meanie in bed ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.

mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.

mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.

mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”

mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.

mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.

mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.

mean bf!toji likes dragging the heavy, blunt tip of his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you ruthlessly until you're begging him to just put it in. instead of giving in, he’ll slap his wet tip against your clit over and over, mocking the needy little noises you make and telling you that you haven't earned it yet.

mean bf!toji just laughs when you try to complain that he’s being too rough or too mean. he won't slow down; instead, his chest rumbles against your back as he grips your hips harder, driving into you with even less mercy just to prove that he rules the bed.

mean bf!toji loves leaving you completely ruined and breathless. he likes looking down at the mess he made of you—smudged makeup, tangled hair, and thighs shaking uncontrollably—while he casually rolls off to grab a drink, completely unfazed while you can barely move.

mean bf!toji will pull your hair back with just enough force to make your eyes water, forcing you to look directly at him while he pounds into you. he hates when you try to hide your face in the pillows or close your eyes; he wants to see every single expression of pleasure and overload on your face.

mean bf!toji uses verbal degradation as a tool to keep you completely flustered. he’ll call you a "good little slut," mock how loud you're breathing, or ask you why you're crying over a little bit of fun, his voice deep, raspy, and completely devoid of the warmth he usually speaks to you with.

mean bf!toji will deliberately overstimulate you, rubbing his thumb harshly against your clit while hammering into you, and when you start to sob because it's too much, he’ll just kiss you hard to muffle your screams and keep going right through your orgasm.

mean bf!toji flips the switch right back to being a doting boyfriend the next morning. he’ll kiss your bruised hips, bring you painkillers and breakfast in bed, and pull you into a warm, gentle cuddle—leaving you completely dizzy over how the man who was so beautifully cruel to you a few hours ago is now softly rubbing your back and calling you his baby.

[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ mdni. dry humping on choso’s bare leg

you wanted to start to undress, lifting your shirt over your head when choso stopped you. “maybe you can… stay dressed?”

you eyed your boyfriend who sat on the edge of the bed completely naked, his cock twitching and leaking against his stomach after all the heated kisses. his cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy.

“you want me to stay dressed?” you asked, surprised.

“mhmm.” he nodded shyly, biting his lip. that’s how you ended up dry humping choso’s bare leg.

your soaked panties dragged slowly against his thick, muscular thigh, the friction making you sigh softly. choso whimpered beneath you, hands trembling as they rested on your hips.

“feels so good…” his cock lay heavy and untouched against his abs, leaking messily every time you rolled your hips. “you’re so wet… i can feel it all over my leg.”

you braced your hands on his shoulders and ground down harder, the wet patch on your panties growing darker as you rubbed your clothed pussy against his bare skin. choso’s head fell back with a moan, thighs flexing underneath you.

“please… don’t stop,” he begged quietly, looking up at you with needy eyes. “use me. use my leg however you want… i just want to feel you.”

you moved faster, grinding your swollen clit against the firm muscle of his thigh. choso was panting now, chest heaving, cock twitching helplessly as it continued to drip precum all over his stomach. he looked so pretty like this—completely naked and desperate while you stayed fully dressed, using him for your pleasure.

“you’re making such a mess.”

choso whimpered, fingers digging into your hips. “i’m sorry… can’t help it. you feel too good. i’m so hard it hurts but… fuck, i love when you use me like this.”

you leaned forward and kissed him, still grinding on his thigh. choso moaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours obediently as his cock continued leaking, completely ignored between you.

“please…” he whispered against your lips. “keep going. make yourself cum on me. i want to feel it.”

you smiled against his mouth and rolled your hips harder, soaking his bare leg even more while choso trembled and whimpered beneath you.

“i’m close—”

“yes— please cum on me,” choso whispered. “i want to feel it. please—”

your orgasm hit you hard, riding out every wave while choso watched with wide eyes. he couldn’t look away from the sight—the way your soaked panties rubbed against his thigh, the shiny wetness on his skin, the way your body trembled on top of him.

“oh god—” without any touch to his cock at all, choso suddenly came.

thick ropes of cum spurted from his untouched cock, painting his stomach and chest in messy streaks. he whimpered your name, completely lost in the sight of you cumming on his thigh. his cock continued twitching and leaking even after he finished, still painfully hard.

you slowed your movements, breathing heavily as you looked down at him. “you came…” you whispered, a little stunned.

he nodded weakly, cheeks burning red. “couldn’t help it… you looked so pretty cumming on me.” and then he pulled you down into a messy kiss, still trembling from his untouched orgasm.

[sugurusbadhabit]

You'd always heard horror stories of friends staying the night at each other's houses and not knowing how to work their showers. You'd also considered yourself smarter than the average cookie because that has never happened to you. Most showers seem self explanatory.

And then, you stay the night at your boyfriend's for the first time and take a look at his stupidly expensive shower.

You eye the four knobs that control temperature and the dozen jets, two waterfalls (one higher, one lower (what is the lower one for?)), the removable showerhead and what you're assuming is the rainfall head. The symbols on the knobs may as well be hieroglyphics, giving next to no insight on how to turn this mother fucker on without being soaked immediately by the jets.

You don't even try. You wrap yourself in a towel and walk back into the adjoining bedroom, shaking your head with your eyebrows raised.

"Satoru, what the fuck is that?" you ask, motioning behind you to the bathroom.

"A shower..?" he says, looking up from his phone. His eyebrows furrow in his own confusion.

"Yes," you reply through grit teeth. "How do I turn it on?"

"Oh!" He jumps up from his bed and crosses the room to you, placing a hand on your hip and a kiss to your lips as he leads you back into the bathroom. "Why didn't you just say that, love? I'm more than willing to show you."

Satoru opens the glass door and steps in the shower, dragging you along with him. He points at the individual knobs and explains each of the symbols, explaining which is best for which occasion - the misters for when you're hot, rainfall for normal showers, waterfall for when you want to feel like you're lost in the jungle and it's been a week and you're losing hope of being found, etc.

You're giggling by the time he finishes his spiel and he's got his own 1000 kilowatt smile plastered on his face and turned on you.

"So what'll it be tonight?" he asks, clapping his hands together. "The waterfall is a personal favorite."

"A normal shower, please."

"Can do, baby." He kisses your cheek and sets the shower to your preferred setting. "The temperature control turns the water on," he says, stepping out of the shower.

Your towel drops to the floor just as he's exiting, the sound making his head crane back around to catch a glimpse of your ass before you step into the fog of the shower.

"You know, on second thought," he says, grabbing your attention as his shirt joins your towel. "Maybe we should shower together. Just in case you have questions."

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[kkunai]

[𝝑𝑒] :: outlaw!toji would risk getting caught by the local law enforcement if it meant having one last taste of your pussy ⸝⸝ cw. smut, pwp.

one of toji’s large and calloused hands hold your hips still while the other covers your mouth, trying to contain those pretty sounds you’re making. “i know, darlin’,” he breathes against your ear, “shhh, sh shh—you don’t want ‘em findin’ me here with ya now, do you?”

you try your best to stay quiet, but you can’t really. not with the way that thick cock of his is rearranging your insides. the loud thwap thwap thwap of his heavy sack smacking against the plump flesh of your ass and thighs isn’t helping your case either.

it would be scandalous if the local deputies caught you—the mayor’s oh-so-innocent daughter—getting railed by a wanted outlaw. but neither of you seem to care. your bodies are grinding against each other in this narrow alleyway just a few metres away from the sheriff station.

“t—oojiii,” you mewl, meeting his thrusts halfway. you’re a drooling mess, anything but the innocent image you carry on a daily basis.

toji grins to himself at the lewd sight. “yeah, pretty girl?” he purrs. his fat dick twitches in your tight cunt, the tip leaking pre-cum to coat your insides with. “what’s wrong? can’t talk ‘cause of how good ‘m givin’ it to ya?”

you nod mindlessly, mouth gaping in a silent scream as he increases the thrusts. “y-yesh… yesnghh,” you reply between choked and muffled whimpers. the stretching and filling his cock is doing, is so insanely delicious.

the outlaw cusses under his breath once he feels you start to tighten up real good. “fuuuck, yes,” he hisses before pressing you even further up the stone wall—ramming into you like he doesn’t care. he needs it, even if it’s the last thing he does.

turning your head, toji presses a messy and sloppy kiss to your lips. he can feel you freeze when you hear footsteps approaching nearby, but he doesn’t seem to be impacted. “toji—“ you try to warn him through a hushed breath.

but the man doesn’t let up. he simply hides you from sight a bit more with his muscular body, protecting you from view even as his hips still move against your ass;

“i don’t care if they catch me, ‘long as i get this fuckin’ pussy to cream all over my dick ‘fore they put me under the guillotine.”

[cumchiato]

Thinking about Gojo Satoru using you as gym equipment ♡

୨୧ — "Need something heavier than plates," Gojo muses in the training room, those blue eyes sparkling with mischief as they land on you. Before you can protest, he's already scooped you up.

"Satoru!" you squeal as he positions himself on the exercise mat, settling you to straddle his hips while he lies back. "This is not what I meant when I said l'd help you workout," you giggle. His hands grip your thighs firmly as he starts his "workout."

"But you make such perfect resistance training," he pouts, flexing his abs as he starts thrusting his hips upward, lifting you effortlessly.

Each movement has you bouncing on his pelvis, your core clenching involuntarily... "the perfect weight-" he grins, powerful hips driving up to lift you again, "Though maybe I should add some resistance..."

His fingers slip beneath your workout shorts, finding you already slick, "Oh~?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you, "Someone's enjoying being used as gym equipment~"

You bite your lip as he starts timing his thrusts with teasing circles against your clit. "N' t-this isn't... proper exercise form..."

"No?" His hips snap up sharply, making you gasp, "Seems like excellent muscle engagement to me. Plus..." he slides two fingers inside you while maintaining his rhythmic thrusts, "my fingers are getting some bonus cardio."

Your hands brace on his chest as he continues his "workout," each upward drive of his hips pushing his fingers deeper, "Satoooru... some-someone could come in... this is hah~ a public g-gym..." you bite your lip to stifle a deep moan.

"Better hold on tight then," he groans, increasing not only his hips pace, but his fingers as well, "Got about fifty reps to go... unless you tap out first~"

You whimper as he curls his fingers, knowing full well you won't last nearly that long... and that's exactly what he's counting on.

"Besides," he smirks up at you, "this is much more fun than regular weights. They don't make such pretty noises."

"Satoru!" you moan as he hits a sensitive spot, your nails biting into him.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, his movements growing more intense. "Help me work up a sweat."

[tojisteddy]

I think about Naive!Reader and Fresh Out of Prison!Simon on the subway.

cw: 18+ mdni, nsfw.

And how he’d make naive!reader sit in his lap when he notices and older woman standing in subway isle.

“Thank you, both of you.” The older woman giggles as she takes the empty seat.

“‘S no problem ma’am.” Simon nods, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “She’s so cute isnt she love?”

You can’t even focus, his hardened erection pressing into your ass, in those jeans that Simon loves so much. Couldnt stop staring at the way your thighs spread as you sat down, every curve on you, that charm you have in your brown eyes. You wiggle in his lap but he only presses you down harder, he tsks in your ear, “Don’t move baby, or everyone ‘ere will see just what you do t’me.”

You feel him grow with every shake of the train against you, only smirking as he sees the way you can’t look anyone near you in the eye, heat rising under your skin with that slightly tense look on your face. You try your best to give a smile and wave to the old woman but Simons hands roll down your skin, down your your thighs that makes chills run down your spine, “Bloody hell, can’t wait t’ get off of ‘ere, fuck you right against the wall in the alley across the street from our stop, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Your lips purse out, breath hitching, “Simon!”

“ ‘F Course you would doll,” he draws out, calloused hands going to your hips, giving them a nice squeeze, humping up into you, “Or should I have you keep keep my cock warm right here, sliding it in your hole so eeeeveryone can see that pretty face you only make with me-“

You can’t help the little mewl you let out, his covered manhood pressing against your cunt, “Simon-“

“—I know, I know swee’art,” he coos, kissing your cheek, “Won’t do tha’ to ya.”

The subway rattles again and you bite the inside of your lips, nervous eyes flickering down into the mahogany brown eyes staring back at you. Glint shimmering in them.

“Not here, anyway.”

Simon lets his hand caress the apple of your cheeks from behind, squeeze them together that makes him chuckle, “Would you let me take you to the bathroom though? Hm love?”

You play with your fingers, checking the time on your phone, before muttering so quietly, “For j-just a little bit, I don’t wanna miss my show tonight.”

And the older man underneath you groans happily, eyes crinkling, rubbing his hand up and down your back, you’ve made the man go red in the face, “M just jokin baby, god, you’re so fuckin loveable.”

a/n: I hope you’re hungry— for nothing.

part one

[mimuju]

olderbf!nanami headcannons ! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

olderbf!nanami who never rushes you, no matter how impatient you get. you’re standing in front of your closet, frustrated, pulling out dresses and tossing them onto the bed.

"i have nothing to wear," you groan. he’s sitting in the armchair by the window, his tie already loosened, watching you with that calm, steady gaze.

"we have forty-five minutes," he says, his voice low and even. "take your time."

you huff, turning to face him. "you’re always so patient. it’s annoying."

he smiles, small and fond. "i’ve waited forty years to find you. i can wait forty-five minutes for you to pick a dress."

olderbf!nanami who always makes sure you eat before you leave the house. you’re running late, your heels clicking on the kitchen floor as you grab your purse.

"we’re going to be late," you say, already halfway to the door.

he steps in front of you, a plate in his hand—toast with avocado, a soft-boiled egg, sliced fruit arranged neatly. "eat first."

you stare at him. "nanami, we don’t have time—"

"we have time," he interrupts gently, setting the plate on the counter. "you’re not leaving this house on an empty stomach. sit."

you sit. you always do. because when he looks at you like that—like taking care of you is the most important thing in the world—you can’t say no.

olderbf!nanami who never raises his voice, even when you’re being difficult. you’re arguing about something stupid—where to go for dinner, maybe, or whether you should cancel plans to stay in—and your voice is getting louder, your hands gesturing wildly.

he just stands there, hands in his pockets, watching you. "you’re not even listening!" you snap.

"i am," he says quietly. "i’m listening to every word. and when you’re done, we’ll talk about it calmly. like adults."

you deflate, your anger fizzling out. "you’re too kind to me," you mutter.

he steps forward, his hands finding your waist. "you’re worth the kindness."

olderbf!nanami who takes his time undressing you, like every layer is a gift he’s unwrapping. you’re in his bedroom, the lights dimmed, and you’re already reaching for his belt, impatient, wanting him now.

"slow down," he murmurs, catching your hands. "we have all night."

you pout. "i don’t want to wait."

he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "i know, baby. i know. but i’m going to make you wait. because the longer i take, the better it’ll feel when i finally touch you." he undresses you slowly, his fingers working each button, each zipper, until you’re standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. he steps back, his eyes raking over you. "beautiful," he says. "now lay down."

olderbf!nanami who eats you out like it’s a meditation, like he could spend hours between your thighs and never get bored. you’re on your back, your legs over his shoulders, and he’s taking his time, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes.

"n-nanami—please—" you gasp, your hands fisting the sheets. he looks up at you, his mouth glistening.

"patience," he says, his voice calm even as he slides two fingers inside you. "i’m going to make you cum. but i’m going to do it my way." he curls his fingers, finding that spot that makes your vision blur, his tongue circling your clit with agonizing precision.

you’re moaning, your hips rolling, but he holds you down with one hand on your stomach. "stay still," he orders gently. "let me take care of you."

olderbf!nanami who fucks you slow and deep, his hips rolling in a rhythm that has you seeing stars. you’re on your stomach, your face pressed into the pillow, and he’s behind you, his chest pressed to your back, his cock buried so deep you can barely breathe.

"nanami—h-harder!!—" you beg, trying to push back against him. he stills, his hand sliding up your spine to grip the back of your neck.

"no," he says, his voice firm but kind. "you take what i give you." he starts moving again, each thrust deliberate, each roll of his hips dragging against your walls in a way that makes you sob. "you feel that?" he murmurs against your ear. "that’s me. all of me. and you’re going to take every inch, just like this. until you can’t think about anything but how full you are."

olderbf!nanami who makes you ask for what you want, his voice low and commanding. you’re straddling him, his cock inside you, but he’s not moving.

he’s just watching you, his hands on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin.

"p-please, i.... i can't—" you whimper, trying to roll your hips. he holds you still.

"use your words," he says. "tell me what you want."

"i-i want you to move," you gasp. "i want you to fuck me."

he smiles, small and satisfied. "good girl. now ask nicely."

you bite your lip, your face burning.

"please fuck me, nanami. please."

he rewards you with a slow thrust upward, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes you moan. "that’s it," he praises. "that's my girl."

olderbf!nanami who holds you after, his arms wrapped around you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. you’re lying on his chest, your body still trembling, your mind fuzzy with pleasure.

he’s stroking your hair, his lips pressed to the top of your head. "you did so well," he murmurs. "so beautiful. so perfect." you nuzzle closer, your eyes already drifting shut.

"you’re too good to me," you whisper. he kisses your forehead.

"no such thing. you deserve everything. and i’m going to give it to you for as long as you’ll let me."

olderbf!nanami who wakes you up in the morning with his mouth between your legs, because he’s not done taking care of you yet. you’re half-asleep, your body warm and heavy, when you feel his hands on your thighs, spreading you open.

"nanami—" you start, but then his tongue is on you, and you’re gasping, your hands flying to his hair. he looks up at you, his eyes dark.

"good morning," he says, his voice rough with sleep. "lay back. let me love you." and you do. because when nanami wants to be patient, you let him. every single time.

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[lambsandstockings]

One-Night Stand ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

AO3 | Masterlist

DESC: Joel takes you home from the bar and pops your cherry ♡

TAGS: No Outbreak, Sleazy!Joel, Innocent!Reader, Virgin!Reader, Virginity Loss, One-Night Stand, Age Gap (old!man Joel x young woman reader), smut obvi, pussy pronouns, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, accidental creampie, lil bit of fluff

──── ୨ৎ ──────── ୨ৎ ──────── ୨ৎ ──────── ୨ৎ ────

Joel was a sick man, he knew it. 

It was hard to give a damn when his years of loneliness had him walking around half-crazed at the sight of any pretty little thing that walked by him. He had his occasional hookups, but work had him so busy and so bone-tired, it was a rarity that he actually got laid at all. 

So when he had the seemingly one-in-a-lifetime to chase some tail, he took it. It was his night off, the first in what felt like a very long time. He went to his local dive bar, knowing he’d find exactly what he was looking for. The thick scent of tobacco smoke and late-night sleaze filled his lungs as he pushed through the door, breathing it in and sighing like it was fresh air. 

He spotted you almost immediately, your petite form sat stiffly on a barstool. You looked out of place, your pretty eyes darting around the room, your fingers gripping your drink a little too tight. Clearly, you weren’t used to being in seedy places like this. Joel also couldn’t help but notice how the men around you were looking, their eyes fixed on the way your dress rode up to expose your creamy thighs, just like he was. In a place like this, you were like a little bunny among a den of wolves. 

Despite being a particularly old and haggard wolf himself, he took it upon himself to be your protector, to shield you from these old perverts. It was the pot calling the kettle black. He sat down on the stool beside you, delighting in the way you almost flinched, looking over to him with wide eyes. 

You never went into bars, not really. Maybe once or twice with friends, but it really wasn’t your scene. This night, however, prompted a change in scenery. You felt so frustrated, tired of living a monotonous life that consisted only of school, work, and home. You didn’t have many friends, and your dating life was non-existent. You craved adventure, something that reversed the numbness you always felt- something that made you feel alive. 

You decided to go to the dive bar by your apartment, hoping maybe you’d find some adventure, maybe a little trouble- something new. Worst-case scenario- besides maybe being roofied or kidnapped or something- was you’d get wasted and call an uber home, which was only about seven or eight minutes away. Once you actually got inside and sat down for a drink, you began having second thoughts. Your determination had gotten you this far, but you were easily spooked. You knew you were being watched, the men across the room playing darts constantly eyeing you, some guys a few seats down at the bar were, too. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all- or so you’d thought. 

But then that tall, dark, and handsome older man sat beside you, and you began to feel like maybe this night would turn out alright. If he wasn’t a serial killer, that is. 

“Howdy,” his voice rumbled, hitting something just right inside you that made you almost visibly shiver. Your heartbeat raced, but no longer out of anxiety, but excitement. That vaguely familiar fluttery feeling you hadn’t felt in so long tickled at your insides. He was so hot, you could hardly believe he was real, sitting in front of you. He was wearing a worn flannel shirt, rolled up at the elbow to expose those veiny forearms dusted in hair, his hands big and rough and calloused. He wore a pair of Dickie’s jeans, the denim patchy, the knees faded from work. He was somewhere in his fifties, judging by his weathered skin and the crow’s feet. His eyes were sharp, though- a beautiful hazel with flecks of brown and green that reminded you of earth and soil and trees dappled with sunlight. His hair was dark and a bit unkempt, the wind having blown through it. His beard was scruffy, too, but it looked sexy, not messy. 

“Hi,” you murmured awkwardly, your shyness getting the best of you, as usual. You wanted to kick yourself- you could hardly look him in the eye without wanting to blush. The way he smiled at you, relaxed and lopsided, made your stomach twist with something feral. “Name's Joel," he introduced himself, "what brings ya here, all alone?” He asked after you told him your name. “Don’t seem like yer used to this kinda establishment.” 

“I’m not,” you admitted sheepishly, “is it that obvious?” Joel barked a laugh, a deep sound that came from his gut. “Sure is- you look scared as all hell, darlin’.” You actually blushed, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. Sure, you weren’t going to bars every weekend, but you’d at least thought maybe it would look like you’ve been in one before. “I just wanted to let loose a little,” you said truthfully, “isn’t that what you’re here for?” He nodded. “I suppose it is.” The bartender slid him a glass of whiskey, to which Joel nodded his head in acknowledgement or gratitude- something between the two. He took a drink, his eyes never leaving you. Your leg crossed over the other, not minding the way his eye darted to the exposed skin. He set his glass down, fingers drumming on the counter. 

“You lookin’ for anything else?” He asked, his eyes questioning. The fluttering in your tummy intensified. “Yes,” you answered, hating how girlish you sounded. You were a grown woman, for God’s sake- you were allowed to be a flirt, show a man what you wanted. Despite your very awkward demeanor and your lack of flirting skills, he looked just about ready to pounce. Maybe he liked the whole shy and innocent vibe, which made you feel a little more confident. 

“Take me home?” The words left your mouth before you could really think them through, realizing maybe it was a little too forward. You weren’t sure how this worked- maybe you should’ve flirted more, danced around what you wanted, savored the anticipation, but you were feeling desperate. Your gaze had flicked down at the bulge in his jeans once, twice- maybe three times. 

“A bit bold of ya, ain’t it?” He snorted. “You really want me to take you home, doll?” You nodded, eager and desperate and too needy to care. He finished his drink and took you by the arm, leading you out to the parking lot where his rickety old Ford truck was parked. He opened the passenger door for you, helping you inside, then got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. It was silent as you drove the backroads to his house, nothing but a few feet of road ahead of you visible, illuminated by his headlights. 

You watched him as he drove, humming along to the country song playing on the radio. He was so handsome, the wind blowing through his hair, the profile of his nose highlighted by the pale moonlight. You wanted so desperately to kiss him in that moment, but you didn’t want to be a distraction for him, so you simply folded your hands in your lap, anticipating what was to come. You’d never actually slept with anyone before, only fantasized, only knew what you wanted in theory. But something about this man made the dam break within you, your need suddenly overwhelming. 

When you got to his house, he quickly got out and went around to open your door, once again taking your hand in his to help you out of the truck. You blushed, unused to a man with manners. It was kind of sad, but a lot of men seemed to lack the whole gentleman vibe. You walked with him into his house, a two-story cabin with a well-trimmed lawn. It was almost picturesque- it made you feel at peace somehow as you stepped through the door. The inside was just as nice as the outside, looking like something out of a magazine- a lot less furnished, though, but you kind of liked it better that way. There were some mounts on the wall, a couple wood-carved figures and picture frames decorating the fireplace.

“You gonna keep snoopin’ around, or ya gonna come to the bedroom?” He asked with a smirk before turning and walking down the hall. You stood still, watching the way his ass moved in his jeans. Goddamn, you thought to yourself. You could tell he could feel your eyes on him because he started sauntering, giving you a show. You giggled and followed him- you were pretty sure you’d follow him anywhere at this point, walking the way he was. Your head was swimming with drink, just enough to loosen you up and lower your inhibitions. You felt bold, less timid than usual. 

You walked into his bedroom, taking in the king bed in the center of the room and the scent of cedarwood and something uniquely Joel. You playfully jumped onto the bed, earning a chuckle from him as he followed suit, his weight making the mattress dip beneath him. You blushed as he crawled over you, the urge to hide your face behind your hands overwhelming. Now that you were in his bed with his hands pressed on either side of you, caging you in with his much larger body, the shyness that the alcohol suppressed came back in full force. 

“Whas’wrong?” He asked teasingly, but his eyes softened with concern. He brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, his calloused thumb tracing the gentle slope of your jaw. “Nothing… I guess it’s just setting in- that I’m really doing this.” You murmured softly. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna,” he murmured in response, his big palm cupping your cheek. He was so gentle, nurturing in a way you weren’t used to. It stirred up such conflicting feelings- it made you want to cry, but at the same time you felt that familiar pull between your legs that told you of your desires, that you truly wanted this, wanted him. 

“I want to,” you urged, your small hands curling into the fabric of his flannel, “I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never…” you trail off, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His eyes widened a fraction, perplexed by your confession. “Oh,” he said, and nothing else. You got worried after a few moments of silence passed. “Is that bad?” You asked, scared he’d back off, take you straight home and leave you unsatisfied. 

“Naw, it ain’t bad- just… surprised me.” He said as he rubbed a hand over his face. “You sure you wanna do this with me? M’twice your age, darlin’- n’ I… I’ve been around.” You smile, amused by his insecurity. If only he knew he was exactly what you’d been looking for. “Good. Means you’ll know how to make me feel good.” He groaned at that, his hands coming to grasp at your waist. “You don’t know what you’re sayin’ sweetheart- you don’t want an old dog like me ta ruin ya.” But as he spoke, his hands were sliding down to squeeze your hips. 

“Oh, but I do,” you hummed as your hands began to unbutton his flannel, wanting to see the weathered skin beneath. He let you, groaning as you slid it off his shoulders and down his arms before going back to greedily run your hands over his hairy, scarred chest. You thought he was the sexiest thing alive, practically drooling at the sight of his exposed flesh. He chuckled, low and gravelly, before kissing you breathless. He licked into your mouth, his hand firmly grasping your jaw and holding you in place. His other hand slid further down your hip to your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh. You mewled softly, the sound needy and impatient as you desperately wanted his touch to move just a few inches inward, to where you needed him most. He teased you, this thumb rubbing gentle circles on your thigh as he pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down to your neck. 

“Joel,” you whimpered. He only growled in response, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath your earlobe. The hand that was gripping your jaw slid down to push down the strap of your dress, revealing the lacey bra you were wearing in anticipation of this very moment. Your tummy fluttered with excitement as you helped him push your dress down to your waist, his hand reaching behind your back to skillfully unclasp your bra. You were slightly irritated that it only got a mere second of appreciation before being tossed across the room, but it was quickly forgotten because the rough pads of his hands were on you, fondling your breasts and flicking your nipples in a way that made you gasp. You never understood the appeal of nipple play, given you hadn't experienced it with a partner- and doing it to yourself was unexciting, to say the least. But this was different. 

You squirmed, arching your back, a soft gasp escaping your lips. “Like that, doll?” He chuckled as he looked at you with a satisfied smirk and those seductive lidded eyes, keeping eye contact as he brought his mouth to your left nipple, giving it a quick kiss before sucking it into his mouth. Your hands flew up to grasp at his hair, fingers tangling in his locks. He groaned when you curled your fingers and tugged. His other hand finally relented and slid right where you needed him, his thumb pressing right into your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. 

“Mm, so wet f’me baby,” he purred as he rubbed circles into you, making you mewl. Your head was spinning with liquor and molten want, your pussy throbbing against his hand. He noticed, moving his attention from your breast down your belly, pressing little kisses until his lips hit the fabric of your dress bunched around your hips. “Lift f’me,” he spoke gently as he grasped at the fabric, pulling your dress down and off your legs. His fingers bit into the meat of your thighs as he spread you open, dipping his head between them. He licked a broad stripe up your pussy, further dampening the fabric of your panties. He moaned at your scent, the way your puffy lips looked in the lacy fabric. Hooking a finger in the crotch of your panties, he pulled them aside to expose your sex. He dove in, his tongue lapping at your folds with a hunger that left you gasping, your thighs clamping around his head. 

“Thas’ it, babydoll, squeeze those thighs ‘round me.” He groaned against your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth. You gasped, a soft moan tumbling from your lips as you moved on pure instinct, your hips bucking into his mouth. His hands kept a death-like grip on your thighs, sliding to your ass to push you impossibly closer to his probing tongue. “Joel-” You whined, frantic with your oncoming orgasm. 

“C’mon, you can do it- cum on my tongue, darlin’.” He urged, his voice desperate and ragged, like he needed it. That was all it took for you to snap, a sharp cry escaping you as your whole body seized up, thighs trembling as you came right where he wanted. He lapped up your arousal like a man dying of thirst, making your cheeks flush once you snapped out of your post-orgasm haze and realized what he was doing. “Stop, it’s dirty-!” You exclaimed. 

“You taste divine,” Joel said as he looked up at you, a lopsided smirk on his face. The sight of him, smiling up at you from between your legs, his beard wet with your arousal, was nearly enough to make you cum again. It seemed like he noticed, because he went right back to laving attention on your clit, slipping a finger into your tight hole. “Gimme another, baby, c’mon- gotta stretch this lil’ pussy out real good ‘fore I fuck you.” He groaned. Your pussy fluttered around his finger, greedily sucking him deep inside. “Yeah, thas’ it- she’s so hungry, ain’t she?” He pressed another finger inside, barely circling around your entrance before slowly pushing in. He was slow and gentle, wanting to ease you into it- to not overwhelm you. So far, you seemed pretty damn enthusiastic- you were sucking his fingers in so greedily, arching your back and moaning so beautifully, he could hardly stand it. It took everything in him not to stuff his cock inside you, to feel how tight you’d be around him. 

You choked out a moan as you helplessly came again, your breasts heaving with each labored breath, your legs twitching with the aftershocks. You didn’t expect him to start up again, curling his fingers to hit something inside you that made stars burst across your vision, slowly teasing a third digit in. “One more,” he begged, his voice a hoarse, desperate rasp, “can ya give me one more, baby?” You were shaking, your eyes stinging with tears as you drowned in the pleasure- it was too much. You must have said as much, because his hand came to soothingly massage your hip. 

“Just one more, baby,” he pleaded, “just need one more.” 

You couldn’t resist him, how utterly wrecked he sounded, how he seemed to need your release as much as you did. Your hands tugged roughly at his hair as a third orgasm rolled through you, your eyes rolling back as you cried out his name. You heard him growl, his teeth grazing at your clit, making you jolt helplessly. He licked you through your climax, groaning with pleasure and rutting his hips against the mattress. “So fuckin’ good for me,” he breathed, giving your pussy one last lick before he sat back on his heels. 

“Can’t wait no more,” he panted as he frantically grasped at his belt. He fumbled with the buckle, cursing under his breath before he finally yanked it off, unzipping the fly of his jeans and reaching into his briefs to pull out his hard cock. You’d never seen a dick before- not this close, at least- inches from your face, pulsing and weeping with primal need. You’d seen sex scenes in movies, watched porn late in the night under the covers, but this was surreal. He was big, and he was girthy, and god was he hairy. You drank in the sight of the perfect trail of hair that led down to the nest surrounding the base of him, and you felt the very perverted urge to lean in and press your nose against it, taking a deep inhale of his musk. 

“Like what ya see?” He teased, but something in his eyes flickered with uncertainty, like he was maybe worried you were overwhelmed, that this was too much for you. You hadn’t even heard him, staring like an idiot at his perfectly molded dick, watching the way it twitched with arousal. It was a very serious worry for you that you’d find your partner’s cock unattractive the first time you’d had sex- they just didn’t look very appealing dangling around from what you’d seen, but Joel’s was… beautiful. You nearly giggled at the thought, but you genuinely thought his dick was beautiful. 

“What?” He asked, his expression giving away his worry now. He saw your mouth twitch, suppressing a smile, and he hadn’t the faintest clue whether that was a good sign or a bad one. You let yourself smile, a shy but genuine one, your cheeks flushing. “I like it,” you admitted rather stupidly, but at least it was the truth. He paused for a moment, his hazel eyes staring at your face- searching, before he barked out a laugh. “You like it?” You laughed with him, nodding your head. 

“Mhm, I like it a lot.” You said, letting your desire seep into your voice. You weren’t sure if you sounded seductive, but you hoped you did. Either way, he seemed riled up by it, cursing softly to himself as he stroked himself. “Want you ta tell me if it hurts, okay baby?” He said as he positioned himself between your legs once again, his cock resting over your mound. He rubbed against you a few times, sighing in relief, before he was pulling aside the crotch of your panties once more. “You understand?” He asked, firmer this time. You nodded eagerly, watching with wide eyes as he swiped his tip through your folds, gently prodding at your entrance. 

“Don’t feel like ya gotta put up with anythin’ f’me- you feel uncomfortable, we stop. Tell me you understand, babydoll.” 

“I understand, Joel.” You whispered as you gently bit down on your lip. He eased himself inside you, gently spreading your thighs wider as he began to push in. A brief panic flooded through you, and he felt it- the way your body tensed, the way your chest began heaving again, but this time not with pleasure. “Breath f’me, sweetheart,” he cooed as he massaged your thigh, “relax as best you can.” You nodded, the sweetness in his voice easing your nerves a bit. He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles that made you flutter around him as he pushed deeper. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. His reaction spurred you on, your slick walls beginning to suck him inside. He was definitely a stretch, the pressure a little uncomfortable but not painful- you were thankful he took his time to pleasure you first, get you prepared for him. “Thas’ it, baby- suck me in just like that.” He murmured, the hand that was massaging your thigh now gripping tight, like he was trying to hold himself back. He wanted to move so badly, his hips twitched, the urge to buck into you nearly overwhelming. He stayed strong, moving slowly and gently until you were ready. 

Once he’d pushed all the way in, his cock nestled deep inside you, he stopped. His eyes flicked up to your face, taking in your expression- and god, were you a sight. Your hair was spread out on his pillow, a few strands sticking to your face, your eyes wide, lips parted, tits moving slightly with each breath you took, your belly soft, legs spread, and your gorgeous cunt wet and puffy and stuffed full of his cock. He felt like he could cum just looking at you. 

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, you know that?” He muttered, unable to resist the slight nudge of his hips. You mewled at the feeling, the tip of him hitting a spot deep inside you that had you clenching down around him. “Liked that, didn’t she?” He grinned, his voice gravelly and rough as he eased his hips back, giving another shallow little thrust. He relished in your gasp, the way you pulsed around him. He was in trouble, knew it the moment he laid eyes on you in that bar, knew it as soon as he got you in his bed, and he knew it now as he gently thrust into your sopping cunt- he was going to get addicted to this, to you. 

His thumb pressed into your clit, the other holding your hip as he thrust again and again, short and shallow thrusts that eased you into the pleasure and sent heat licking up his spine. You were moaning now, soft little sounds that he couldn’t get enough of. “Sing f’me- lemme hear those lil’ sounds of yours.” He grunted as he quickened his pace, thrusting a little deeper. He surmised by the way your toes curled and your back arched that you liked it. “Like that, huh? S’little pussy’s eatin’ me up so well- greedy little thing she is,” 

You moaned, more wanton this time. Joel didn’t seem like the talking type, but the way he was talking to you now, half-drunk on whiskey and the feeling of your pussy around him- it only made the pleasure more intense, knowing that it was you who was bringing this handsome man to this point. “So full,” you mewled softly, “I feel so full.” You didn’t know how to talk dirty, but in the haze of pleasure, you thought you could certainly try. He pushed his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you, leaning forward a bit to put his weight on you. “Yeah? You like being full of my cock?” 

“Yes,” you moaned, your voice high and breathy, “I love it. Love your cock, Joel.” That seemed enough to get him going, his head dropping down so his hair hung in front of his face. “Shit, yeah baby- you love it? Love this cock? I’ll give you all you want, darlin’ don’t you worry.” His hands moved to plant themselves on either side of your head, his big arms caging you in as he started rolling his hips, thrusting slow and deep inside you. The both of you moaned at the same time, your head falling back against the pillow as he hit that sweet spot inside you again. 

“Goddamn,” he hissed, picking his pace up again. Your hands flew to his shoulders, your nails digging in slightly. Your breasts bounced with each of his thrusts, which he seemed to like, as his mouth came down to suck at your right nipple. You gasped, moaning softly in response to the way he growled against your flesh, like a hungry animal. It was primal, desperate, and fucking hot. 

“Joel,” you whined, a soft cry escaping you as he gently sank his teeth into the flesh around your nipple. He was thrusting faster now, desperately chasing his release. You clung to him, your nails clawing into his back as you rolled your hips up to meet his thrusts. His teeth moved to your neck, nipping at your skin before moving up to your jaw. “Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good-” he groaned, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. He was on his elbows now, furiously moving his hips. “Look at me,” he pleaded, lifting his head just enough to look down at your face, into your eyes- he looked so raw, so vulnerable, and so beautiful you could hardly stand it. Your hands pressed into his back, pulling him closer. All you could do was helplessly mewl his name, so desperate for him it nearly brought tears to your eyes. He noticed your eyes watering and wiped away the moisture with his thumb. “I got you baby,” he murmured as you cried out his name, your orgasm close, “I got you. Cum with me, c’mon sweetheart-” 

You saw white as your orgasm tore through you, powerful and absolutely devastating. You screamed his name, your nails sinking deep into his flesh as you shook, your walls spasming around him. He cursed loudly, shouting your name before he buried his face in your neck, his own body trembling as he tensed up and buried himself as deep as he could, spurting rope after rope of cum inside you. 

You held on to each other for a long time, panting and shivering through the aftershocks. He pressed gentle kisses on your neck and jaw, murmuring soft praises in your ear. “Did so good f’me baby- took me so well. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen- I mean it.” He doubled down after you protested, squeezing your hips possessively. Once the post-orgasm haze began to fade, you noticed the warmth of his spend inside you. 

“Mm, so warm,” you hummed, too blissed-out for the implications to dawn on you. “What’s warm, darlin’?” He asked with a chuckle as he kissed your cheek. “Your cum inside me,” you giggled, pulling back to give him a mischievous and very dreamy smile. His eyes widened, his own dreamy expression wiped clean off his face as your words sobered him. “Shit,” he gasped as he pulled out of you, looking at how he dripped out of you. He quickly pushed aside the very strong masculine satisfaction he felt and got up to grab a rag from the adjoined bathroom, kneeling back on the mattress to gently clean you up. He held your leg open as he worked, his eyes laser-focused. 

“We’ll go to the pharmacy first thing in the mornin’,” he said once he was done, discarding the rag and kicking off his jeans to join you in bed. He held you close, his arms wrapped around you as pulled you against him. “For now, get some rest.” You let out a sleepy little hum, snuggling into his chest. It wasn’t hard at all to fall asleep, to your pleasant surprise, and you slept a very blissful, dreamless sleep until morning, your heart full and satisfied- and you knew you’d become addicted to him, but you were more than okay with that. 

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A/N: As feral as I am, I cannot write smut without giggling - It's just really funny trying to find hot ways to describe a pp LOL. Also ignore how sucky the title is I literally couldn't think of anything T-T.

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