𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : At a nighttime boat party, Rafe casually pulls you onto his lap and suggests a shotgun, blowing cigarette smoke into your mouth. Rafe fucking you with people around.| 1.3k words
The music from the beach party carried across the water in muffled waves—bass thumping, people laughing, bottles clinking somewhere behind you. The boat rocked gently with the tide, the dark ocean stretching out around the scattered lights of other boats and the bonfire onshore. You sat a little ways from Rafe, close enough that the smell of his cigarette drifted toward you every time the wind shifted. The tip glowed in the dark as he took a slow drag, his shoulders loose, one arm draped along the back of the seat like he owned the whole damn boat. You tried not to stare, but it was hard not to when he looked like that—shirt half unbuttoned, legs Spread. Rafe noticed, He always did.
He turned his head slightly, twisting his mouth to the side as he blew smoke away from you. His eyes slid over, catching yours in the dim light. A crooked smirk pulled at his lips. “C’mere.” His voice was low, rough from the cigarette and whatever he’d been drinking earlier. He patted his thigh once, casually, the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.“Sit on my lap.” You didn’t hesitate. You shifted across the bench and climbed over him, settling onto his thigh. The movement made the boat rock slightly, and Rafe’s hands came up immediately, planting themselves on either side of your hips to steady you. “Careful,” he muttered, fingers tightening briefly. “Don’t dump us in the water.” The cigarette fell between his fingers as he pulled it from his lips, a thin stream of smoke escaping from his mouth as he exhaled.
Rafe glanced up at you through his lashes, studying your face like he was deciding something. Then he lifted the cigarette again.“Shotgun.” He blew the last of the smoke off to the side first, like he’d done earlier, giving you a chance to nod. Your eyes followed the movement of the cigarette as he took another slow drag. The ember brightened in the darkness, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he inhaled. But his gaze never left yours. Not for a second. Your heart picked up a little as you leaned forward, bringing your face closer to his. “Yeah?” you murmured softly. Rafe’s mouth tilted again, amused.“Yeah.”He exhaled slowly into your mouth. The smoke was warm and bitter as it passed between you, the faint taste of tobacco lingering as you inhaled. You held it for a second before letting it drift back out into the night air. Rafe watched the whole thing like he was hypnotized. “Christ,” he muttered under his breath. Before you could say anything, he leaned up and caught your mouth in a kiss. It was sudden and rough, the kind of kiss that stole the air right out of your lungs. Your hands came up automatically, cupping his jaw and the back of his neck, fingers sliding into his hair.
Rafe’s hands tightened on your hips, gripping like he didn’t want you going anywhere.Somewhere nearby, someone shouted and laughed from another boat, the party still going full force around you. You pulled back just enough to breathe.“Rafe,” you murmured, glancing toward the sound of people nearby. “There are people around.” His grip on your hips only tightened.“I don’t care,” he said immediately. And he really didn’t. Rafe dragged you closer again and kissed you harder this time, his mouth warm and insistent. When he broke the kiss, he didn’t go far—just enough to trail his mouth down along your jaw. Your breath caught when his lips brushed your neck.
“Rafe—” He hummed against your skin, clearly not listening. His nose nudged against the side of your throat before his lips pressed there, slow this time, almost teasing. One of his hands slid slightly up your side while the other stayed firm on your hip.“Relax,” he murmured against your skin. You could feel his grin.“No one’s even looking.”As if to prove his point, he leaned back just enough to glance toward the party lights. People were dancing, arguing, jumping off boats—completely distracted. Rafe looked back at you, eyes darker now.“Told you.” His thumb brushed absentminded circles into your hip as he tilted his head.“So,” he said quietly, voice rough again. “You gonna keep worrying about them…”His mouth brushed your neck again.“…or pay attention to me?” The boat rocked gently beneath you while the music thumped across the water and Rafe waited for your answer, his hands still firm on your hips like he had no intention of letting you move.
You shook your head, moaning softly as you leaned into him, your forehead resting against his. "Don't stop. Just... fuck, be careful." But even as you said it, you were grinding down harder, chasing the friction of his cock against you."Get these off. Now." he said, voice husky. Your hands trembled as you pushed your shorts and underwear down your thighs, kicking them aside onto the boat deck. Rafe did the same with his jeans, shoving them down just enough to pull out his thick cock, already hard and throbbing in his fist. He gave himself a few pumps, eyes flicking back to yours. "C'mere," he ordered again, patting his thigh like before, but this time with intent. You didn't hesitate, positioning yourself over him, the tip of his cock brushing your entrance. Rafe leaned back one arm draped casually behind his head. "Ride me," he said simply, as he watched you with hooded eyes. "Show me how bad you want it."
Gripping his shoulders for balance, you sank down slowly, the stretch of his cock filling your ass inch by inch. A low moan tore from your throat at the burn, the fullness making your vision blur. Rafe's free hand guided your hip, helping you take him deeper until you were seated fully, his length buried to the hilt inside you. "That's it," Rafe growled, taking a drag and holding the smoke in his lungs. He pulled you forward by the nape of your neck, sealing his lips over yours in another shotgun, blowing the warm haze into your mouth. You inhaled sharply, the mix of nicotine and his taste making your head spin as you exhaled against his lips. You started moving then, lifting up on your knees before dropping back down, setting a rhythm that had the boat creaking faintly beneath you. Rafe's cock dragged against your walls with every thrust, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "Fuck, yeah," he murmured, eyes fixed on where your body joined his, watching you take his cock over and over."You take it so good. Look at you, bouncing on my dick like you were made for it."
Your hands braced on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palms as you rode him harder, the slap of skin on skin mixing with your ragged breaths. The party's noise faded into the background, drowned out by the wet sounds of you fucking yourself on him. Rafe's other hand came up to stroke your cock in time with your movements."Rafe—shit," you gasped, your pace faltering as pleasure coiled tight in your gut. His hands clamped down on both your hips now, taking control for a moment as he thrust up hard, burying himself deep. "Gonna fill this ass." You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as he pounded up into you, the boat rocking with the force. Rafe's mouth found your neck again, sucking a mark there while his hips snapped relentlessly. "Come on, baby," he panted against your skin. The words pushed you over, your orgasm crashing through you as you clenched around him, spilling hot over his fist and stomach. Rafe groaned, thrusting erratically before he followed, his cock pulsing as he shot deep into your ass, filling you with warmth. You collapsed against his chest, both of you breathing heavy, the distant party lights blurring in your vision. Rafe's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as the boat settled, his lips brushing your ear. "Shit," he whispered, a satisfied smirk in his voice. "Worth every fucking second."
(first actual fic since october ninth of last year..... so yeah)
"am i dong good? am i doing good? am i doing good?" that's all bob could repeat while slamming his hips downward, arms wrapping your bob closer to his with strength that grew tighter and tighter the longer he was inside you. you had your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him closer to you as to not lose that amazing dick for even a second.
"so fucking good... you're doing so fucking good bob" you let out in a shaky breath close to his ear, he felt chills going down his spine at just the sensation, hand jumping to grasp the frazzled bed covers next to your head as his teeth grinded against each other "f-fuck" he lets out under his breath, your lower half was going more and more numb as he fucked you more but you didn't care one bit.
"you like that" you run your hand up his spine to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging at it just to hear those soft pretty sounds escape his lips in the form of whimper "i- i love it" bob stammers out, hands starting to roam your body a little more than before, laying kisses all over your chest for you to adore the next morning.
"show me then baby" you whisper to him in that seductive tone that could make him tear down a building just to hear for the first time again, lifting his body up to reveal those rock hard abs you love so much and the tears of pleasure welled in his eyes, pulling out for just a moment to readjust you on the bed before he presses his dick back into you, sinking his inches in until he's at the base, filling you just right.
"fuck yesss" you moan out clenching onto his hands which are tightly place on your waist, rolling his hips back to start pounding into you with vicious speed, your head layed back in a mix of pain and pleasure but you don't dare to let bob see you in any sort of pain or you know he'll stop right in his tracks and lord knows you need this right now "give it to me baby" you whimper between the loud skin on skin smacking.
bob with one last thrust falls over onto you, blowing his load into you and pushing it deeper while wrapping his arms back around you "was i good" he looks down at you with those brown puppy dog eyes "amazing" you let out a heavy breath while twirling his hair with your finger.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Rafe taking you upstairs during a party at his place. Rafe fucking you aggressively then letting you cum on his face. | drabble + porn without plot
Rafe had dragged you up here the second you arrived, his breath already laced with whiskey, eyes glassy as he slammed the door shut behind you. “Fuck the party,” he'd growled, shoving you against the dresser, his hands rough on your shirt, pulling it over your head without a care throwing it across the floor. Rafe sprawled on his bed, shirtless and jeans shoved down just enough, his thick cock hard and jutting up. He gripped your waist, pulling you down onto his lap with a grunt, his fingers bruising your skin as you straddled him. “Ride me, yeah?“ he rasped, His eyes hazy from the shots he'd downed earlier. You sank down onto him, his cock stretching you wide, the burn making you hiss as you took him inch by inch. Rafe's head fell back against the headboard, a low moan ripping from his throat. “That's it, fuck—take it all.” His hands clamped onto your hips, nails digging in deep, guiding you as you started to move. Up and down, grinding hard, your own cock bouncing against your stomach with each thrust. The bed creaked under the force, and Rafe bucked up to meet you, slamming into you relentlessly.
“So fucking tight,” he snarled, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple hard, twisting until you gasped. His hips snapped up again, driving deeper, the slap of skin on skin echoing louder than the music below. You rode him faster, chasing the friction, your thighs burning from the effort. Rafe's grip tightened, fingers leaving red marks on your hips, pulling you down harder onto his cock. He sat up suddenly, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you flush against him, his mouth crashing onto yours in a messy, biting kiss. Teeth clashed, tongues battled, and his free hand roamed, slapping your ass hard enough to sting. your cock trapped between your bodies, rubbing against his abs with friction that had you moaning into his mouth. Rafe sensed it, that telltale hitch in your breath, and shoved you off him abruptly, his cock slipping free with a slick sound.
“Get up,” Rafe ordered, voice rough as he slid off the bed, dropping to his knees on the edge. He grabbed your thighs, yanking you forward until your legs dangled over the side, his broad shoulders settling between them. His face was inches from your cock, hard and leaking pre-cum, and he looked up at you with that feral hunger. “Jerk it. I want you to cum all over me.”You wrapped your hand around your shaft, stroking fast, the pleasure building quick from the earlier ride. Rafe's hands dug into your thighs now, spreading them wider, his breath hot against your skin. “Do it, fucking cum on my face,” he demanded, slapping his own cheek hard—the sharp crack making your cock twitch in your fist. Your strokes quickened, the pressure unbearable.
You groaned as you came hard, ropes of cum splattering across his face—his cheeks, his lips, dripping down his chin. Rafe didn't flinch—he licked at what landed near his mouth, groaning low. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, fingers still bruising your thighs, holding you steady as you rode out the aftershocks. When you finally slumped back, spent, Rafe wiped a streak from his jaw with the back of his hand, smirking up at you. “Good shit.” The party raged on outside, but in here, it was just the two of you in the mess you'd made.
"i only started watching football because of you," you laid down on your stomach, stretching your body across cameron's king-sized bed. the curtains in his penthouse bedroom were drawn back, muffling the loud noices of the city. you adjusted your shorts a little before facing him. "in case i haven't mentioned that before."
"wow," cam smirked. his bare torso glistened as he sat against the headboard. he only wore a pair of grey shorts, so your eyes were fixed on his big bulge and set of hard abs. "so my number one fan turned out to be a rookie?"
cameron crawled above you and raised your chin up. he pressed his sweet lips against yours, immediately entering his tongue roughly and grazing your teeth and gums. you whimpered as you arched back, feelings his hard cock press against your ass.
"best part about my career," cam groaned as he pulled away. "is i got to meet you and your tight body." he tore your shorts roughly, exposing your butt to the air. a sharp moan escapes you as his hand meets your skin, rubbing before giving it a strike. he throws away the torn cloth to the corner, leaving you completely naked to his mercy.
"cam?" you hear the rustle of his shorts being pulled down and hitting the bed. he spreads his legs over yours, and you feel the hard head pressing against your tight cheeks. "can you please be gentle? i wasn't able to walk for a day last time we did this."
cam bent down to your ear. "yeah well this time," he rasped against your ear. "you're not gonna be able to walk for a week."
you moaned loud, eyes rolling back and all cam simply did was talk filth into your mouth as he dug his fingers into your hips. you held your breath while he breached the head of his large cock into the entrance. toes curling as inch by inch, he stretched you with his sheer girth and power.
a loud groan escapes cam when his hips hit your plump rear. your fingers desperately grip the sheets, taking shallow breaths as you felt every throb of his large cock inside your entrance. slowly, he dragged back, instantly making you yelp. "cam!"
"shh, you got this, pretty boy." he hummed against your ear. cameron pressed his defined chest against your back, tingling your skin with the vibrations of his voice. he dragged out his cock all the way out before slamming back in with immense force, sending an explosion of pure agony and euphoria inside your stomach.
cam began a ruthless pace that punched a whimper and gasp with every snap of his hips back into your hole. his grip on your body hardened, every grunt and groan coming from your football star boyfriend making your own dick leak harder against the sheets. every impact rubbed you against the bed, sending the stars to form in your eyes.
"you like that?" cam's deep voice deepened your arousal towards him. he wrapped an arm around your stomach, lifting you to your knees. his thrusts intensified, awakening every nerve inside you with rough friction. before you could respond, he hit your ass cheek once more.
"cameron!" you pushed your ass against him on instinct, eyes filling with tears. he caressed your rear before smacking it again, timed with each savage penetration into your hole. "you're so good! so hot!"
"that's right," cam rasped. he reached for your hard member and began stroking the length up and down. your soft moans became loud as the sensations became overwhelming: the constant pounding against your prostate, cam jerking you off, your back rubbing against his hard pectorals and abs. it was a sexual haven all at once. "you're taking me so well. that's why you're my number one fan boy."
the orgasm building inside you tightened your stomach. you clawed on cam's arm. "i- i'm cumming!"
"cum for me, pretty boy. i'll cum inside your ass too. fill my trophy with my my spunk." his words unleashed your cum onto the sheets and into his first. you whimpered and reached back to hold onto his thighs, his thrusts not showing any sign of slowing.
"cameron— i'm sensitive—" you whined, your body becoming more aware of every act of invasion.
"just a bit more— fuck!" cam drove into your body three times more before shocking you with his liquids spurting into your tight channel. he painted your insides in his warmth, grinding into your convulsing body to ride out his high.
cameron fell on top of you, burying his softening cock into your ass and crushing you against the mattress. "you alright?" he brushed the strands of hair away from your sweaty boyfriend. "you're just so hot i wanna fuck you senseless every single time."
you nodded. "i'm good, cameron."
he smirked before pulling your cheek, making you smile as well. "cutest fan boy ever."
⫘⫘⫘ summary: you thought your drummer ex boyfriend rafe was over you, but their newest song proves you otherwise.
"our last song was written by our very own drummer rafe, who has never touched a pen after we graduated high school." half laughs dissipated through the café after topper joked. he stood on stage with an electric guitar slung around his neck, fingers already pressing on the neck. he's dressed how you normally saw him before: button down shirt and some pressed trousers.
had you known your ex boyfriend's band was performing at this open mic then you would've bolted through the door faster than lightning. but he probably couldn't see you in the corner booth where you sat. only you could see rafe, down in a white tank top drenched in sweat and denim jeans. his head slung low, face covered in the shadows. his biceps glistened under the low lights.
your stomach churned, and you weren't sure if it was from the artificial milkshake flavors you had or it was simply because you saw rafe. the handsome man that was once yours until he wasn't.
"still, i think this is one of our best original songs. it came from the bottom of his heart, so please be kind to him." topper continued. "it's called 'flowers for my dead feelings.'"
rafe struck his drumsticks three times before kelce followed with a rough beat with his bass guitar. topper leaned into the microphone stand, and your stomach turned in on itself after you heard the first lyric.
"you held me through dark times and all my lies,
kissed me before i confessed to my crime.
you told me you loved me but then you got tired.
so ill stand outside your door,
with my flowers that died."
the mellow beat broke into the mayhem rafe's band was known for. topper continued onto the first verse, the lights going crazy for over them. you usually hated the flashing but you can't pull away your eyes from rafe. his arms flexed with every calculated strike against the polyester film, swiftly going from one side to another in a matter of seconds.
his teeth dug into his lower lip. you always found his focus hot, the way his eyes would instantly blaze with passion once he's with his drums. he used to look at you the same way, until one day he stopped.
that's why the song doesn't make sense. of course, he could be singing about the girls you saw him with a day after you broke up with him. but there was this messed-up hope within you that maybe you really mattered and the song was about you.
the rough melody continued. the veins on rafe's hands and arms popped, sweat dripping from his truffle brown bangs. he played with so much passion even as the song ended. he remained looking down throughout the performance, and you couldn't help but wonder if it was out of shame. you wished it wasn't. the song was more beautiful than your entire relationship with him.
"you don't gotta surrender,
i dug my own grave.
i just wish you'd offer me flowers
so i know if you and i could've been saved."
topper strummed the final notes before the crowd erupted into applause. he and kelce stayed on stage and said their thank yous, but rafe stood up and went backstage like nothing had happened. like he just didn't bare himself to everyone else through a song that hit your heart harder than you thought it would.
against better judgement, you stood up and walked past the kitchen where the smell of alcohol and pancakes mixed before pulling the curtain to the backstage space.
the air is clouded by sweat and rubber. cables and speakers are cluttered all around. rafe sat on a black chest, instantly turning his head to face you. his jaw tight and firm chest heaving.
"you're here." he muttered breathlessly. "fuck, you heard that?"
"was that about me?" you gripped the velour curtains tight.
rafe just looked at you for a moment, his cold blue eyes freezing away anything that could give away what he's thinking. he takes a deep breath, "who else?"
"um, i don't know rafe." you didn't expect his answer. "those girls you were out with a day after we broke up? it's been four months, lord knows almost every girl in this town is in love with you. you could have a new girlfriend every day."
"well fuck me. everyone in this town can be in love with me and i'll still write that song cause the boy i love doesn't love me back anymore." rafe stood up and walked to you.
you held your breath, his strong musk and sharp body spray filling your nose and slaving all your senses. it didn't help that his biceps were so defined and thick and within your reach. "so yes, that song was about you. everything i was afraid to tell you, everything i should've told you, was all in there." he growled.
"w-why couldn't you just say those things to me?" you breathed, eyes locked to the floor.
rafe raised your face with a finger. his stormy gaze melted into yours. "you know im a coward when it comes to you. and you know im a coward to things that matter." his lips was mere itches away, his hot exhales instantly scorching your skin.
"rafe— don't—" despite your words, your mouth opened when rafe leaned in. his finger leaves your jaw and went to cup your cheek.
"you're not pulling away." he was right. you sank yourself into him when he pressed his lips onto yours. your hands rest on his beating chest while he roped his arm around your hips, holding you flush against his body.
rafe's tongue pushed into your mouth. you whimper as he licks your gums and battles with your tongue. your hands finds his sweat-slicked biceps, squeezing them before running your touch up and down. he groans, sending vibrations to your core.
after a few minutes, rafe pulled away and rest his forehead on yours. "missed you too." he smiled.
you chuckled, grinning like a kid on christmas day. you took in deep breaths, catching the air rafe's kiss took from you. "you probably could've saved turning into beethoven had you just told me what you composed."
"its our best song. i have no regrets." suddenly, rafe picked you up in his arms and held you by the knees, looping your legs around his torso.
you wrap your arms to his nape. "what's next, drummer boy?"
"i wanna get out of here. i missed you. missed calling you my pretty boy." he pecked your lips.
you smiled at rafe. just moments ago, you were in between reminiscing and deciphering their song. now, it was all clear that he still wanted you as much as you wanted him.
"well no one's leaving until we've packed all of these. you're not getting out of this, rafe." topper suddenly entered through the front stage entrance.
"not even you getting back your man." kelce followed inside, already carrying some cables along with his guitar.
rafe grunted before turning to you again. "this will be quick. then i swear, im yours again."
Grr i love your zoro fic, do you write for ftm character? If you do please ftm sanji x domtop male reader 🫠🫠🫠 WANNA EAT HIM OUT SB
I WANT MORE! — TOP MALE READER X VINSMOKE SANJI
synopsis. sex with sanji always feels good. it's exciting. and fun. there's an issue though: it's just good, but never too good. well, here's the thing — sometimes, overwhelming pleasure bordering on overstimulation might be a good way to spice things up . . . wc. 1.7k
tags. ftm! brat! sanji, dom! reader. cunnilingus, squirting, multiple orgasms, cum eating, overstimulation, choking with thighs, reader's a little little mean, fluff!
Sanji gasped into the back of his hand, panting desperately.
Two warm palms had reached between his thighs and gently pried them open, a wet sensation digging into his clothed cunt.
“F-fucking hell, sweetheart,” Sanji muttered as your tongue drew up to swipe against his soaked clit. He let out a sharp exhale as you mouthed him through his boxers, wetly sucking at the fat nub. “What—what is this? Where’d you learn this from?”
You didn’t respond, too occupied with what was in front of you. The stain only grew in size as you buried your face into the sweet, musky scent, and you hummed with satisfaction, making him jolt with a whine as the vibration sent a shockwave of pleasure straight into him.
“Answer—hn, me!” Strong thighs clamped down around your head as he mindlessly rutted back against your mouth, making you see stars. “Who taught you?”
“No one,” you said, or at least tried to say, as your mouth was muzzled by Sanji pushing his wet cunt at you, smearing your face with saliva and slick. You had read about it in one of Robin’s books, and had wanted to try it.
“What? Who?” he asked dumbly, throwing his head back onto the pillow as he rocked his hips against your mouth, trying to coax your tongue out. “It better not have been those—hngh, women at the island!”
You almost wanted to laugh at how ironic it was, that the infamous Vinsmoke Sanji—known for being a womaniser—was now jealous of the women he usually fawned over.
“Hn, hah, this ain’t half bad—”
You growled, annoyed at him for using your mouth like one of his toys. You held his thighs still over your shoulder to stop him from moving, lips curling with amusement at the way his hips bucked, not understanding your displeasure. “What?” Sanji panted, raising his head to glance at you irritatedly. “Get on movin’!”
You frowned. Who did he think he was?
With measured strength, you pulled back just enough to show him a sickly sweet smile. “Shall I help you take it off, Sanji?” Fingers grasped the hem of his boxers as you pressed two thumbs into his lower crotch, enjoying the way he squirmed at your touch.
“Y-yeah,” he muttered. “Take it off already.”
What a brat. Perhaps you spoiled him a little too often.
You peeled the clothing off, revealing a lovely, fleshy pink cunt, its lips parted and drooling all over the sheets already. It was always a sight to have him under you, his hole pulsing around you as you drilled your thick cock into him, but this—this was something else entirely.
“Hold your legs open for me.”
“What?”
“Do it, or you won’t be coming tonight.”
Sanji frowned, opening his mouth as though to argue back but then deciding against it, that getting to come was far more important than any sense of self-worth tonight. He reluctantly brought his legs up and slowly spread them for you, flushing and trembling as the action exposed the entirety of his pussy to you.
Sanji thrust up against you impatiently and you immediately grabbed his hips, tight enough to bruise. You glared up at him with a warning, to which he completely ignored. “Hurry up, sweetheart,” he griped, rubbing his wet folds on your lips. “Wanna come.”
Oh. So that was all that he thought of you: something for him to hump on. You were going to teach him a lesson.
“Yeah?” You grinned. “You wanna come?”
“So bad,” Sanji whined, hips bucking as you held him still. “Just fucking go already!”
You pretended to frown and pull away, only to have him whimper, eyes widening and shaking his head frantically. “You want me to go? I’ll go.”
“No! Not what I meant—goddammit, sweetheart, you know what I want, so give it to me already.”
You barked out a laugh. “I’m not a mind reader, am I? How am I supposed to know what you’re thinking?”
Sanji glowered at you, almost shivering with frustration. He knew what you wanted. You wanted to see him beg, to come undone before you even touched him properly, and he was so close to doing whatever you wanted him to if it meant he would finally be able to come. He squeezed his eyes shut, sparing them of any humiliation.
“Please,” he whined your name softly. “Fuck me with your tongue.”
You smiled, pleased. “Fine with me.”
Without wasting a moment, you shoved his hips up at the same time as your tongue plunged down, sliding between the slick folds of his pussy to penetrate him. Sanji jackknifed off the bed with a hoarse scream, one hand letting go of his thigh to blindly grab for your hair, tugging at the strands painfully.
“Oh fuck—please!” he cried out, legs spasming as he shoved your mouth deeper into his cunt. You lapped at his insides with abandon, drinking and swallowing greedily the slick that drenched his hole, enjoying the way the salty tang of it rolled deep down your throat and left a fragrant aftertaste.
Drool dripped down your chin as you ate him out messily, loosening the most tender parts of his insides the way you had never been able to: by pounding your fat cock inside his pussy, or having him take your thick fingers as you stretched him out—those were good, too, but no, this was so much more sensual, and tasted so much better, and you were almost angry at yourself for not trying this sooner.
Sanji was a sobbing, whining mess when you raised your head to look at him again, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he cried out your name, begging you to take him and then take more of him. “So fuckin’—good!” he moaned loudly. “I want more!”
It’s filthy, humiliating, and so fucking arousing, and before he knew it, he was rutting back against your face, lost in so much pleasure, all at once way too much and not nearly enough to satisfy just yet—
“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna fucking come!” Sanji screamed, back bowing off the bed as he came all over your face, thighs involuntarily clamping down hard around your neck, choking you so hard you blacked out for a second.
The next thing he saw when he came to his senses was your face, shiny with his come and slick, edging toward his pulsing cunt again.
You grinned at him, almost wickedly.
“No, no, no.” Sanji shook his head wildly. “No more. I just came, please, sweetheart, please—”
“You said you wanted more.”
“Just give me a second—I’ll be ready for you in a second. Please, baby.”
You ignored him. “I’m going to give you what you want, since you’ve been so good for me. Right, Sanji?”
Without waiting for his answer, you grabbed him by the ass and hoisted him up into the air, sucking eagerly at his oversensitive clit as his breath seized up, lips parting and yet unable to make noise anymore, just trembling and convulsing as the muscles in his thighs continued to spasm with too much pleasure it nearly bordered on pain.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as Sanji gasped and shuddered, clutching your hair so hard you thought you felt them getting torn up by the roots. And then you committed the next atrocity. Instead of diving in and slurping his pussy like you did before, you stuck your tongue out, using the hands gripping his ass to slowly push his cunt up your tongue, and then down, and then up again, repeatedly—fucking your tongue with his hole.
Sanji gave a helpless whimper that sounded suspiciously like your name as he writhed on your tongue, pupils so dilated you could barely see their rim. “Please,” you thought you heard him sob faintly, as though he wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore.
“Please what?”
This was his last chance to stop you—you weren’t that cruel, after all.
“Please,” he cried weakly, “make me come again!”
You grinned, a sense of pride overwhelming you as you dove back in to finish the job—he was so well-trained, so good for you. And who were you to deny him? He was begging so nicely, after all.
Sanji let out a stream of broken moans as you continued your assault on his pussy, his thighs clenching around your head so tightly that stars pooled at the edges of your vision. Your tongue reached deep inside him and caressed a spot so good and fucking right that the coil of pleasure in his stomach started to get looser, and wetter, like a dam being driven to burst—a feeling he scarcely ever felt, but whenever he did, whenever he did—
You latched your mouth over his entrance, sealing it properly as he squirted down your throat.
His lower half went limp in your arms as he continued to tremble and whimper, and you feared for a second that you might have broken him. But when he opened his half-lidded eyes to look at you with a tenderness that you rarely ever saw, you knew that wasn’t the case.
“Never knew—” Sanji panted for breath, “that you could be so mean.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah.”
“Want to do it again?”
He snapped out of his daze, eyes widening with horror.
You couldn’t help it—you laughed. “Not now. I meant after.”
“Oh,” Sanji said, softly. “That would be wonderful, sweetheart.” A second shock seized him as he looked at you, almost guiltily. “What about you? You haven’t come yet.”
“No. Making you feel good was enough.” You smiled reassuringly, despite the fact that you were so hard it fucking hurt, aching with the need to feel his cunt tightening around it, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to take it. You’d take care of it later, in the shower, maybe, jerking off to thoughts of earlier.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Go sleep, I know you’re tired. I’ll clean you up. And, I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he mumbled tiredly. “So much.”
masterlist! # i apologise for accidentally blue-balling the reader again it was not my intention; also i love you anon i didn't know i needed this until i started imagining it
Perv zoro?? What about perv sanji!? 🫢🫢 HEAR ME OUT KAY??- poor bby feeling likes he's in heat every day ever since he laid eyes on you. Can't help but steal your dirty boxer and finger his cunt to it, moaning your name like a fervent prayer every night, while grinding on his pillow shamelessly but too shy to confessed until you caught him and fuck his cunt full :PP (mean domtop! reader please)
imagine catching perv! sanji face down ass high on your bed, with two fingers stuffed deep in his cunt. his face is nuzzled into your dirty boxers as he moans pathetically, rocking back against his digits and trying to replicate your touch. your sweat-scented pillow is snugly fit between his thighs as he grinds his clit down onto it, letting out a whine as he envisions the pillow as you.
once you make eye contact, he gets embarrassed, sure, but at the end of the day, nothing beats the thrill of being watched like a whore. and so he fucks himself harder on your pillow, letting out breathy, high-pitched moans while tears build up in his eyes in humiliation. he should stop. but it feels too good to stop, especially when you’re so close. a few steps forward and you would be able to stick your dick into his cunt.
his fingers start to go faster, and he arches his back with a garbled moan, legs beginning to tremble as he latches his mouth onto your crumpled underwear, desperately sucking on it and letting the heavy musk travel from his nose and into his lungs, his eyes rolling back. he whines out your name again and again, unable to think about anything else but how good your cock would feel if it was already this good with just his fingers—
two hands grab his asscheeks, prying them apart and spreading his pretty pussy further. his eyes widen comically at the touch, and he gives a pitiful whimper as you pull away his hand that had begun to make his cunt feel so good, and he tries to plunge it back in, only to feel the tip of your dick sliding against his entrance.
he pushes his hips against your cock, feeling it go inside an inch but no further, and he whines, cunt feebly clenching around it.
“a-ah, please, i’m so close…”
his eyes water with unshed tears, biting back a sob because he has wanted this for ages, and with your cock right behind him, he still can’t make it go inside.
does he deserve it, though, for being such a naughty boy, stealing your underwear and pleasuring himself with it? you can’t decide.
Smutober 2025: Day 7 - Sanji x male!reader - private chef to sugar baby
● Sanji was originally hired as your private chef
● his cooking was incredible and you loved having him around
● but you found yourself spending more and more time with him outside of him just cooking for you
● you made him an offer, he could continue to be only your chef or he becomes your sugar baby, still cooking for you but getting paid a hell of a lot more for added benefits
● he happily took you up on your offer because he had been secretly attracted to you too and was too afraid to make a move due to you being his boss
● the first time you had sex he was nervous, getting paid for sex was new to him
● but the sex was amazing and when the money hit his bank account he couldn't believe how much it was
● while he was still cooking for you you were now also taking him out for dates and treating him to fancy dinners
● one night he tells you about his mentor Zeff and how when he was a kid he always dreamed of working in a fine dining restaurant like this
● you just so happened to know the owner of this particular restaurant and pulled some strings to have him come in as a guest chef for a night
● every customer raved about his food and Sanji thanked you with the best meal of your life
● he brought dessert home with you and your bed sheets were stained by chocolate sauce that night
● speaking of, food play is common in your bedroom
● nothing sweeter than Sanji licking whip cream off your cock
● sanji's got quite the sensitive nipples so you can make him cum by putting any kind of sauce or cream on them and sucking them till his eyes roll back
● you gift him all the latest and greatest high tech kitchen gadgets
● and you take him all around the world to let him learn about other cultures cuisines
● and every so often you get him more guest spots at restaurant to learn from some of the best chefs in the world
● he loves to cook naked for you
● and feeding you while sitting in your lap
● for your anniversary you give him the surprise of a life time
● you bought him his own restaurant
● he tried to tell you he couldn't possibly accept this
● “baby you're the hardest working chef I've ever met, you deserve this more than anyone”
● “but I won't have as much time to cook for you at home anymore”
● “guess you'll just have to give me my own special table here,” you joke
● in a couple months he had a full staff and menu and was ready to open
● you christened the restaurant opening night by fucking him in his new office which put an extra pep in his step to cook for the hundreds of people who made reservations
● you had also used your connections to get a famous food critic to come and try his food a week before opening and obviously he got an amazing review
● never did Sanji imagine this would be his life when he took the job working for you
⋆｡° ໑ its his first time being with a guy and hes so nervous he just about collapses as soon as you get your shirt off.
⋆｡° ໑ he tries to assume the role of top, but when you flip him over and push your knee between his thighs, he gets so red in the face it looks like he might pop a blood vessel.
⋆｡° ໑ he gets even more embarrassed when you sink down between his thighs, but as soon as your tongue is on him, his nose is bleeding, and he's a moaning, writhing mess beneath you, trying his hardest not to cum immediately.
DILF Tim Bradford and Femboy Reader secretly touching each other at the dinner table without his wife or son noticing. He's reaching under your skirt and playing with your pussy.
you were trying so hard to hold back moans as tim fingered your soaking wet pussy, but also it was hard for him to stay talking when you were stroking his large cock
"so y/n how's your mom doing"
"sh- she's doing great ms. bradford"
"ah ah that's mrs. bradford to you"
really because with how much her husband touched and fucked you at night you were sure the divorce was imminent, she was trying to talk to tim but his focus was stuck on you
asking you some personal questions, loving the way you stuttered and tripped over your words as his thick fingers traveled deeper in your wet depths
after dinner you were chilling in your best friends room but could hear tim and his wife arguing over the way he was ignoring her at dinner, and boy were you happy
knowing that in the dead of night tom would sneak to the guest room to fuck you roughly while still saying silent, talking about how he wishes he could divorce that bitch that was his wife and marry you
if it meant you got to have his cock split open you folds every day you'd do it in a heartbeat, and you know he'd do it too
pairing: possessive biker!rafe cameron x shy!male reader
genre: fluff
summary: you don't like to dance at the club, but rafe insists so he finds a way
part one
author's note:
sorry if this isn't too good im literally fighting to be able to write something 😭 cause college + personal issues = walking disaster. anyway hope yall still enjoy
rafe made the world burn too bright after you gave him permission to make you his. midnights took your breath away while he kissed and bit your skin, trying his hardest to not push you for the thing you told him you weren't ready for. mornings were spent getting to know his friends and parents and friends again. and in between, he took you to rides around town in his motorcycle, your arms wrapped tight around him.
rafe's lips devoured yours tonight at a different venue. the low bass thumped against your chest while splinters of strobe lights bathed you and rafe. he presses you against the booth's leather seat, his lips crashed and lapped into your mouth while his hand rubbed circles on your hip. you whimpered softly when he bit your lower lip once more.
"damn, no one's gonna steal your boy rafe." kelce chuckled from across the both of you. "let him breathe."
"no, i waited too long for this." rafe's hot breath fanned against the rawed skin of your lips momentarily, before he took your mouth once more. you gripped his shirt, fist knocking against his firm body as the taste of whiskey and pure dominance tinged your tastebuds.
rafe only pulled away when the sharp edm song shifted to a slower pop ballad. his thumb rubbed your cheek while you drew in deep breaths, his eyes melting into yours. it was like looking into a universe you were still learning how to read.
"i love this song!" topper howled, smacking kelce on the back while they scrambled for the dance floor. more people began to flood the glittering tiles. some held onto another person's waist. most began grooving on their own.
"come," rafe's warm hand found your wrist. he began tugging you out of the corner booth.
"rafe i—" you sniffled. "i don't wanna dance."
rafe stared at you with empty eyes for a moment that lasted too long, before he cocked his eyebrow. "why not? i thought we were past not wanting to be seen with me." he grumbled.
"it's not that, rafe." you took a deep breath. "i don't want to be seen dancing. its embarrassing. i don't like the thought of people seeing me move. i'm not even a dancer and i'm really shitty—"
"hey." rafe grabbed your chin to face him, his grip firm but not bruising. "don't talk about my boyfriend like that. if there's a piece of shit here it's definitely not you. it's a bummer though, i really wanted to hit the floor with you."
that made you grin. which caused rafe to slightly smile too. he leaned forward and pecked your lips. "come on, i got an idea."
you watched rafe scavange the bottom of your shared table until he re-emergred with your helmet in hand. it was his original helmet, the black paint and iridescent visor glimmering under the harsh lights. he said it gave him the excuse to buy another helmet, and he wanted you to remember his scent while you rode around town.
"wear this," rafe grunted, pulling down the helmet over your head. before you could even ask why, the weight was already bobbing your head side to side as his fingers worked on the harness. a decisive click bought rafe's hands to hold you steady and look at your face even if you knew he couldn't see you. "now let's go dance."
you inhaled rafe's strong scent that clung onto the helmet lining, riddled with the sweet scent of a summer day at the beach and the strong pull of alcohol. he pulled you onto the dance floor, his power guiding you towards the middle, until he pulled you flush close to him.
"sway with me, don't think about it." rafe spoke in his usual drawl, only now it was muffled by the thick helmet lining. his hands ran down to your waist, guiding you to his slow rhythm.
"people are watching. they're wondering what freak is wearing a helmet indoors." you mumbled with certainty even if you couldn't exactly see everyone else.
"then eyes on me baby boy, you know that i hate it when you look at everyone else but me." rafe's voice dropped an octave, reverberating in your chest pressed against his hard set of abs due to the height gap. "only my gaze matters. only the look i give to you matters."
you smiled to yourself. you still couldn't quite believe the fact that rafe cameron fell for you, and you denied yourself from this feeling just because you thought you were unworthy. you still think about that sometimes, but now you feel good enough to loop your arms around his neck. rafe craned his neck lower to let you reach him.
you swayed like that for a while as the song continued. his hands never left your hips, and your hug never let go of him. what made the dance more intense was that somehow, despite the tinted visor, rafe's eyes still found yours. he stared at you through the glass, studying you as much as you wanted to study him. it was a connection— how he found your eyes even if he didn't know where to look. at that moment, the loud howls and chatter from the crowd faded into the background. no one else mattered.
suddenly, your stomach burned with the desire for something that you knew you could give him. cleared your throat. "rafe?"
"yeah?" he breathed.
"can you kiss me?"
rafe's forehead crumpled for a second. "here?"
you nodded.
rafe smirked, and you swear your legs went limp. his hand snakes around the small of your back and pressed you against him so hard you could hear his heart through your thick helmet. he slowly lifted your helmet— just enough to expose your lips to the stale club air— and pressed himself on you.
it was a different kind of kiss. it still felt rough and dominating, true to his nature, but there was a drop of sweetness amidst the intensity. he slid his tongue inside, gently tapping yours and smirking into it. the world went on around you, but in that moment, you were fully consumed by rafe. you pulled him closer, letting him kiss you deeper.
the slow pop faded back into another edm trap, allowing rafe to pull away. you gasped for a breath against his heated exhales. he lowered the helmet and pressed his forehead on the shell.
"wanna get out of here? leave topper and kelce?" he asked in his gravely voice.
pairing: possessive biker!rafe cameron x shy!male reader
genre: fluff, angst
summary: rafe takes you for a ride after "winning" you at a race, confronting you about where he truly stands
part two
rafe cameron always won. it didn't matter if it were something he was good at or not- the universe always placed him on top. you chose to believe it was the universe and not divine intervention moving mountains because if that were the case then something's messed up above.
but then again, maybe he was just good at racing. you wouldn't admit it but your stomach jumped when he flew across two hills.
"get on," the motorbike's heavy engine continued to rumble in front of you, drumming against your chest. you fondled with the threads sticking out of the sleeve of your worn sweater, looking down as you were unable to meet rafe's eyes. you hear the visor of his helmet lift up. "hey."
rafe sat on the bike that drove him to victory which brought him to you. the black leather racing suit hugged his toned figure perfectly, his large hands were covered by a set of matching gloves, and his black matte helmet made him seem sharper than he already was. he was attractive and hot, a man who could have you on your knees after dinner.
"look at me," his deep voice was muffled by the helmet. you nervously met his eyes, and you've never seen such blue eyes that glimmered the way that his do. "it's part of the deal. you've got no choice."
"yeah, you have to go out with him." topper cheered from behind. he was with kelce, already drinking into oblivion. "that was the bet. he loses, he stops trying to make you his. he wins, he takes you out."
"come on, i'm not that bad." rafe took off his helmet and placed it over your head, adjusting to a snug fit. "unless you want me to be bad."
your body refused to agree to your head, slipping into the seat. your heart began skipping beats as you slowly wrapped your arms around rafe's waist, the heat radiating from his large body. rafe let out a deep sigh, and yanked you closer to him. he wrapped your arms around his waist tight, your head pressed on his back. "can't have you flying off." he mumbled. he always had that disinterested tone, even if the flowers and messages he overwhelmed you with stated otherwise.
the uphill ride was probably the closest you'd be to ever reaching heaven. the helmet blocked most of the strong wind, but you could still feel it through the gap and through your limbs. the setting sunlight shattered through the tall narrow trees and you caught a glimpse of rafe's side profile caught in the illumination. it was like the sun set for him and him alone.
rafe eventually slowed down as you neared a cliff. from where you sat, the view was already breathtaking. the sky truly looked endless, like if you could reach out just enough you might touch the purple magic. he killed the engine, putting the both of you in nature's silence. "get off." he ordered.
you jumped off and as you began working the helmet, rafe suddenly caged you against the motorbike. his two arms were planted to your sides and his eyes were filled with anger, but not the kind that scared you. you were both frozen in this position for a good moment before he asked: "why don't you want me?"
"w-what?" you looked at him eyes wide, unsure how to answer the question.
"i-i put effort into trying to get you. i don't put effort into the people i dated before. i send you flowers, chocolates, fucking care packages. i send you messages but you rarely respond. are you getting some sick thrill from seeing me like this?" rafe's chest rises as he inhales, making you swallow. "or what? you just don't like me?"
"i-i just don't understand either rafe," you breathed. the waves crashed like thunder at the rocks below. "why me? we have nothing in common. you're this kook who parties and does drugs and has all the confidence in the world. i'm none of those things. my friday nights consists of tv and a quick read before i doze off. i hate public stuff-"
"does it look like i care about those things?" he cut you off. "ever since i saw you at the beach, i couldn't get you out of my head. you're handsome and cute at the same time and i don't know how you managed to do that at the same time. i want you all to myself. that's all i know. you drive me crazy. and i know i drive you crazy too."
rafe's hands steadily traveled from your hips to your sides. his touch was electrifying, foreign, and addictive. your breath hitched as he pulled your body against his, his tough exterior melting your heart inside. it was impossible not to fall in love with rafe- he was the angel and the devil all at once.
"i don't think i'll be good enough for you." you mumbled. rafe's gaze were fixed on yours. "do you really want someone who gets scared with merely talking to other people?"
"we could work on that. we could always work on that." rafe pressed his forehead against yours, his sweat dripping onto your skin. you inhaled his scent: pure masculine wood tinged by the salt in the north carolina air. "but you don't have to. because i'll take you for who you are and not who you could be. i haven't even spent one whole day with you and you already have me obsessed, pretty boy."
your legs wobbled with his words and rafe was quick to catch you with a hand on the small of your back. it was warm and he looked at you with so much fire he could probably set the whole forest ablaze for you. it felt right.
rafe lifted off your helmet as you pushed against him with a slight gasp, already feeling his enormous erection through the strain of his pants. he smirked to himself before engulfing your lips into his. you could completely lose yourself in the feeling of rafe's movements, pressing you against the motorcycle. he devoured like a starved man, tasting like bliss and bitter desire all at once.
you held onto his leather suit, trying to match his rhythm that completely dominated you. "so delicious," he murmured before taking you in a kiss again. the feeling completely enslaved your mind, all you wanted was more of him and you didn't want it to end.
you were about to see stars when rafe pulled away, breath ragged against your kiss-swolen lips. "do you want to get out of here?"
"i-" you reached for his jaw, razor-sharp and with a bit of roughness that felt on brand with him. "i kind of wanna stay here first. for the view."
for a moment, rafe looked confused. as if deciphering if you were serious or not. then he took your hand in his and kissed the back. "you're lucky i bought you to my favorite place. one hour, then i'm taking you home."
rafe cameron always won, and this time, it wasn't such a bad thing.
warnings: porn no plot, amab!reader, gojo cries, no specific dom/sub dynamics, gojo is a little silly at the end
His lips are plump and soft, kissing the tip of your head. His warm tongue gently prods, swirling around your head, lapping up the pre that leaks out. His gaze find yours, lids falling over his eyes as he slowly pulls back to kitten lick at your slit.
Each small shift of your hips makes him hum in satisfaction. His teeth lightly graze your tip as he guides himself down your shaft, down, down, until his lips reach his hand.
He’s wrapped tight around your base, hand large enough it can hold a majority of your sex. He guides his head back off as his hand begins to gently stroke, up and down, back and forth. Soft moans and whimpers spill from your mouth, eyes screwing shut.
He’s warm, he’s wet. His tongue is back, licking at your head and lapping up each drop of pre. His other hand rises from your thigh to pump the rest of your length, hands moving in different directions. It’s overstimulating; each squeeze, each twist, each lick.
One of your own hands reaches out, finding the back of his head. Your fingers lace through his snowy white hair, slowly pushing him closer to your dick. Your thighs are tense, other hand braced behind you as you shallowly thrust into his hands.
His lips wrap back around you, his cheeks hallowing out as he blows. Something in your chest tightens, your core and face heating up as though a fire had been started. He sinks lower, a hand releasing to instead fondle and squeeze your balls.
Whines and groans are escaping your lips as he takes you deeper, the hand at your base letting go, being quickly replaced by his mouth. Tears gather in his eyes as he chokes, pulling back for a breath before deep throating you once again.
His cheeks are flushed red, drool leaking down his chin. You begin thrusting into his mouth at the same time that he sinks himself down onto you, feeling your stomach flex and melt. Tears catch in his snowy white lashes, blurring his vision.
Your toes are curling before you know it, cum spurting deep in his throat. He chokes, though swallows it all down. His hands gently caress your thighs as he pulls back, placing a kiss to your tip before smiling up at you. “I love how you taste. We should freeze your cum to make mochi.”
feeling incredibly normal about frat boy satoru n suguru
frat boy satoru who, despite his popularity, and frankly nauseatingly high wealth- does not sleep around. no, he doesn't need to. he has you: the mouthy little nerd who managed to win his heart in his freshman year.
but having that cute nerdy boyfriend opens up a whole new slew of fun for satoru. he's showing off pictures of you to his brothers, even the ones that make you really wish he didn't (nanami's the only one gentlemanly enough to look away when satoru pulls out the sloppy sex tape he recorded the other night). he's practically kidnapping you to stay at the house all week, giving you half of his dresser to put your stuff into.
but his favorite part?
well that's late at night, when suguru and him invite you up for a movie night, and by the midway point youre sandwiched between them, split open on their cocks. satoru's a good boy, he shares his toys with his friends. suguru gets your ass, while satoru is stretching your cunt open with his dick, his mess of slick, white pubes brushing over your swollen tdick each thrust. they both praise you to the high heavens, with suguru taking advantage of his position to leave deep bite marks down your spine- even if it makes satoru pout (but it's okay, he'll just make sure to leave twice as many marks as suguru does!).
by the end of the night, you're basically passed out between them, cockwarming them before satoru takes you up to the shower for one more lazy round before you both fall asleep in bed. the next morning suguru teases you, and satoru's already planning another night for it.
a/n - wow i'm so consistent! enjoy this while i fight my way through another fic im so so sorry >_<
"tojiiii" your moaning could be heard through the whole apartment floor at this pont and toji didn't care whether the neighbors heard or not, he was to busy slamming his thick cock so deep in your hole that you felt it in your stomach
"that's my name baby, keep moaning it for me" he tilted your back upward to deeper fuck you, your arms twisting and messing up the sheets of the previously perfectly made bed, you were just trying to get the house all clean for him before he got off a long mission
but he was more in need of a certain person when he got back, you had barely got to welcome him back before he had you on your back taking every inch of him "fuck fuck fuckkkk" you whined, your head was spinning at this point, getting every pretty little thought fucked right out of your mind
lips all puffy and red from how much toji was making out with you, his multiple loads dripping out of you and onto the already soaked bed, but you gotta say he does look so hot like this, his loose gray sweatpants barely down with his thick cock sliding in and out of your ruined hole
his tight black compression slightly brought up, sat perfectly on top of his beautiful pecs, leaving his rock hard abs out for you to stare at, the way they contort and flex every time he thrusts into you "oh shit baby, you want another load in you hm" he wipes some of the drool from the side of your mouth and licks it off his finger
you lazily nod your head, you could barely make out what he said you just know he was fucking your harder and harder until he came, his thrusts not wavering one bit, it felt so good and neither of you wanted it to stop anyways
can i request a rob lucci smut where reader's sister was once rob lucci's lover but lucci is an asshole and cheated on her with some other women so reader punishes him and fuck him dumb.you can remove the stuff you hate or dislike idc :)
ᴀ/ɴ: I was waiting for a Lucci request. changed some shit.
w/c: 512
The perfect opportunity had splayed itself out in front of you.
Lucci's wrists and shoulders ached. He so desperately wanted to rip his wrists free from the seastone handcuffs that made his mind even hazier and throw you off before he could accidentally admit just how much he was enjoying it. Before he could whine out that its too much. It wasn't fair.
"Fuuuck..." Drool dripped down his cheek. His flushed skin glistened with sweat, black curls sticking to it.
He had cheated on your sister—fucking other women behind her back. She didn't know, not yet. But you did. So you decided to fuck him stupid.
Continuous breathy moans fell from his lips. Lucci's jaw fell slack with a louder moan and you leaned over, spitting onto his tongue.
The pit in his stomach grew when he found himself swallowing subconsciously—enjoying it. Enjoying the way you treated him like he was worth less than the shit on the bottom of your shoe. It was the polar opposite of how he was normally treated. He was so used to having men and women praise and swoon over him, having people fear him. But with you, he was laughed at and manhandled. You acted like it was easy to fuck him—to reduce him to nothing but a braindead mess.
You knew he was coming undone beneath you. You grinned down at him as though he was some perverted masterpiece, covered in bruises and his own cum.
"What a fuckin' slut."
He wanted to tell you off, tell you that if anyone was the slut, it'd be you. But he nodded in agreement before a single word could form on his tongue. His voice nearly broke into a cry when the head of your cock hit his prostate over and over with enough force to bruise, pushing your cum deeper into him.
"You know how upset Kalifa would be if she found out you've fucked countless women behind her back? If she found out you spread your legs like a filthy whore for me?"
He couldn't respond—he didn't have to. His thighs shook the same way the rest of him did and he let out a scratchy moan. Nothing else. He couldn't cum anymore.
Mindless slurred insults mixed with praise and whispered curses left his lips when you didn't slow down—instead speeding up to chase your own high. You slammed your hips against his, as if trying to imprint yourself inside of him, and let your cum fill him up all over again.
It spilled, making a squelching sound with every shift of your hips. Lucci was sent over the edge, nearly convulsing with how hot he felt—from how much it hurt to not be able to cum.
His eyes rolled back in their sockets and a high-pitched whine was pulled from his lips. He went limp. You pulled out of him, cum oozing out of his used hole in your wake.
Lucci could barely register the laugh you let out in response to your sister's broken voice.
