could not be a hockey player. Big man backs me up to a wall and says you wanna go? I'm getting my wires crossed so bad I go for open mouth kissing do not put me in coach I'll fail in ways previously unknown to science
don't think about how Jason Todd would love getting you off anyway he possibly can. don't think about Jason making your head spin from from his cock alone. don't think about Jason's cock buried to the hilt, him refusing to move his hips as his fingers toy and tease your wet and throbbing clit. don't think about the way you'd cum on his cock, his hips still refusing to move until you've calmed down. don't think about the way Jason would be so smug because you're just way too easy to play with. don't think about him making you cum again and again from repeating this whole thing - stilling inside you, toying with your clit, and fucking into you again.
smut warnings: p in v, teasing, afab!reader has multiple orgasms, dom!Jason + sub!reader.
word count: 1k
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You hear a knock on your bedroom door, and as you open it, you're met with a sexually frustrated Jason. The two of you are friends with benefits, so this wasn't a strange occurrence.
"Twice in one day," you snicker playfully when you open the door. You both had been out on a little friend-date to the art gallery and museum, even going on a nice walk in the botanic garden. "I thought you would've had enough of me for one day,"
He rolls his eyes at your comment, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk playing on his lips. "I can't help it when I see you like this," he admitted sheepishly, taking a step forward before stopping himself short of invading personal space.
"And besides," he adds teasingly, "you know you love how much fun we have." His gaze lingers on yours briefly, searching for any signs of hesitation or disapproval, but found none except perhaps amusement etched in your eyes.
You roll your eyes playfully at him, stepping aside so he can enter into your room. Almost instantly, he sits on your bed, watching as you close your bedroom door. You stride over to him, straddling his hips as you sit on his lap.
"Of course I do. Wouldn't be doing this, if I didn't," you chuckle teasingly, leaning down to kiss his soft lips. Your hips start slowly grinding back and forth against him, your pj shorts-clad pussy can feel his cock twitch in his sweatpants
A soft moan escaped Jason's lips as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hands roam over your body, palms pressing against your lower stomach and caressing downwards towards your thighs.
"Glad to hear it," he mutters against your neck, nipping lightly before trailing kisses along your exposed collarbone.
With one swift motion, he stands up, lifting you off the ground effortlessly before carrying you toward the nearby dresser. Placing you on top of its sturdy surface, he follows suit, positioning himself between your spread legs while keeping eye contact with you throughout the entire motion. He reaches between your bodies and undid the drawstrings of sweatpants, freeing his erect member from its confining fabric.
"Jay," you whine when he rubs and tips the tip of his cock on your wet clit. Your hands grip his forearms tightly, nails gently digging into his skin. "Stop teasing," you breathe out, reaching a hand down in an attempt to align his cock with your entrance. Jason's hand grips yours tightly, stopping its movement.
"I know, I know," he moans softly, his hips bucking against yours in response to your pleading tone. Releasing his hold on your arm, he placed both of his hands on either side of your waist, pinning you down firmly but not roughly. With a heavy breath, he slowly pushed himself inside you, groaning lowly when he finally feels the entirety of his length burying deep within your tight pussy.
"Ahhh... goddamn, you feel so fucking good," he mutters between ragged breaths, starting a steady rhythm that has him thrusting into you faster and harder with each passing moment. His strong arms wraps around your torso, holding you tightly while his legs braced himself against the dresser for support. Each powerful thrust makes your breasts bounce enticingly, nipples hardening under his hungry gaze.
"Jay...oh my god," you whimper, panting heavily and loudly. The mirror of the dresser bangs against the wall, neither of you caring too much about the noise, nor the rattling of the little knick-knacks you have on the dresser. The feeling of your tightness around him is driving Jason crazy, his hips pumping faster and harder than before. His breathing becomes heavier as he loses himself in the rhythmic motion, unable to resist the primal urge that has taken hold of him.
"Tell me you love this," he moans between gasps for air, thrusting harder against your wet core. His free hand reaches upwards, grasping your chin roughly yet tenderly, forcing eye contact with you. "Tell me you want more."
You can only whimper and whine in response. Jason stops the movements of his hips, his cock buried so deep inside you, it makes you gasp for air. His fingers toy with your clit and rubs fast circles.
"Jay," you whimper again, your eyes rolling and moaning loudly as you cum on his cock. Jason’s grip on your chin tightened, his gaze never wavering from yours as he watches you succumb to an intense orgasm. A satisfied smirk curls onto his lips as he feels your muscles contract around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from your coupling.
"That's a good girl," he praises, resuming his relentless thrusts once more. Each powerful thrust drove him deeper inside you, pushing past previous limits until you both reached new heights of ecstasy. Sweat dripped down your bodies, mingling together in an intoxicating dance that heightened the intensity further. The sound of both of your heavy breathing and wet slapping flesh reverberated throughout the room, filling the silence between them.
"Jay," you squeak, holding onto him for dear life, nails digging harshly into his shoulder-blades.
"i know, baby. I know." Jason moans in reply, kissing your neck. He stills himself inside you again, buried so deep it makes your stomach flutter. His fingers toy with your clit again, rubbing slow and teasing circles. His hips slowly move, but not in those deep-like thrusts that he would normally do when he does this - the ones where he would almost pull all the way out, just to thrust hard back into you. No, this is different. He pulls barely even a quarter out before slowly thrusting in again, the tip rubbing right up against that spot inside you.
"Jay." you call out again, panting and whining desperately. Your eyes roll again, walls spasming around his cock as you cum for the second time.
Jason's rhythmic pace picked up again, his thrusts becoming faster and harder as he feels your tightness intensify around him. Each powerful movement causing the dresser to thump against the wall again, creating a steady beat that echoed throughout the room. His free hand reaches down between you, gripping hold of your hip firmly before slapping it loudly—a primal cry of satisfaction escaping his lips.
"That's it," he growled into your ear, biting lightly on your earlobe before switching sides to bite at the other one too. “Cum again for me... Let go.”
can you do a Stiles Stilinski version of squirting I loved the Theo one
☾ stiles stilinski x afab!reader
smut warnings: p in v, afab!reader squirts, dom!stiles + sub!afab!reader, begging.
word count: 1.2k
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Stiles sat in his desk chair in his bedroom. His laptop screen sat open on his desk. Stiles wore a dark blue flannel button-up and slim-cut jeans with Vans sneakers. Stiles tilts his head and stares outside of his window. He doesn’t even hear you enter into his room, his mind so zoned out that he doesn't even register the sound of your footsteps or the files you drop onto his desk. There was another missing person in town, which the pack knew it was supernatural-related.
"Jesus... have you even slept?" you ask, breaking stiles out of his own little world.
"Huh? Oh, uh... nope." Stiles's voice was barely audible over the sound of his fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard. He turns around in his chair to face you, surprised but not exactly shocked to see you standing there. His eyes widens slightly before returning to his computer screen with a sigh. "Just trying to find something new about this case. Maybe you missed something important."
He rubs his eyes tiredly before rising from his seat and stretching his arms overhead, arching his back. The movement accentuated his toned abs and strong legs clad in his jeans.
"So, what brings you here at this hour?" he asks casually, walking over to his mini fridge and grabbing a water bottle. Taking a sip, he leans against his desk, crossing one leg over the other revealing his well-defined thighs.
"Your dad put together files of suspicious activity over the last week that might be related to this case," you tell him, eyeing his frustration.
"You know you can take it out on you, right?" you remind him casually. This whole 'fucking it out' situation we've got going on is still new to Stiles. He hasn't done anything like it before, and yet, finds it far better than going for a drive - his usual M.O for when he's stressed and needs to step away.
"Oh, absolutely," Stiles mutters nonchalantly, setting down the water bottle on his desk. He crosses his arms over his chest, revealing his toned upper body and broad shoulders.
Walking towards you slowly, he presses his body against mine intimately, their breaths mingling as they stood close. Stiles leans in closer, his lips brushing against mine passionately. His tongue slips past your teeth, exploring every corner of your mouth hungrily.
As soon as our tongues intertwines, Stiles deepens the kiss, his hands moving upwards to cup your ass firmly, pulling us even closer together. His hips rock slightly against yours, rubbing his growing erection against your crotch. The sensation was both familiar yet foreign, sending electric currents through his entire body.
Stiles pulls away from your lips and trails kisses down to your neck, sucking a sweet bruise on your supple skin. He slowly backs you towards the bed, gently guiding your body down. The soft linen of the duvet presses against the back of your thighs for a short moment before your legs wrap themselves around his waist. you whine softly when he grinds his hardening jean-clad cock against your core, pussy already throbbing with such need.
Stiles chuckles softly, his voice husky with desire. "You're quite the tease, aren't you?" he murmurs against your neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive area before trailing kisses downwards along your collarbone and onto your cleavage.
With one swift motion, he rips off his shirt exposing his toned torso covered in various scars from battles fought both supernatural and otherwise. His hands moves to undo your buttons, freeing you from your restrictive top piece by piece until you’re standing there in just your lacy bra and matching panties. He ran his fingers over your bare stomach, tracing slow circles around your belly button before moving lower, brushing against your erect nipples through the thin fabric of your bra.
Reaching between our bodies, Stiles unbuckles his belt and starts to slide down his pants revealing his hardened member straining against his boxers. As it springs free, he groans lowly, eyes locking on yours as if mesmerised by your body, despite how many times you’ve done this before.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmurs appreciatively, running his index finger along the wet folds of your pussy, tracing lightly over your sensitive clit. "Tell you what you want, baby girl.”
"You..." you breathe, almost breathlessly like he had taken every bit of oxygen out of you. "I need you."
Stiles smirks, his teeth showing in a predatory grin. "Then you're in luck." With one swift motion, he yanks off the rest of your clothes, exposing you fully to his hungry gaze. He reaches down between our bodies again, this time grabbing hold of his own cock and rubbing it against your entrance teasingly.
"Tell you how much you want this," he growls lowly, his voice husky with need. "Beg for it like you mean it."
"Stiles please," you whine, hips grinding up against his cock that he keeps pressed against your slick folds. "Please fuck me, please.”
Grinning widely, Stiles finally relents and positions himself over you. He lines up his tip with your entrance and slowly pushes inside you inch by agonising inch. His cock pops past your tight ring of muscles, sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through your entire body.
Once he was fully embedded inside you, he pauses momentarily while you adjust to the invasion. "You're so fucking tight," he groans, his hands cupping your face roughly yet tenderly as he looks into your eyes.
With renewed determination, he began to thrust in and out of you rhythmically, each powerful stroke causing our bodies to slap together in syncopated harmony. The sound of their combined moans echos throughout the room, filling the silence left behind by their heavy breathing.
"Oh god," you whine, tilting your head back against the bed. Your nails scratch his back, digging feverishly down his spine. With each thrust of his hips, every breath of air is knocks out of you and expelling in high-pitched moans.
Stiles reaches between our bodies, his fingers rubbing slow and big circles on your clit, which only makes you cry out louder.
"Stiles! Oh my god!" you whimper, tilting your hips and rocking along with his rhythmic thrusts.
Stiles moans deeply, his pace picking up speed as he felt you getting closer to climax. "Tell you you're mine," he demands between heavy breaths. "Say it."
With every thrust of his hips, his cock hit your G-spot perfectly, sending waves of euphoria coursing through your body. His fingers works magic on your clit, driving you wild with pleasure. you could feel the edge of orgasm creeping closer and closer, and you couldn't deny him what he wants to hear.
"I'm yours! I'm yours!" you cry out, gasping for air as the sweet release washes over your body. Your mind is hazy, barely allowing any sensory information in as you tremble beneath Stiles.
"Stiles," you squeak, chest heavy quickly as you struggle for breath.
"I know, I'm here. You did so well," he praises, impressed that you just squirted. his hips slowly grinding into you. "Goddamn, [y/n]..." he groans out, his own orgasm building up inside of him. His hips buck upwards one final time, driving his cock as deep into you as possible before holding it there, pulsing against your sensitive walls as he both rode out their shared climax together.
“Did I just squirt?” you ask, feeling like your brain is finally coming back to its senses. Stiles laughs softly, chest rising and falling deeply as he pants.
smut warnings: p in v, afab!reader squirts, oral & fingering (afab!reader receiving), handjob, dom!Theo + sub!afab!reader (+ slight dom!afab!reader), begging.
word count: 1.5k
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Theo wants your attention. He's staying at your house for the night, but you're currently on the phone with Lydia for whatever reason Theo doesn't care about. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind and starts kissing your neck. Tapping on his arm lightly, you push him away, but he doesn't stop. He needs you now.
You tap his arm again, trying to shuffle out of his grip as Lydia continues talking.
"Right, yeah, I know," you reply to her, glancing at Theo from over your shoulder. Theo chuckles softly, amused by your struggles. He places both hands on yours and gently moves them away from where they are hitting him.
"Relax, babe," he whispers in your other ear before continuing to passionately mark up your neck. His fingers trail along your arms, sending electric shocks down to your core.
"Hey, Lydia? I gotta go, but we can talk later if you want?" you manage to croak out between gasps for air. Lydia had no problem getting off the phone, for she had things to attend to herself.
"God, you're so annoying," you sigh, rolling your head back against Theo's shoulder.
Theo snickers playfully, "Well, someone has to keep things interesting around here." He sucks on your neck, leaving another little hickey just below the one he just made. His hand moves downwards, grabbing hold of your ass cheek through your shorts and giving it a firm squeeze.
"Besides, I think we need some alone time anyway." With that said, he pulls you closer against him, his crotch pressing hard against yours, clearly indicating his intentions. He was indeed correct — the last time you did this was probably a good week and a half ago. You manage to get out of his strong hold, taking his hand and lead him to your bedroom. You're both lucky that your roommate is working, so privacy didn't really matter anyway.
"I thought a bed would be more comfortable than the kitchen counter," you chuckle teasingly, gently pushing him down on your bed after knocking the door closed with your foot.
Theo grins,"Oh really?" he asks, reaching down and starts undoing his pants, revealing his hardened member straining against his boxers. You nod and bite your lip in response.
"Then come here and help me out of these," he demands, tugging at your shirt impatiently.
"Ah no, not after that little stunt you just pulled," you giggle teasingly, straddling his hips. You lean down, pressing kisses all over his neck while your hand travels from his chest to his cock. Your fingers lightly trace up and down the prominent vein of his length, your lips working at marking his neck in red and purple bruises.
Theo growls lowly, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you continue to tease him. "You know you love it," he pants out between kisses. His own tongue darts out to trace along your collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva wherever it goes.
"Please, baby," he begs, his voice hoarse with desire. You wrap your fingers around his cock, slowly pumping your hand up and down teasingly. You know that's not what he meant, but you don't care.
Theo groans loudly, his hips bucking upwards into your touch. "That's it, tease me," he groans again, arching his back in pleasure. As you continued to tease him, his hands reaches down and grabs ahold of your ass cheeks, holding you down tightly against his thighs. With each pump of your hand, his cock throbbed harder against your fingers, dripping with pre-cum.
You swirl your index finger around his tip, collecting some of the precum on the tips of your fingers. "I'm not gonna play nice," you giggle, your tone as bratty as you can possibly make it.
Theo bites his lower lip, clearly trying to control himself. "Oh really?" he asks, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Then prove it," he challenges back, nibbling on your neck again.
"You asked for it," you purr quietly, starting to pump your hand hard and fast, up and down his cock for a for moments. You take your hand off without warning, testing for any reaction.
Theo's hips jerk upwards involuntarily, his cock throbbing harder against your hand. "Fuck," he curses out loud, unable to contain himself any longer. Grabbing hold of your wrists forcefully, he pulls you closer until his lips crash against yours in a heated kiss, taking control of the situation once more.
His tongue invades your mouth, exploring every crevice and corner, while his hands took advantage of your exposed waistline, undoing your shorts and panties together in one swift motion. He groans into the kiss as his free hand cupped your ass cheek again, squeezing it firmly before moving lower, teasingly caressing your tight entrance. You grind your wet folds against his hand, sighing into his mouth in pleasure. You let your hand toy with him again, holding his cock from the base, but not daring to move it yet.
Theo moans into your mouth, his fingers finding their way inside you slowly at first, working circles around your sensitive spot. As he felt how wet and ready you were for him, he increases the pace, thrusting his finger in and out of you forcefully.
"That's it, baby," he pants between kisses. "Tell me you need this."
"Theo," you whimper, giving in and dropping your almost-pathetic attempt at being dominant. Theo only smirks in response, pulling his fingers out. You whine at the loss of contact, but he's quick to have you on your back, legs over his shoulders as he shuffles down the bed. His pretty brown hair tickles the inside of your thighs, which only makes you whine more.
Your hands instantly find solace in his hair the second his tongue swipes up your wet folds. Theo chuckles, enjoying the sound of your neediness.
"There we go," he purrs, positioning himself between your spread legs. With a playful grin, he lowers his head and buries his face into your pussy, suckling greedily at your clitoris while his hand reaches down to stroke your entrance.
His tongue continues to tease your sensitive flesh, tracing slow circles around your opening before finally pushing inside you inch by agonisingly slow inch. Meanwhile, his fingers rubs against your g-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.
"Theo," you gasp for air, hips writhing against his mouth as your fingers tugs lightly at his hair. "oh god," your eyes roll when his tongue switches between flicking and sucking your clit.
Theo moans around your sensitive bud, his tongue circling and flicking it in rapid succession. His hand continued to work you relentlessly, thrusting two fingers deeper into your tight hole while massaging your g-spot skilfully.
"Tell me how much you want this cock inside of you," he demands between suckles. "Admit that you need my big cock filling every inch of your wet, hot pussy."
"Theo," you whimper, gasping for air as your hips grind against his mouth again. "Please, you need you so bad," your voice whining in desperation. Satisfied enough with your answer, Theo sits back on his knees and roughly turns you over so you're lying on your stomach. He picks your hips up, grabbing a pillow to shove under you for what you thought was more support.
Or so you thought. Theo's cock slowly enters into your tight pussy, stretching you so well. You whine, fingers clasping in the sheets beside you. He finally moves his hips, making your body rock against the pillow.
Theo groans, his hips moving in sync with yours, gradually increasing the pace. Each thrust brought another moan of pleasure from your lips as he claims you completely.
"That's it, baby," he pants, slapping your ass lightly.
"Oh my god," you whine, your eyes rolling in the utmost pleasure. Your breathing turns into quick, high-pitched pants with each thrust of his hips, the pillow below rocking nicely against your clit.
Theo increases the speed of his thrusts, pounding into you relentlessly. "Tell me how good it feels," he demands between heavy breaths.
"You're so tight and wet, you can't handle this," he moans, reaching down to massage your clit again as he continues to drive himself deeper inside you. His free hand grabs hold of your hair tightly, pulling your head backward so that your eyes locked in a passionate gaze with his.
"So...good.. oh my god," you manage to whimper and pant out. your body trembles in his hold, thighs shaking against the pillow as you suddenly cum. the sweet release hit harder than it ever has before — your mind so hazy, you couldn't even comprehend what's happening. The pillow between your thighs felt wet as Theo pulls out. Your body's limp against the mattress, lungs tight from barely breathing.
Though, you manage to hear Theo laughing with such smugness. "you just squirted," he says amusedly.
"Huh?" you pant, turning your head so your cheek rests against the sheets.
Theo chuckles, still panting heavily himself. "Yeah, baby," he said proudly.
"You're such a little squirter." he teases, reaching over to grab a fresh towel from your nightstand. He carefully wipes up the mess they had both made on your stomach and thighs.
"You did so well for me," he praises, his eyes roaming appreciatively over your sweaty body. "Now, let's clean up properly." With that said, he helps you sit upright and guides you to the bathroom, where he turns on the shower and adjusts the temperature for them both.
