#aftercare

[mw00nie]

before you and nanami started dating, you thought you had him all figured out.

quiet. composed. polite to a fault. the kind of man who holds the door open for strangers and tips too well. the kind of man who never interrupts, never forgets birthdays, never texts past ten unless it’s an emergency.

you thought you knew what kind of lover he’d be. careful. respectful. maybe even a little restrained.

you were so wrong.

because nanami kento is the definition of “gentleman in the streets and freak in the sheets.” not the loud kind. not the messy, aggressive kind. he doesn’t degrade. doesn’t spit unless you ask. doesn’t choke unless you beg. and even then, he makes you say please.

but he knows how to ruin you. with quiet control. with devastating precision.

he learns you like a language. reads you like scripture. he notices the smallest things. the shift in your breathing when his hand rests on your thigh, the way your hips tilt slightly when you want more. he catalogs it all. stores it away. and when you’re under him, you feel it. every inch of that studied, focused attention.

he fucks like he’s solving a problem he already knows the answer to. his fingers are experts. his mouth is lethal.

and the worst part? he says the filthiest things in the gentlest tone, like he’s giving a lecture. like it’s all just matter-of-fact.

“you’re soaking,” he’ll murmur, two fingers teasing your entrance. “i’ve barely touched you.”

“there it is,” he’ll say when he finds that spot inside you, the one that makes your back arch and your thighs tremble. “i thought so.” “you can take more, can’t you? i know you can.”

he never loses composure. he doesn’t need to. he’s in control, always. he’ll have you shaking, begging, gripping the sheets like you’re drowning, and he’ll still be fully clothed, sleeves rolled up, watch ticking on his wrist.

he praises you like it’s a prayer. “good girl. just like that.” “you’re being so patient for me.” “look at you. you’re so gorgeous when you fall apart.”

and when he finally fucks you, it’s deep and slow and ruthless in its restraint. like he’s savoring every drag, every clench, every sound you make. he doesn’t just chase his own pleasure. he chases yours. insists on it. he’ll edge you until you’re crying, then kiss the tears from your cheeks and ask, softly, “do you want to cum now?” as if he hasn’t earned the right to decide for you. as if it’s still your choice.

he’ll hold your face in one hand while he pushes into you, thumb resting at your jaw. not to grip. not to control. just to feel you. to anchor you.

you’ve never been so exposed. so undone. and he never rushes. never gets sloppy. even when he’s close, even when he’s quiet and tense and thrusting just a little harder, a little deeper. he still holds your gaze. still whispers, “breathe.” “you’re okay.” “i’ve got you.”

and when it’s over, when you’re limp and dazed and boneless beneath him, he pulls you into his chest and strokes your spine like you’re something delicate. something treasured. he doesn’t gloat. doesn’t tease. he just kisses your forehead and says, “you needed that.” like he planned it. like he’s known for days.

you thought you knew him. but the truth is, nanami’s the kind of man who thanks you after eating you out for half an hour, who ruins you with his hands and then helps you into the shower. he’ll say “may i?” like he’s asking permission to wreck your entire evening. and when you say yes, he will. completely. beautifully. quietly.a freak. but always polite. always in control. always him.

[katie26-26]

When you're fucking someone that has to piss, hearing them whine about how they can't hold it, each thrust hitting right up against their poor aching bladder

But you don't stop, oh no, hearing the broken moans only spur you on, pounding into them harder and harder until you hear that final embarrassed squeak leave their lips as the first spurt comes out

They try so hard to stop, their muscles tightening and fluttering as much as they can but it's not enough when you're hammering into them mercilessly, small spurts turning into a stream, and a stream turning to a gush as they moan and finally relieve all that pent up pressure

They're so lost in the relief that they don't realize how close they are, their hips bucking back onto you further until suddenly they're cumming around you, the climax hitting them like a ton of bricks. You follow suit soon after, stilling your hips and burying yourself deep inside them, filling them up nice and full

Then, of course, there are lots of cuddles and aftercare as you fall asleep in each other's arms😩❤️

[lilcuspids]

aftercare ദ്ദി・ᴗ・)✧

[alligwtorblood]

[t0jisbunny]

oneshots! older bf jjk men taking care of you after sex (slight smut, mostly fluff) ₊˚⊹

includes: satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, suguru geto, nanami kento, choso kamo and hiromi higuruma.

⊱ ۫ ׅ✧ m.list

𐙚 Satoru Gojo  

You’re in a complete daze, spent against the soft sheets of Satoru’s bed, sore and sticky between your legs from being fucked senseless. 

“Aw, look at you,” he purrs, voice hoarse and smug as he kneels between your spread legs. “So cute and fucked out.” 

He’s still hard, swollen red tip still leaking drops of cum. 

You whimper softly, too tired to snap back at his relentless teasing. “M’tired,” you whine, your eyes threatening to shut at any moment.  

Your pussy throbs, puffy and leaking with his cum. Satoru chuckles before letting out a soft hum, trailing off to the nearby bathroom to grab a washcloth. 

When he returns, he takes the warm washcloth, pressing it gently against your sensitive folds. You hiss at the contact, oversensitive, hips jerking. 

“Shh, easy, baby,” he murmurs, free hand stroking your thigh reassuringly. “Gotta clean up my pretty mess, yeah?” 

You nod slowly, closing your eyes, letting him take care of you. Satoru wipes your pussy with careful strokes, no more cocky grins or teasing remarks- just softness. 

When he’s done, he leans down to press a soft kiss right above your clit, coaxing your legs closed and pulling the sheets over you.  

He lays next to you, gathering you in his strong arms, “get some rest, did so well for me tonight,” he praises, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. 

𐙚 Toji Fushiguro 

Your boyfriend fucks you fast, hard, mean every damn time. As heavenly as that is, your poor cunt suffers- the size difference between you making it that much worse. 

He’s behind you, cock still stuffing you full, your body finally going limp after what felt like hours of brutal thrusts and toe-curling orgasms. 

“Tappin’ out baby?” he says, giving your ass a light tap with his hand.  

“Mhm,” you whimper sleepily, feeling him slowly pull out, pussy dripping with hot cum. Every muscle felt melted, unable to even lift your head. 

“Up we go,” Toji grunts. Before you could protest, his thick arms slid under your back and knees. He lifts you like you weigh nothing, cradling you against his broad chest. 

“Mm, too tired,” you mumble, forehead pressed against his collarbone. 

“Quit whining, it’ll only take a second” he responds, carrying you into the bathroom and setting you on the edge of the counter. You lean back against the mirror, eyes half-lidded, while he ran warm water and grabbed a soft cloth.  

He stands between your legs, gently spreading your thighs. “Still drippin’ everywhere,” he mutters, almost annoyed, but his touch was patient, tender.  

You let him clean you up, occasionally twitching from the sensitivity. When he’s done, he leans in and kisses your inner thigh, stubble rough against your soft skin.  

“Cmon, back to bed,” he grumbles, ruffling your hair before scooping you up again without warning. 

Back in bed, he lays you down and immediately pulls your limp body against him, one heavy arm locked around your waist.  

Toji wasn’t always good with words, especially affectionate ones, but it was his actions that showed you how much he truly loved you. 

𐙚 Suguru Geto  

Suguru adored how much of a mess you were when he was done with you, your teary eyes and swollen lips, cunt leaking with cum. 

To him, you were beautiful like this-  work of art.  

Your mind floated somewhere far away, heavy with exhaustion. 

You lay against the soft pillows, Suguru kneels  between your spread legs, admiring the beautiful mess he made. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, voice calm and steady.  

“Mm, hurts,” you whine softly, pressing your legs together. 

“I know, pretty girl,” Suguru smiles gently, rising from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. You hear the rush of water as he drew a bath, the click of a lighter as he set up a some candles- the scent of lavender drifting through the air. 

A few minutes pass and he returns, scooping your limp body into his arms as if you weighed nothing. 

“Come here, my sweet girl.” 

He carries you into the bathroom, lowering you into the warm water, supporting your back as he steps in behind you. Sitting down, he pulls you against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. 

You sigh in relief, feeling Suguru part your legs and trail his hand down, gently washing your pussy. You twitch at the sensation, still oversensitive. 

“Sensitive little thing,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

He keeps you there for a while, whispering soft praise into your ear, letting you relax against him for as long as you need. 

𐙚 Nanami Kento 

You lay sprawled across the sheets, chest still heaving faintly.  

Nanami wastes no time with cleaning you up and taking care of you, reaching into the bedside drawer to retrieve a pack of gentle wipes. 

His glasses were off, blond hair slightly disheveled, though his movements remained as composed and precise as ever as he cleaned the mess he’d left between your legs.  

“Does this feel okay, darling?” he asks, parting your folds with two fingers to ensure he cleans you properly.  

You nod gently, occasionally whimpering when the wipe brushes over your clit. Once done, he grabs you a glass of water, helping you sit up to take small sips.  

“Good girl,” he praises gently,  settled beside you on the edge of the bed.  

“Tired” you mumble.  Nanami leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, “You can rest now. I’ve got you.” 

 He pulls the covers over your body and slips in beside you, drawing you against his chest. “Sleep, darling. I’ll be right here.” 

𐙚 Choso Kamo 

The room was reeked with the scent of sweat and sex, the sheets tangled around your body. You could barely keep your eyes open, every muscle trembling. 

Choso worried about you at times like this, wondering if he went too hard or too fast, if he hurt you- his mind raced with possibilities. 

“Angel…” Choso whispers, voice heavy with concern.  

“Wanna sleep now” you mumble. “You’re so tired, my love. Did I go too hard on you?” Choso asks, leaning down and kissing your knee softly. 

He grabs a nearby towel, quickly heading to the bathroom to dampen it with warm water. “Is this okay?” he asks, wiping away the mess of his cum and your release with slow, careful motions. 

“Feels nice,” you whisper, letting him take care of you.  

“I never want to hurt  you, my love” he whispers, finishing cleaning you up, chucking the towel in the nearby laundry basket.  

Strong arms wrap around you protectively, one hand gently stroking your hair while the other rested on your lower stomach. “Please rest now, angel,” he whispers adoringly.  

“Mm, love you” you slur, settling in and begging to drift off to sleep.  

“I love you more than anything in the world” he responds. 

𐙚 Hiromi Higuruma 

Every inch of you was completely spent, still straddling Hiromi, panting heavily against his ear. 

His fingers traced idle patterns on your back, his face nuzzled against your neck. “I don’t even think I can move-” you laugh breathily.  

“I’ll do the moving for you, then” he chuckles lowly, shifting carefully and sliding out of you with a soft hiss.  

He gathers you in his arms like you weigh nothing, taking you into the bathroom. Still naked, he sets you down on the counter, reaching over to turn the shower on. 

You look over at the shower, half lidded, “Too far” you whine, sighing.  

Hiromi shakes his head with a slight smile, lifting you off the counter and into the shower- the warm water hitting your skin. “Poor thing,” he teases with mock sympathy. 

Hiromi holds you steady under the spray, still half-hard and clearly tired himself, yet patiently washing your thighs and between your legs. 

“Better, sweetheart?” he says,, lips brushing against your ear.   

You smile in satisfaction, resting your forehead against his chest, holding onto him for stability and comfort, “much better.”  

A/N; sorry these are a lil shorter than usual <3

[junovae]

˖᯽ ݁˖ — wanna get high and nasty?

synopsis: after you called up your plug, it seems like he has a few ideas in mind on how you can pay him back!

content warning: explicit, smoking, kissing, unestablished relationship, piercings, pet names, fwb, whimpering, smut w/ little to no plot, drooling, praise kink, breeding kink, mdom, hair pulling, oral f. rec, fingering, püssy drunk, switchy, p in v, riding, tummy bulges, overstimulation, dacryphilia?, multiple rounds, creämpies, aftercare yippee

wc: 4.1k

a/n: ugh this has been sitting in my drafts since forever thank god it finally gets to see the light

based on these poll results. enjoy!

You pulled up to his apartment, the rain pattering onto the windshield of your car. It was dark and cloudy outside, the thunder rumblings in the background. You took a hit of your vape as you debated whether or not if you wanted to knock on his door. The sweet smoke seeped from your lips, before you ultimately opened your car door and stepped out.

You looked down at the wet concrete, trying to protect your face from the rain. Finally making it to his complex, the bottom of your sweatpants wet from walking in the rain. You hesitated as you lifted your arm to knock on the door, biting your lip slightly before your knuckles finally reached the door.

He opened the door shortly after you knocked, his messy bangs covering his eyes. His lip piercing shining in the dim moonlight.

“Took you long enough,” he murmured quietly before retreating back into his apartment, leaving you standing by the door, “know what you’re looking for?” he asked from inside the apartment.

You stood awkwardly at the front, shifting your weight onto your other leg. “Um, yeah. Same thing as always.” you replied as you nervously took a hit of your vape, exhaling the smoke from your mouth.

“Cool.” he replied as he walked back to the open door, the pouch of weed in hand. His eyes briefly gazing over your face before shortly looking away.

“How much?” You asked as you went grab your wallet from your tote-bag.

“250, same as always.” he replied, watching as you dug through your bag. You pulled out the cash from your wallet, counting it quickly before handing it to him.

“Here, that should cover it.” You responded as you handed him the cash. He nodded, counting it regardless of the fact you just counted it in front of him.

“Yeah, thanks. Appreciate doin’ business. Same time next week?” he asked.

You hummed in agreement, turning your head before noticing that the rain had started getting harder. You gulped nervously , the thought of having to drive in it practically eating at you.

Choso seemed to notice the color in your face fading, he raised a curious, pierced eyebrow at you. “I just rolled a fresh blunt if you wanna come in.” he stepped aside just enough for you walk in

His offer weighed heavily on you, you hesitated before ultimately agreeing. “Oh. uhm, sure if it’s not much trouble.” you replied.

“Nah, not at all,” he chuckled before you stepped into his apartment, closing the door behind you, “consider it a little bonus for my best client.”

Your eyes dawned over his living room, the room filled with a hazy, smoky atmosphere. You sat on an empty spot on the couch, before he decided to plop beside you.

He grabbed the lighter that was sitting on the coffee table, flicking it a few times before it finally formed a flame. He brought the flame to the end of the blunt, lighting it then pressing it to his lips.

He inhaled sharply, then exhaling with a cough. Passing over the blunt to you. “Thanks.” you hummed quietly as you brought the blunt to your lips. The smoke instantly filling your senses, and escaping with a cough following after.

“Shit, how do you smoke these so often?” You cough out, clearing your throat afterwards.

“You get used to it,” He snorts, taking another hit for himself. “could say the same thing about those vapes.” he chuckles, eyeing you as you held the vape to your mouth.

“It’s cotton candy flavored though, it doesn’t taste like burnt grass.” you exhaled, the scent escaping your lips.

“Burnt grass?” he glanced at you amused.

“That’s what weed tastes like to me,” You shrug, “I prefer my dessert flavored vapes.”

A small smile grew on his face, “So why do you buy it?” He asks, passing the blunt over to you.

You fiddle with it for a second before finally taking a big puff, “I dunno, I guess I like the taste of burnt grass.” You giggled as you contradicted yourself.

“You’re very complex.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Mhm.” He nodded, his eyes now a red-pinkish tint. He glared at you hungrily; you, him, and a blunt? Never a good idea and never had a good outcome.

It seemed the weed had been hitting you too, your brain was foggy and your thoughts were clouded. Your eyelids drooped heavily as you passed the blunt back and forth. “You got any edibles?” you asked, blowing the smoke out from your lips.

“Yeah, just made a fresh batch. Wanna take one together?” he asks.

“Together?”

“Like old time sakes.” his eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes.

You bit your lip, subconsciously you know how this would end. But did you care? Not really. “We both know that’s not a good idea.” you responded.

“Yeah, well when has anything we’ve done together been a good idea?” he lounges back in the couch, throwing his head back and his shaggy bangs fall from his face. You shouldn’t listen to him, you really shouldn’t. But your body betrays you before your mind could answer.

“Sure, fuck it.” You shrugged. His lips curled into a smile as he lifted his head back up. He arose from his spot on the couch, disappearing for a minute or two before coming back with a clear ziploc back. A couple of gummies in the packaging. He grabbed two, handing one to you.

A grin grew on your face as you both simultaneously popped the edible into your mouths. It was only a matter of time till it would kick in.

You leaned back, your mind now relaxed with the cannabis slowly flowing into your system. “Isn’t it funny that the only time we ever actually hangout is either to get high, or fuck?”

“Strange world, isn’t it?” Choso hummed.

“Indeed.”

You could already feel the dampness growing in between your thighs. Maybe it was the edible you just took, or maybe you were just really fucking horny. You bit your lip as the lustful thoughts filled your head. You weren’t in the headspace alone, Choso was in the same boat. His head filled with lewd thoughts of your body underneath his. Your sticky skin colliding with his. It overtook his brain in ways he couldn’t explain.

It wouldn’t be the first time you two have gotten high and done perverted things together, it was a sort of symbiotic relationship. Choso got you high and good deals, and in return you let him fuck your brains out. It was a win-win situation.

He was already practically undressing you with his eyes. The heat and sexual tension growing between you too.

Your thighs were tightly clamped together, his meaty thighs spread wide on the couch cushions, there was nothing you wanted more in that moment than to mount him like a horse and hump him like a bunny in heat. But you were a woman of class, of course you wouldn’t yet.

“Wanna get high and nasty?” He blurts out, his voice low and gravely.

“I thought you’d never ask.” you smiled as he immediately grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap. Your mouths instantly crashing onto one another. He tasted like smoke with a hint of metal from his piercing.

His hands gripped your hips harshly, pulling your body tightly against his and forcing you to grind against his groin. His sweatpants were low on his hips, your fingers occasionally slipping underneath the waistband. Your fingers were cold against his warm skin, causing a small shudder to escape from his lips.

“Fuck, you can’t do that. S’not fair…” he whined as his grip on your hips tightened. Your fingers traveling from his waist to his hair, entangling themselves freely in his messy, black locks.

His hands went to the back of your thighs, like he was trying to hold onto the dignity he had left. His lips left momentarily to leave bites and kisses among your neck and jawline.

“Cho, I need you,” you whined out as Chosos hands roamed the sides of your body, occasionally sliding over the “please?”

Your pleading must’ve sent him into overdrive, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he pressed his bulge against you. “S’okay, I’ll make you feel real good soon.” he whispered in your ear before connecting your lips again. Your teeth now nibbling on his lower lip and your tongue fiddling with his lip piercing.

His kisses were hot, wet and open mouthed, your teeth constantly colliding. You could feel the heat pooling below your belly, the dampness growing in between your thighs. Your hips grinding against his growing bulge needy.

“Can’t anymore, need to taste you right now.” He groaned as he pushed you onto your back. His hands ripping off your sweatpants. Leaving you in only your lace camisole and your sweet, cotton panties. His fingers traced the wet spot that had formed, teasing the sensitive skin underneath.

“So wet f’me and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Choso chuckled to himself as he toyed with your delicate state.

“Choooo, stop being mean!” you whined out as you writhed underneath him. Your back arched as you felt his hot breath linger over the wet spot. Before his fingers eventually hooked your panties to the side and admiring the view of your slick glistening on your folds.

He began with small kitten-like licks, savoring your sweet taste. “You taste so good, pretty.” he murmured amongst your puffy clit. The vibration of his voice sending shrills down your spine.

“More, you whimpered as his tongue glided against your slit. “please, cho.” How could he ever say no to such a pretty thing like you?

“I’m getting there, angel. Be patient.” he responded while slurping your sweet juices. He was practically nose deep and still didn’t have enough of you. He pulled off your clit to slide in his middle finger into your slit, slowly curling it against your pulsating walls.

Your hands got lost in his hair as his fingers curled in and out of your hole, his tongue slowly lapping over your sensitive clit. “Yes! Ohmygod, right— hick! there!” you cried out in pleasure.

“Close— m’sooo close.” your moans sounded like music to his ears.

Choso took the sounds of your pleasure as a sign to go further, his fingers still pumping in and out of your needy cunt. His tongue now letting your clit rest from the stimulation.

He brought his face up to yours, his pace with his fingers slowly faltering. “Taste yourself on my lips, angel.” he whispered as he smashed his lips onto your. Your hips jutted against his hand, desperate for any friction and change in pace.

“Need to cum, please.” you whined, trying to convince him to pump his long digits in you once again.

“I know, I know, sweet girl. I’ll get you there. I promise.” He kissed the inside of your thigh sweetly before indulging on your swollen cunt again. He slurped and sucked like a man dying of hunger, his fingers now knuckles deep and pressing against your G-spot.

Your walls tightened against his fingers, on the verge of falling off the ledge of ecstasy. No coherent words could form on your tongue, only a variety of gasps and moans. Tears swelled in your eyes from the pleasure, his tongue relentlessly lapping at your sensitive hole.

Seeing the way your face twisted from the immense stimulation had Choso groaning into your pussy. His fingers curling so perfectly inside of you.

“C’mon pretty, I can feel you squeezing my fingers,” he cooed, his free hand clenching the back of your thigh. “be a good girl and cum f’me, yeah?” he groaned as he flicked his tongue up and down, relentless with the pleasure he was giving you.

“Mhm!” you cried out as your hands tangled into his hair, “m’cumming, hiccup! m’cumming” you moaned as the wave of ecstasy hit you hard. Your thighs clenched around Choso’s head, trembling from the sudden high. His free hand moved from your thigh to your lower stomach to push you down from squirming.

Choso groaned into your pussy as you finished, slurping your juices and lapping at your fluttering hole. “Look how pretty that mess you made is.” He praised you, his hips rutting against the couch cushion.

He sits up from being between your thighs, pressing small kisses as he exists. “C’mon baby, you can take more f’me.” he smiles as he pulled your limp body onto his lap. “You wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”

You nodded, your thighs tense and sore but nonetheless, you wanted to show your appreciation and make him feel good to.

You bit your lip as your hands fiddled with the drawstrings of his sweats, untying them and pulling down the waistband of his sweats just enough to free his cock. It sprung against his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip.

“F-fuck,” he whined as you stroked it slightly before lining the tip with your entrance, rubbing the tip against your hole. “can’t believe it’s gonna—haah, fit in you.” he threw his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

You began slowly descending onto his lap, the stretch burning in the most addictive way. You held onto his shoulders as support, small whimpers escaping your swollen lips.

He feared if he looked in your eyes as you slid down on his length, he would bust at that very moment. The pleasure of your walls tightening as you took each inch at a painfully slow rate was extremely overwhelming. You squealed once you felt him bottom out in you, his tip prodding at your cervix.

“Soo— hck! So full, Cho.” you whimpered, he finally split an eye ope to look at you on his lap. His cock twitching at the sight.

Choso’s hands tightly gripped your hips to help you maintain your rhythm, your thighs plopping onto his lap with every bounce. The sounds of wet, sticky, skin against skin echoed throughout the room. “Harder, you can do better than that, baby.”

He grit his teeth as you obeyed his directions, your pace slightly hitching up in speed. His long, veiny cock slipping in and out your folds, occasionally slipping out when you rose back to the top.

“I’m— trying! It’s just t’much..!” you whined as the burn in your legs began to rush throughout your body.

“Look at you, you’re taking every inch of me.” He groaned, his praise sounding like music to your ears. He so badly wanted to grab you by your hips and rut into you relentlessly, but he preferred to make you feel good first.

“Feels s’good.. s’full.” You moaned as his dick filled you to the brink.

He let out a guttural groan as his tip prodded at your spongy G-spot, your legs slowly getting tired but you maintained your speed. Choso’s hands guided your hips and pulled you up and down on his cock. Your brain began getting fuzzy and empty. The only thought lingering was to make yourself feel good.

Choso’s nails dug small crescents into your skin as you rode his brains out. Your clit grinding onto his pelvic bone.

His cock twitched inside of you as you let out a high pitched moan. Your thighs now clenching around his waist. “So— ngh, tight. You feel so good, baby.” he groaned from underneath you.

You nodded brainlessly, your silk walls tightening around his cock. Choso looked at you with half-lidded eyes, his eyelashes soaked from his tears of pleasure.

“Go faster for me, pretty.” He grunted as he thrusted up into the roll of your hips. Your cunt greedily sucked in every inch he gave you, your cervix now practically bruised from his lengthy cock. Your legs were tired, sore and worn out. You tried to pick up the pace but your body couldn’t keep up with Choso’s stamina. His eyebrows furrowed with a bead of sweat between them, his hands guiding you to make you go faster.

“y’re not going fast enough— ngh,” he began getting frustrated

You were trying. Really, you were.

Eventually, it wasn’t enough for him. Within seconds, Choso flipped you over onto your hands and knees; the air remaining in your lungs escaping from the sudden change in movement.

“M’sorry baby,” he whined before aligning his flaring pink tip with your entrance, “s-soooo sorry.”

He slammed into your with a forceful thrust. Your legs trembling and hardly keeping you up. “M’sorry, m’sorry, m’sorry—“ he repeated over and over again. Tears welling in both of your eyes. Your face was shoved into the couch cushions, a small patch of drool starting to form from where you lips laid.

“F-feels too good to— hck! stop.” he babbled, your syrupy cunt reeling him in more with each roll of his hips. His fingers were practically leaving bruises on your hips from how tight he was holding them, you couldn’t speak. Every ounce of strength you had left was fucked out of your body.

Your limp, sore, body.

“C-Cho, s’too much—“ you were cut off by him shoving your face further into the couch. He couldn’t help it, your pussy was practically singing to him. And it was definitely speaking more than you could at the moment.

“No, y’re taking it soo good f’me,” his thrusts became more frantic and sloppier. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as another orgasm crashed over you. “S-see? You can take it.” he grunted, the pulsing from your orgasm sent him over the edge; his cocked twitched inside of you as he buried himself to a hilt.

“F-fuck!” He yelped as he grabbed a handful of your hair. “M’cumming, haah— fuck!” he whimpered as hot, sticky, long, ropes spurt inside of you; filling you to the absolute brink.

A frothy mixture of your liquids dripped from between your thighs, spilling onto the couch beneath your legs. A ring now formed around his cock. He didn’t pull out, just kept you both connected.

“Need to see y’re face this time,” he murmured as he flipped you over to your back. Your eyes widening as he hovered over you.

“What? N-no, I can’t!” You cried out, but it was too late. He was too far gone. Your mascara now streaming down your face as your sticky bodies collided once more.

“Yes you can, baby. And you will—“ he babbled breathlessly. His pelvic bone snapping against your ass. “for me, you can.” his hand lingered on your lower stomach, a evident bulge lying beneath his palm. “Heh, l-look. Y’re so full of me already.” The room absolutely reeked of sweat and sex, with the slightest hint of your cotton candy vape.

Your hand was placed on his lower abdomen, squirming beneath his violent yet desperate thrust. Trying to push away from the immense pleasure. “S-slow down!” You testified from underneath him.

“Where are ya’ running off to?” He asked as he realized you were scooting away from his cock. He slammed into you hard, forcing a sweet whine to escape your lips. “stop— ngh, running from me.” He folded you in half like a pretzel to prevent you from scooting away from it again.

He held you in the meanest mating press. His balls slapping against your clit as he held your legs to your chest. Your hands clawed at his back and sides, leaving the evidence of raw, red lines on his skin.

He aggressively grabbed your jaw, pulling your face to his own. The kiss was no longer sweet, but full of hunger and want. His teeth pressed into your lower lip before his tongue explored your mouth. His other hand traveling down to your clit, his thumb rubbing over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“One more,” he gasped out as he devoured your lips raw, “c’mon, I know you can do it f’me, pretty.”

It seemed your body listened to him more than yourself, because shortly after, your cunt seized around him for the umpteenth time this night. The suction caused him to groan as he picked up his pace; chasing his own climax. Your cunt gushed with juices as you reached your orgasm.

His seed was still dribbling down your ass, he was practically using it as lube to fuck back into your greedy hole easier.

“Wan’ fill you up more— No, need to fill you up more.” His cock twitched inside of you as you neared the end of your orgasm. The nasty squelches filling the room as you let out borderline pornographic moans. Your cunt squeezed around him at the sound of his words. “Ya’ want that don’t you? Need me to fill this pretty cunt nice and full?”

“Mhm— please, Cho.” You clenched down on him harder. “Need to feel you more.” Your tears mixing with your sweat.

“S’okay baby, I know what’s best for her.” your body flailed against his rough pounding. “Don’t need to talk more, she’s doin’ allll the talking for you.”

He pressed down harder on the bump in your tummy, feeling the outline of his cock inside of you. Just the sensation alone had him stretching you in was deemed to be nearly impossible. His throbbing tip prodding at spots you didn’t even know existed.

“Haah— fuck. M’gonna cum again soon.” he warmed as his thrust continued getting sloppier and heavier. “Gon’ fill her nicely for you.” You shook your head profusely, your thighs trembling underneath him.

“M-maybe even get you pregnant, have you round and leaking of me.” He rambled on. He shuddered at the thought. “Would keep you full fuck, would treat you soooo good.

Choso’s cock abused your poor, leaking hole. The only thing keeping him alive in this moment was how beautifully you were taking him in. “Gotta— ngh, give this cunt what she wants.”

It only took a few more greedy thrust before he painted your insides white, your now white silken walls being stuffed full of him.

He laid ontop of you, nearly just as limp as you were. His cum stayed in for the meantime as he stayed plugged inside of you. Just where he wanted to be.

His face stayed buried in the crook of your neck, his mouth was close enough that you could hear his ruined whimpers. His tip leaked hot spurts inside of you more and more with each passing second, before he ultimately pulled out of you. You whined at the sudden emptiness, his seed seeping out of your raw and sloppy pussy.

“Look at that.” he mumbled under his breath as he watched your juices ooze once he pulled out. The admiration in his voice very evident.

His eyes widened once he realized your ruined state. “M’sorry— did I… was it too much?” he rambled over his words as he immediately felt the guilt of going over your limit.

“No— no, Cho. I’m fine.” you responded with a weak smile. You felt so used but it was the most pleasurable feeling.

“A-are you sure?” He asked against, his ears perking up from your confirmation. “Let me clean you up.” he disappeared for a moment, but came back with a slightly damp towel to wipe you down with. Afterwords, he helped you change into more suitable clothes for your own comfortability.

Choso’s sudden change in affection was refreshing, he caressed your body so carefully. Rubbing any part that might’ve been sore. He gently kissed the marks he left on your skin with sweet praises.

“You did so good for me, angel.”

“Just hold me close, Cho.” you replied weakly.

He pressed a few kisses to the top of your forehead as you laid on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat soothing you to sleep.

a/n: okeh so like this took way longer to edit than expected cause daddy has exam season now 😞 but don’t fret my kittens I still have plenty of short posts for u to feast on mwahahahah

© junovae, do not plagiarize!

[bugslibraryy]

Shane and Ilya laying in bed post fuck, Shane sprawled on his back still, Ilya between his legs, Shane’s thighs loosely pressed to Ilya’s sides, Ilya is still inside Shane, he’ll stay like that till he too soft for his cock to stay there, because Shane loves it, feeling full till the last moment and Ilya does too, loves how Shane whines if he even feels like Ilya is going to pull out. Shane is all big wet brown eyes and sleepy blinks, his arms are wrapped around Ilya’s neck, hands holding on to his opposite elbows, cradling Ilya close to him. Shane’s stomach is still tensing and jumping, ebbing out the last of his orgasm and he’s nuzzling his nose and lips in slow nuzzles against Ilya’s curls.

Ilya adores him like this, like a kitten nuzzling, when he rubs his face into some part of Ilya- any part of him, like he’s trying to push his way into his body, covering his senses in Ilya, pleasure seeking with Ilya’s body.

Ilya shivers when Shane clenches around him, thighs shifting against Ilya’s sides as he adjusts himself. “Sorry” Shane sighs and Ilya shakes his head, smoothes his hands down Ilya’s sides, rubs a flat hand over his tummy. “No no, just sensitive, sweetheart” and then he’s pulling back from Shane’s nuzzling, looking down at him all flush faced and staring up at Ilya like, like something impossible, like Ilya could never have dreamed of- with reverence, adoration. He blinks heavy and his arms tighten around Ilya’s neck, as if making sure he’ll stay close.

“You okay?” Ilya asks and Shane nods, beams and there’s a smudge of saliva on his chin, his mouth is so shiny with spit and there’s some come wet between his pecs from his own orgasm and Ilya feels like an animal, a frantic thing a predator for how much he desires Shane, is consumed by him, how he needs him in the most human basic primal sense. He feels dizzy at being the one trusted by Shane to have this, his pleasure.

“Sooooo good” Shane exhales, his face happy and open, so fucking open, so comfortable in himself and arches his back in a small stretch, presses his shoulder blades down into the bed, wriggles his hips a bit and he’s going to kill Ilya one of these days.

“Soooo good” Ilya echos back, so happy he feels fucking stupid, cups Shane’s cheek and rubs his thumb over Shane’s pretty red mouth the dark pout of it, the full bottom lip that pushes out. Ilya leans down and bites Shane’s mouth, the whole shape of it between his cheek and then takes his bottom lip onto his mouth, bites and sucks at it. His hands open and warm rub up and down Shane’s sides in slow heavy touches.

“You are so good” Ilya mumbles as he pulls back, knocks their noses together and pulls back further to watch the way Shane’s head tilts forward to chase Ilya’s mouth.

“Always a good boy” Ilya rubs his lips against the corner of Shane’s mouth, feels the way he shivers with the words and drags his mouth down and bites at his chin.

“Was so fucking hot, always is, my perfect boy. my perfect perfect boy” Ilya kisses his way over Shane’s face as he says it, watches the blush splotch on his cheeks and neck.

“Your boy” Shane mumbles back and Ilya heart squeezes, pounds pounds pounds. Ilya’s hands smooth over Shane’s thighs, up to his waist and cuddle around him pulling them flush flush together, Shane up off the bed.

Shane turns his face, trying to find Ilya’s mouth again and Ilya smiles. Shane is always so extra kissey like this.

Ilya kisses his once, twice, a third time with a wet lick of his tongue and Shane is groaning happily into it, tangling his fingers into Ilya’s hair and pulling him in like their could be a physical way to be closer than this. Shane’s teeth mash against Ilya’s at his excitement to kiss, eagerness and Ilya pulls back slow, tiny peck as he pulls away, tilts his head up and down to rub his mouth over Shane’s swollen one.

Ilya pulls back enough to see his face, and dies again a thousand small deaths at the face of his love, dark eyes glowing and small smile warm and a sweet magnet to Ilya, mirroring each small movement of his head, a tiny thread of gold ties them together, Ilya is sure of it, the way they move as one.

“Yeah Shane, my boy” Ilya agrees and reaches up to smooth his fingertips over Shane’s mouth Shane nuzzles up into his fingertips and Ilya traces his swollen mouth, feels the exhales from his nose, pushes his fingertips in just so to feel the wet and warmth, where his tongue had just been. Ilya thinks he’d live between Shane’s molars if he could.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

You’re Not Alone Anymore

Warnings: Intense dom/sub dynamic, deep subspace, overstimulation, implied smut, emotional vulnerability, past partner neglect, gentle aftercare (bathing, cleaning, dressing, cuddling), protective!soft!possessive!Frank, hurt/comfort, mild language, healing

Summary: After an intense night together, Frank finds you trying to do aftercare by yourself. What starts as confusion turns into quiet rage and aching tenderness when he realizes you’ve always had to take care of yourself. That ends tonight. Because Frank Castle doesn’t let the woman, he loves float alone in space

xoxoxo

Your thighs were still trembling.

You couldn’t move without shaking—hell, you could barely breathe right. Your skin was flushed, sensitive, and your head felt like it was floating somewhere between reality and the stars. Everything echoed. Every touch still lingered like fire. Every whisper Frank had growled against your skin replayed like a prayer.

You were limp on the bed, sheets soaked beneath your hips, mouth parted, eyes hazy. Floating. Blinking fast like that would pull you down from orbit.

And yet—with what little strength you had—you stirred. Reached out. Fumbled blindly for the towel abandoned after Frank’s shower. You’d done this a hundred times before. Clean yourself. Ground yourself. Take care of the mess alone, like always.

Frank had collapsed beside you minutes ago, panting and sweat-drenched. But as soon as you moved, he blinked at you, brows knitting.

“Where you goin’, baby?”

“Just… cleanup,” you whispered. Your voice was floaty. Far away. “It’s okay. I got it.”

Frank pushed up on his elbow, eyes narrowing as he watched you shake your way through some kind of ritual he didn’t recognize. Water bottle. Wipes. The shaking of your fingers. The dissociation in your eyes.

“The fuck you doing?” he asked. Not harsh. Just sharp. Alarmed.

You blinked at him, confused by the question. “I always do this. I’m fine. I promise. I’m used to it—”

“What?”

Frank sat up completely. The mattress dipped. You stilled.

Then, soft as a confession, “No one’s ever really… done aftercare. I usually just do it myself.”

You meant it casually. Like it didn’t matter. But the shame was already creeping in, burning at your throat.

Frank froze.

Then, voice low and dangerous, “What do you mean ‘no one’s ever done aftercare for ya’?”

You swallowed. “They got what they wanted and would roll over or fall asleep or just leave… and I’d just clean up after, maybe get some water or take a bath if it was bad. It’s not a big deal. It’s normal.”

His entire body locked.

You watched him clench his jaw, drag a slow hand over his face like he was trying not to put it through a wall. “Fucking hell.”

“Frankie—”

“No,” he snapped. Then gentled instantly. “No. Don’t. Don’t you dare make excuses for that shit, baby. That’s not okay. You—fuck. You don’t do that to someone you just wrecked. You don’t leave them floatin’ in space tryin’ to put themselves back together.”

You looked down. “It’s not like they were all bad. I just… learned to handle it.”

His hand was on your face before you could finish—steady, warm, grounding. He tilted your chin so you’d look him in the eye.

“You don’t ‘handle’ it anymore,” he said firmly. “You don’t take care of yourself after givin’ me your whole fuckin’ body. I’m the one who took you apart—let me be the one who puts you back together pumpkin.”

He paused.

“You’re not fuckin’ doin’ that anymore.”

And then—just as quickly as the fire came—he softened. His thumb brushed your cheek.

“You’re floatin’, baby,” he whispered, kissing your temple. “You’re still up there. Let me bring you down safely, gently. Let me take care of my girl. ”

You nodded, dazed. And when you finally let go, your body slack against the mattress, Frank was already moving.

He picked you up—literally lifted you—and you instinctively curled against him, burying your face in his chest. His voice dropped low, soothing: “I got you now. Just breathe for me, dollbaby.”

By the time you reached the bathroom, the water was already running.

He climbed in behind you, settled you between his legs, your back to his chest. His arms curled around your waist like armor.

Frank whispered the whole time.

“You did so good for me.”

“You’re safe now.”

“You’re mine. Let me take care of what’s mine.”

“You’re not alone in this. You don’t have to do shit on your own anymore.”

He washed your hair like you were something holy. Massaged your scalp with calloused fingers, gentle where others had been careless. He kissed the crown of your head after every rinse. Washed your skin with reverence. Whispered love into your shoulders, your knees, the delicate bend of your neck.

When he finally carried you back to bed—dressed in his soft shirt, wrapped in your favorite blanket—you were no longer floating. Just warm. Heavy. Safe.

He tucked in behind you, pulled you close like he was afraid to let go. One arm locked across your waist. The other cradled your head.

“You didn’t have to do all that,” you mumbled, half-asleep.

His voice came fierce in the dark. “Yeah. I did. And I will. Every time.”

You fell asleep to the sound of his heart behind you—steady, solid. For once, you weren’t bracing yourself. You weren’t rushing to fix the mess. You were just held.

And Frank?

He didn’t sleep at all. He held you for hours—processing, aching—because you’d been forced to carry that hurt alone for too long.

And he’d be damned if you ever did again.

xoxoxo

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