I suck his dick, it's big, it's very-very big! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd make you cockwarm him while he works, the door unlocked, his dick so close to your g-spot but he wouldn't let you move! hands keeping your waist in place as his dick keeps you all stuffed n warm.
“I'll be done soon, sweetheart, you can wait a little more right? So, be a good girl n stop movin’ so much.”
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd praise you for sucking him off so good, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you try not to gag on his huge dick. Guiding your tongue on his dick, gently holding your hair, shooting thick ropes of cum in your mouth.
“God, your mouth feels so good, my sweets. Keep goin’ alright? looking so pretty f’ me.”
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd taunt n insult you while you gag on his dick, roughly grabbing your hair and making you take him fully. Your mascara n lipstick all ruined, eyes rollin’ back when he cums in your mouth. :(
“You look like some cheap whore like this, y'know. I bet you're getting wet from me degrading you, hm? As expected.”
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you in a mating press, his big cock stretching your insides, hitting your womb. Pressin’ his hand on your tummy to feel his dick in you, making you whine. Your tummy already full from how much he cums, you definitely can't go for another round.. + he's gonna fuck you till you need a wheelchair.
“It won't fit? Don't worry, darlin’. Gonna make your cunt remember my dick, don't worry! Even if it does forgets, I'll just fuck ya again.”
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you till your dumb n can only think of him and his dick if you do decide to act all bratty or he'd just tie you up n put a vibrator on your clit and watch as you squirm around trying to get a release, but he turns off the vibrator just when you're gonna cum. :(
"Should've thought before being like that, what did you expect, princess? acting all flirty with that random guy, trying to make me jealous."
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who’re either super experienced from sleeping around or just fucking virgin losers, walkin’ around with that big ass dick in his pants.
౨ৎ choso is so whiny, even when he fucks you like he hates you
cw – porn w no plot, whiny dom cho, sub reader, creampie, petnames (baby), mating press, breeding, pretty short, afab reader
“𝓕uck, baby,” your boyfriend let out a whine, gently biting his lower lip as he bottomed out in your creamy pussy. He had you in a mean mating press, hips snapping to meet yours in quick thrusts. Each kiss of his tip to your cervix had you seeing stars, mouth slightly agape in a silent moan as your eyes teared up.
“Cho! Mmf.. gen– gentle!” You pleaded, your fluttery cunt already slightly swollen from the previous orgasms he’d pulled out of you with his fingers. Your thighs burned with how hard they worked, Choso’s hands pressing your legs up to near your head.
“Hmn.. oh, fuck,” he moaned out, vocal as ever as grunts, groans and whimpers escaped his lips. “Can’t, baby.. s’too good!”
Your pussy squeezed down on him, legs trembling and clit throbbing from the continuous stimulation to your g-spot and cervix. “Choso! Ohmygod–“ you gasped, eyes near-crossing as you orgasmed for the third time since he came home.
Tears ran down your cheeks as cum dribbled down your messy cunt, coating Choso’s balls as they slapped up against you aggressively.
“So pretty, baby,” Choso whimpered as he pressed gentle kisses to one of your ankles, drilling into you harder. “So pretty for me, gonna be such a pretty mama..!”
You nodded as you let out a sob, arms moving to hold the backs of your knees as you pulled your legs back further so Choso could go deeper. “Mm, shit! Chos– Choso, please!” You whined, eyes practically begging him to fill you up.
You watched as Choso let out a deep grunt, breathing deeply and letting out soft whines as his once steady pace became sloppy and uneven. “S’right, baby,” he nodded as he panted, “gonna fill this pussy up, put a baby in your tummy..! Hm, s’that right?”
You couldn’t even respond, eyes fluttering shut as you failed to mumble out a string of words in response. The pleasure was too much for your silly brain, all fucked out.
You let out a loud moan when Choso stopped his thrusts, cursing and whining as he pumped your pussy full of his load. “Oh shit, fuck hngh..” He groaned out as he gripped your thighs tightly.
He paused there for a moment before shifting the two of you so you were both lying down, his cock still stuffed inside you as he spooned you.
You let out a soft cry as you felt him slowly starting to rut into you again, his thick cum leaking out of your pussy as he fucked it deeper into you. “Cho..! Too sensitive,” you mumbled as your cunt spasmed around him.
“Mmhm,” he shook his head as he pressed wet kisses to your nape, “not done yet.. gotta fill this pussy up. Make sure it takes.”
note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated
warning: power bottom character, slight humiliation, riding, orgasm control, slight dub con
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He smirked and winked at you as he went past, even in cuffs he had the gall to look so smug.
You didn’t know why the police brass even bothered to arrest him at this point. They all had to know he was toying with the whole department like it was his personal playground. He'd let himself get caught, strut through booking like a celebrity on a red carpet, then the next day walk out the front doors free of charges as if nothing had ever happened.
If it wasn’t conveniently “lost” evidence or a corrupted chain of custody, it was the judges, witnesses, and half the detectives who mysteriously ended up on his payroll.
You sighed, sinking back into your chair at your desk. The key evidence bag from lockup- the one that could actually put him away this time- sat in your drawer.
You'd lifted it last night, and already had the plan ready: some overworked beat cop would take the fall for the “missing” contraband.
You stared at the drawer for a long moment, wondering how you could even do this job without the smallest flicker of guilty conscience anymore. But the answer was always the same. The first time you'd met him, everything had changed and especially you.
He wasn't the type to let someone slip away once he'd decided they were his. His reputation preceded him: obsessive, patient, and utterly merciless when it came to claiming what he wanted.
And somehow, against every instinct and every oath you'd ever taken, you’d decided you wanted him.
You were too far gone for him. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, no redemption arc waiting. You was the mob boss’s husband, after all- whether the rest of the world knew it yet or not.
The ring he had given you in return for your proposal ring for him was hidden on a chain beneath your shirt. Every time he passed you in cuffs, every time he winked like he owned the entire precinct, it was just another reminder:
You wasn’t just a cop anymore.
And you both knew it.
You rubbed a hand over your face, trying to push the memory of last night out of your head. The way he had cornered you in the evidence room after hours, lips brushing your ear while his fingers traced the badge still pinned to your chest. It didn't even matter how he had gotten in.
“Careful, detective,” He had purred, voice sweet like poison honey. “Keep playing this game with me and I might just decide to put you in cuffs next time… but for much better reasons.”
You hated how easily your body had reacted.
The worst part?
You didn’t even feel bad about it anymore.
You just felt the pull. That sick, addictive pull that came every time he looked at you like he was the only thing in the world worth playing for.
Your phone buzzed on the desk in alert of a new message, it had no name just a number you knew oh so well.
“Dinner tonight, husband. Wear the blue tie I like. And don’t be late or I’ll have to come collect you myself.”
You closed your eyes, a helpless, traitorous smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.
God forgive you.
He was already waiting, lounging on the edge of the massive bed like a queen on her throne, still wearing that smug little smirk from the precinct. The cuffs he'd “forgotten” to return earlier dangled from one finger, glinting menacingly under the low lights.
“Took you long enough, detective,” He drawled, voice dripping with mock disappointment. “I was starting to think you’d grown a spine and stood me up.”
You couldn't even answer. Your throat felt too dry, your pulse hammering as he rose and slowly circled you like a predator sizing up prey. Which was very ironic considering you towered over him and weighed much more. His fingers hooked into the knot of your tie, tugging you forward until his chest brushed yours.
“On the bed,” He ordered softly. “Now.”
You obeyed without a word, heat flooding your face. The moment your back hit the mattress he was on you, straddling your hips like a professional. The expensive fabric of his clothes brushed against you as he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other already working open your belt.
“Look at you,” He murmured, lips by your ear. “All those shiny badges and big talk at the station and here you are, hard and desperate the second I snap my fingers. Pathetic, isn’t it?”
A low groan escaped you as he ground down against the growing bulge in your slacks, the friction maddening through too many layers of fabric. He laughed softly at the sound, all too pleased with himself.
“Already leaking for me and I haven’t even taken your pants off yet. My sweet little corrupt cop… so eager to ruin his career just to fuck the criminal he’s supposed to be chasing.”
He released your wrists only long enough to shove his shirt up, exposing his chest. Your mouth found one nipple, teeth grazing just hard enough to make him arch and gasp. While you were distracted he freed your cock, wrapping his fingers around it in a slow, teasing stroke.
“So hard,” He cooed, as if was talking to a child, thumb circling the slick head. “And all mine. Say it.”
Your voice cracked. “Yours… fuck- I’m yours.”
“Good boy.”
He didn’t bother undressing fully and just pushed his trousers down just enough to show he was already ready. With no prep he just lined himself up and sank down on you in one smooth motion.
You groaned his response, hands moving to his hips as he took you all. The heat of him and tight grip was overwhelming. He rode you like he owned you -because he did- with no mercy.
Hands braced on your chest, he rolled his hips maddeningly slow, taking exactly what he wanted. Every time you tried to thrust up to meet him, he pressed you back down with a firm hand on your chest.
“Stay still,” He snapped, “You don’t get to fuck me tonight. You get to lie there and take it while I use you.”
He pace quickened, the wet sound of skin meeting skin filling the room alongside his broken gasps and your moans.
“Look at you,” He taunted, leaning down so his lips hovered just above yours. “Detective of the year, letting the city’s most wanted ride his cock like a cheap toy. If your little precinct buddies could see you now whimpering and leaking inside me while I drain every last bit of dignity you have left.”
You was coming apart beneath him, fingers digging into the sheets, fighting the urge to move as he clenched around you deliberately on every downstroke.
He reached back, cupping your balls and giving them a light, teasing squeeze. “Gonna come already? So soon? How embarrassing. I’ve barely started using you.”
“Please-” You gasped, hips twitching helplessly.
“Please what?” He slowed to a torturous grind, circling his hips so he felt every inch of you. “Please let me cum in the hole of the criminal i'm supposed to arrest? Please ruin my life with your tight hole?”
He laughed again when you only moaned in response, then picked up speed, riding him harder, chasing your own pleasure without mercy.
“That’s it… just a desperate, cock for me. My husband~”
Then with a strangled cry you came hard inside him but he kept on moving, milking every last drop out of you.
Even as you shuddered and whimpered from oversensitivity, he kept riding you, slower now but just as deep, drawing out every helpless twitch and gasp. Until he finally clenched around you and came with a satisfied sigh, cum splattering onto your chest.
He stayed there for a long moment, still seated on your softening cock, looking down at your flushed, wrecked face more softly now.
“Such a good boy,” He purred, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “My sweet detective.”
You could only lie there, chest heaving, knowing you wouldn't change a thing.
a night to remember
Underneath the sheets, you enchanted me
And whispered sweet nothings in my ear
‧₊˚🖇️ pairing: bottom male reader x secret one night stand
⤹warning: mister/sir kink ?, y/n being bratty,, soft/gentle sex, v vanilla, drunk reader, no condom D: (be safe aa), blowjob (receiving), fingering (receiving), door>table sex,,, aftercare!! always have aftercare ,, age gap(reader/y.n 21, one night stand 32) rlly rushed in general, not proof read, if this flop ill simply explode (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ word count: 3.3k
today was a shitty day.
for y/n, at least,
it started when his brand new shoes, in the worst color possibly, white- getting completely ruined when he stepped into dog’s poo.
then, he checked his grades on his phone, only to see a big red F. on the class he needed to pass in order to graduate.
the reason? one of his groupmate didnt do their part, even worse- they dont even attend the class!
and now, because of that person, y/n wasnt going to graduate on time.
y/n asked his other teammate who was the one that didnt do their part, he made sure to write down their name into his note app to (maybe) beat them up one day,,
just when he thought his day couldnt get worse, he was on his way to his part time job before getting a text from his boyfriend. the message was short, a simple, “lets breakup.”
he read the text over and over again, his boyfriend of 2 years- ending things without even a word of explanation, over text at that.
y/n didnt go to his part time job that day, asking for a sick leave from his manager. his friends noticed that he looked down, then dragged him to a bar to distract him from whatever was in his head.
shots. beer. loud music.. y/n drank everything his friend poured him as he listened to the other’s rant about how can his boyfriend just dump y/n like that.
he just wanted to forget.
after a few drinks in, feeling a little tipsy, y/n told his friends that hes gonna step out for a smoke and maybe fresh air. he leaned against the cold brick wall, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag as he tried to calm his racing thoughts.
..its cold.
maybe he shouldve borrowed his friend’s coat,
He exhaled, watching the smoke curl up into the dark sky, when something warm and heavy draped over his shoulders.
“??” he blinked, turning his head. Ah, this guy is handsome, he thought to himself, the stranger stood beside him, he looked like he's a few years older than y/n (maybe around his early 30s, he thinks.) , with messy dark hair, piercing black eyes and only wearing a black turtleneck with slacks.
“youre shivering.” the man said, voice low and smooth,
y/n glanced down at the coat, then back up at the man “‘m fine.” he slurred his words, swaying on his feet like hes gonna fall any moment.
the guy huffed out a quiet laugh, “you sure?”
“..’m not that drunk.”
“mhm.”
“what are you? my mom?”
the guy let out a breath that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, “go back in, you’re gonna freeze.”
“dont wanna.”
“dont be stubborn.” he huffed.
“I’m not-” y/n stopped, blinking, as the words caught up with him. “..you’re annoying.”
on impulse, y/n yank him forward, grabbing the front of the guy’s collar, pulling him down his height and then his mouth was on his. it wasn’t graceful. hell, it wasn’t even all that romantic. just messy. sloppy. drunken.
but the guy kissed back. like hes not going anywhere.
y/n wasnt sure how theyd get from the bar to an apartment? or motel, he couldnt tell. the door clicked shut behind and he barely caught it before nearly tripping over if it werent for the other’s steadying him by the waist.
“you alright?” the man murmured, before he could say anything, he was pushed against the door, the man covering the back of head with his hand, his back hitting the wood with a soft thud, and then the guy’s lips were on his before pulling away,
“you talk too much.” y/n groaned, alcohol still buzzing through his system. he stared back at the stranger, before asking, “whats your name?”
the man paused for a second before tilting his head to the side, as if thinking what to say, he leaned in- just a little closer to touch his forehead with y/n’s,
“does it matter?” he murmured. y/n shouldve said yes, but instead, he pulled the stranger in for a kiss.
before he could pull away, the guy already had his hands underneath y/n’s shirt, the sudden warmth against his cold skin sent an immediate jolt through him.
the man's lips left his for a brief second, the man's mouth moved to y/n’s neck, lips hot against his skin, sucking and biting just enough to leave a mark.
“m-mister..”
upon hearing this, the other raised an eyebrow, eyes flashing with amusement. “mister?” he repeated,
y/n only shrugged, before tugging at the man’s shirt once again, as if wanting it off. “mm.”
the man’s hands slid lower, teasing the waistband of his pants, then pulling him closer again, grinding against him in a way that made y/n gasp.
y/n’s hands, impatient and shaky, pushed at the other’s shirt again. “off,” he mumbled, tugging at it.
“eager much?” the man dropped onto his knees, taking off his own shirt before throwing it somewhere in the room.
y/n's breath hitched when the man dropped to his knee, staring politely at the other’s body.
hands firm on his thighs, pressing them apart just enough to show the man his hardening weewee, his fingers tugged at y/n’s waistband once again, tugging it off along with his boxer.
y/n face flushed, his member standing proudly, feeling shy, he meekly hid his crotch from the other man.
“perv.”
the man laugh, before forcefully pulling apart y/n’s thigh. he lightly caresses y/n’s inner thigh, while his other hand strokes the younger’s member,
y/n let out a whine when the man swallowed his length in one go, he immediately covered his mouth with both his palm, stifling any whines that would come out.
gently, he started bobbing his head up and down while grabbing a small bottle of lube from his pocket pants.
y/n noticed the lube, it was almost sweet, like he was handling something fragile. he let out a breathless laugh, “hah, you were really prepared for this?” he murmured, eyes half lidded as the man continued on sucking him and pours the lube into his hand. “i guess you really are a perv.”
the man sighed around y/n’s length, he brought up his hand towards the younger’s entrance, teasingly circling two of his fingers around it.
y/n shivered at the cold feeling against his rim, he was starting to get impatient, “just—” his words suddenly cut off into a whine as the tip of the man’s fingers slid in.
the older of the two hummed, sending vibrations to y/n’s member. he let out another whine when the man curled his fingers, pressing against a spot that had y/n arching his back,
y/n lightly hits the man’s shoulder when he pulled off his member, giving it a small kiss on the leaking tip,
with his head thrown towards the door, y/n covered his mouth with his palm once again, hoping nobody can hear them outside the door. flush spread around his chest, barely hidden from his low neck hoodie.
“feeling shy now?” the older teased, rising from his knees, he grabbed one of y/n’s thigh and hooked it around his waist, fingers still pressed deep onto that one spot, twisting his finger just to hear y/n sigh.
y/n scoffed, hiding his face in the man’s shoulder before letting out a muffled moan, his hand never stopped massaging y/n’s prostate.
when the man pulled his finger out, the younger one let out a huff as if in annoyance, before he could let out another snarky remark, he felt something stiff and warm under him.
glancing down, he noticed the man’s breath growing heavier and heavier, he moved his hips, the tip of his.. weapon? prodding against y/n’s hole.
he paused at the sight ‘thats going in me?’ was the only thing he could think at the moment, the man noticed y/n’s stare, nuzzling into the younger’s shoulder, “im getting impatient.” he murmured, his voice low and raspy as he gripped onto y/n’s waist.
“really?” y/n laughed, wrapping his arm around the man’s neck so he doesnt fall. the man’s breath hitched, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips,
“yeah,”
the man lines himself up against y/n’s, him kindly enough had poured a generous amount onto his length, before slowly pushing himself in.
y/n yelped, while he did have experience, its been a while he had taken anything like the man’s size.
he took his time, moving slowly, one of his hand gripping y/n’s leg, one gentle hand strokes y/n’s back, circling around his back, his movement slow, as if he werent going anywhere.
pressing a soft skin to y/n’s neck, he slowly pushes his length inside inch by inch, taking note of how y/n whine or gasps.
the man grunted when he finally fit his entire length in that tight warmth, he noticed how quiet y/n have been (besides letting out a few whines here and there), concerned, he placed y/n on the nearby table.
he pulled back just enough to check on him, “still with me?” he muttered, brushing a hand though y/n’s hair, though, all he got was a, “mhmm..”
y/n’s face was still buried in his neck, his lips parted slightly as he lets out small, breathless whine, his arms still hung around the man’s shoulder,
the man let out a low curse, yet he gently cupped y/n’s jaw to take a look at his face-, y/n’s eyes were half-lidded, unfocused and dazed (?)
he was about to pull out, thinking maybe the alcohol had made y/n tired, he can just jerk himself off later.. but before he could, he felt something wrapped around his waist, as if not wanting him to go,
“mister..” y/n, still clearly out of it, voice was barely above a whisper surprising the older, “whyd you stop?”
the mans heart skipped a beat, something about y/n’s expression, how his face flushed and how y/n wrapped his legs around the man so he wouldnt go.
he let out a small smile, clearly caught off guard yet amused, the younger one could be so cute when hes isnt letting out sarcastic remarks— but even if he does, the man wouldve still found it cute anyway. “i told you,” he chuckled softly, “im not going anywhere.”
the man chuckled again, he cupped y/n’s face gently, tilting his head to meet his gaze, “i-”
“stop talking and keep moving.” y/n muttered, giving the man a lazy smile.
oh..
slightly amused, the man let out a laugh, his fingers brushing against y/n’s cheek almost tenderly. “alright.”
y/n didnt want to wait, he clenched onto the man’s length, making the older groan.
the man shook his head, “impatient,” he said, his voice soft making something tingle inside y/n’s stomach.
y/n whined when he felt the man pulling away, he was ready to snap something snarky, but his words got cut off into a moan when the other suddenly thrusted into him,
y/n let out a soft, startled gasp as the man’s hands found their way back to his waist, pulling him flush against him, the tip of his member directly pressed against the bundle of nerves inside of him.
the man occasionally lets a low grunt, his hands moving to hike up y/n’s hoodie just enough to see his abdomen and chest, he leans down, his lips ghosting over his skin before nipping at one of y/n’s perked up nipples.
the younger inhaled sharply, the soft whimper that escaped his throat betraying him. his face flushed, trying to bite his lips to hold back another whimper when the man continued his pace.
y/n couldnt help but arch his back whenever the man pulled out so slightly, then bottomed inside him in one go— or the way his hips instinctively move by itself whenever the man pulls away.
y/n’s eyes snapped open just in time to catch the soft smile tugging at the man’s lips. before y/n could protest, he was pulled into a kiss—soft, but deep, silencing the whimpers and desperate gasps that were about to spill from his lips.
he couldnt help but melt into the kiss,, muffling any moans that would leak out whenever the man’s length grazes his prostate.
he relaxes under the man’s touch, hands moving from the older’s shoulder to his back, scratching slightly at his skin.
each movement from the older man was slow, yet y/n felt like he could feel his length in him so deep. pushing y/n closer to edge, he pulled himself away from the man to catch his own breathe,
“fuck-” y/n gasped, his insides tightened, making the man above him grunt. his back arched again, clinging onto the man on top of him, hands desperately gripping the man’s shoulder.
“im gonna..” he squeezes his eyes shut. “M-mister!”
his body tensed up, his eyes slightly rolling back to his skull. thick, white ropes fell onto his own abdomen, some even getting to the man’s body.
the man slowed down for a second, his lips curling into a small smile, he watch y/n’s face contort into pleasure before leaning down to kiss him again.
“you did so well.” he murmured.
y/n, still dazed, only hummed in response.
the man wished he had the stamina to keep going, the sight of y/n in his arms and the noises he makes whenever he moves are just so addicting.
his movements grows erratic, he felt himself throbbing inside of y/n, his grip tightening around y/n, enough to leave a bruise.
his hips stuttered, a deep groan escaping his throat as he buried his face into the younger’s neck. just before he was about to climax, he pulled out and jerked himself off. spilling his come all over y/n’s stomach.
and for once, y/n forgets everything around him, the break up, the bad day he was having,, and the fact he doesnt even knows the name of the man he just spent the night with.
but it doesnt matter, right?
while he felt himself drifting into sleep, he was carefully carried to the bathroom, he felt his hoodie being taken off and before he knew it, the man had gently put him in a bathtub filled with warm water.
by the time the man had finished bathing him, he was already half asleep. he was tucked in into the bed, the man climbed into the cover with him,
“are you really not gonna tell me your name..?” y/n murmured, too tired to care anymore, but still slightly curious.
the man simply laughed, his voice sending butterflies to y/n’s stomach, his hand gently brushing through y/n’s hair. “maybe later.”
y/n hummed one last time, before drifting into a well needed sleep.
the next morning, y/n woke up with a headache that felt like a hammer to his skull, his body ache from the waist down- though not in a bad way, enough to remember what had happened last night.
he looked around the room, noticing theres nobody else but him. next to the bed was the nightstand, his half lidded eyes landed on whats on top.
a bottle of hangover medicine and an energy drink.
huh, how nice.
so the guy, whoever he was, hadnt left him butt naked and was nice enough to actually give him a bath and dress him up.
y/n exhaled, running a hand through his hair and dragged himself out of the bed,
theres no sign of the man last night, no note, no nothing.
maybe that was the best decision, at least y/n doesnt have to see him again.
with a huff, y/n took the hangover medicine and drinks it in one go, then grabbed his bag (making sure he still have his personal items..) and left.
the motel was coincidentally near his dorm apartment, letting y/n have just enough time to change his clothes from last night, making sure to bring a coat before heading out. (hed rather be caught dead than wearing the same clothes from yesterday ;; )
eventually, with enough convincing from himself, he hauled himself to his university.
his friends were already waiting for him, one of them raising an eyebrow at him and his appearance,
“you look like hell.”
“thanks,” y/n muttered, having no energy to even fight back, sipping his coffee as him and his friends trudged to class.
on the way to class, his friends were talking about a rumor, something he have no interest in unless its about him,
“have you heard about the new TA?” one of his friend asked, poking y/n from the side for a reaction,
y/n only grunted in response, barely paying attention to their conversation (& nearly walking into a pole if his friends didnt tug him aside with his bag.)
“they say hes young,” another chimed in, “and apparently hes hot.”
y/n only hummed, almost falling into a bush if it werent for his friends pulled him by the collar of his coat.
“so?” someone scoffed, do y/n even know him..? maybe hes a friend of another friend. “he probably has those “im better than you.” mindset being so young.”
..whatever he said immediately went into y/n’s left ear and left from the right ear.
when they finally reached their class, they sat in their usual place in the middle, all of them still talking except for y/n— whose mind kept drifting to last night, the warm hand, soft kisses, the aftercare..
“dude you’re zoning out again.” his friend lightly waved his hands in front of y/n, finally snapping him out of it.
“ugh,” y/n groaned, “and whose idea was it to go to that bar yesterday-”
before he could say anything else, the door clicked open, the room immediately went silent as footsteps echoed against the floor,
some of the students instantly murmured about the person who had just entered the room, some complimenting their look, some talking about some rumors.
y/n looked up from the table, eyes widened at who was standing in front of the lecture hall.
the same man from last night?
dressed in a crisp shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, looking the same as he had when y/n last saw him.
he nearly ran out of the hall, but he needed that attendance.
“good morning, everybody.” he greeted smoothly, the same deep voice that y/n heard last night. “ill be your TA for this semester.”
you gotta be kidding me he screamed internally,
panic shot through his veins, y/n yanked his hood up, tugging it so low it nearly covered his eyes, his friends, thinking hes having another episode, just shrugged it off and continued talking.
he slumped forwards, elbows against the desk,, trying to hide himself.
please don’t recognize me. please don’t recognize me.
he glanced up again, trying to take a peek at the man in front to make sure hes not going coo coo crazy—
but to his dismay, the same man from last night- now his TA was staring directly at him, smiling as if they were best friends.
y/n froze, his brain short circuited, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
as if on cue, the man introduced himself to the class once again.
“you can call me Seo Seungjae.”
y/n nearly choked.
a/n hooo leee sheet i finished this. hooe lle sheet. smut took me,, 4 hours. aha. stared at my google docs like a madman whenever i typed something since id get distracted to something else TT ( ´ ω ` ) hopefully you guys enjoyed this ;; based on a real story of mine? harhar (excluding the TA part,) but i actually loved writing this,, i liked y/n and oc's dynamic here,! if anyone else liked this character,, ill probably write a second part ; i recently updated my carrd! feel free to check it out at the description,, my inbox r open as well ^^ goodnight everyone!! mwa
NSFW content ahead, so beware if you feel uncomfortable with the content:
They’ve always believed that they were blessed by the Gods themselves ever since you agreed to get with them. How can you — their perfect, wonderful, beautiful partner — ever consider them to be at your level? How can they ever hope to make you happy with their presence?
But you’ve never let their insecurities get in the way of your relationship; you've always tried your best to help them, to reassure them that you love them and only them. They’re your partner, they’re your lover, only them.
Every morning and night, they can only find themselves falling more and more in love with you. You’re so… so amazing, they feel unworthy of you. They want to show you how much they love you, how much you mean to them, how much you’ve helped them even before you two started dating.
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Earlier today, they asked if they could have their first time with you. It was sudden, shockingly so, considering you were surprised when they asked. But they quickly reassured you that if you didn’t want it, you could say so. They’ll wait however long they have to until you’re ready. And even then, if you never want it, they’ll respect your choice.
But you’ve agreed, despite what they initially thought. It wasn’t something they thought you wanted, but it was a pleasant surprise.
When they got home, they did their absolute best to make the bedroom as comfortable as possible: Sweet-scented candles in the room
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Here they are, kneeling at the foot of your bed with you sitting on top of the mattress. Your foot is held by their hand — their thumb lovingly caressing your heel.
Gosh, every little part of you is perfection incarnate.
What have they ever done to deserve you?
Slowly, they lift your foot higher, and their lips land on the bridge of your foot. The kiss lasts for a few seconds and once it reaches its end, their lips simply move up to place another lingering kiss. And then goes higher, and higher, and even higher.
But their lips never touch the areas you don’t approve of yet, they would never violate you without getting your permission.
Their lips detach from your leg and move onto your torso, gently kissing you — your sides, your stomach, your back, whatever part you give an okay sign to — with an almost worshipful degree.
They can feel your skin growing hot, and you suddenly stop them. They can tell you’re hesitant, you’re not sure if you want this.
They don’t force you to decide, they move away to give you space, to wait for your next command. Do you change your mind? Do you want to continue?
After a few grueling seconds (for them, at least. But they’ll never say this, who knows if it’ll pressure you to agree? That’s the last thing they want), you allow them to continue. And they do.
“Would you like to take it further?”
You nod, looking away as you do so.
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Now — with your permission — they take off your clothes, starting with your outerwear.
At every new article of clothing, they ask, they ask again and again until all that’s left are your undergarments.
They kiss your shoulder, their arms wrapping around your waist.
It’s shameful to admit this to themselves, but they’re already aroused by seeing you like this. But they’re no animal, they don’t pounce at you like a beast.
“Would you like to take off my clothes,” they ask.
“I… I’d like to do that,” you respond.
And you do so, starting from their outerwear. Every touch of your hand against their skin makes them feel warm, it makes their guard relax more and more until their body is practically weak against you; their face leans against the crook of your neck, their lips warm against your throat as they kiss your skin.
They’ll make this evening memorable for you, they promise. Whatever you want, just tell them. You don’t need to put in any work, let him take care of it.
You’ll do that for them, will you? Tell them what you want, tell them what you don’t want, tell them whatever you want, and they’ll ensure your comfort.
you were bothering scara’s studies, but he flipped the tables on you.
cw: library smut, public humilation, degradation, praising, grinding, orgasm denial, inappropriate use of book
honestly, you had no idea how it ended up like this.
one moment you were at the akademiya studying for your midterm, when you spot scara all the way in the corner by his lonesome.
true, you probably shouldve left him to his studies and focused on your own, but you rarely ever come by him.
no less in the akademiya’s library.
and so, yes, you bothered him a little. teased him for a bit.
but hardly enough to warrant this!
“thought you wanted to play around? dont chicken out now.” you can hear the smirk in his voice.
he has your head pinned to the desk with his hand, the other holding a book to your cunt.
you’re panting loudly and he hasnt even done anything yet. still, you can feel your juicing slide down your thighs.
“scara- im sor-“
before you could finish your sentence, he removes the book from your throbbing pussy and smacks it against your ass.
you let out a yelp at the pain.
you should probably be worries someone mightve heard it and come over, but fuck did it sting so good.
his grip on your hair tightens, pulling you up slightly, your head hovering above the table.
“did i fucking tell you to open your mouth?” he spits out. “now fucking grind like the attention seeking whore you are.”
he places the book back in between your legs, your legs clench at the applied pressure, then you slowly start to move back and forth, spreading your slick across the spine of the book.
“thats it.. put a show on for me.” he chuckles, eyes fixed on your cunt.
that gets a moan out of you as you move faster, the edge of the spine nudging on your clit every now and then, sending a burst of pleasure through you, encouraging you to speed up.
this is so humiliating, yet you cant bring yourself to put a stop to it. with every brush against your pussy, the need to cum takes over everything else. the feeling of being watched by him turning you on even more.
moans start filling up the corner you two are holed up in, though you kept it low enough so others wouldnt hear.
your knees grow weak as they bend, the table being the only thing holding you up as you continue to ride the book he was holding against you, the squelching sounds adding to your pleasure.
“you come here trying to play fucking games and cant even keep me entertained for a minute? who the fuck do you think you are, huh?” he whispers in your ear, his chest flush against your back.
then, he tilts the book at an angle, causing it to hit the underside of your clit. you let out a needy moan, feeling your orgasm building up as you grind ecstatically. you feel your ass bounce as you move.
“shit-ffuck.. im gonna..” you choke out.
suddenly, the book is pulled away from your wet mess with a chuckle.
“no!” you cry out, “no, please! i wanna cum, i wanna cum so bad!” you beg as your hips move back, trying to chase the pleasure.
he smacks your ass, with his hand this time, making you jump.
“thats not how this works. you cum if i say you can cum.”
you turn your head back to look at him, tears welling up from your stolen orgasm, a pout on your face.
you see him observing the book, you flush when you spot your juices coating the spine.
“look at this mess. pathetic. getting this horny over a mere book.”
he brings it back to your heat. this time however, he moves the hand in your hair to grip the back of your knee, lifting it upwards, leaving your pussy on display for him as he starts moving the book against you.
you gasp, his pace harsh and unforgiving.
you slam your head onto the table, your back arched, grinding back against it.
“look at this fucking pussy. all red and needy.”
you moan as his pace grows rapid, the sound of your wetness echoing back for you to hear.
your eyes roll back as he focuses on your clit, stimulating it with the edge of the book.
“shit! right there! oh fuck-!”
you were so close, but you knew he wouldnt let you cum without his permission.
“pl-please— please can- can i cum?” you manage to pant out.
he leans down slightly to look at you, his pace not letting up.
“oh, you wanna cum?” he feigns ignorance. “well then c’mon. show me how badly you want it.”
he stops all movement, leaving you to do the rest of the work, and you dont hesitate for a second.
you start grinding once more, your ass clapping at the speed your going at, not nearly as fast as scara, but enough to have your arms gripping the end of the table.
scara gets down to his haunches to get a better view, smirk still plastered on his face.
“ungh— oh— fuck me, shit.. im gonna cum, im gonna cum!”
“fuck yeah, let it out for me.” scara says from below, spreading your lips.
quickly covering your mouth, you let out a loud moan as you cum.
once he sees your hips stuttering, he takes over, helping you ride out your orgasm. your legs shake, completely giving out. you let your body be taken over by the wave of pleasure, drool coating your lips.
“good fuckin’ girl, thats it.” he says watching your pussy pulse, he was enjoying this much more than he thought he would. watching you cunt drip onto the floor was the hottest thing he’d seen.
unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
for now, at least.
you slump against against the table once your orgasm passes. your body is sweaty, your eyelids heavy.
you feel him behind you, hand on your back, moving his finger back and forth.
“maybe taking a break from studying isnt all bad.” he starts, “next time, lets do it somewhere a bit more.. private.”
🎀 - private classes, lacy panties and strawberry prints.
summary: your mother and your father trusted coriolanus snow with their lives, especially seeing how good your grades have gotten. but of course, the way he made you pay attention to what you were learning was a secret.
content warning: oral recieving (f.), fem reader, squirting, mentions to a blowjob, thigh riding, snow teasing you both sexually and verbally, dirty talk, smut, p in v, nsfw (mdni), dom snow, sub reader, creampie.
w.c: 2.083
first things first, you need to remind how coriolanus snow, heir of the snow name and everything that came to it, was now sitting between your legs, kneeling while his fingers teased your pussy through your panties.
on the dinner your father held to celebrate the development of his business growing up and being praised by the current president of Panem, your mother was in charge of the guest list, so of course she invited the Snow family, his cousin and his grandma'am.
you didn't expect it, but you should have expected that she would embarass you like this in front of your classmate.
"coriolanus, you're such a peach! i can't believe such a smart handsome young man like that still exists." you looked at her, lip syncing for her to stop, she didn't even bat an eye at you.
"i'm flattered, truly. but i'm sure i'm not the only one on the capitol with good manners." he said, smiling kindly at your mother. god, if he knew how your heart beat stronger when you saw this smile of his, you'd be damned. "your daughter, for exemple, is the sweetest girl i've ever had the pleasure to speak to. even though we only talked today." he said, the glass of posca on his hand travelling all the way to his lips but you could see how small his sip was.
"oh don't praise her too much, her grades are not as sweet as she is." she laughed, and you swear to god you preferred to die than to listen to that talk. "perhaps you could teach her a bit? i'd be glad to pay you."
"mom!" you called out, turning to him and shaking your hands "don't listen to her, please. truly, i don't want to bother you."
"non-sense, i'd be glad to teach you. and it would be even better actually, i'd have the chance to review the content of our classes." he smiled sweetly to you, and you thought you could melt right away from how shaky your legs were. "when can we start?"
he asked you, not your mother. you. and for the first time you felt seen, you felt like your opinion mattered.
"tomorrow, eight p.m..?" you asked, your eyes felt so wide looking at him, and he laughed, nodding positively.
"i'll see you at the library, don't be late." he patted your head. it was a swift move, and you blinked rapidly as you saw him walk away.
so, now, on your first class together, snow kissed you deeply, his hand gripping hard on your waist as you kissed him back. you didn't even know how it came to that by this point, but right now, it was the fifth library study meeting you had with him and the teasing he was making you pass through was too torturing.
"tell me, dear. what's the answer?" he asked, kissing your inner thighs and making your body shiver.
"i-i don't... i-i can't think straight like that, coryo, i-" he sucked on the fabric of your wet panties, your body jolting as his lips made contact with your sensitive clit, sucking on it and letting it go with a delicious wet pop sound.
"you can do better than that, c'mon. what's the answer, dove?" he licked you entirely, from your cunt to your clit, right through your panties. "you know you're not dumb, you just need to think harder."
"i-i know, i just- ah-" you moaned a bit when he pulled your panties aside, blowing on your clit and chuckling at how wet you were. so sweet, so pretty, he couldn't help but suck on your cunt.
"you're so sensitive, you just need to answer me and i'll let you cum, c'mon." he rubbed your clit a bit, slowly, your tears appearing as you sobbed a bit. "how many people Panem have in it's entirety?"
"3.5 m..million, coryo." you moaned out, thrusting your hips forward. it was too brain-mushing. you were looking so dumb and he didn’t even touched you directly- only his tongue.
"wrong, dear." he smiled to your despair, his lips kissing your clit before he sat by your side, pulling you to sit on his thigh with your back turned to him. "it's 4.5 million. c'mon, you knew it."
his hands found your waist pretty quickly, guiding you to ride his thigh back and forth, his kisses on your neck made you pout at the whole thing. he was such a tease.
"another question, if you get it right, i have a reward to you, okay?" you nodded submissively while he pinched your nipple, you didn't recall when but his hand slyly travelled to your boob through inside your blouse. "how many districts panem originally had?"
it was terrible. your pussy was grinding on his thigh like you were a bitch in heat, his pants were getting damped by you and you were oh so sensible it seemed like a joke.
"t-thirteen." you answered, and he smiled proudly, giving your clit a light slap which made you jolt violently. he sat you prettily on the desk, pulling his cock out.
"see? when you want to do get something right, you can. you just have to desire it." he said, passing his tip through your smooth wet pussy, his dick getting coated with your juices. "now, let's do some more to see if you got it right, okay?"
"mhm." you hummed, lips red and glossy, a result of the overstimulation you were recieving.
"good girl. now, how long did panem exist before the dark days?" he asked, kisses being placed on your neck.
"i-i don't know- i... uh, t..twenty years?" you attempted, only to be answered with his cock slapping your pussy, making you mewl.
"god, you're such a whiny baby. it's okay, i'll teach you that later. want to try another question?" he asked you, his tip teasing your hole. you nodded frantically. "good. now, why does the hunger games exists?"
"i-it's a punishment to the districts- because of the rebellion. a-and the rebellion is the motive to why d..district 13 don't exists anymore." he kissed you, smiling at you while pushing his dick inside, making you melt away any kind of inteligence you still had.
"god, you're so tight-" he moaned, thrusting slowly into you. the slowest he was, the more you cried, begging and sobbing for release, trying to move your hips on his dick. "shh, calm down, dove. it's just a few seconds and we'll be all good to go, okay?" he smiled when you nodded, pathetic. "such a good bitch. i'll let you suck my dick later."
your eyes seemed to shine at it, your mouth felt like drooling. "t-truly?"
"uhum. you've been such a good girl, let's make this your reward, okay?" you nodded frantically.
"t-thank you." and he thrusted faster into you, his rhythm quickening up more and more to the point your breasts were bouncing and he couldn't help but suck on them, his mouth messily sucking your nipples and fondling them kindly.
"you're so good to me, i can't help myself around you knowing your pussy feels so good on my cock." he growled, lips brushing on your as he spoke, kissing you messily while you moaned into the kiss, your pussy squeezing on him and milking his cock. "you're already cumming? god you're so desperate." he chuckled, pulling out of you while you cried out, your pussy clenching, missing his dick.
however, your leg was on his shoulder already, while his mouth sucked your pussy just as eagerly as you wanted to suck his dick, your scent filling his senses while he nipped lightly on your clit making you grip on his hair, your warm gummy walls squeezing his two fingers into you, but of course, two fingers weren't the same as his dick.
but, to your pleasure, he had the perfect fingers to your pussy, thrusting them quickly on your pussy while you melt away, calling his name, trying to warn him.
"c-coryo, coryo! p-please- g-god, stop! stop! i-i n-need to pee- i-" he smiled on your cunt, you were so innocent sometimes, how could you not know that this was just your body wanting to squirt?
he opened his mouth, sucking more of you on him, you moaned and cried out, squirting on his mouth as he smiled at you.
"i-i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i didn't want to-" he pecked a kiss on your lips, chuckling as you licked it, tasting yourself.
"that's a squirt, baby. that's not piss." he said, putting his cock inside of your overstimulated pussy, filling you entirely. "you should've seen your face, so cute."
"t-that's not funny" you said, nails scratching his shoulders and neck while he thrusted faster into you.
"yes, it is. you looked like a whore, you know?" he kissed your temple, licking the tears on your cheek. "all needy and wet for my dick. as if i haven't fucked you yesterday too."
"'s because y-you're too mean!"
"mean? me? and how is it?" he thrusted faster, pinching your nipples and making you mewl your cries out.
"y-you're always teasing me, a-and your fingers, t-they're always teasing my pussy too. you know it!"
"i know." he chuckled. "i can't help it. you're always so pretty and dolled up for me, you can't blame me for fucking you when your pussy is milking my cock like that." he said, nibbling on your nipple.
"c-coryo, i-i think i'm gonna cum again" you warned, but he didn’t care, and even when you did cum, he kept going until his balls twitched, his cum filling you up while your eyes were squeezed shut and your mouth was all red from all the times you bit your bottom lip.
"god, such a pretty bitch." he whispered, making you shiver while he pulled alway and dressed you on your pathetic panties again. "you're gonna sleep with my cum inside you, okay? i want you to."
you nodded in a pathetically submissive way, too dumb to contest.
"dear! dear, y/n's report card is here!" your mother yelled to your father, making you mewl in discontempt as you got out of your room with coryo, who had to stop mid way to get your hair brushed by his fingers and quickly straight your clothes.
"oh my.." your father seemed surprise as he analysed your grades. proud, even. since he always seemed too unhappy with your grades.
"what is it?" your mother asked, looking over his shoulder.
"her grades are much better than ever, great heavens, i can't believe it. it's almost a miracle!" your father said, smiling proudly. "dear, i'll let you have your credit card back, you can buy whatever you want okay? daddy will buy your favorite cake later." he said, patting your head and turning to coryo. "boy, i need to thank you, how can i ever repay you?"
"you don't need to, sir. i'm glad to help your daughter anyway." he said, smiling as your father patted his shoulder. "i can keep on helping her if it is of your liking."
"yes, please. it would be incredible if you did." your father said, giving your report card to your mother, who squealed happily while hugging you and saying something about framing your report card in a gold rosé frame. "but i may ask, coryo.."
"yes?" he asked.
"how did you get her to memorize it? we hired the best particular teachers in the capitol and she never improved. how did you do it?" your father asked.
"ah... it is just a particular studying method i invented. i'm afraid it is a secret, sir." coriolanus laugh filled your ears, and you wanted to laugh too, but you licked your lips only, tasting his dick on your lips.
"i understand it. please keep doing the good job. i'm glad you're teaching my daughter." your father said, giving you two permission to go back to fucking studying.
when you arrived to your room, coryo locked the door and you immediatly dropped to your knees, unbuckling his pants as you salivated eagerly for him.
"i'm proud of you, dove." he smiled, caressing your hair as you smiled too, his cock slapping your face a bit once it got out of it's confines, but you didn’t care, next thing you knew was that your head was bobbing on his cock and your panties were fulfilled by the time he left.
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — yandere men who'd tie up someone and fuck you infront of them if they jealous. Gosh, the fucking audacity. How dare that fucker look at you in a wrong way? it's as if his hand on your waist and the way he clings to you isn't enough. Your head pushed into the pillow, your ass up in the air as he fucks you to next week, his other hand gripping into your waist. Ouch, that would leave marks.
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ— The bound stranger struggles to get out of the chair, screams muffled. Loud moans echoing in the room, your ass red from the spankings, it hurts! Well, who cares, at this point you can only think about how well his cock slides in n out of you, stretching you out, hittin' all your good spots. The lewd sight, full on display for that unfortunate man :(
“Such a stupid slut, gettin' off of this, do you like this? gettin' fucked in front of someone? tsk, can't even keep quiet like a good girl,”
Oh, well what happens to the guy after that is a mystery! :3
