$ log - you've found dean winchester, tipsy and hazy, disturbing your bed. you just had to teach him a small lesson of using other people's stuff without permission.
$ warn --nsfw --dubcon(heavy) --older!amab!reader --dom!top!reader --mean!dbf!reader --afab!dean --sub!bot!dean --age-gap(older man/younger man) --somno --intox(alc, hinted) --positions(doggy, sideways) --p-in-v -clit-play --impact-play(mild) --degradation
$ cd masterlist / dean-winchester
$ vi off-limits (related fic)
# authors-note = having lots of dean thoughts lately. my clit is throbbing.
# note = dad's bsf!reader, but like you're bobby's bsf here.
the dim glow of your desk lamp finally flickered off as you closed your research texts, your eyes stinging from hours of studying ancient lore.
something felt off as your approached your room. the door was cracked open just enough to reveal a silhouette beneath your sheets. you froze, suspicion warring with curiosity. when you pushed the door wider, you saw him.
dean was sprawled across your mattress, smelling faintly of cheap whiskey.
instead of waking him up outright, you climbed onto the mattress, your weight causing the springs to creak softly. your palms slid over the warmth of his shoulders, down to the dip of his waist.
you leaned to press your lips against his ear, "dean? still awake, sport? or did'ya just stumble into the wrong bed?"
he stirred weakly, a groan escaping his throat as he tried to blink away the alcohol-induced fog.
"fuck, shit I thought —" he paused, the realisation dawning on him through the haze "bobby's gonna kill me — m'sorry, I just —" his voice trailed off into a embarrassed whimper as your hands slid lower to the waistband of his boxers. "wait, what are you —"
"shh, stay till, let me decide what to do with you." you cut him off, feeling the heat of his shame mingling with the obvious arousal spreading through his body.
when you asked if he'd let you take what you wanted, he didn't fight; he simple mumbled a broken agreement. "whatever you want, fuck, please, need'ya —"
how endearing, brave champ's still a desperate mess for you.
satisfied, you pulled back to reach for the nightstand. your fingers found the bottle of lube, plastic cool against your palm as you slicked your cock. then, you hooked one of his legs at an angle, positioning your tip at his pussy.
you expected the usual resistance, the instinctive clenching of muscles against your larger self, but instead, you met something far more telling.
"god, you're loose," you hissed against his ear, as you pushed forwards, feeling the unmistakable ease that wasn't just your lube. "had some fun at the bar, hm? easy little thing like you couldn't resist, hm?"
dean let out a whimper, "no, no, no, it wasn't like that —" his protest was weak, crumbling as you drove deeper, sliding through that suspicious, pre-existing wetness with terrifying ease. "jus' you — always you —" but even as he mumbled his denials, the way his body yielded spoke volumes.
"liar," you whispered, teeth grazing his earlobe, "tell me the truth, who fucked you before you came crawling back here?"
"nobody — fuck, please," he groaned, but as you ground your pelvis against his ass, his resistance shattered. "okay — okay, fine. just some guy at the bar, he bought me drinks — i didn't mean to —" his confession was punctuated by broken sobs as you fucked him, your pace shifting from languid to demanding.
the moment you shift your hand from his hip to his clit, dean's entire body jolted. you didn't continue fucking him harder, instead you kept your cock buried deep, letting the girthy weight stretch his pussy while you focused entirely on his pleasure.
your thick fingers moved with a devastating precision that no random strange at a bar could ever hope to replicate.
you thumbed the sensitive bud with deliberate pressure, rolling it between your pad and the tip of your finger, before sliding one nail beneath the hood to find the nerve endings that made him shriek.
"they always miss out on this part, huh?" you cooed, voice a velvet caress lace with cruelty.
you could feel his pussy spasming around your cock as you increased the intensity, pinching the swollen flesh just enough to make him whimper in shock. "just had to come back to me? know i'd do you right, hm?"
dean's response was nothing more than a series of broken, high pitched whines
"nnh, fuck — please, I can't —" his voice broke off into a desperate gasp as you increased the tempo, your thumb working in rapid, punishing circles while your cock remained buried impossibly deep, filling every inch of his overstimulated space.
soon enough he's orgasming around you, pussy constricting your cock too tightly as he came.
"that's it, attaboy, s'good for me," you murmured against his sweat slicked nape, feeling your own climax strained, but you kept your composure.
as his breathing came in ragged gasps, and his body began to sag into the mattress, you asked, "but tell me something before you drift off — did he cum inside ya?"
dean's head rolled back, his eyes unfocused and glassy. "I — I don't —"
"i asked you a question, dean," you repeated with a low purr. then, you reached down and pinched his clit harshly, the sharp sting cutting through his messed stupor. his hips jerked involuntarily at the shock, "did he cum inside you?"
"no, fuck no," he whined, as he struggled to stay conscious through the haze of pleasure and pain. "he just — he just came on my back — fuck, please —"
his confession was pathetic, a broken admission that he'd been used as nothing more than a convenient outlet.
"oh, poor little thing," you cooed with sticky condescending sweetness, nipping his ear, "just got used like some cheap toy, huh? left you all messy and desperate enough to crawl into my bed." you let out a soft, mocking laugh that vibrated against his skin.
you didn't give him time to process the humiliation, shifting your weight you gripped his hips with an anchoring force, starting to fuck him with renewed intensity. no longer languid, more intentional. the slickness from his earlier encounter and his own involuntary release made every penetration effortless.
fuck, you could get used to this.
"gah, fuck — ahh — please, s'too much, please, please — " dean's moans were broken and desperate, just laying their pliant for your taking.
your teeth sank into the tendon of his shoulder as you accelerated, hissing, "c'mon sport, show me how much you missed this."
"ah! fuck!" his voice broken into a high, keening wail as you bottomed out repeatedly, pre cum spurting out.
with one final, bone deep thrust, you let out a gravelly moan as you reached your breaking point, pumping wave after wave of hot cum deep into his aching pussy.
you didn't pull away; instead, you remained firmly planted, using your cock to plug him up, ensuring every drop of you stayed trapped inside his milking walls. a dark, satisfied chuckle rumbled in your chest as you felt the heat of you pooling within him, your weight pressing him meanly down into the mattress.
"there we go," you whispered against his sweat slicked nape, your voice thick with triumph as you felt his body gradually relax beneath your claim. "now you're fucked properly, dean. no more wandering off to strangers."
$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hisokamywaifu @sb-bitch @infinictus
Hii I just wanted to ask it you could do an Omega verse shoto x reader fiction where beta shoto gets turned into an Omega by Enigma reader and shoto goes into heat and he is stealing reader's clothes (that boy is NOT sneaky) to make a best with them and reader gets fed up with it so they'd go to confront shoto and then they find him in his nest in heat and they do it (shoto and reader both like each other and after reader gets his heat to calm down they ask if they can court him.)
. courting shoto todoroki
Whole secondary gender shit was such a non issue to shoto, seeing as he was a beta, he was never interested in anyone. alphas didn’t go for betas typically, he never had a need for anything omegas did.
that was till you came along. you being the first enigma he’s ever met, he was slightly curious about you but nothing too crazy. something about him made you giggle though, just couldn’t stop thinking about him. he was so quiet and small to you, he was just so ordinary.
you forced him to become your friend, hanging around him often and talking just to talk. he didn’t care all that much actually, he liked talking to you, you were very mature. he started to experience things he never did when he was around you.
he got whiffs of … scents.? smell of cigarette and cinnamon whenever he was near you. the smell was addictive. could imagine living with your scent always infiltrating his nose. but why now?
he began to feel warm around you, as if he needed something from you and it slightly freaked him out so he distanced himself but, you’re hard to get rid of. it’s fine he’ll ignore it, probably nothing.
your clothes started to go missing whenever he’d come by, you didn’t notice till a good amount of your shirts and sweats were gone, was your little friend a thief?? you felt a bit weird asking him so you never did but it got to a point where your expensive shit that you wore often went missing.
you built up the courage and went to see him, but he didn’t answer when you knocked on his door. you looking around before trying the doorknob and— oh its open
you slowly walk over to his room, ignoring the unfamiliar scent in his home. you’re just going to check if he has them in his room and take it, i mean it’s your clothes what could he want with it…….
you walk in and see a nest in the corner of his room, a sweet soft smell hitting you the second you realized shoto’s cuddled up with your clothes in the nest. “sho……you okay..?” you cover your nose but it’s already making you act up, your own smell taking over the room.
he shakily stands up, his legs trembling, he takes a step towards you and you take a step back with a gulp. “how are you in… um heat” you’re plotting to close him in the bedroom and run away, you might do something you’ll regret later. before you could even finish your thought he stomps over to you and kisses you eagerly. you try to pry him off you but you melted into the kiss soo easily.
despite everything in you wanting to roughhouse him and claim him as yours, you understood you were probably his first everything at this point.
slowly fingering his already dripping hole, lapping at his twitchy cock, making him a whinier mess. you stroke yourself a bit, getting off to his beautiful noises, his smaller hands entangled into your hair.
“yn..?” you look up at him and he spreads his pulsing hole. you’re quick to get up and align yourself to him, risking it and doing it no condom. you slowly push it, paying close attention to his face, he gasps and shakes underneath you. “..big..!” he furrows his brows. you stop and caress his cheeks and hands, soothing him as you quietly apologize.
“it’s okay, sho.. i’ll be gentle, ok?” you reassure, he nods kissing you gently and moaning into your mouth when you slip deep inside him.
so gentle with him, stroking him as you thrust slowly. feels like your edging yourself, you’re kissing his neck and jaw, sharp teeth grazing his soft pale skin. “i’ll…go a bit quicker…mhm..?” you whisper into his ear, he hums back and you set a quicker pace. his tummy turns and he gets louder, clawing your back as you get rougher, pounding deeper into his sensitive insides. “s-slow..!” he says shakily, jolting when you hug his smaller body and repeat small sorry’s into him.
he whimpers feelings himself finish on his tummy, crying at the overstimulation you give trying to chase after your own high. with a final thrust your finish inside him. he passes out after feeling you knot him, you curse as you realize and get into a more comfortable spot waiting for the knot to go down.
★Loser Rodrick x Popular, slight possessive male reader★
As far as Rodrick knew, he was absolutely sure he was into women!!
Flirting with girls, having girlfriends, the occasional summer fling or school crush, plus the celebrity crush.
So why was he so different when he was around M/N? M/N was a guy! It wasn’t… normal, right?? Well, Rodricks parents were out of town and he decided to throw a house party!
He invited everyone in the school without checking who he invited, that included you. Ugh, he was so doomed.
He saw you at his house at the party. Music, snacks, drinks, games…Rodrick went up to you, standing besides you with a soda in a red solo cup with his eyeliner on, his elbow on a nearby counter as he started to attempt to small talk.
“How are you still single? You’re pretty handsome.” Rodrick attempted to flirt and failed a bit as you raise an eyebrow, a sheepish laugh escaping him and mentally cursing himself.
"W-What I was trying to say is uh, want to grab a drink with me, m/n?" Rodrick looks away and to the drinks table.
"Sure, I was going to get one anyways" You respond, putting your phone away and following him.
Rodrick is busy making a drink for you, turning his back. You can't help but notice his weird attempts to get closer to you this past week. He always made time to talk to you or insist that he'd be the one to help you practice the guitar. Well, it's cute, and it makes you wonder what he's going to do next.
"Here, I hope you like it" Rodrick looks away and grips his cup a bit, he visibly waits for you to try the drink out. "Well? Do you like it? I played around with the best tasting alcohol-"
"Hm...Rodrick...Do you like me?" You stare straight at him, raising an eyebrow and smirking a bit. You move closer to him, towering over him in height (he was a bit short in comparison)
Rodrick stammers and fidgets with his cup loudly, "What!? Like you??" Rodrick nervously scoffs "As if I'd like someone as snobby as you, and I'm not even in to dudes anyway, that's just not how I swing man-"
You huff and grab his hand firmly "Who do you think you're calling snobby? And don't even try to lie to me, I've seen you checking me out any chance those messy eyes of yours get"
"Checking you out when there's nothing to look at? Don't make me laugh, how can I like you?"Rodrick snaps back.
Now he's gone and said it, he needs to shut up.
Well you see, m/n is very insecure of his body even though for being averagely built.
You grab him by the waist and kiss him in the heat of the moment. Rodrick stops breathing for a second and gasps into your mouth.
You do everything in the book, biting his lip, gripping his waist and feeling him up. In his kitchen. In his kitchen were people can see. Near the damn drinks.
Rodrick does what any straight bisexual person does, stop the kiss, right? Well that's what he should've done to save his "reputation". He melts into the kiss and starts kissing you back but more desperately.
"Hhnn..I love you so much,m/n..."
You pause and after a few seconds he pauses too.
You break the kiss but your grip on his waist doesn't loosen up one bit."I-Is that true? Do you..actually love me?" You look at him all does eyed and he flushed up.
"Of course not! It's not like...." Rodrick looks down and clenches his fists, and unclenches it. "I do like you, ever since we were kids"
"And it's okay if you say no"
"I just want to see you happy m/n, with the woman you love."
Rodrick turns his head away but you force it back to face you. "Rodrick, I like you too" You still look at him with those does eyes. "Please, don't say something like that. I want to be happy... With you. I want to be with you"
You kiss him again and lift him on the counter, making some people glance at him but they just look away.
"A-Are we really going to do this m/n?"Rodrick breathlessly says.
"Let's just go to my room"
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Rodrick nervously straddles your bare waist, too embarrassed to take his one shirt off cause of his stupid skull tat he got while drunk with his stupid friends.
"I want to see you" You mindlessly tug at his shirt. "I want to see every inch of you I'm going to take"
Rodrick blushes and scoffs "shut up and just put it in already" he slightly grinds against your cock with rips a light groan out of you.
You smirk slyly "if that's what my baby wants...." You coo at him while slowly tracing his abdomen.
You thrust up into Rodrick experimentally, which causes him to groan loudly. "Don't be shy to make noise, you made the music unbearably loud after all."
Rodrick impatiently rocks his hip against yours to try to chase that feeling of you moving in him. "M...M/nnn..."
You just watch him try to move on you on his own, you tut and thrust into him yourself at a steady pace. Which causes him to whimper a bit.
"You're so perfect..mine..and only mine" You lowly say. "You'll be filled so good, I'll ruin you for anyone else"
"M-M/nnn...!" Rodrick whines your name out as you start to move faster "More..."
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"m/n please...!" Rodrick cries out as this is the third time you denied his orgasm, his eyes filling with tears as he ruins his eyeliner and arches when you hit his prostate again mercilessly.
M/n leans down a bit and slows his thrusts down a bit, which makes Rodrick sob, feeling Rodrick walls pulsate around him. "It's okay baby," you plant a kiss on his forehead, "you're doing so good for me..."
Rodrick let's out a whine as M/n picks up the pace again, his eyes rolling into his head. Moaning loudly at every deep thrust m/n makes.
One of M/ns thrusts particularly made Rodrick let out a pathetic chocked sob and he buries his head into your shoulder to muffle his sounds as he spills all over himself.
Rodrick let's out a shaky gasp as m/n keeps on going, letting out more pathetic moans, his walls trembling and gripping onto m/n.
"M/n stop...i c-can't come anyMORE..!" Rodrick let's out a loud cry as m/n starts targeting his prostate while picking up the past.
"You're doing so good, good boy...." You thrust one last time, finally coating Rodricks walls with your come. You pull out and cuddle Rodrick.
"T-That felt amazing...we have to do that again sometime,m/n.."
"Yeah,yeah. Not after I make you my boyfriend first,Rodrick"
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Okayyy so I'm definitely writing for Light yagami next 😚
$ log - bending steve rogers over his desk to teach him a lesson on writing proper, professional mission reports, since he clearly couldn't do it right!
$ warn --nsfw --mean!amab!reader --dom!top!reader --sub!bot!steve --begging --degradation --impact-play(spanking) --orgasm-control(edging) --positions(doggy) --anal --office-sex
$ cd masterlist / steve-rogers
you had steve bent double over his own desk, broad shoulders trembling as you thrusted into him, punishing force. one hand was clamped cruelly on his waist, while your other hand casually held the printed mission report, skimming the lines of his failure.
"incompetent," you scoffed, "can't hold a perimeter without losing sight of the flank. this report is as sloppy as your lead during the recon. and i'm to blame?"
steve let out a broken groan, eyes unfocused as he stared at his desktop monitor. his hands trembled, fingers slipping on the keys as he tries to correct the errors you were mocking.
you leaned forwards, your chest pressing against his back — which coincidentally lodged your cock even deeper into his tight arse. the sudden deep intrusion made steve cry out, high-pitched, strangled.
his fingers jerked on the keyboard, sending a string of random characters across the screen.
"i think you're missing a semicolon there," you chuckle, your free hand dropping to thumb his nipple with a bruising pressure.
"god, please," steve gasped, eyes water as he stared at the monitor to find the cursor through his hazed pleasure. "i'll fix it, just — fuck, please — harder —"
"too formal," you scoffed, reading the second paragraph, "tone's far too stiff for a report, stevie. reads more like a damn textbook than a log."
smack!
you delivered a stinging slap to america's fine arse, making him jolt too violently that his forehead nearly hit the screen. "watch your typing, captain. a mistake in the syntax and you're getting another one."
"i'm trying — s'too much, oh god," steve sobbed, his voice a slurred mess. tears of pure sensory overload leaked from the corners of his eyes, as he stared at the screen. his vision was swimming; he was being fucked dumb.
his brain was turning to mush under the relentless, heavy thrusts that kept him hovering on the mean edge of an orgasm he wasn't allowed to reach.
every time he tried to focus on the cursor, you'd drive into him with a sickening squelch, churning through the mess of your previous releases already coating his insides.
"there's an error in the third sentence — 'deployment' is spelt wrong. steve, are you really that distracted?"
smack!
another harsh palm landed on his backside, making him let out an undignified yelp. his fingers danced clumsily over the keys, hitting 'delete' far too many times as he struggled to regain his composure.
"i'm sorry — god, please — just one minute of peace —" he was begging desperately, voice cracking with the frustration of being kept on the edge, his ignored cock twitching and leaking uselessly past his desk. you held him there, practically buried to the hilt.
"peace is for people who get their work done right, steve." you countered, your voice dropping to a predatory growl. he whimpered at your words, eyes rolling back at your prodding tip. "you're far from deserving of that."
you pat his reddening arse —soft but it stung lightly — "chop, chop, get on with the third paragraph now."
$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @froggibus
Can you write bratty Gojo (who grew up as a rich kid and got spoiled by everyone around him) who maxed out his allowance card (that reader gave him) in one day so reader punishes him ☝🏻They’re like married and reader is usually obsessed with him in this quiet, controlled way yk? 😓
. brat taming satoru gojo
you walk into the dining room where your beautiful white hair blue eyed husband sat, eating some toast. you place a heavy card in front of him and slide it towards him.
“here,” you say quietly, he beams in excitement and grabs the card, launching at you in a tight hug. “thank youuu!!” he squeals as you smile and pet his hair.
“spend it wisely, kay? you won’t get another cent till next month.” he nods and hops out his chair.
yes, you give your husband a monthly allowance of thousands and thousands of dollars. he’s beautiful and so precious to you, he deserves it. recently though, you’ve been trying to make him save some money and not have it all gone by the end of the month. you’ve told him countless times.
and though he never listens, you don’t say anything. because you love him, and he gets whateverrr he wants.
a week goes by and you’ve gotten a message from your beloved husband… requesting a band???? you check the account and he’s completely spend it all. in a week. you’re irritated, and ignore his message.
the day goes by slow, you’re about to leave work and check your phone again. he’s texted you hundred times requesting and begging you to send him more money.
you get home tired and the first thing you hear… “YN. why haven’t you responded to my messages!!!!! i was having an emergency!” he whined in your ear as you sighed putting your stuff down and loosening your tie.
“why’re you ignoring me!??! hellloo?!” you furrow your brows trying to drown out the noise. it’s getting so annoying…
“YN!!—“
“i’ve told you many times to spend your money wisely, how could you have already spent all that money i gave you!?” he’s taken aback, you don’t raise your voice at him ever..
“sssooo? you can put more can’t you?” he rolls his eyes. you walk past him into the bedroom and take your tie off. “i wanted to buy this necklace i found, super cute but sooo expensive…….. and you put less than you did last time!!!”
“i work really hard, and not for you to just trash the money i give you.” you glare. “and you’ll just never learn, hm.?”
he scoffs and mutters softly about getting someone else to pay for his necklace. you snap towards him and pull his by the back of his shirt and hold onto his jaw tightly. “you’ll learn today.”
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Satoru’s face down on the bed with his ass up, a plug inside him and a cockring around his dick. he’s shaking and whimpering tiredly, his hands are tied together and legs spread wide.
on the other side of the room you’re sat at your desk, continuing some work. it’s been almost 20 minutes, he’s getting whinier as the time goes by. you walk over to the kitchen to get some water and come back to check on him, pulling the cloth out his mouth. “yn..! i’m sorry please i won’t ask for money anymore..!!”
you sit him up and make him drink some water, he stares up at you with big pleading eyes. you falter and tug at the plug and watch him fall apart, cock twitching ACHING to release.
you pity him and slide the ring off of him, he’s watching you so attentively as he’s never seen this side of you. you’ve always an obedient loving husband to him, and maybe he took advantage of that… but he didn’t expect this.
“you understand why i was frustrated, right, honey..?” you say stroking his face, “you just don’t listen…” you follow up threatening to put the ring back on his shaft.
“n..no..! i understand! i’ll behave..please just don’t…” he cuddles up to you, rubbing himself on you. you stand up and take the plug out of him earning a small huff. “what’d you learn?” you ruffle his hair.
“can’t ask others to… pay my stuff..” he watches you carefully. you smile softly rubbing his chin, he slowly smiles back and lets out a nervous chuckle. “..smart boy…”
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he’s gripping onto your thighs as you pound into him like never before, your hand firmly wrapped around his neck as your chest is pressed up against his back. he’s coughing as your grip tightens and he whines, tears running down his pretty face, his pretty hole unused to being treated so harshly.
“cmon, satoru.. try that again.” loosening your grip on his throat, he coughs and whines. “s-spend money….w..wislee..” he says weakly, bringing his hands up your wrist.
“good job, hon. wanna cum?” you grin kissing his neck, leaving a small bruise. he nodded frantically, smiling in relief. you bend him over and place both hands on his hips setting a rough pace, bottoming out.
he’s moaning, shaking with every thrust, whining your name as he gets closer. cursing as he makes a mess on the bed, smiling at the feeling of being pumped with your seed.
you never pull out. instead you have him cockwarm you as you finish up your work, quietly lecturing him about how you must work hard for money. he’s on the brink of passing out, humming at every word you say.
he keeps his allowance but he does spend it a bit wiser. though he can’t stop dreaming of you abusing his insides, playing so rough with him. maybeeeee he’ll misbehave a bit….
Aged up Yuji and reader are stuck on a crowded train and Yuji gets horny presshis ass against them now they have to have sex while trying to act normal
. fucking yuuji on a train
“ack uh— sorry sorry..!!” yuji apologizes as he’s pushed up against you as more people load the train. yall are chest to chest, he’s sooo awkward. “sorry uh people are pushing ya know…” he says trying to kill the weird mood.
“it’s okay yu, i know” you say backing up a bit more to make some space. he smiles but feels the person behind him nudging him a bit, he groans in annoyance. another nudge and he whips around to tell the guy to cut it out.
“dude can’t you see we’re already squished in here!?” he says loud enough for the guy to hear, the guy scoffs ignoring him. as yuji’s about to say something else, a commotion starts on the other side of the train.
he notices people starting to move around, the guy in front of him being pushed into yuji. he yelps feeling himself get pressed up against you.
“uh…oh…….” he quietly says trying to wiggle around but the friction rubbing against your crotch makes you jump. “uh.. yuji could you stay….. still..?” you place your hands on his hips to keep him in place as he whispers apologies.
yuji tries his best to stay still, but he can’t help but notice the poking against his bottom. “the fuhhhckkk ohhh……..” he whispers to himself, a blush creeping up to his face and ears. It’s crazy how packed this train is, it’s never been this bad but wow are people fat
another light push presses yuji back on you, you huff right by his ear, pressing into his hips. he can feel his pants getting tighter, he moves his hands to cover his crotch area, “please no please go down please please” he’s thinking to himself while the struggling sounds coming from you are not helping his situation.
“ugh..sorry yu…” you say just above a whisper into his ears, sending chills. he opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out, instead he slowly presses himself back on you causing you to gasp and try to hold his hips in place. you feel him grab your hands and move them to his tummy, you lift your head look at his face, he’s just staring at you with his big brown eyes. he brings his finger up to his lips making a “shh” sound.
he’s shoves your hand into his briefs where you gentle wrap your fingers around his dick. he lets out a sigh, he looks back at you and grinds his ass back, you gulp nervously before moving your other hand over to his behind, prodding your fingers at his entrance. he bites his bottom lip feeing your fingers enter him, he arches a bit holding onto your wrist tightly.
“keep quiet, ok?” you whisper into his ear as he nods.
you slowly finger him and pump his cock at the same time, he starts twitching and squirming. you watch him cup his mouth to stifle his noises, the noises of the crowded train giving you the confidence to speed up the pace making yuji throw his head back and grip onto you tighter.
“mmn..! mmmhhh~” he moans, his legs trembling. “shh.” you try not to smirk when he starts whining louder, hes dripping wet and you can tell he’s getting closer. you pump faster then stop when he gets dangerously loud, he pants like a dog, catching his breath all while looking around to make sure nobody saw.
he perks up at your tip pressing against his wet hole, he slowly looks back giving a look of worry. “yn d….no dont—“ you slam into him, your hand swiftly coming up to cover his mouth when he releases his whorish moans into the palm of your hand. you hug the smaller boys tummy and hum, trying to look as casual as you can as you wait for him to adjust to your size.
“….good..?” you say quietly, “mm…..” he lets out, his shaky body jolting up every now and then. after a couple minutes you pull out and slowly slide back in, feeling yuji breathe in a gasp and hold onto your arm. “look normal.” you tell him, starting a slow thrusting pace, you can feel his hole flutter around your cock, his untouched one throbbing.
whenever you’d see that people weren’t looking and it’d get louder, you would harshly pound into him, the thought of him moaning so loud that people stop and stare makes your tummy turn.
you felt yourself getting closer to climax, you wrap your hand around yuji’s tip stopping him from finishing, he wiggles trying to escape your grasp. His thighs twitch feeling your warm semen coat his tight walls, he looks back at you, tugging at your wrist to let him cum oh if only he could see how cute he looked right now
your turn him around so that he’s facing you, “keep looking at me.” you mouth as he nods his head, mouth open, huffing. you stroke his cock slowly, watching him make a pathetic desperate face, he keeps his eyes on yours, no longer worried about the people around.
“gunna cum?” you whisper. “uhhuh….mhm..” he lets out a bit loud, you kiss his cheek and remind him to be quieter. “yes..yes i’m…” he replies quieter, all while still looking into your eyes. pumping quicker, he opens his mouth more and arches his back, rolling his eyes back when he finishes all over your hand. you pull his head into your chest where he lets out smaller noises and huffs.
putting him back in his pants and wrapping your arms around his waist as you wait for the next stop.
contents ; teasing obv , overstimulating , handjob , kisssessss , super short i think
hes like stuck up as hell at first. youd start by kissing him, going down to his neck and kissing him slowly while your hands roam his body, barely touching his crotch area, causing him to buck into your hand subconsciously.
you're kissing him in alll the right spots, your hand caressing his thighs, his waist, his abdomen and purposely ignoring how hard he is.
he'd try to not make it obvious that he needs you to touch him. would intertwine his fingers with yours, play with your hands while moving it down to his pants. you'd smoothly move your hand away to which he huffs into the kiss, making you let out a laugh.
"tsk.. off a me." he'd pout moving his head to not kiss you anymore. "sorry sorry 'gumi.." you coo while kissing and sucking at his neck, he melts, gently tugging at your hair.
gets heated and clothes come off, small moans leave his mouth every now and then. you're flicking his nipples, kissing his tummy, his inner thigh and even place a small kiss on his tip. He's huffing and staring at you, his brows furrow when he realizes you're messing with him.
"haa.. yn.." he whines ever so slightly, you look up at him trying to contain your smirk, his needy face n eyes begging for you to stuff him.
despite his pleas, you keep teasing, so much that he's too desperate to tell you to fully stop but so frusterated he's whimpering in your ear. holding onto your so tightly, his whiny "pleaseee... stop.. t.." he can barely get his sentence out. you kiss him and grind into him, his throbbing cock leaking against his tummy.
"its okay baby...you're ok..~" you'd whisper, “please.." a sob leaving his mouth. you give in, finally stroking his aching cock, he throws his head back holding onto you tighter.
he starts twitching and humping your hand quicker to which you let go and watch as he quickly looks at you with tears in his eyes. "nnooo p..please..!" he cries. “please what?” you kiss his jaw. “l..et me c..mm!!” he gasps when you stroke at his cock quicker.
you chuckle kissing the corner of his mouth, apologizing and giving him the best orgasm of his life.
