satoru "fake backshots" gojo who likes to sneak up on u when ur doing the most mundane tasks around the house and give you fake backshots.
yes, fake backshots.
washing dishes? the man is trying his hardest not to make any noise as he slips into the kitchen, watching u from behind, licking his lips at the sight of u in pajama shorts n' a lousy excuse for a tank top, tapping ur foot n' humming to a song playing in your earbuds. completely and blissfully unaware of the mischievous man lurking behind u. until u feel him, his hands sly n quick, his left getting a hold of ur hips while, his right pushes ur back into a arch. barely having time to react, all you could do was gasp, n try to push him away.
to no avail, satoru presses his pelvis into ur butt, before pulling back n thrusting his hips back n forth. satoru grinned eliciting small sighs and gasps from the same lips that complained "pervert! i can't even do the dishes in peace anymore!" . the man behind u leaned down to obnoxiously moan in ur ear in response "yea? yea? you like that, huh? like it when i take you like this?" u rolled ur eyes in annoyance, pushing his head away from your ear as he continued to thrust his bulge into ur ass. "satoru, ur so weird!"
"ohhh you love it, huh? feel good? yea? you gonna cum for me, baby? don't worry im right here with y-you- fuckkkkk!! nghhhhhh !!!!" satoru threw his head back n' at this point you couldn't tell if he was being serious or overly obnoxious like he always is. that is until he slows his movements and you look back at him. ready to scold him, but then ur eyes shift to his navy blue sweatpants, an obvious darker hue over his bulge.
"whoops" he shrugged stepping closer to u
the weirdo came in his pants
ur fully facing him as he towers over u, caging u in with the sink behind u,
"wanna do it for real now?" he lazily grinned at ur perplexed expression.
olderbf!abbot teaching you medical terms pt. 2 (pt. 1)
cw: mdni, fingering, masturbation (f receiving), more medical yapping
a/n: i never write part twos but i wasn’t expecting the last one to get the attention it did so why not 😛
The way he’s taking his time feels torturous.
Every touch is agonizingly drawn out in a way that can only be purposeful, dragging each explanation out just to see how long you’ll last under it.
He started at the very top — fingers ghosting along your collarbones before moving inward, tracing the line of your sternum with quiet focus. From there, he mapped the shape of your ribcage, thumbs pressing lightly between each space as he spoke. When he reached your chest, he slowed even more, his hand resting over your heart to feel it racing beneath his palm.
His hands drift lower, and his hands settle on the sides of your hips, pausing there.
“Still with me, sweetheart?” he looks up at you, that annoying little curl of his lips plastered on his face.
You nod as his fingers trace along your hipbones, “This is the iliac crest,” he nips the skin there before kissing it. The heat swirling in your stomach is unbearable and you know he can sense your growing need for him.
Jack’s hands move with precision as he slides your pajama pants down, exposing your legs. His fingers reach your knee, gently bending it. “Your knee bends due to your tibiofemoral and patellofemoral joints,” he whispers.
He spreads your legs open slightly, and his eyes immediately find the damp spot displayed on your panties.
“Oh honey, look at you,” His fingers reach forward, tracing the ruined cotton. He eases them down carefully, rubbing the slick along your folds and back up to your clit.
“You feel that?” he whispers as he draws circles against the little bundle of nerves. “It's the most sensitive organ in the female body, made of erectile tissue.”
Soon you feel his fingers slip inside your entrance, making you gasp sharply as he slowly pumps his thick fingers in and out of your pussy. “Here is a sensitive region inside, just beneath the front wall. It responds to pressure, expanding and contracting depending on stimulation.”
He grabs your hand and places the pads of your fingers against your clit, still moving his fingers in shallow thrusts. “Go ahead honey, help me out,”
“Now, when they work together, nerve endings send impulses to the brain,” he explains himself slowly, making sure you hear everything he says. “You listening?” he asks as he picks up the pace. You nod quickly, trying to keep your eyes locked on his.
“The heart rate rises, breathing quickens, and every part of the system responds in a sequence,” as he speaks, he presses little kisses along your knee and eventually drifting down to your thigh to do the same.
“Jack,” you whine, your other hand comes down to grasp his wrist, just keeping it there. The combination of your hand working your clit and Jack’s fingers rubbing against that sweet spot inside of you was enough to make you see stars.
“I’m right here, pretty girl,” he purrs. “Let me see you let go for me,”
Heat coils through you, every nerve alight, and your body arches, quivering under the orgasm that takes over.
You catch your breath, still trembling from the intensity, and Jack brushes a strand of hair from your face. “That’s how a female orgasm works,” he murmurs, his voice low and matter-of-fact, yet laced with warmth. He leans down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.
Drooling over the concept of young Pantalone in Liyue Harbor, right? He’s in his early 20’s, working here and making connections there, trying to claw himself out of poverty and finally get the ball rolling with his wealth. He lives in a cramped attic room in the home of the family whose food stall he’s employed at. It’s not much at all, but it’s his. And there’s also you, who walked by every day with a big smile and another flirty comment to leave him fanning his face. With that in mind, I’m thinking about fucking passionately in that little room of his and trying to keep it down.
MDNI , I was sleepy writing this so have mercy
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You don’t really know how it happened. He was a pretty boy running a food stall near your own place of employment, and you couldn’t help the urge to flirt a little bit! He looked too uptight for the job he was working, for one. How couldn’t you poke a bit of fun? But as you got to know him better, you found that he was the sweetest soul you’d ever crossed paths with.
He offered to take you out one night, but you insisted you didn’t want him to make things harder on himself financially for the sake of one fun night out. He did not listen.
You explored the harbor together, running between cargo boxes on the docks and sharing a treat from a confection stand. You honestly weren’t sure before the date if you were actually going to enjoy his company, but you were pleasantly surprised to find that he was one of the most kind and down to earth people you’d ever met.
The kissing started innocently. Really, it did. He cupped your jaw and pressed his lips to yours in the evening’s crescendo, letting the night sky bathe you in a romantic starlight that seemed to embolden his confidence.
His lips were warm and his embrace felt safe, so you let yourself fall into it.
Things grew heated with your reluctance to pull away, and you were soon making out in a quiet alleyway, obstructed from the view of guards and passers by. The moment your top started sliding down your shoulders, you both knew you had to go somewhere more private.
He carried you all the way back to the small family home of his employers, stifling laughter with you as he crept through the old house and up the stairs to his little room.
Clothes came off between slow kisses, and you both found yourselves growing ever impatient. Pantalone didn’t like to rush things, but he was burning to feel you against him.
He made you cum on his fingers once, wanting your body to grow used to his presence. Even so, you swore he enjoyed it more than you did by the way he was stifling groans just watching you fall apart for him, a bead of sweat glistening on his forehead.
The old floorboards groaned and creaked beneath you with your shifting bodies, and every few seconds, Pantalone listened for the sounds of movement around the house. He’d traumatize his poor employer and family if they knew what he was up to.
Your body was on fire, craving his touch with the desperation of being led about all this time. The moment his hands steadied on your hips, your vision near blurred.
He looked so fucking good on top of you, shadows casting beautiful scenes across his skin as he shifted, pulling you closer and lining himself up with your entrance.
Your combined moans were pure, filthy sin as he pushed in. The sound nearly came out as a sob from his lips, his forehead lowering to press against yours.
You both needed this carnally. Desperately. You no longer cared for how debauched and wanton your display appeared, not when he was making you fall deep in love in real time like this.
He didn’t mean to get rough, but the way you clenched around him, the way your body fit against his like a puzzle piece, he lost himself in it. His hips rolled with an increasing vigor to make you feel good, letting his moans absorb into the pillow beside you as he held you close.
It was all so incredibly intimate, just how close the two of you were. His fingers intertwined with yours, face grazing the curve of your shoulder and pressing soft kisses to your skin.
His tip repeatedly hit your cervix, prompting you to bring your intertwined hands to your lips to stifle the screams that threatened to tumble out.
Even though you both knew the risk, you couldn’t stop. Every shift, movement, and sound could alert someone downstairs, but there was absolutely nothing that could make you part in this moment. Your legs wrapped righty around his waist, digging the balls of your heels into his back to pull him impossibly deeper.
For a man so uptight in presence, it was a pleasant change of pace to watch him whimper and groan into the sheets while he fucked you stupid. At this point, he was fucking himself stupid in you.
His cries of impending orgasm had him tugging his hips back, but you remained locked around him. The action made him nearly cry, and his whole body shuddered as he came inside of you, eyes rolling back as you met your own climax with him.
His first instinct was to apologize profusely, pushing himself up on wobbling arms to check on you. You honestly found it endearing just how clueless he could be.
Once you had both settled, though, the rest of the night was nothing short of serene and blissful. He held you close in his little bed, and the both of you watched the quiet streets of the harbor out of his open window until you both fell asleep.
In the morning, you snuck away before anyone could see you. Your thighs burned and trembled with every step.
Pantalone was relieved that he’d gotten away with it. As he was setting up at the food stall, though, his employer casually mentioned the neighborhood receiving a noise complaint late last night, appearing offended that people thought it was coming from his house.
dick grayson is under the influence of sex pollen, and it’s too late for an antitoxin. you’re his only recourse, and you’re willing to do whatever it takes to help him. poor you—you had no idea what you were agreeing to.
contents: sex pollen (m), overstimulation, multiple creampie, manhandling, cockwarming
warnings: dubcon. dead dove do not eat
the first thing you’d felt when you’d walked into dick grayson’s apartment was panic. he was tangled in his bedsheets, sweaty and flushed, his pupils blown wide and his heart pounding against his chest faster than you’d ever felt it. he’d explained—as best he could in his condition—what had happened and, more importantly, what he needed from you.
you’d hesitated at first; “dick, I need to get you to a hospital.” but the look in his eyes was so desperate, so anguished, that you couldn’t bear to watch him suffer. you weren’t sure how you could help, so you’d given dick free reign to…well, do what he needed to do.
you had no idea it would be this much.
you’re sprawled out on his bed, almost as sweaty and flustered as he is, your body limp and overworked under his as he ruts into you, moaning gutturally against your neck. your fingers are wound lazily in his black hair, and all you can manage are pathetic little whines each time his cock splits you open, your cunt overflowing with cum from the loads he’s pumped into you so far. there are tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes—part pain, part ecstasy, part sheer exhaustion—as your legs squeeze dick’s sides weakly, your pussy tightening with the threat of another unwelcome orgasm.
dick’s hands roam your chest liberally, squeezing and grabbing at your breasts far more harshly than he means to; there’s a small part of him that’s aware of how hard he’s working you, how rough and careless he’s being, and he feels guilty. but, fuck, this is the first time since he got dosed with that pollen that he hasn’t felt like he’s literally dying. your body is the only thing bringing him any relief, and the grip of your warm, wet cunt feels like heaven around his unrelenting cock.
you whimper as an excruciating orgasm squeezes its way out of you, screwing your eyes shut at the convulsions, and dick groans, feeling you pulse around him. “fuck, baby,” he rasps, lifting his head to meet your gaze. his eyes are glazed and bloodshot, blue irises almost invisible around his pupils. “I know,” he coos, “I know. ‘m sorry, honey. just…feels so good—shit!—perfect fuckin’ pussy, all for me.” his voice is raw and breathless, and you can tell he’s trying so hard to go easy on you. you shush him gently, brushing his hair away from his eyebrows in a motion that seems to say, it’s okay.
you’re too fucked-out to speak, and you have been for a while; knowing this, dick presses a deep kiss to your lips, moaning against you at the filthy squelching sounds emitting from your cunt as you push out more of his release. the muscles of his broad shoulders ripple as he lifts himself off you, tucking his hands under your lower back to raise your hips off the bed. you gasp at the new angle, clutching the bedsheets in an effort to ground yourself as he fucks you at a new depth.
his eyes are lidded and his brows are furrowed as he watches himself get swallowed whole by your sticky, swollen pussy. at this angle, he can see the mess he’s made inside you dripping out, and it makes his abs tighten. his fingers dig into your skin painfully, and you’re sure you’ll bruise by morning, but you know he can’t stop. dick lets out a raspy, low groan as another release builds in his belly, his eyes glued to your glazed slit as he pounds into you faster.
“fuck,” he strains, his voice desperate and rushed, watching your cunt smear his length with both your fluids. “fuck, think ‘m gonna cum again, baby—can I?” he manages to look at you, his eyes wide and supplicant. “please, sweetheart—god—let me cum in this pretty pussy one more time.” you’re lightheaded from the position he’s holding you in, and the relentless pleasure he’s inflicting on you, but you’re able to give him a faint nod, letting your eyes flutter shut. how can you say no to a face like his?
you shudder as another of dick’s orgasms pumps you full, keening at the sounds he makes as he unloads into you. he’s caught between whimpers and moans, his hands like vices on your hips while his cock stutters inside you. this release is different from the others; the heat that rushes over him feels intense, like a fever breaking, and once he’s done, dick feels the thrumming in his veins—that tightness that had him feeling suffocated all night—finally begin to lift. he stills inside you, letting your hips fall back onto the bed before collapsing on top of you.
your tired arms wrap around his neck, soothing him with gentle circles against his skin as he pants, fatigue descending on him like a freight train. he rolls off you with effort, aware his dense, muscular build is a little much for your body to handle in its current state, and nestles his head into the crook of your neck. his cock is still buried inside you, and his breathing is heavy; you can feel his heart beating against his skin, but it’s markedly less erratic than it has been all night.
you’re too spent to focus on the aches your body will surely remind you of come morning, but dick’s hoarse voice pulls you back into the land of the conscious. “I love you, baby,” he murmurs, his lips against your neck. you smile faintly, only half-aware of the sun rising outside his bedroom curtains. you’re not sure how much of what happened tonight was the pollen, and how much of it was your boyfriend, but those words are unmistakably and irrevocably his.
a/n: quite possibly the single most requested and long-awaited post I’ve ever written. it’s finally here. please...release me from the shackles of part 2 requests in my inbox
Synopsis: Frank is a munch. That's it. That's the fic.
Tags: NSFW, afab reader, one shot, shortfic, oral (f recieving), fingering, light dirty talk, Frank is a little shit
A/N: A present for all the dirtbag shitass bf Frank enjoyers out there. I was not expecting y'all to be so feral for him. Enjoy, freaks.
Frank was horrible at keeping his hands to himself. He made a habit of sneaking his fingers under the hems of your sweaters and grabbing a handful of your ass while you browsed scary movies at Blockbuster. It didn’t matter when or where. He just couldn’t keep his hands off you.
Tonight was no different. Even if you were watching a movie on the Iero family’s living room couch, time and place never stopped Frank from being an absolute dog. His parents were out of town for the weekend, and your dorm roommate kindly covered for you so your own parents wouldn’t find out and disown you. They thought you were spending the weekend camping with her family.
But of course, you were with Frank—playing GTA, fucking like rabbits, and sitting in on band practice while you sketched new flyer artwork for their next show. It was your last night together before you had to go back to the mundanity of the semester, so you both decided to rent a movie and stay in. You didn’t even make it past the first act before his lips were pressed against the sensitive patch of skin just below your ear.
“Fraaank.” You whine, half annoyed and half turned on, and unwilling to admit to either.
“Hmm?” He hums against your neck. You can feel him smile against you. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“You’re not even paying attention, you asshole.” You pull away to look at him. His eyes are heavy-lidded and deceivingly sweet. You wouldn't be so easily swayed, though. You've gained a 6th sense for his antics since you agreed to be his girlfriend.
“You’re in your underwear and wearing my shirt and you want me to pay attention to the movie?” He says incredulously before blowing you off and continuing his assault on your neck, trailing down to the crook of your shoulder.
“Dude, c’mon. It’s our last night. Plus, I paid like 5 bucks for the rental.” You complain, though you don’t actually care. You just liked giving him a hard time, which only egged him on.
Frank sinks to his knees in front of you, tugging your hips closer to his face. You don’t resist when he wedges his shoulders under your legs and rests a hot cheek against your inner thigh. His hands rest at your waist, slightly riding up the hem of his black flag shirt, which you liked to wear to bed.
“Let me pay you back?” He asks, sleepy hazel eyes peering up through dark eyelashes. He’s so pretty. It kind of pisses you off. You roll your eyes, too stubborn to admit that his hot breath against your leg was making you fucking pulse all over.
“Whatever.” You defiantly return your attention to the movie despite the wet, open-mouthed kisses Frank was trailing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He travels over your hip bone, slowly toward the lace waistband of your panties.
“I like these, by the way,” He passively comments, his thumb playing with the tiny bow sewn on the waistband. “They’re cute.” Frank plays with the elastic, watching for your reaction as he snaps it against your skin.
You realize in that moment—it’s all a game to him. He’s just as hellbent on getting a reaction as you are on denying him the satisfaction of watching you squirm. You almost crack when his hands leave your waist to knead the doughy flesh by your hips.
“You’re so soft. Makes me so fuckin’ hard.” He murmurs against you, the cool metal of his lip ring making you shiver. The deep sigh in your chest threatens to escape, but you manage to fight it off.
You can feel him smiling. He must think he’s winning.
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t take much.” You comment dryly, struggling to keep your tone even.
He pushes your knees toward your chest, hands staying at the back of your thighs and squeezing firmly. His mouth moves lower, pressing slow kisses to the embarrassingly damp cloth covering your pussy. The breath you’ve been holding in shutters free and partially ruins your bluff.
“You talk a lot of shit for someone soaking through their fucking panties.” He says lowly, thumb parting your puffy lips to circle your clit through the cotton fabric.
Your fingertips burn with the urge to run your fingers through his shaggy black hair.
“Shut the fuck up.” You stutter.
Frank laughs. It’s cocky, high-pitched. The same one he does when he’s fucking tickled pink by something.
He grabs your hand and places it on top of his head.
“C’mon, baby. Say something nice to me.” He teases, hooking his fingers around the gusset of your ruined underwear to pull the drenched fabric to the side.
The cool air hits your core and makes you whimper like a kicked puppy. Frank’s breath is hot against you as his mouth waits inches away from your cunt, refusing to give you what you so obviously want until you give in to him.
You manage to hold your bluff for a couple of painful seconds, hoping that he’ll be the first to crack. But Frank doesn’t move. He was impatient most days, but when it came to proving a point, he was fucking relentless.
“Frankie, please.” You concede, hands sweetly carding through his hair just the way you know he likes.
Lucky for you, he’s easily won over.
He kisses your clit before gently sucking on it. A full-body shiver so strong rips through you, you think you could cry. You release a sigh of relief, eyes fluttering closed and head lolling back as Frank laps at you slowly, tongue expertly rolling your swollen clit in his mouth. The sound of the TV fades into nothingness. All you can hear is your thudding pulse, Frank’s breath, and the obscene wet noises he was making. He interrupts your ascent into bliss with a sharp smack against your ass.
You gasp, intoxicated gaze refocusing on Frank’s flushed face between your legs. The intensity of his stare sobers you up a bit, and you wordlessly nod your head, instantly understanding his request. He rewards you by curling his fingers inside you rhythmically. Your breath hitches.
He wants to watch you watching him.
“Fuck—ohmygod.” you grit through a clenched jaw. His fingers quicken, sending you closer to the edge. If you hadn’t been so close to coming completely undone, you might have felt embarrassed about how short you lasted.
“Frank, I’m—“
You don’t get to finish your sentence before your body starts to seize, thighs trembling and back arching off the couch as you violently crest over the peak of ecstasy. Frank’s hands move to hold your hips firmly in place while you ride out your orgasm, humming in approval.
“So fucking perfect.” He mouths against you. The vibration of his voice makes you whimper.
Your breath begins to even out while you comfortably coast down from your high, iron grip in Frank’s hair softening as you lazily play with the inky strands.
God, you think you love him.
Frank’s mouth eases up, softly lapping at you for a bit until you pull him off of you completely.
A cocky grin immediately stretches across his damp face, and you’re reminded that you pathetically folded under light pressure.
