pulling on his hair when he’s fucking you, just grabbing a handful of those soft strands and giving a sharp tug, watching his head tip back and the softest groan escape his flushed lips.
pull more, he’s going to fuck you harder.
maybe pull his hair when he’s going down on you, use it to pull his face up and take a good look at his mug shining with your juices.
or just pull his hair when you want his attention. tangle your fingers in those silky locks and hold him in place, watch him pout and whine and struggle and pain himself even more but he loves the hurt, just as much as he loves you dragging him in by his hair to devour his mouth ♡
wet rag men who… let’s you drag him around and does absolutely nothing about it because he can’t say no to you
wet rag men who… probably has a terrible back posture
wet rag men who… twitches in his pants when you walk past or even mutter a word to him
wet rag men who… does what hes told no questions asked but thats just in general…maybe
wet rag men who… cries when hes overstimulated—sobbing if you will.
wet rag men who… is overly appreciative and cant exactly wrap his head around the fact that YOU, a beautiful being, loves him
wet rag men who… even while dating, still hesitates to hold your hands or start a kiss first
wet rag men who… also cries when being both degraded and praised
wet rag men who… so awkward it hurts. A convo would barely make a start due to him having to stop and think about what to say—and even then itll still be ‘wrong’.
wet rag men who… when kissing you, doesnt know where to put his hands
wet rag men who… feels slightly out of place next to you, how the hell did he bag you? polar opposites
wet rag men who… secretly takes pride in standing next to you most times. he wouldn’t want it any other way
Your hands tug on his pretty blond locks and pull him up from your dick as he looks up at you with teary eyes, his lips puffy and his hands gripping your thighs. You smile down at him, you never knew the crown prince was such a whore for his knight's dick, it honestly flusters you a little at how hungrily he sucks you off.
"Just wanted to see your pretty face, your grace,"
He huffs, it looks cute on him,
"Go on."
Yet all attitude is lost when you thrust up your dick into his mouth, your hand still gripping his hair. You almost choke yourself when he takes you in his mouth in one go, you shiver as your tip hits the back of his throat, looks like he has some sort of experience if he's so comfortable doing this. You don't mind it though, the way his throat tightens around your cock as one of his hands strokes your base while his mouth takes care of the rest.
His other hand squeezing and playing with your balls, his eyes never leaving your eyes as he watches you melt under his touch, the sight so delicious; you're sitting on his throne as the moonlight lights up your features so beautifully, his dick throbs under his robes.
His innocent little princess, his baby, the girl who cries from one or two many orgasms. So imagine his surprise when you suggest anal to him. Sure, he thinks it's hot, but can you even handle it? Sure, you may have done your research and did all the right prep, but look at you. The second his cock bottoms out inside you, that little hole, you're gonna be a complete wreck, and he was right.
His hips move slow at first, deep and steady, worshiping every inch of space he's filling inside you, feeling your wet hole twitch and shudder around the thick length of his cock. You try your best to adjust to him at that very moment.
"Fuck, I love you," he breathes against your sweaty skin, "so damn much." My perfect girl. My sweet baby." He watches your smaller hand squeeze around his bigger one.
"Deeper—hahh, I can take it..." you breathed out, arching your back on his cock, making your poor legs tremble; he can't think straight anymore.
Seeing you like this, begging for more it's like every goddamn wet dream he's ever had. Your hand clutching his, "Anything," he murmurs, "anything for you, baby." The two of you stay like that for a hot minute, sweating and panting as he bottoms out completely inside of you.
"Gonna Holy shit—gonna pull out, yeah, baby," he whispers into your ear. The only thing you could do was nod weakly, feeling his cock leave your hole, that burning stretch almost completely gone, leaving you empty and begging.
He dives back in. a slow, agonizing push forward just enough to make you gasp. Just as he bottoms out back into you, your body betrays you completely.
You feel yourself cumming before you notice it; your pussy clenches around nothing as you gush just from his cock fucking so deep in your ass. "Hahh...ahh…" The sounds you make are broken and understandable to anyone but him, and he watches the sight, eyes blown out wide, your legs shaking and quivering, your cunt still dripping like it's wanting cock. It turns him on so bad it's unimaginable.
"God, you're such a slut...squirting because you're getting your ass played with, huh, baby?" he croons, his warm hand stroking your sweaty back, trying to help you come down from your high even while you're overwhelmed and overstimulated, but the only thing that really bothers you is that, well...he called you a "slut," not his baby, not his girl, or princess, or anything sweet or endearing, but "slut." It hurts just a little, even if it seems like praise; you let out a choked whimper as you try to get your thoughts together even though that orgasm should've left you brainless.
"Am I not your baby anymore?" you gasped out pathetically. The world's leaving mouth was soft and blissful as you twisted to look right at him, your face a small, sad little pout. The sight was enough to make him nut right then and there.
He melts—how are you this cute? Pouting, turning all whiny and needy on him like a damn brat. He presses his chest against your back, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. "Yes, you’re my baby," he murmurs between kisses, but it still hurts a little, so you hide your face in the pillow.
"Stop hiding. I want to kiss you."
"Sluts don't kiss." You stared up at him, sticking her tongue out at him. Yeah, you're getting fucked tonight.
Thinking about boyfriend’s dad who’s never fucked men yet you’re interested in him for whatever reason. He doesn’t understand that the very same inexperience is why you keep going back to him: the way he preps his little hole in front of you, asks you if he’s doing it right in a shaky voice and big doe eyes, calling his hole his pretty little cunt and asking him if this is how he used to fuck his ex wife while you practically pound into his ass, watching him look so scandalized as the words leave your mouth, the look quickly disappearing as you hit his most sensitive spot that has him wailing and drooling into the mattress , having him down on all four and facing the mirror the first time you fuck, with him unable to meet his own gaze cause he can’t believe he’s letting himself be fucked by a man like this , not just any man but his sons boyfriend, you don’t let him keep his eyes closed too long, forcing him to look at himself so he can tell you what feels good what doesn’t even though he’s practically unable to see straight or form coherent sentences as you relentlessly pound into his ass, pumping him full of your cum and forcing him to keep it all inside, shaming him when it spills down his thighs having him look absolutely horrified as you spread him wide and push your cum back inside but later on he’ll admit that he’s never been fucked like this and that he absolutely loves it, wants to do it all over again
his hands found your lower back as he pulled you closer to him, the cool air of the room and the heat radiating off him hitting your bare skin all at once.
"baby," you gasped out as you felt him slowly grind into your thigh, that small throb sending a signal to your brain to keep moving and moaning for him.
your dear boyfriend’s eyes flutter at the sound of that desperate gasp from you, grip going even tighter at the feeling of your bare skin against his own. god, it's like fire in his blood. he desperately needs you right now, a simple plea and soft touch doesn’t even cut it.
his own breathing is ragged, eyes almost black with lust now as he stares at your body beneath him, completely bare. he had to look up at the ceiling, sighing exasperatedly, praying internally that his resolve doesn’t crumble immediately before another shuddering breath escaped his lips at the view of you.
"can't get enough of you," he murmurs against your skin, almost like he's talking to himself. "so damn beautiful. all… mine.”
"m'yours, baby– all yours.. please, need you really bad,”
those words seem to snap the rest of his restraint in half, the last thin thread of his control finally breaking. he kisses you fiercely, hungrily, like he's trying to devour you. hands seem to be everywhere at once, caressing, gripping, claiming every inch.
when he finally breaks the kiss, he's panting again, eyes blazing with an intensity that can only be called desperation. "i'm not gonna be gentle.” came out sort of like a whimper.
"don't want you to be," you stuttered as you tugged on his shirt. discarded lightning fast on the floor. your nimble fingers reached for his pants, undoing the buttons and failing miserably, a grunt of frustration leaving your lips.
he lets out a low chuckle at that, watching you struggle to undo his jeans. a hint of amusement and arousal at the way you're already growing so impatient and needy for him.
he took your hands in his, voice low and rough as he admired you. "impatient, sweetheart?"
he teases gently, eyes twinkling with dark humor before guiding your shaking hands as they work together to unbutton his pants now. "you that desperate already?”
you rolled your eyes at him, clearly affected by the lack of dexterity. roughly pushing him off, your boyfriend flopped on the bed leading you to sit on your haunches as you unbuttoned his jeans again, successfully this time.
"s-so what if i'm desperate?" you stuttered, hands flying to palm at his thighs. body dipped lower until you were on level with his crotch, back arched like a cat stretching. hand dragging over his erection and cupping his balls before sliding up to his shaft.
his entire body tensed instantly as you grabbed him, breath hitching in his throat as he stared down at you and your hand palming him like you wanted him to cave in. he was practically at your mercy now, all that earlier playfulness replaced by desperate want.
he let out a ragged sound as your hand moved down, a curse falling from his lips before he could stop it, eyes darkening even more.
"fu—jesus" he breathed out, the words catching in his throat. "you're gonna kill me, baby,”
the remaining fabric separating your mouth and his cock now pulled down to his knees. his entire body seized the second your lips wrap around him, a strangled groan tearing from his throat as he arches off the bed. how beautiful.
his hands fly to tangle in your hair, not pushing, just anchoring himself as he struggles not to buck up into that sinful heat.
"f-fuck—sweets!" voice cracking halfway through your name, tantalizing eyes blown black with lust as they lock onto you. "that mouth of yours is gonna be the death of me."
a shudder wracks his frame when you take him deeper, free hand fisting in the sheets hard enough to tear fabric. "s-slow down or i swear i'll lose it right here.”
"want you to reach.." you grabbed his hand from your hair, pulling it to palm at the bulge down your throat. "down until here.”
the man’s brain short-circuits the second you force his hand against your throat, the reality of what he's feeling hitting him like a damn freight train. entire body locked up, his orbs blown so wide they're practically all busted now as he stares down at where his palm is pressed against that obscene bulge in your throat.
"holy shit—" the words came out strangled and punched-out before his hips jerk involuntarily upward, already chasing that tight heat again despite how close to losing it he clearly is.
"you—fucking hell," he choked mid-sentence as tears prickle at the corners of his eyes from sheer overstimulation now. the way your tongue grazes over the veins on his shaft, when you purse your lips to suck on his sensitive tip, your throat enveloping him so well. fuck, is gag reflex even a thing for ya?
"you trying to kill me?”
feeling driven by the break in his character, you bobbed your head up and down, getting him slicker than before, drool messy over his cock dripping down his balls and to whatever part of him that couldn't fit in your mouth in which you curled your fingers around.
your half lidded eyes flickered up at him, brows furrowed and mind hazy, determined to give him the best head he's ever gotten. swirling, lapping, drooling all over his dick.
the poor man chokes on air as his back arched violently off the bed. it took him a moment to prop himself on his elbows before staring down at you with a look of pure, unfiltered ruin. his hand trembling where they're still tangled in your hair, just clinging for dear life.
"f-fucking—doll," he sobs out raggedly, eyes glassy and wet from how overwhelmed he is now. "i can't– i'm not gonna last if you keep that up—!"
his hips jerk erratically upward despite his warnings; thighs shaking hard enough to rattle the entire bed frame beneath him as drool drips obscenely down onto his balls and lower still. the growing need to push you onto him deeper, taking over him.
a shaky moan later and he finally lets go of your hair to grab on your head and slide you down to take more of him. until your nose touched the neatly trimmed hairs on his pelvis, holding you still for a minute. his toes curling and body pushing off the bed, curving inwards in a desperate attempt to keep you closer.
"that's it, choke on my fucking– cock— good girl.. shiiiit,"
in turn, you forced your maw to stretch further, tonguing at his balls. your eyes glistened with tears as your hands found their way to his glorious thighs, holding on for support as he thrust, thrust, thrusts in your wet heat.
he releases your head, roughly falling back onto the mattress with a groan. his bicep flexed as he placed his arm behind his head, eyes trained on the beautiful mess before him, pleasing him. a string of curses left him as you batted your lashes.
"fcum in m'throaf—" you managed to sputter with his cock deep in your throat, muffling out the words.
he snaps.
a guttural cry tears from his throat as he slams up into your mouth, hips stuttering wildly as the first hot stripe of cum spills down your throat. his body locks up like a live wire as his eyes rolled back before they refocus on you with something worshipful in them now.
"fuck—fuck!" he chokes out between ragged gasps. hands trembling where they're still tangled in sweat-damp hair while his release keeps pulsing against the back of that sinful little tongue.
"y-you," he starts hoarsely after another second passes as he still struggles to breathe, "goddamn menace.”
you kept him in your mouth, stilling as his hot spurts of cum traveled down your throat, tastebuds reacting to the saltiness of his syrup.
a moment later, you pulled off of him with a gasp as you caught your breath. looked at him as you straightened yourself on your knees, the back of your hand wiping away at the mess of spit that got over your chin. lips curled into a smile, a devilish yet satisfied one at that.
he sags against the mattress, boneless and spent—a complete mess after what you just did. his heart is hammering crazy hard in his chest from the intensity of his orgasm. breath ragged and deep as he stares up at you through hazy irises that are still completely blackened with lust.
he watches you with an almost possessive expression, gaze glued to the way your chin is shiny from his release, his hand coming up to reach for you before pausing halfway.
"get up here," he huffs out, voice hoarse, "now.”
his arm wraps around your waist the instant you're close enough, yanking you down to press flush against his chest. he's practically clinging to you like he thinks you'll vanish if he lets go now.
"damn menace," your man mumbles again with eyes dark and glittering as he ogles at you.
"w-who told you you could be so goddamn good at that?" he reaches up to tuck your hair behind an ear with still-shaking fingers, his expression laced with adoration as he gazes at you.
Sucking off your yan!boyfriend from under the desk as he's playing that stupid game he's been on for hours with his friends.
Feeling his thighs shake against your fingers as you keep pinching and massaging his inner thighs, his dick thrusted deep into your throat, his tip almost touching the back of it. You let out a small whimper when he snaps his hips up, digging your nails into his thighs to keep him in place as he swallows the whine threatening to bubble up from his throat.
You hum when his hips still, his dick twitching on your tongue as he does his best to keep his composure, but when you give an experimental suck, he chokes on what he was saying, muting his mic, he loooked down at you.
Only to be met with a sight that has his thighs melting and his dick leaking pre-cum, you looked so fuckinh gorgeous between his legs. The thought of the game and his friends already vanished from his mind as he rests his hand on top of your head to guide you down on his cock properly.
You hum and give his thigh a pinch, earning a whimper of your name, how pathetic he looks now, when he just murdered someone just because they were getting 'too cozy' with you.
"Fuck... you've been teasing me so much b-baby— ah!"
Your eyes widen as you feel cum dripping down your throat at your second experimental suck, whimpering as he keeps your head down to make sure you get it all. You pull off of his cock with a deep breath as you look up at him with a knowing, and an all to smug smirk. He can't even make eye contact with you as you press on his tip with your index finger, only making small noises,
"Come on, pretty boy, I'm sure you can give me another one, yeah?"
At this, his eyes finally meets yours, his dick twitches against your fingers that are already stroking him, nodding as he opens his mouth to say something but only a whine of your name comes out.
He unravels so easily and deliciously under your touch and tongue, so tough when it comes to protecting you but so soft when all he has to take what you give him.
pairing. enjin, atsumu, bokuto, frat!gojo, emo!geto x f!reader
prompt. they're doing the "big guy" trend with you
small!reader for atsumu & geto + chubby!reader for bokuto
i'm doing a multifandom for this one because i wanted to do it with very specific characters but i didn't want to make like three posts with the same prompt so here you are!! hope you'll like it <3
Enjin
It was Riyo’s idea. Yes, you were blaming the girl for that but she really deserved it, because how did you ended up in this situation? Enjin was standing right behind you and you swore you could feel his stupid grin from here. “Ready, doll?” he asked you and you rolled your eyes to brush it off. “Let’s finish this quickly.”
Too bad for you, it didn’t go as smooth as expected. You weren’t sure if Riyo wasn’t telling you that the takes weren’t good just so you would keep doing this but you were cursing her inside your head. And the way he was grinning all along, crossing his arms and looking so proud when your arms flexed from behind him? Oh you hated it.
When she finally said it was good, she just left the phone to you both because she was waited somewhere apparently – another excuse, you knew it. Enjin looked at the video and began to laugh like the dumbass he was. “And you call those arms?” he said, barely able to form a sentence. You punched his shoulder, a sigh escaping your mouth.
“Don’t take it like this. You’re cute, y’know,” he said, slightly leaning towards you. You looked up to meet his gaze with narrowed eyes. He flicked your forehead before standing straight again, sliding a cigarette between his lips. “Don’t do that with someone else anyway. I’m the only one who’s cool enough to do those trends with you.”
You glanced his way, a bit taken aback by his words. Was this... jealousy? How ironic. But before you could add anything to his words, he left a kiss on your forehead and made his way out of the room without another word. This guy, really. He was lucky you were too nice to kick his ass –and perhaps too flustered, but he didn’t need to know this.
Atsumu
“It’s gonna be ridiculous,” you repeated for what must be the hundredth time since he mentioned wanting to do this trend with you. But Atsumu had never been one to give up so easily. He was more persistent than this ; wall him a whiny baby all you want but he wasn’t stepping back anytime soon. “Pleaaaase!”
He got on his knees in front of your standing figure, his hands holding your hips as he looked up at you. He had those wide almost teary eyes and you sighed, looking away so he wouldn’t notice you softening at something like this. “Fine, but make it quick.” He stood up in a second, leaving kissed all over your face. “Thanks baby!”
He setted up everything while you waited for him to give the go. He placed himself behind you and had to restrain himself from pulling you into a hug. God, you were so tiny in front of him ; it could have been funny if he wasn’t so whipped. The song started and it took only one take to make it right – he promised to make it quick after all.
He grabbed his phone once you were done and he felt like he was about to explode. You were barely seen from behind him, which made you sighed a little. “See? Told you it would be ridiculous,” you began to say, but he quickly stopped you by cupping your cheeks with his hands.
“You really are the best,” he whispered before crashing his lips against yours, which caught you off guard. He pulled away a few moments after, his adorable smile plastered on his face. He giggled a little and you couldn’t help but to smile. You weren’t the strongest soldier when it came to Atsumu ; especially such a happy Atsumu.
Bokuto
He didn’t really know what it could be but when you explained to him that it would be a opportunity to show off his arms with you, he didn’t more. He was overexcited, jumping around like you offered him the best prize in the world. Bokuto loved showing that he was a big guy because he knew how much you loved that he was. He was aware that you were sometimes very self-conscious about your own size ; which he had trouble understanding because he just loved you and your body so much.
He placed himself behind you, slightly bending his knees so he wouldn’t be seen to much. You frowned slightly at the view on the phone, but right before you could say anything, you felt a pair of hands squeezing your waist gently. “You look great, baby. Let’s do it, I want to make everyone jealous,” he said with his usual grin. You couldn’t refuse him anything when he was like this anyway. You nodded before turning around again.
The song started and he did it just right. Well, you explained him the timing many times before starting, but you were still happy that he got it right on the first take. The moment you exchanged position, your arms trying to be seen from behind him, he had a bright smile on his lips. It was even funnier than what he expected.
You didn’t have the time to cut the video that he grabbed you by the waist to catch you between his arms, his lips pressing yours with a bit of urgency. You met his eyes when he pulled away, a bit confused, which only made him laugh. “You were too adorable, I couldn’t help it.”
A little pout appeared on your lips, glancing at your phone. “We have to do it again now,” you said and he squeezed your hip with his stupidly shining smile. “Good, I wanted to see that again!” And you couldn’t help but to smile too. It was contagious with Bokuto.
Frat!Gojo
You didn’t need to even ask him ; because he was actually the one who proposed to do this trend. He was getting pretty popular on the internet lately and he wanted to show everyone that he was pretty much a taken man – and a very in love one. You hesitated at first but seeing how much he wanted to do it, you just couldn’t say no to him.
You had to do it a few times because he kept bursting out of laughter every time your arms flexed from behind his back. He was only able to remain calm when you began to threaten him to stop if he didn’t stop making fun of you. “But you’re so cute!” was his excuse but it wasn’t working ; or at least you tried to act like it wasn’t.
After almost half an hour of tries, you finally managed to make one good take when he didn’t broke character too much and managed to simply chuckle when you appeared from behind. He left a kiss on your forehead before cutting the video, looking at it with a proud smile on his lips. You glanced at the phone from the side, slightly tilting your head.
“Aren’t people going to ask question about our relationship?” you asked him, looking up his way only to notice the grin dancing on his lips. He looked down at you, his eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite place. “Exactly.” You frowned slightly in confusion, until realization slowly hit you.
He noticed the moment you understood, a light chuckle leaving his lips. “You’re so slow,” he teased you, leaving a kiss against your lips before you could answer anything. You slowly shook his phone, his stupid grin back on his face. “Thanks sweetheart.” And with that, he left the room while whistling like nothing happened.
Emo!Geto
He wasn’t particularly fond of those kind of things, he had to admit it. He wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to really show off, especially on social media ; but you seemed so thrilled by the idea of doing it with him that he couldn’t refuse. “You know I’m not much of a big guy, right?” he told you and simply looked at him with a smile. “Next to me, you are.”
And it wasn’t a lie. You were what he liked to call ‘pocketsized’ ; and believe him, he would love to just put you in his pocket if he could. He slowly shook his head but followed anyway as you placed your phone in the right position to film everything. He had to crouch down a little so he wouldn’t be entirely visible from behind you.
You filmed in only a few takes, needing to find the right adjustment so your arms could be seen. You grabbed your phone right after and began to look at the final take, a smile dancing on your lips. “It’s great!” you said, turning the phone to him so he could have a look too. You barely had time to notice the change in his expression before he grabbed your phone to put it away.
“What-“ you had only time to say before his hands encircled your your waist so easily, his thumbs touching. He looked up at you, his expression unreadable. “Are you okay?” you asked him, suddenly a bit flustered. A quick nod before he murmured a “bedroom, now” and grabbed your hand to lead you there. You weren’t sure what the video unlocked in his mind, but he wasn’t going to forget it anytime soon.
