THINKING ABOUT COACH!ART BEING ALL FLUSTERED AROUND PERVERT!READER ꩜ .ᐟ
WARNINGS .ᐟ age gap (art is in his 30’s, reader is in her 20’s). power dynamics (coach & athlete). reader is perverse.
you were surely doing this all on purpose, thought art—the witty responses, wandering eyes, tight and extremely short tennis skirts and the completely unnecessary subtle touches.
it started gradually at first, of course you’d been a total recluse when he first started coaching you, you both had, but with time you eventually opened up to him, your raunchy personality barring itself to him as soon as you felt comfortable around him.
you started talking to him as if he weren’t supposed to be your superior, as if you weren’t supposed to keep your and art’s relationship strictly professional.
it drove him mad.
each coaching session ended with him in the shower, his one hand bracing against the cold tiles of the shower wall while the other fisted his cock, his mind conjuring up the filthiest images of you; you bent over the net with your tennis skirt flipped up; you with your beautiful legs spread and over his shoulders while his mouth devoured the pretty pussy he imagined you had. just you, you, you.
it was starting to become a problem, to the point he’d lay awake at night thinking about you, talk patrick’s ear off about how he shouldn’t even want you like that, how he shouldn’t even see you like that, to which patrick would reply with some sleazy comment on how you were both adults so who gave a fuck? he also had some inkling of a feeling that you knew just how much of a problem this was for him, well judging from your increasingly risqué behaviour around him.
he was right of course, you noticed, i mean anyone with eyes could see that coach art donaldson had the hots for his star player, it was as obvious as the tent in his shorts each time you’d “accidentally” brushed your hand across his crotch in passing, the twinkle in your eye giving your game away instantaneously.
today was like any other; you arrived at his home for your afternoon till late night training session, white tennis shoes tapping against the floor as you walked the familiar route through his home toward the backyard, leading to the private tennis court he coached you on.
a sultry smile made its way onto your lips at the sight of him shirtless, doing laps up and down the tennis court as he waited for you, chest glistening like a glazed donut, the sight straight out of porno.
you descended the steps to the tennis court, dropping your belongings on one of the benches court-side before clearing your throat.
art stopped in his tracks, lips parted as he huffed out air, gleaming with sweat as he turned to face you, the corners of his lips twisting up in that side smirk you got off too late at night, the look on your face already making him shake his head in defeat; he could only imagine what you were thinking right about now.
“oh don’t stop on my account,” you spoke, walking up to him, your eyes shamelessly trailing over his shirtless form, lingering on his pecs before swallowing, looking back up at him.
“you’re late,” he quips, his lips forming a thin line as he uses the towel he’d grabbed in passing, patting the back of his neck before laying the white towel over his shoulder.
you rolled your eyes at his retort, stepping closer till the toes of your shoes touched his, your hand reaching up for the towel, bunching it up in your dominant hand before beginning to pat down the front of his neck, moving the fabric down along his collarbones before stopping just above his hardened chest, your eyes filled to the brim with mischief as you looked right into his blue ones, before continuing, your other hand bracing itself on his bicep, nails digging into his skin.
this was what he was talking about; though this could’ve been interpreted as a kind, friendly gesture, the slight curl of the corners of your lips, your fluttering lashes, it all pointed to the glaringly obvious sign—you were doing all of this just to rile him up, and it was clearly working.
you tossed the towel back to him after patting down most of his chest and abdomen, tilting your head up at him before speaking, “you’re welcome,” you hummed, your bottom lip caught between your teeth in that way that made him lose his mind, the apples of his cheeks tinting a light shade of pink, the same shade you were so sure his pretty (and currently hard and aching) cock was.
and with that you turned on your heels, jogging back to your belongings to pick up your tennis racket, leaving art clenching and unclenching his fists as he stayed in place, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before smiling, shaking his head, sneakily adjusting himself in his white adidas shorts.
Idk if anyone in the cod x reader community has done this idea sooo if they have so be it?
Tw: exhibition kink, pervert!reader, virgin!reader, size kink, camgirl!reader but you don’t see her face, very ooc!tf141, it got long kinda but if this is liked I’ll do more with Gaz n price on how they find your page!
But ugh I was thinking of pervert!reader who can only get off in certain scenarios maybe you discover this little tucked away closest which you also found out only you have the key to, it worked one day and you’d come in to destress after a hard day.
Now you aren’t even in tf141 you’re just some rookie who will occasionally see them but even then that’s rare, but when you do, you make sure to revel in whichever member it is and ingrain what they’re doing in your head. Gaz could be running a box down the hall and spare you a small smile and you’d be thinking about it all week. It’s small interactions like these with the 141 that’ll fuel your needy little cunt.
With all these encounters you’ll find yourself on your back on the small cushioned bench with the yellow dingy light being your only source, phone propped up against the wall with a sweet view of your pussy, never ever your face, even being in your military uniform is giving enough away but the never see your face nor the top half of your body, your most intimate parts being displayed for your little niche following to see.
Youre already a little wet from earlier so it isn’t hard to collect the wetness seeping from your hole and swirl it around your throbbing bud. You just do that for a minute swishing two fingers and making the number eight over and over again, purely off the encounter you had with price where he accidentally tripped you and in the process of helping you up flashed you one of his brightest smiles.
The camera is catching every action you make on your pussy, it’s catching the way you leak on the bench, the inexperienced way you can only dip a finger into your cunt before it becomes too much, your viewers would complain that you’d cum too quick and all the fun would be over but you can’t help it, too needy for your own good is what someone had typed while you were watching the video again to make sure there were no slip up’s.
And of course the tf141 notices your little crush you have on all of them you make it really obvious when you’ll think you’re being discreet but in all honesty they see right through you.
And of course Soap the pervert knows about your little page, he never skips one of your videos either, on his own time he’ll have his phone in hand and his cock in another watching the way you’ll softly finger your sensitive hole, he pictures himself ruining your cunt, forcing you to take three of his massive fingers just to see you tear up, you’ve always been a frightened thing when he would see you in the halls. He wants to split you open on his cock, he’d be gentle at first but once you’re adjusted he’ll show you something you’ve clearly been wanting.
He tried to keep it to himself but it had slipped one day whilst he was conversing with Ghost and he was forced to give up all the information he knew, it was supposed to be his own little thing but him and his big mouth. Now Ghosts eyes linger on your back when you aren’t looking, he’s managed to snag a look on soaps phone on how you’d practically torture yourself so you wouldn’t cum immediately. He’s glanced at your page and that’s all it is, the first few videos were of you rubbing your clit till you eventually moved on to your hole with the pressure from your viewers, they’d emphasize how good you would feel and then that’s all the videos were.
To him it looks like you’re just teasing yourself to death, too scared to actually give yourself something mind blowing unless you genuinely just don’t know and that seems to be the case.
pervert!reader who’s friends with her dormitory’s ra that has the key to every room meaning you also had the key to every room, so making a copy of art’s key was a simple task. you never really used it until now when you had return a pair of his underwear you took last week during one of your study sessions. art had left you alone in his room to get snacks from the vending machine down the hall. you couldn’t stop yourself from rifling through his top drawer and pulling out a pair of fresh boxers, and slipping them into your backpack. your wore them around your room and to some of your classes. you’d lay on your back in your bed, walking your fingers along the waist band before sliding your hand into them. you spent a week making a mess of his underwear, but you were nice enough to wash them before placing them back in his drawer. you were only supposed to put them back and leave, but art’s unmade, messy bed was practically calling your name. so you laid on it. putting your head where his would go, his scent immediately invades your senses and let out a sigh pushing your face into his pillow. you wonder if he jerked off in this bed, how many girls had he brought back here and fucked in this bed. soon you were unzipping your jeans and pushed them off your legs. you let out a low moan when you while you worked circles on your clothed cunt. your mind began to wander, imagining that it wasn’t your own hand bringing you pleasure but art himself. you imagined his rough hands all over your body, touching and rubbing you in all the right places. “a-art.” you moaned into his pillow. taking his other one and slipped it in between your legs, you humped your clit against the fabric of his pillow. images of art on the tennis court dripping in sweat, sometimes shirtless, flooded you mind. you could hear his grunts from the how hard he would hit the ball so vividly as if he was in the room with you. fucking you. “oh my god, oh fuck!” your eyes rolled back and your hips rolled harder down into the pillow, murmurings of his name fell from your lips. you moan into his pillow as you orgasm rushed through you. catching your breath, you moved to lay of your back. you turned to eye the picture art had on his nightstand of him and his friend patrick. it looked like it was taking a while ago, but he still look as beautiful as ever. your finger lightly traced over his face in the picture. closing your eyes you imagining he was laying right next to you and it wasn’t a picture you were touching.
CONTENT. Sexual content, handjob, dryhumping, dub-con?(idk if it counts)
SYPNOSIS. Girlie has some secret feelings about her bestie she just had to put on paper but what what will she do when said bestie discovers it
Masterlist
You never meant to see your childhood bestie in this way. The boy you met because he fell on the playground and straight up started sobbing as if it had never happened to him before, so you went over there, helped him up, dusted him off and ever since you have been inseparable.
That’s why as your teen years started, and he started growing into this cocky annoyingly handsome man with the sharpest blue eyes you’ve ever seen and a pretentious attitude that hid your affectionate clingy sheltered best friend behind it, you realized you could never be with him as he was too untouchable and the best thing to do was to bury your feelings and keep them a secret.
You should’ve also realized that eventually all secrets get revealed, and even entertaining the thought of ever sharing something more than friendship was dangerous. Especially if your thoughts were increasingly dirty.
It’s just that one night, alone in your room, your hands in your panties, frantically rubbing your swollen clit desperately trying to scratch and itch that had to do with your white-haired bestie, but Twitter and your imagination alone didn’t seem to do it anymore, so you had to create your own spank bank. The nut you got from that didn’t compare to any you had before, so you kept writing more. Even when he was in your room just hanging out, as you usually do.
You should’ve been more careful.
You could see on his face he was planning to keep it a secret, but when you came back from getting some snacks and saw how he was sitting on your bed, face completely red, lookin at you with his blue puppy eyes, that got you feening for him like this in the first place, like he did something terrible. His face completely red, pushing his hard bulge down in a failed attempt to conceal it while looking at your open laptop.
You pathetically start crying, burying your face in your hands out of embarrassment.
“I’m so sorry, ‘toru, I know you’re probably disgusted by me, and I’m not gonna blame you if you want nothing to do with me.”
Satoru immediately jumped up and hugged you, frantically trying to wipe your tears away and comfort you. “I-it’s okay, I’m not disgusted at all!”
You sniff and wrap your arms around him before jumping up and closing your legs around his muscled body to give him a bear hug, bringing your body even closer to his. Which is not an unusual position for you guys, since you are best friends and have always been really close and physically affectionate people.
“Really, are you sure? I wrote stuff no best friend should be even thinking about their other best friend” you pout
Satoru groans as his erection is now getting squished against your pussy, which is barely covered by the skintight satin booty shorts you prefer wearing at home.
“Y-yeah, it’s natural, right? Besides, my parents said that if you do that stuff with random people, you can die from diseases, it’s safer to experiment with someone you know well.” He earnestly looks into your damp eyes, obviously feeling awful that he invaded your privacy like this.
Butterflies erupt in your stomach because you can feel him twitching against your clit at the thought of the stuff he read about on your laptop. You can’t stop your body from ever so slightly grinding against him as he holds you up with no effort. At first, both of you didn’t notice being too enveloped in the emotions you were feeling, but the longer your movements continued, the wetter your cunt got, and satoru definitely felt that.
“Mmf w-what are you doing?” Satoru croaks out as the stimulation of your soaked cunt rubbing up and down his cock starts to make him weak in the knees.
You realize what you’re doing and immediately jump off him and run towards your bed and plop face down into your pillow, cursing at your body for being so horny. Satoru carefully sits down next to you in silence, like he’s pondering over something.
“U-uhm if you want, we could try some of the stuff since we’re best friends, and it’s better to do that together where we're safe rather than risk it w-with other people” with every word he fumbles out of his mouth he gets quieter until you can see his lips moving but can’t hear anything.
“What?” You turn around and sit up to fully face him as he also fully sits on your bed with his legs crossed In front of you.
“I said if you want to, we can try to do some of what you wrote,” he mumbled with his head down.
Oh? Oh
You lean over and grab his face with both hands, making sure he’s looking you in the eyes. “Are you sure, ‘Toru? I don’t know if you’re supposed to do this with your best friend.”
He frowns at the thought of you doing any of the things you wrote about doing to him to anyone else. He grabs you by the waist and effortlessly lifts you and places you down on his lap, facing him with your legs crossed behind his back.
“I’m not very experienced with any of this, but I wouldn’t want to try this stuff with anybody but you,” he blushes
“Me neither, but I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I mean, I’ve read about it often, but I don’t know If any of that stuff is real.” You look down, getting insecure again.
He puts one arm around your waist, pulling you closer and uses the other one to reach over to grab your laptop and simultaneously keep you in his lap, but the movement accidentally slithers your still sensitive crotches in the perfect snug position for his needy cock to bully its way between your puffy lips.
Neither of you dare to move as he starts reading everything you wrote. As the minutes go by and your embarrassment increases, so does the blood flow to his shaft, and before you know it, he’s growing more and more and pressing even harder at your special spot.
He clears his throat. “From what I’ve read we should start with kissing” he puts your laptop away and now has both hands planted firmly at your waist making sure you can’t move a muscle unless he moves it for you.
Fuck it.
You press your lips against him so quickly; he wasn’t quite prepared just yet, but just as soon you pull away. Your heart is beating so quickly you’re actually concerned he can hear it.
Clearly the peck wasn’t enough because he follows your lips and you collide. Softly brushing against each other again and again until you start kissing harder and faster, the wet sounds are growing increasingly louder. You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing, but you don’t want to stop anytime soon, but the lack of oxygen is making you lightheaded. You pull back and gasp for air.
“Oh~ that felt really good,” you giggle.
He runs his hand through his hair. In an attempt to cool down a little, and smiles cockily at you, “Yeah, I know.”
"Do you wanna continue-"
He attacks your mouth again, but this time even more feverishly. In a moment of bold bravery, you nip at his lower lip and swipe your tongue across it. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just swipes back. You gently open your mouth, and he takes it as a sign to do the same. You pull back again, and he sighs irritably.
“‘Toru I’m gonna try something, I promise it’ll feel good.” He looks at you expectantly.
“Open your mouth a little”
“Stick your tongue out”
“Good” you coo at him before taking his tongue in your mouth and suuucking.
He went limp and started mewling in your mouth. The sound intensified as does the throbbing of your slick cunt, so you started moving back n forth on his leaky cock, looking for some relief. Your mouth turned slack at the feeling of his thick mushroom tip rubbing against your clit.
“Fuuuuuuuhck”
He used your moment of distraction to explore your mouth with his tongue roaming around the entire hot cavern, not leaving an inch unexplored like he wanted to burn the shape of your mouth in his mind.
“Uh~ ‘toru please,” you wanton out with pure need. You didn’t even know what you were begging for in the first place.
He humps up at you, making the friction even more delicious. You feel something build up on your core, so you start going faster until you’re bouncing on him, but it just isn’t enough. You hastily remove your shorts, leaving your bare from the bottom down, and start working on untying his sweatpants.
“‘Toru can I take it out, please?”
“Huh?” He clearly was paying more attention to your drippy cunt as his eyes were glued to your soft looking folds
“Can I take your dick out? It will feel better this way.”
“Y-yeah, sweetheart whatever you want” As the words spill out of his mouth he’s already lifting his hips so you can pull down his pants, now you’re both naked on the bottom.
“Your dick is sooo pretty ‘Toru and HUGE.” He looks shy after your bold statement.
His leaky tip is calling to you, so you tap it with your finger. Both of you giggle as his weeping cock jumps at the sensation. You touch it again, but this time you run your finger down a vein before wrapping your hand around his cock, or at least you attempt to, one of your hands isn’t enough, so you use both hands to start pumping up and down, but he quickly stops you.
“Wait, it’s too dry” His eyebrows are furrowed up like It pains him to stop you.
U have a solution for that
You take two fingers and drag them in between your pussy lips to gather moisture for good measure; you also spit on your hands.
That should do it
You look up at him all doe eyed to measure up his reaction as you wrap your slick and spit covered And run it up and down his cock, mixing it with his precum.
This is the hottest thing he has ever experienced, and he fears he might faint. His eyes screw up, and the wind flies out of his body as you take a tight grip on his cock and start rapidly fisting his cock, twisting as you go down. The squelching sound of his cock being milked fills up the room.
He truly doesn’t know what has overcome him, he’s moaning like a bitch in heat as his eyes roll to the back of his head and his hips start thrusting up at you.
You’ve seen enough videos to know he’s close, so you scooch down, plant your pussy on his lower leg, and start humping it like a crazed animal. You lower your head to graze your nose through his white pubes and give him a kiss on his tip before licking a stripe in between his balls.
You’ve killed him.
Or you might as well have. His stomach is swimming with butterflies, his eyes cross and roll to the back of his head, and he lets’s out a high-pitched whine before he starts shaking like you’ve electrified him while spurts of white-hot cum fly onto the both of you.
The moment the first drip of nut hit, you creamed all over his leg. Still, you don’t stop pumping his softening cock and fondling his balls until he’s thoroughly milked, overstimulated and bucking your hands away.
“Soo How was it?” You drawl out.
When you don’t get an answer, you look up at him, but he’s staring at nothing, clearly blissed out.
You stand up to grab a towel so you can clean some of the white gooey liquid off of you. When you turn around again, he’s knocked out.
You clean off the both of you before falling asleep next to him.
Master list next
Part two?
Dis my first time ever writing smut have mercy on meee…
note: this fic is longer then my usual, hope you enjoy!
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it worked. you asked him stupid questions in class, pretended not to know the answer when the teacher called on you, and got bad grades on purpose. for a month. all for this moment. you were failing chemistry and desperately needed help with your final project so you begged harry to come over to your house and help you. and it worked. right now you are getting ready, applying strokes of your strawberry victoria secret lip gloss awaiting harry’s arrival. you were slipping on your abercrombie shorts —that were way too short—when a knock echoed through the house you took a deep breath after running to the door. you plastered on your most innocent expression and opened the door.
“hi harry! im so glad you’re here!” you smiled. “hey y/n,” his eyes slowly trailing down towards your cleavage. “ready to um.. tackle this project?” he said nervously. “totally!” you tried not to squeal as you stepped aside inviting him inside. “im so glad you’re here harry, i was starting to panic.” you say referring to your grades, guiding him into your room, the air subtly scented with the sweet fragrance of your perfume. you sat at your desk as harry hovered over you. “honestly harry, i don’t know what i would do without you.” you leaned closer toward him, looking up at him. “so, where do we start?” harry cleared his throat.
as he explained the concept, you pretended to listen intently, but your mind was racing. his voice was so close, a low murmur that vibrated through you. you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and the subtle a scent of his cologne filled your senses. it was intoxicating. “so you see,” he continued. “the ratio of reactants to products must be equal in both sides of the equation.” “right.” you nodded. “equal, got it.” in reality you were too focused on the way his hair fell across his forehead, the way his lips moved as he spoke, and the way his hand rested just inches from yours on the desk. “are you sure you’re following?” harry questioned. “because this is really important.” he stepped back from the spot he was hovering above you. “no- no i promise im listening,” you grabbed his wrist. “maybe.. maybe we should just take a break. i’ll get you a drink, sit on my bed!” you hurried to the kitchen and stalled long enough for harry to sit on your bed and find your diary. he knew it was wrong for him to read it but something took over him.
april 4th, diary entry #104 ♡
harry is coming over next week to help me study for chem. i can’t help myself but think about him at night when i slide my hand between my legs. his smart and knowing demeanor and his thick biceps going around my neck. i imagine my hand is his as i pump two fingers inside my-
harry’s mind is interrupted at the sound of you coming back upstairs from the kitchen. he quickly places the diary away from him and acts busy, adjusting his pants that have grown tighter. “here you go!” you say as you hand him the water. he murmurs a thank you as you notice his face is now flushed and there’s a tent in his pants. you sit right next to him on the bed and you can hear his breathing getting heavier. “you okay harry?” you ask with an innocent expression. your eyes travel down to his now extremely noticeable boner. he covers himself up embarrassed. “oh my god im so sorry y/n”. he stood up ready to gather his things but you grabbed his arm stopping him. “don’t apologize harry, let me help you.” you say slowly lowering down to your knees infront of him. “oh no. i couldn’t possibly ask you to do that.” harry pleas trying to pull you back up. “don’t worry about it. you helped me, im just.. repaying the favor!” you say with a smile licking your lips, pulling his pants down. “you really don’t.. have to.. do that-“ harry unable to form a full sentence before your lips are wrapped around his thick tip.
you feel harry relax as you take more of him into your mouth. you grab his hand and put it in your hair, urging him to pull your hair. your hands rest on his thighs as you take more of him in, gagging on his hard, throbbing cock. you start to bob your head, sucking him eagerly. the vibration of your moans send shocks of pleasure through his cock. "oh my god..." he starts to move his hips, softly shoving more of himself down your throat. you feel his orgasm build up and send him a nod allowing him to come in your mouth. you look in his eyes through his entire release. this is exactly what you wanted. you’ve waited for this moment for a month. and you finally got it.
“so, should we continue studying?” you say with a smile, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
Introducing long term friend to the guys, pervert!reader.
NSFW below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.
pervert!reader who sends inappropriate videos or pictures to the guys under the guise they meant to send something else, aware of how much it's going to make them blush.
pervert!reader who openly flirts with, touches, and brushes against them in ways that will make them all flustered.
pervert!reader who asks to sit on folio's lap during rehearsal, all with the intention of feeling him getting hard and shamelessly grinding themselves against him.
pervert!reader who asks to join matt in the sound booth because it's the 'best view in the venue' and spends the entire time watching him, secretly touching themselves while getting off to listening to the boys perform.
pervert!reader who steals the guys boxers just to wear them and touch themselves until they cum, making sure to leave their own wet patch on them.
pervert!reader who wears the guys shirts or hoodies and purposely nothing else, letting them catch glimpses and watching them become flustered.
pervert!reader who has an oral fixation and finds any and every excuse to convince the guys to put their fingers in their mouth.
pervert!reader who asks the guys to send them voice messages when they're apart and secretly uses them to get off to because they love the sound of their voices. (inspired by this post)
pervert!reader who takes secret photos (non sexual) of their hands, mouths, arms, thighs and legs, for them to look through when alone and fantasize about.
pervert!reader who will sneak back into the tour bus when it's empty and choose a band members pillow to grind against.
pervert!reader who slips a mobile controlled vibe into their underwear and installs the app onto the guys phone, telling them to take turns playing this new mobile game.
pervert!reader who accidentally on purpose leaves their underwear out and around for the guys to come across.
so for the personal trainer!sukuna fic: she (we? i??) WRINGS THE SWEAT OUT OF THE TANK TOP INTO HER MOUTH. words cannot explain how much this cracks me up and brings tears to my eyes. mind you, i’ve literally read the story already but somehow i missed that bit and now i’m quite actually laughing (and gasping) out loud. i love a good filthy fucking degenerate reader ur actually frying me
arfabfhjgsbd nonny bae omfg lmfaooo. i was giggling so bad writing that, like "how deranged can i make this lil weirdo?" vbfvjxkhbv.
ahhh i need to write more pervert!reader the guys always get to be the feral ones its our turn now 💦😩🩷
