18+ Big scary men who let you slap them during sex.
He’s massive beneath you — broad chest, thick arms, powerful thighs that could easily pin you down if he wanted. But right now he’s on his back, letting you ride him however you want. His hands rest on your hips, not guiding, just holding you steady as you sink down on him.
You lean forward, bracing one hand on his chest, and bring the other down hard across his cheek. The sound is sharp. His head snaps to the side with the force of it. A low, guttural groan rumbles out of his chest as he twitches hard inside you. “Fuck… do it again,” he rasps, voice wrecked.
You slap him again, harder this time, watching the way his eyes flutter and his jaw clenches. His hips buck up sharply, driving deeper into you. The sting on his cheek blooms red against his flushed skin, but he doesn’t stop you. If anything, he looks drunk on it. “Harder, baby,” he begs, voice hoarse. “I can take it.”
You ride him faster, grinding down on him while you slap him again and again. Each hit makes him groan louder, his grip on your hips tightening as he lets you use him. His eyes stay locked on yours the whole time, dark and hazy with lust.
When you finally come, clenching hard around him, you slap him one last time, right as your orgasm hits. That’s what breaks him. He groans deep and filthy, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, thick and hot, pulsing with every slap you land.
Afterward, he’s breathing hard, cheek bright red, but he pulls you down against his chest and kisses you soft and attentively. His hand strokes your back gently, almost apologetically, like he’s the one who should be sorry.
“Again next time?” he murmurs against your lips, voice still rough.
You smile and kiss the reddened mark on his cheek.
a bit nervous, considering i’ve never sent an ask here before…if you’re comfortable with it, can you do a popular gyaruo reader x an emo loser who tutors the reader? theyre good friends, they’ve been friends for years. and like, theyre studying in the emo’s bedroom, when he leaves to go to the bathroom and m/n somehow comes across the emo’s notes on how much he’s obsessed with the reader and wants to feminize and dumbify him and freak shit like that. then emo comes back and gets mad at him for snooping thru his shit, and then they have sex!!
but if you don’t want to do it, just ignore this ask lol!! no need to do it if you don’t want to!!
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w.c › 6.7k
warnings › bottom male reader. OC.
kinks › lite feminization, manhandling, dumbification, degradation, dubcon
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“You and Matsuda-San are friends?”
That was how everyone, no matter their age, would react when you brought up Matsuda Kota casually in conversation. You were quite the persona since middle school. Going against the dress code to fit your gyaruo style. Kota, however, was quiet.
Some labeled him an ‘emo’ but he just had long black hair and mostly wore black clothing. At least that’s what he would say. His hair was so long that his bangs regularly covered his face.
You wore black clothing too—but they were often paired with bold pieces. You wore black eyeliner to make your eyes pop. It was only in university when you were able to go full out in being a gyaruo—a male version of a gyaru. Though you were on the more simple side of the aesthetic.
The full makeup and outfit took so much effort that you only did it on rare occasions. Or whenever you were in the mood to sit in front of a mirror for over an hour.
Your parents were lacking in the usual strictness that older Japanese people were known for. So you basically wild out—a stark contract to Kota whose parents were so overly strict it was concerning.
That’s probably why he spent most of his time over at your house. The two of you met in middle school. By pure accident.
You were sent to your homeroom teacher’s office for being caught with eyeliner. After a stern talking to and being shoved outside of the room with some wet wipes—you were too busy wiping your eyes to notice Kota standing in front of you.
It was only in middle school that you were taller than him. You bumped right into him, causing him to crash to the ground. His bento box spilling all over the floor.
“Woah! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You kneeled down and carelessly began scooping up the food with your bare hands, dumping them into the bento box. “Five second—”
“I’m not eating that.” Kota rudely interrupted you.
You blinked, finally glancing up to look at him. He had an ugly bowl cut and thick rimmed glasses that looked too big for his face.
“Pfft—!”
Your lips clamped shut as you quickly covered your mouth. Eyes wide while Kota’s narrowed.
“I don’t know why you’re laughing. You look ridiculous too.”
Kota huffed. He roughly grabbed his bento box from your hand and walked away. You stood up and looked to your left, seeing your reflection in the window.
He was right.
The makeup was all smudge—giving you perfect raccoon eyes. A laugh left your lips. It was honestly a look. You rushed after Kota and wrapped your arm around his neck. He grunted and tried to push you off but you used your height to rest your chin on his head.
“Since we both look ridiculous, we should hang out!”
Kota groaned. “What are you—?”
“My name is Togami (Name). But you can call me (Name), no one calls me Togami.”
“We just met, why—”
“Because it’s sooo boring. My name is so much better than Togami. Don’t you agree?”
“Well—”
“Anyway, what’s your name?”
“Matsuda Kota, why—”
“Can I call you Kota?”
“Are you going to keep interrupting me??” Kota yelled out, stopping you both in your tracks. You stared down at him before grinning slyly.
“Sorry, Kota-kun~ keep talking, keep talking. I think I really like you!”
“I didn’t give you permission—”
“Lunch’s almost over! Hurry, we don’t want to be late for class!”
“I said stop interrupting me!”
The rest was history. Which led to where you are now. University. You were able to dress up more and didn’t have to worry about getting in trouble with teachers for a little bit of eyeliner.
You and Kota decided to rent an apartment together. With your parents' help mostly. They were retired and had a decent amount of savings. Kota paid for everything else that your parents didn’t cover. You were just there to decorate the apartment.
Kota really didn’t care about that type of stuff. His bedroom was bare. Really bare. It looked exactly how it looked before you both moved in. The decoration he had in there was from you. Though he rarely allowed you in his room.
The apartment was covered in a lot of furry furniture. Black, brown, and gold. Leopard print… it was a mess but also somehow worked for the chaotic vibe you were going for. Your bedroom was the only real mess.
In any case, you and Kota lived together fairly well. Despite everyone being shocked that the two of you were even friends. You were outgoing and nice–Kota was quiet and a little bit rude. Everyone called you by your first name… no one but you could call Kota by his first name.
It actually got you into hot water once with Kota.
“You can call me (Name), I don’t mind!” You proudly said, grinning at your clubmate. You and Kota joined the photography club to kill some time. The club was meeting at a restaurant as a way to get to know everyone.
Everyone said their introduction. Kota’s was as bland as ever while you were practically bursting with excitement. You were sitting beside some guy–you couldn’t remember his name–and was telling him that he didn’t have to be formal with you.
A loud clink of glass hitting the table startled everyone even with the bustling sounds of people excitedly chatting. Eyes were all on Kota. His beer glass had a small crack on the bottom, the yellow beer slowly seeping free all over the table. He calmly grabbed some napkins and dabbed at the liquid.
“Uh, waiter!” The club leader waved someone down and pointed to the pointed glass.
You only watched Kota, blinking as he seemed to not even react to anything. Not when the waiter carefully took away the glass. Not as a few other clubmates wiped away the mess. Not when a new beer glass was placed in front of Kota.
Kota only grabbed a skewer of meat from the shared plate in the center of the table. He took a small bite, his gaze not even flickering over to you. It took a minute before everyone began to talk like normally, as if nothing happened.
As soon as the club leader had mentioned that everyone should start heading home–you were roughly grabbed by the arm and tugged to stand up. Everyone watched in silence as Kota grabbed your coat and backpack without a word.
He draped your coat around your body, buttoning it without allowing you to properly put it on. Your arms were restricted but he didn’t seem to care. Kota nodded his head at everyone, wrapping an arm around your waist and guided you outside.
“Kota. Kota, I can’t move my arms,” you tried to push your arms through the sleeves but Kota kept pulling you forward. His hand tightening his grip on the curve of your hip. “Kota!”
He hummed. “Does everyone need to call you by your first name?” His words suddenly stop you in your tracks. It was only now that he actually stopped as well. You both were far from the restaurant by now.
“I let everyone do that.” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“Maybe you shouldn’t.”
“Where… is this coming from?”
Kota looked you in the eye. There looked to be something there… the need to say something. Something that could possibly change things. But he only shook his head.
“Forget it.” He removed his hand from your waist, finally allowing you to properly wear your coat. You follow behind him as you slip the coat into place. His words swirled around in your head but you didn’t say anything.
You still allowed people to call you by your first name. At least the people you had already allowed to but for some reason, anyone new had to call you by your last name.
Nothing was said. It just happened.
But you couldn’t forget the one time Kota had overheard you introducing yourself to a new member of the photography club.
“Hi, I’m Togami (Name). You can call me Togami or Toga!” You said, smiling wide as you excitedly shook their hand. Your gaze flickered to Kota who was standing right beside you and his expression was pure smug.
A small smirk tugged on his lips. Big enough that even another member noticed and asked Kota what he was thinking about to smile like that.
Kota only hummed. “Nothing.”
That was really the only time Kota had ever been mean towards you. Or at least angry. Afterwards he didn’t use any force on you again. Which really made you wonder what upset him that badly.
But you never brought it up again.
“If you want at least a B, you’ll need to get an 80% on the final exam, Togami-San.”
You groaned, rubbing at your face. Your grades in college were decent. Could be better but decent. Your parents were just happy you weren’t flunking. The fact you even went to college surprised them and your entire family.
It wasn’t like you didn’t care but you didn’t go above and beyond like others. You studied like twice a week. Each time before an exam you studied a bit and somehow that allowed you to continuously get Bs and A minuses.
Good enough. Some would kill for that.
However your studying method was proving to be useless for one class. The one class where you had your first ever D.
Organic chemistry.
Now why are you taking organic chemistry?
Well because you’re dumb.
Dumb enough to not realize that you signed up for the wrong class until it was too late and you had to continue taking it. You were a literature major! Why would you ever need organic chemistry?
“It’s okay, (Name)-Chan~” Hinata, your classmate, gave you a wide grin. “Maybe you should do tutoring.”
“Tutoring?” Another one of your classmates chirped in, Genki. He was a fellow gyaruo who put more effort into everyday makeup in comparison to you. A true legend. “What (Name) needs is a miracle.”
Hinata rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it worse. You’ll stress him out. I know someone who took organic chemistry as a freshman and actually passed with a 99%!”
“99%? Woah,” Genki’s mouth dropped while you perked up at her claim. “How—? That professor is strict. How'd that kid pass?”
“Don’t know but he was even the teacher assistant last year. He’s good, really good. But he doesn’t just tutor anyone.” Hinata turned her gaze over to you. “You might have to really beg for it.”
You frowned, “beg…? Ah, it can’t be helped. I’m not failing that final exam!” There was no way you’d let this class ruin your semi perfect record of As and Bs. “Where can I find him?”
“He’s an engineering major! My friend said he’s currently a teacher assistant for engineering 101, class should be ending right now. Go stop him before he leaves!”
The thought of having to beg some stranger to hopefully pass your class was a little stressful. Technically your whole life was up to this one dude.
And judging by how Hinata had described him—he wasn’t exactly the helping type.
He already reminded you of Kota.
Ah, Kota.
A giddy smile pulled on your lips at the thought of him. It’s already been three years of living with him and you had begun to realize you had a crush on him. Nothing serious at the moment but it certainly was something.
You found yourself doing more things for him. Making him lunch or dinner. He wasn’t a breakfast person so you never forced that. Two days ago you even bought him a leather jacket that reminded you of him. Though you still haven’t given it to him yet.
You’ve given him things before. Especially not an expensive leather jacket. It was around ¥291,500. Nothing cheap at all. But it was real leather with fluffy fur around the collar.
Perfect for winter that was right around the corner.
Thinking about Kota, you began wondering what you should make him for dinner. You stood outside the classroom door just as students began to walk out.
“(Name).”
“Kota?” You blinked, looking over to see Kota standing right beside you. Your head tilted as you blinked. “You’re taking this class as a junior?”
Kota fixed the strap of his bag as he raised an eyebrow. “I’m the teaching assistant.”
“Ah!”
Well looks like luck was on your side after all.
You grinned and rushed to his side, grasping his arm with your hands. “Kotaaaa~”
Kota only hummed and looked down at you. The height difference wasn’t by much. Your head was the perfect height to rest on his shoulders—which you constantly took advantage of.
“Can you tutor me? In organic chemistry? I heard you passed the class and I need to get an 80% on the final exam to even pass the class. Please, please, please—”
“Sure.” He interrupted you.
You blinked.
That was really easy.
Well, getting him to tutor you was easy but he wasn’t an easy tutor at all.
“If you can’t even memorize this then don’t even bother showing up to take the exam.”
“Kotaaaa.”
“Try again.”
It had only been a week and you were pooped. Kota didn’t let up. Each day after dinner, you’d spend almost two hours sitting at the dining table as he tutored you. No breaks, no days off.
And yes you were certainly learning and retaining information… but you were also tired.
“67%,” he said, placing the mock final exam he made you take on the table after grading it. Despite his rough tone—you knew he was semi happy about your progress in just one week. “I’ll test you again next week.”
You sighed. Better than nothing. You used to get 20-30% on the exams. This was an improvement.
Kota cleaned up the dining table while you placed your head on the table. You were only going to close your eyes for a second. But soon you found yourself in bed. Hands tugging up your shirt.
“Kota?” You groggily whined, placing your hand over his. His hand was larger than yours. He stopped what he was doing and leaned away a bit.
“You’re awake?” He asked. You felt his hand slipping away but you quickly tightened your grip. With sluggish movements, you tugged his hand up, making him gently cup your face.
He didn’t stop you nor did he say anything. If you weren’t struggling to even stay awake, you would’ve noticed his thumb gently rubbing circles on your cheek.
“I got something for you.” You whispered.
“Like what? Is it a thanks for tutoring you?”
You weakly shook your head. “No. It’s…” your voice trailed off, eyes struggling to stay open. “It’s just for you. Because I like you. It’s underneath my bed.”
“Don’t fall asleep.” He gently tapped your cheek. “You still have makeup on.”
“I like you… didn’t you hear me?”
“Mhm.” Was all he said in response.
The rest of that moment was a blur. You remembered feeling makeup remover wipes on your face. Kota grabbed the box from underneath your bed but he didn’t open it in front of you. Your eyes were basically closed by then.
He whispered something and then you were fast asleep.
Another two weeks passed. It was uneventful. Kota continued tutoring you and you made significant progress. Your little puppy crush was beginning to grow by the minute. Especially now that you two were spending most nights together.
You didn’t have to ask about the jacket because not even a day later you saw him wearing it. It made you so giddy that you almost laughed right in front of Kota. Luckily you managed to hold it in.
Despite organic chemistry being the worst class you’ve ever taken—you certainly had to thank it for allowing you the opportunity to be near Kota for such long hours.
However there was something you began to notice.
Kota didn’t allow you in his bedroom.
At first you didn’t notice because well it’s not like he comes into yours. You both were close but still wanted the bedrooms to be your own personal space. But now that you two were studying together for a long period of time… you and Kota would sometimes study in your bedroom.
It was a mess, obviously, but Kota didn’t seem to mind.
But it was like his room was off limits before you could ever ask.
Nothing was wrong with that per se… at least at first. Until you finally realize it when Kota always keeps his door locked. The door was always closed and even locked sometimes.
That’s strange, right?
Was he hiding something?
What would someone like Kota have to hide? He’s such a normal guy at the end of the day. You were the one that had more to hide but your day was basically left wide open at all times. Even when you were changing.
Like right now.
You slipped on your boxers, yawning. The thought of looking for some pajamas felt like a hassle. Your body was tired and even struggling to stand up straight.
“Where did I put it…” you whispered mostly to yourself, rubbing your shirtless chest. It was certainly a sight to behold. Your makeup was only semi cleaned off, your eyeliner was being stubborn and your lips were stained from left over lipstick. It’s kind of why you never wear lipstick that often.
It always stained your lips.
Just like your clothes, your pajamas were also heavily influenced by gyaruo clothing. You even dabbled a bit in more feminine pajamas. Simply only because male pajamas were boring half the time.
You knelt down and grabbed your silk shirt. It was plain black but felt nice to sleep in. “Pants… where’s my pants?” You spun around, now facing the doorway when you finally noticed that you weren’t alone.
Kota was watching.
He looked like he had just finished taking a shower. Hair still damped while the towel laid around his neck. An old beaten up white t-shirt and black sweatpants. His bangs covered his right eye entirely.
You gulped. Your own semi nudity was the last thing on your mind. Just the fact of seeing Kota in clothes that didn’t cover his body entirely. Nothing baggy that hid his muscles. You were allowed to see everything.
Almost everything.
Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You didn’t even realize just how bad you were ogling him. Though it seemed to be mutual when you glanced up at his face.
Kota was staring at you. Really staring at you. His gaze flickering from your thighs to your chest. You still hadn’t slipped the shirt on yet.
Feeling yourself heat up from his strong gaze, you slipped the silk shirt on. That finally broke the spell as Kota quickly looked away. He began quickly drying his hair.
You finally found your pants, right near your dirty hamper. They were actually shorts. A matching pair to the shirt. You stepped into them and it was basically the same length as your tight boxers. These were one of your more feminine pajamas.
“Well,” you spoke, blinking slightly as you glanced over at Kota. “Uhh,” your lips pursed together. Hands wringing together. “Can I ask you something, Kota?”
He hummed. His eyes still focusing on anything but you.
“Can we… maybe study in your room one day?”
That caught his attention. His eyes snapping over to you. “Why?”
You froze. This was probably one of the first times Kota ever pushed back against a request of yours. Usually you could just say one word and he’d do it without hesitation. Not even asking why you want to do a certain thing.
It wasn’t always like that—that behavior didn’t start until high school.
“Oh well…” your voice trailed off. There was technically no reason. Or really any good reason. “Uhm, I just… want to change the environment.”
“We can study at the library.”
“Kota.” A pout on your lips. “I don’t wanna. I like being at home.”
“Then we can study on the balcony.”
That did sound nice.
You sighed. “Then… if I pass with an 89% can I celebrate in your bedroom?”
Kota raised an eyebrow. His face was neutral but you could tell he was getting agitated. The slight twitch in his upper lip, the way his grip tightened on the towel. “89%? That’s high.”
“Yeah, so if I do that good, then you have to grant my wish.”
“Why do you want to do that? Be in my room so badly?”
You were nosy, that was certainly the main reason.
But instead of saying that…
You said, “because I want to be in your scent.”
Which, in hindsight, was one of the stupidest things you had ever said.
I want to be in your scent? What did that even mean?
It was one of the strangest things you’ve ever said. And you were known for being weird to Kota.
Oh well—you couldn’t dwell on it too much because to your shock, you did it.
“How??” Hinata and Genki stared at the final exam paper in shock. There, written in bright red ink, was the percentage 90. You had done better than you had even thought was possible.
You simply smirked. “I managed to get that tutor you told me about.” Was all you said before heading straight home.
Kota was home, luckily enough. You had bought some take out and a case of beer. A smug smile on your lips as you walked over to where he was sitting on the couch.
He closed his book as soon as he saw you. His gaze solely focused on you. Your cheeks felt a little hot from his gaze but you straightened your posture. You placed the food and drinks on the center table.
“I took the exam.” You reached into your bag, excitedly pulling the exam paper out. The paper was folded as you handed it over to him. He took it, you excitedly sat down beside him and inched close, wanting to see his exact expression once he saw your score.
Kota opened the paper and despite the fact his face didn’t move an inch, you could tell he was proud. “Amazing.” He simply said, placing the paper on the center table. “How do you want to celebrate?”
You pursed your lips, eyes looking to where Kota’s bedroom was located. There was nothing else that needed to be said. Kota got the hint immediately.
Kota’s bedroom was the exact same as you remembered. The last time you had seen it in its full glory was maybe a month after you both moved in. To say it had no personality was an understatement.
It didn’t feel lived in if it weren’t for his studying material all over his desk. You plopped down on his bed as he sat at his desk, placing the items you brought on the surface. He glanced over at you with an unamused expression.
“This is all you wanted to see?”
You eagerly nodded your head. “Well yes.”
“You’re weird.” He opened a bottle of beer with a bottle opener. “Enjoy my scent.”
Your cheeks felt hot.
Kota’s room really was uneventful. He didn’t even have a tv. You stuck to watching something on your phone. About an hour or two passed when Kota excused himself to the bathroom.
You only huffed and moved to rest more comfortably on the bed when you felt something poke your back. It felt like a notebook. Underneath his pillow was a small little notebook—a diary was your first thought.
Now, did you originally plan to snoop around Kota’s room? No, you did not.
But now that you had the opportunity to possibly read his diary were you going to miss it?
No.
While you might be able to understand Kota’s expressions after spending so many years with him—it was too tempting to be able to read about his thoughts.
Who was he talking about? Jealousy bubbled deep within you. Who was lucky enough to be the object of Kota’s affection? It wasn’t like he talked to many people that weren’t you.
You gasped as the diary was roughly ripped from your hands. It was there you came face to face with an overly pissed Kota. A first. The last time you ever saw Kota this angry, his face actually showing the full emotion, was back in middle school.
Your stomach began to twist into knots. The idea of angering Kota this much hadn’t even crushed your mind. Sure you were pushy sometimes but you never wanted to ever make him feel this way.
It was silent. Your mind raced a mile a minute. But nothing left your lips.
Kota let out a humorless laugh. Another first. He stared down at you. “Are you weirded out?”
“Huh?” A soft gasp left your lips. Your eyes flickering up to stare at him. He towered over you. You sat on your knees on the bed.
He waved the diary. “You read what was in this.” His voice sharp. “You’re weirded out, right? You want me to leave don’t you?”
“Why—? Why would I want that?” You quickly moved to stand up but Kota grabbed your shoulder and shoved you back down. It should’ve upset you that he put his hands on you but you felt your cock twitch in your pants.
“Stop acting dumb.” He carelessly tossed the diary behind him. His eyes never left you. The intensity in his eyes scared you but also made you incredibly horny. Who knew he could act like this? “You read it, you saw what I wanted to do. Degrade, feminize, and dumbify—you saw it, didn’t you? Don’t spare my feelings.”
You quickly shook your head. “I wouldn’t… I wouldn't judge what you… do in your free time.”
Kota froze. He raised an eyebrow before leaning further down. You leaned back until your back bumped into the wall, effectively caging you in.
Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. You clamped your legs together. Why was this actually doing something for you?
“How did you get that 90% on the exam?” He finally spoke.
“Huh?”
“You. I want to degrade you.” His hands pressed on either side of the wall, gaze harsh. “I want to make you pretty, only to ruin you for anyone else. Who else would I ever want to see naked beneath me?”
“…huh…? Kota…?”
Kota sighed. “I’ll move out as soon as possible.” Was all he said as he began to pull away.
“Wait—!” You grabbed his shirt and tugged him back towards you. The force causing him to accidentally bump his nose against yours. “Ow,” a whine left your lips but you quickly pushed through the pain. “Why… why are you going to leave me?”
“Did you not understand a word that I said?” Kota responded, his tone exasperated.
“I did. I did and I don’t mind. I like you! Didn’t you know that? I told you…”
Kota tilted his head. His gaze focused solely on you. “You always tell me that you like me. Was I supposed to believe that one time was different?”
You frowned. “Well I did mean it differently. I meant that I like like you.”
“You like like me?”
“Mhm.”
Kota laughed. You were seeing a whole new side to him. “Do you like me enough to let me do whatever I want to you?” He asked, his voice deep. There were simple words but somehow they felt heavy in your chest. It didn’t feel like it was a simple easy thing to agree to.
He seemed mad but not that mad that you thought he would’ve been. It felt different. A scary different. But not scary enough that you didn’t nod your head in agreement to his words.
“I need to hear a yes.” He said.
“…Yes.” You whispered. “I really like you.”
For the first time ever, Kota’s lips pulled into a wide smirk.
Your cock twitched at the sight.
You would’ve never expected that Kota would be the kinky type. Honestly you ever really expected that he’d be into sex… or anyone really. He didn’t seem like the type. It’s why you didn’t expect anything to happen from your feelings.
But here you were, hands tied together above your head with Kota’s belt. Undressed—your boxers being the only clothes you were allowed left.
Kota didn’t say anything at first. He had silently tied your wrists together, manhandling you to rest on the bed. His hands gripped your skin. It felt harsh and rough but it didn’t scare you.
“Kota…” You whispered.
He was silently taking in your body. His hand slowly tracing up and down. As his hand reached your inner thigh—you let out a gasp. Your legs clamped together as your cheeks heat up and feel hot to the touch.
“Kota… are you mad?”
“No,” he answered. His hand squeezed your thigh before he reached his other hand and grasped your other leg. He easily parted your legs open, it happened so fast you didn’t even register it until your legs touched the bed.
Kota sighed. His gaze flickered up to look you in the eye. “I’m not going to do everything I ever wanted.” He said. That somehow disappointed you. “I don’t want to rush this… not now.”
“Rush?”
“(Name),” he whispered your name as if he was worshipping you like a God. So soft and tender though his eyes held a certain hunger that made your stomach clench. “I’ve always wanted you to cry on my cock—letting your makeup mess up your face.”
“Really?” You couldn’t help but grin. “Is that why whenever you saw me with my makeup a mess, you’d get quiet?”
Kota didn’t respond. He moved to sit between your legs. “When we moved in together, I thought I’d have to deal with you bringing in random people to have sex… or maybe even get a boyfriend. How lucky am I that you aren’t able to date anyone?”
“Hey, I was single on purpose!”
“Sure.”
You frowned but before you could say anything else Kota pushed your legs forward. A strained grunt left your lips. The stretch was a little unnatural—not a position you’ve ever done before.
“Since it’s our first time, I’ll be nice. Okay?”
“You’re a virgin?” You muttered, blinking slightly.
“Aren’t you?”
“Ah,” you quickly looked away, biting your bottom lip. “Not… exactly.”
It was silent.
Too silent.
“Kota…?”
The sound of fabric tearing caused you to cry out in shock. You looked over to see Kota focused solely on your legs. Your boxers were torn open, the cool air teasing your hole. Embarrassment shot through your body when you realized Kota would have a perfect view of a certain something in your ass.
Finally, your little secret was revealed.
“(Name)…” Kota chuckled, his voice deep. His index finger circled around your sensitive rim. Your body shook from the touch. “Is this a butt plug?”
So, it wasn’t as if you expected sex today. You had just wanted to be a little… adventurous today. After your exam you had actually come home first before going back out to buy the food and beer. Just for fun.
It was a small plug. Only stretched you a little bit to where you could feel it if you shifted just right. But other than that it didn’t feel like anything was inside you.
Really the only thing you expected tonight was using your dildo late at night as you imagined Kota fucking you instead. Luck was really on your side today.
“Did you wear this all day? Even when you took your exam?” Kota grasped the edge of the plug, slowly tugging it out. You gasped—tugging at the restraints around your wrists. “Did you masturbate like a pervert, hoping no one would notice you rocking in the chair, trying to focus on the exam while making sure the plug hit your prostate?”
With a simple shift, the tip of the plug pressed directly on your prostate. A loud moan left your throat. You wanted to tell him that he was wrong. That he was making stuff up. Degrading you.
But the continuous, slow rub against your prostate took over your thoughts. All you could focus on was gasping and moaning in response. Nothing else could escape your lips. Your cock twitched. It was still covered inside your tight boxers.
“Kota,” you mewled.
“Such a slut. Is that why you’re so flashy?” He asked, pressing down on your prostate. “You want everyone’s attention on you. Not just your looks but also from your sex appeal? So perverted, Togami (Name).”
You sniffled. Your wrists tried to break free from the belt but somehow it was wrapped tightly. You could only bring your hands down to try and cover your face from Kota’s intense stare.
“Am I not enough?” Kota moved up, his body now towering over you. His free hand grasped your wrists and tugged your arms to rest above your head once more. “Do you need everyone else’s attention? I’m not enough for you?”
You quickly shook your head. The words escaped you—only broken wet moans leaving your parted lips.
“Fine.” An almost pained laugh left Kota. “They can look…” he leaned down, his breath teasing your face. “But you’ll always be mine. Only I can see you, touch you, and ruin you, do you understand?”
Kota pulled back when you didn’t respond. His glare sharp as he roughly pulled the butt plug out. He tossed it behind himself. “Answer me with words.”
“Mhm, ngh,” you nodded your head. It was hard to speak, your throat was already dry. You haven’t even been fucked yet and you already felt tired. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
You let out a shuddered moan. Your legs wrapping around Kota’s waist. It felt so sinful for you to be practically nude while Kota was still dressed. He was wearing a black sweater and black pants—his usual winter clothing.
“You’re perfect for me, (Name)… I don’t even need to prepare you.” Kota unbuttoned his pants. His gaze focused solely on you. “I won’t be nice. I’m going to fuck you and if you manage to cum, good. If not…” his voice trailed off.
The thought that he wasn’t even going to try and make sure you would come too. To just use you for his own pleasure… made your whole body shiver.
Shit, you were really learning new things about yourself.
Kota was never known for being particularly nice. Sure he did nice things for you but that never meant he wasn’t a little rude to you still. Even if you were his favorite person. He had no issue degrading you. And it was shocking to yourself that you didn’t mind it at all.
He didn’t fuck you nice and slow. He didn’t slowly ease inside you or anything like that. Your hole was still dripping from the lube and allowed for a semi easy entrance. Though his cock was bigger than your small butt plug.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The stretch felt otherworldly. Kota grasped your face, pushing your head down into the pillow as he began thrusting in an easy rhythm.
The slap of skin filled the room. Your gasps and moans came out in rough staccato. Toes curling as you bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
“K-Kota…” you cried out.
Kota pushed your head further into the pillow as his thrusts began to pick up speed. He was unforgiving—obviously chasing his own orgasm. True to his words he didn’t aim for your prostate nor did he touch your cock.
He was fucking you got his own pleasure.
“Mhm?” He grunted out. His thumb brushing against your lips, pushing them apart. “Does it feel good? Are you enjoying yourself?”
Each thrust sent a shock throughout your body. The sound of skin slapping, bed creaking from each thrust into your tight heat. It was sending you into a frenzy. You could’ve sworn that he was purposely avoiding your prostate. Just barely teasing it to cause a shiver in your body before ignoring it once more.
It was degrading. He was treating you like a toy.
You smiled slightly, eyes glancing up at Kota. He was a sight to behold. His eyes almost fully covered from his long bangs. He was sweating but still hadn’t made the effort to take off his sweater.
The jeans rubbed against your ass, chafing the skin. You’d certainly cry about it later but now it only served to make you moan. Every little thing he did that only served to please himself and not you… made your toes curl.
“Hey,” Kota cut in. “I asked if you’re enjoying it?” His voice deep and held an air of dominance.
A strained laugh left you, punched out in tandem with a particularly harsh thrust that almost sent you hitting the headboard. Your bottom lip was cut. A little bit of blood coated both lips and some on your teeth.
“Yeah,” you breathed out. Your eyes struggled to stay open, fingers curling to grip the pillow beneath you for a sense of purchase. “Love it so much.” An almost exasperated laugh left you.
Kota’s thrusts slowed down. His grip on your face almost loosened. He certainly didn’t expect such an answer from you. The willingness to accept his behavior as if it was a normal thing. A thing that you readily craved and enjoyed.
A perverted smirk pulled on his lips.
It was one of the widest smirks you’ve ever seen from him. With his eyes practically hidden behind his bangs—his smirk was the only thing you could use as a way to see what he was thinking. With that smile alone you knew he was happy.
Proud even.
This… was exactly what he wanted.
And how lucky was he that you wanted it just like him.
The last of his thrusts were almost cruel. He positioned his hips so his cock would tease your prostate. Barely a touch that was enough to even count as anything. You almost cried at the teasing—it was too much.
Your cock was weeping in your boxers. But you didn’t beg for Kota to start pleasuring you as well. No you enjoyed how he was fucking you. This was too fun. Better than anything you could’ve originally imagined.
Kota released his grip on your face, both hands reaching to grab your waist. He held your body still against the bed. Keeping you still as he delivered his last, harsh, heavy hitting thrusts into your ass. Each thrust earning a loud accompanying cry from you.
Hot wet cum released inside you. The fact that he didn’t even ask if he could only made you shivered in delight. A weak gasp left you. Kota spanked your ass as he pulled out. The cum slowly seeping out of your hole.
“You look beautiful like this.” Kota hummed, “next time I want to see you in full makeup when I fuck you.” He said. He grabbed your boxers, tugging them off when he stopped.
A soft humorless laugh left him.
“You actually came?”
Two fingers touched the lower half of your stomach. White cum leaking from your cock. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You didn’t expect that this would lead you to cumming in your boxers.
But here you were.
“Of course a slut like you would come untouched.” Kota leaned over you, gently freeing your wrists from the belt. He captured your lips into a hungry kiss—not allowing you to take any sense of control.
18+ mdni !! men who come home on their lunch break just to eat you out
His fingers tap a restless rhythm against the desk, eyes flicking up to the clock for what feels like the hundredth time. 12:24. Too slow.
His leg bounces under the table, breath coming a little too sharp for someone who’s supposed to be working. He’s waiting and barely holding it together and counting down to 12:30 like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.
You’re sprawled on the couch, legs tucked under you, scrolling aimlessly on your phone when the front door flies open. He storms in, eyes wild and searching, zeroing in on you like a man who’s been starving for days. “I only have fifteen minutes left,” he rasps, voice already wrecked.
Your bottoms hit the floor in one swift tug. He drops to his knees between your thighs, spreading you open with firm hands. His mouth descends, soft, urgent kisses to your clit, then his warm tongue licking slow, deliberate stripes before sucking hard.
He groans low against you, the vibration ripping through your core. His tongue pushes inside, fucking in and out in greedy strokes until you clench hard, coming with a shudder, coating his mouth. “Six minutes,” he mutters, muffled.
He pins your thighs wider, licking and sucking relentlessly until another orgasm crashes over you; sharp, blinding, your scream of his name echoing off the walls.
He pulls back just long enough to grab a bottle of water from the side table, pressing it into your shaky hands. With careful fingers, wiping between your thighs with a soft cloth, cleaning you gently, then tucks the throw blanket around your hips. Leaning down, he brushes a tender kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a heartbeat.
“We can finish this when I get off work,” he murmurs, voice low and promising. Then he’s gone again—door clicking shut behind him—leaving you flushed, boneless, and already counting the hours until he walks back through it.
tags: jack abbot x reader, mirror sex, piv-sex, NSFW 18+ MDNI
notes: guess who listened to "yes, chef" for the first time ever! so I took that little bit of Grant's fantasy about mirror sex and wrote this for jack and as smut homework for @oxalaia-quilombensis (I hope I get an a+ for this), tags are below the cut at the end, please enjoy!
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A thin, glistening strand of drool connected your lips to the duvet as your cheek brushed into the soft fabric with a rhythmic motion of back and forth. One calloused hand kept you steady, your hips up, knees and front pressed deep into the bed, while the other splayed between your shoulder blades with a firm downward pressure to keep you in position.
Fuzzy pleasure shrouded any attempt at bringing a thought to the front of your mind, keeping you warm and pliant for the body currently kneeled behind you. His grunts twisted and danced with the soft, punched-out breathy moans that escaped your lips with every harsh thrust of his hips.
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Through the haze, you desperately tried to remember what Jack had told you right before he bent you at the waist, but all you could focus on was the way his cock pressed so deep into you, you swore you felt him in your throat. You writhed against the duvet in a sweaty mess. Every inch of your skin tingled in an overwhelming heat that clung like the summer sun.
Your head turned as you swallowed down air, your lungs expanding as much as the position could allow. The small, cooling puddle of your drool felt like a relief against your forehead, but the shift had all the motion stopping. A confused whine crawled up your throat, and your hips tried to keep going, but a squeeze of Jack's hand, nails digging into your flesh, made you still against him.
You felt the way he slowly leaned down while the hand that had found purchase at your back slithered up and around your throat, palm finding your chin, lips brushing your ear.
"What did I tell you, huh?" he muttered.
In response, he got another whine, you being too fucked out to even think. All you could feel was pleasure and Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack.
He tsked loudly, the sound echoing in your ear. The hand around your neck gave a small squeeze before trailing up far enough to sink into your hair. In one fluid motion, he gripped your roots and tugged, lifting your face enough that you met your own lidded gaze.
Oh.
"Jaacckkk," you raspingly moaned.
He nuzzled at the side of your head, and his nosed bumped against your hairline. His hazel eyes met yours through the reflective glass of the mirror at the end of the bed.
"Thaaaat's iiiit," he drawled out, voice low enough you felt the rumble of his chest at your back.
As he watched you, he slowly drew his hips back before sharply bucking forward, the motion pushing out a short keen from deep in your lungs. But even he wasn't able to act as unaffected as he tried as your walls pulsed around his length.
"Do I need to hold your head until you cum around me, sweetheart?" he grit through his clenched teeth. "Would you like it if I did?"
"Fuck, Jack, please, I—" Your words morphed into a high-pitched moan after he tilted his hips to make his tip hit that soft spot deep inside your cunt. "I'm gonna c-c-c—"
Jack grunted loudly, almost collapsing on top of you at the suddenness of your climax, especially one that ripped through you untouched. His weight deliciously pressed you fully back down into the bed. His left hand planted in the spot next to your face, and he staved off his own high by halting once again, cock buried within your walls.
The air filled with the rhythm of your matching pants. Your body slunked sleepily as you came down, mind a bit clearer than it was before. However, you tensed back up as Jack began resumed his thrusting.
"Jack—"
He yanked your head back up by your roots and met your gaze through the mirror once again. "Gotta give me another one,sweetheart, because you didn't listen. Maybe this time you'll do as you're told and keep your eyes on me."
sum; leon and his wife, who he just missed so goddamn much and couldn't properly love because of the T-Virus, so now it's his job to remind her what she does to him
content; unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, kinda gross cum stuff, cum eating, spit & cum swapping with a kiss (just learned its called snowballing, thanks to the person in my comments who told me 🧡 LMAO), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, squirting,
wc; 1.2k
a/n; oh how I yearn for re9!leon 😩 he's so sexy. this was honestly just a reason to get nasty and push myself to be more comfortable with being actually a little gross in my writing... pls tell me if this is too much. im afraid guys 😓
You forgot how you had gotten here—all bent in half and sobbing for him to slow down as he shoved your face into the pillows. One second, he was pulling you close and telling you about Elpis and how he's okay and how badly he missed you, the next he's got you completely lost with pleasure, his cum pumping into you for the second time tonight as your cunt practically choked his cock, having reached your third orgasm of the night.
He pulled out, only to roll you onto your back and push your legs up. You didn't even get a warning as his cock slipped back into you, resuming the brutal, rhythmic thrusts that were made easier by the nasty amount of cum and slick that were seeping out of your walls.
"Fuuck," he hissed, head falling back slightly. "Bet this pussy missed me, too, huh? Gonna make up for all the nights I missed. All the nights I left you frustrated 'cause I couldn't touch you right.. 'm gonna make up for it all night, baby. Promise." He panted, one hand coming down to your clit to lightly smack at the throbbing bud. Your thighs tried to squeeze shut, but he kept them open with one hand and his body in the way.
"Lee!" You cried, body twitching and shaking almost violently.
"Come on, don't tell me you can't take it. You've been perfectly healthy this whole time. You can't take cock like you used to?" He taunted, watching the embarrassment bloom on your cheeks.
"N-no, 's not that—fuck!—I just—" You gasped, back arching as his fingers began to strum steadily, harshly against your clit.
"You what? Poor baby can't even speak. Pussy's too busy swallowing my fuckin' cock. You gonna cry for my cock? Gonna cry while you cum?" He purred, his words harsh but sugar coated in his tone. You looked up at him, a whimper squeaking out before your head threw back again, eyes rolling back and crossing like some dirty porno from Leon's dreams when he was a rookie. He growled, hissing slightly with restraint.
"Ho—ooh, oh, shit!" You squealed, hands pawing and pushing and scratching at his chest and shoulders as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly.
"Do it. Let me know I'm doing good. Didn't lose my spark, did I? I still know how to make my wife dumb for my dick, yeah?" Despite the dirty words, you detected a subtle and actual need for the reassurance. Given how long it'd been since you two were able to have normal penetrative sex, he had to make sure he still had his 'special touch' as he called it.
"Fuck! Fuck, 'm cumming!" You sobbed, body practically shrinking into the bed below as your entire body quivered and let loose, warmth gushing around his cock. He could feel your hole fluttering and pulsing, and his orgasm followed quickly. For the third time, a heavy load of cum spilled into you, his fat, hard tip kissing your cervix and pumping right against the limit. He panted. Finally, he showed some kind of shaking. His arms shook as he held himself above you, his breath hitching and faltering momentarily.
"'M sorry," he huffed, pulling back again, only to push his cock in once more. You whimpered, reaching desperately to grab at his wrist as he tapped and pinched lightly at your clit, eliciting a sound that approached a scream due to pure overstimulation.
"Leee," you sobbed, eyes rolling back. He halted for a moment, only to lift your legs over his shoulders. Your ankles linked together behind his head, and you yelped as his hands smacked against your thighs to hold you in place as he pumped his cock back and forth, heavy and mean with fat balls slapping against your ass.
"One more." He panted. "Fuck, just one more. One more, and I'll be all done. Just gotta make sure I make up for my fuck-ups." His fingertips dug into your thighs as he looked down at you, taking in the dazed, dumb, desperate look on your face. You were approaching your fifth orgasm—nearly four on his cock, the first one having been on his thick fingers. Despite the overwhelming sensations, pussy beyond raw, clit throbbing and twitching with every thrust, head lulled off to the side as you struggled to keep your eyes open even as his cock punched moans and mewls from your throat, your body jolting and jiggling with the thrusts.
With how overstimulated you were, how sensitive your body was, and the lack of breaks, it didn't take long to be on the brink of your orgasm again. A small, worried sob trickled from your throat, and Leon brought one hand to make you look at him.
"Lee, 's weird," you whined. "I-it feels funny again." You warned. Leon knew what that meant, and although he knew it embarrassed you, he had to push for it. He had to get you there. He had to finally earn his reward—with rapid strums of your clit, mean thrusts of his cock hitting your cervix, and mixing with the dirty words he let out, his reward came moments later.
Your vision blanked out and all you felt was full body tingling and warmth between your legs, liquid splattering back onto you as you finally squirted—the clear liquid spurting strong from your cunt and hitting his abdomen, dripping down his torso, another scream-like sound ripping from you as you pawed and tried desperately to grab onto him. He fucked you through it until the thick stream fell into a trickle as his own orgasm hit again. He rolled his eyes back, his final load less powerful but still enough to make you squirm.
Once your vision came back, your body relaxed, Leon eased your body down, shifting you so that you didn't lay in the mess you two had made. He pulled out, watching the nasty mess seep out, slipping down as your pussy pushed it out in thick globs. Your hole temporarily gaped from how long the penetration went on, and he didn't pass up the chance to lower himself as he held your hips up away from the mess. You didn't even notice him lowering until his lips were on your cunt, making you jolt and try to run from the sensation.
"'M cleaning my mess." He muttered, holding you in place as he used his tongue to clean you up. He knew it was beyond lewd, beyond gross, but he'd never be ashamed to admit that he liked to clean up the nasty mess that he'd make—a mix of your arousal and his cum, salty, almost tangy, and warm on his tongue. He kept true to his word—he didn't try to mess with your clit, ensuring his nose didn't nudge it, only licking up and suckling lightly to clean up the mess. At the end, he lapped at your folds and held some of the mess in his mouth before he crawled up your body and grabbed your face, leaning in for a kiss.
You whimpered, brows furrowing as you felt the swapping of spit, cum, and your own taste. It was nasty, but it made you quiver, your pussy twitching at the sensation. If you hadn't already cum five times, he would've easily gone again just to get rid of that twitching.
"I missed you." He panted, shifting off to the side as he pulled you to lay on top of him.
"Missed you, Lee." You breathed, quiet and shaky as you fell into his embrace.
soldier boy / ben who gets so worked up when he fucks you that sometimes his chest starts to glow… !
your cunt feels so good practically swallowing his cock that he just cant hold himself back! he pins all his weight onto you and slams into your pussy until the rooms filled with squelches and whimpers!! slick dribbles from your hole spraying onto his balls while ben groans into your ear calling you a “messy lil’ slut” and “dirty girl, ya like me pummelling you into the bed?” when your eyes roll back!!
as soon as bens close his pace becomes erratic chasing his own high- his eyes squeeze shut and his chest starts to glow showing the living bomb thats killed hundreds!! you should be scared but bens fucking you soooo good so instead your digging your heels into his ass to get him deeper inside you..
as soon as he stutters inside you, his thick hot cum painting your insides- the buildup fades away leaving ben panting into your neck and your legs shaking around his waist from fear and pleasure.
“almost got ya that time, didn’t i?” he’d say nonchalantly while pulling out and rolling over to light a joint- tucking you into his side and slipping the blunt between your lips to calm your nerves.
cw: rough p in v, choking, over stimulation, cock sleeve, smoking
a/n: Sleepy’s first smut post for this fandom. Ovulation is a fucking monster. Only lightly edited because I’m trying to write something once a week come hell or high water and I'm out of time.
Soap loved to have you on his lap, wouldn’t allow his bonnie to lift a single finger while he fucked you into oblivion. This time, you’d told him you were going to take a shower because you felt gross after a work out, but he wanted to make sure you were well and truly dirty before washing off the tangy smelling sweat he loved on you. Pheromones, he claimed. He waited until you’d disrobed, grabbed you around the waist, hauled you out of the bathroom, and shucked off his boxers right before falling back against the couch cushions. He’d let you grind against his dick for a bit, lubing him up with feigned control, before lifting you, lining himself up, and slamming you down just to watch you scream.
“Fuckin’ hell, bonnie,” he grunts, hands gripping your ass with a bruising strength. He uses his hips to toss you up and down his cock, “Ye were gonnae let aw this sweet slick get washed down teh drain? No’ on ma watch.”
Your nails dig into the nape of his neck, fingers twisted in the base of his mohawk as you were used as his own personal fleshlight. One rough hand jumps from your ass to where your bodies are joined together, pushing his fingers in next to his cock in your tight hole to stretch you further. Without breaking pace, he continues bouncing you while sucking his fingers clean. His eyes rolling back with your taste shoves you over the edge.
Your first orgasm is raw and shocking, his name torn from your chest as he fucked you through it with ease. As you come down, your hips go pliant and he drives you towards the next one. If there came a day where he only gave you one orgasm, you’d know he was an imposter sent by the enemy. You didn’t have enough brain power left to do anything but feel his beefy arms lifting you up and sinking you back down over his cock.
“Still nae ready fer a shower,” He grins, mouth sucking marks into your breasts between grunts, glancing down at the creamy ring at the base of his cock, “Gottae get ye real dirty, donnae wan’ ta waste water, aye?”
Sex with Soap was sometimes only twenty minutes, but the man’s ability to pull four orgasms out of you in that time left you wondering why others needed hours to achieve such a simple feat.
Price doesn’t have you on his lap very often, much preferring you on your back where he can hold you in a mating press and work himself into you until you’re fruitlessly trying to push him off of you. Sometimes though, after a hellish day of desk work, he wants to be selfish— deserves to be selfish. So he gets comfortable in his favorite arm chair, lights a cigar, and sits back to watch you bounce yourself on his cock.
And gods did you love to ride him, to take your pleasure just how you liked, alternating between rolls and impaling yourself on his meaty cock. John loved to watch your pleasure, your cute little moans and whines turn him on like no other. The only problem, if you could even call it that, was if you coughed from the smoke, your cunt would clench around him so nicely that he’d decide to come right then and there regardless of if you’d found your own release. You had to alternate between slow even breaths timed against his plumes of smoke to keep yourself from ending things too quickly.
“So greedy…” He murmurs, blowing smoke just above your head, enough to make your eyes water from the acrid heat. Whimpering, you pick up the pace, moving your hands from his chest to behind you, clenched his thighs for support. Your hips roll and bounce over him, moans spilling freely as you find the right angle for yourself and pick up the pace. Every raise of your hips burned your muscles and you were fighting against your own pussy walls sucking him back into your heat. He doesn’t mind the wavering pace, your cunt is his favorite place to be no matter the position. “All I’m doin’ is sittin’ here, but you like usin' me to feel good, don’t you? Come on, lass. Find your pleasure before I do.”
A keen is caught behind your bitten lip, nodding furiously as you work yourself over him. He was thick, stretching you out on every drop and only occasionally hitting your cervix. When a particularly harsh roll of your hips lights up your spine with a zip of pain, your hand slips and you nearly fall backwards off the chair. Price is quick to catch you, hauling you back up with a smirk.
“Careful… if I drop this cigar, I’ll have to start a new one.”
Gaz has his arm banded across the front of your hips, the other hand holding the base of your throat. Your back is to his chest as he pumps himself into you with steady thrusts. “Such a sweet little thing for me, just stay right here, yeah? Lemme take care of this sweet cunt for you.”
“Kyyyle…” You whine, hands pawing at his meaty thighs, but it's no use trying to get away. Once Gaz has you, you’re not going anywhere until he’s decided you’re both done. His cock’s natural curve drags against your walls at the perfect angle in this position and he’s ruthlessly precise about it. His grip tightens around your throat at ythe plea, not breaking the rhythm that has you climbing a familiar peak.
Gaz hushes you with a kiss to your temple, tongue darting out to taste the sweat beading at your hairline. It didn’t matter to him how long it took you to come, because once he’s picked a pace, that’s where you’ll both finish. You got off on his subtle control, the willing bondage of pleasure you gave up to him.
“Gonna come for me, babydoll?” He whispers, nipping your earlobe when your head lolls back against his shoulder with a shudder. He adjusts the arm pinning your hips as your back arches off his chest, “Come on then, squeeze me, babydoll.” His words send you over, a choked cry presses your flexing throat muscles against his palm.
When he feels your slick drip down his thighs, he moves again, slow punching thrusts into your silken walls as you mewl in over stimulation. Always the gentleman, he makes sure to give you exactly what you need before finding his own release. It’s only a few minutes later before he’s biting into the junction of your shoulder and flooding you with his come. Even as his cock softens and more slick drips down your thighs, he rolls you over himself just to hear the broken record of his ruined lover.
Ghost puts you on his lap when you’ve been a brat- bending over to pick things up you could have reached your arm down to get, pouting with a swish of your hips when he tells you to wait until he’s done with work, mentioning this fancy new vibrator your single friend swears by… all this left you sitting on his lap, fully dressed sans panties. He’d unzip his pants enough to free his cock, pull up your skirt around your hips, and impale you on his dick without preamble as he sat at his desk. If you moved, you got a slap to the ass, if you whined, he’d pinch your nipple, but usually if you were quiet and let him finish his work, he’d fuck you into next week.
You were not in the mood to be good today, he’d only gotten back from deployment a day ago but had only fucked you twice! You’d felt an achy emptiness the entire month he was gone and now you only got the occasional slow grind of his cock against your womb when he shifted position.
“Please please please… need more… please, Si…” You whine feverishly, fat tears in your eyes from how long he’s kept you stretched full without release.
“More? My cock isn’t enough for you anymore? Only gone for a month and you’re fucking feral for it.”
Ghost huffs, trying to ignore the smell of arousal permeating the room, seeping under his mask and trapping him in the smell he craved more than air. His gloved hand slips between your bodies, a single finger pressing rough circles into your clit. When you tried to roll against the friction he pulled his hand back, “Move and you lose it.”
Your lip pouts out in frustration and need, but you nod, biting your lip and focusing on staying still. At least this way, you’d finally be able to come. His finger brings you to the edge quickly, your whole body clenching around his cock like it had been weeks since your last release. Tiny twitches of your hips are the only movement he’ll allow besides the squeezing of your arms around his shoulders. You’re rewarded with a sharp intake of breath as he was squeezed like a vice by your wet walls.
His finger doesn’t stop its assault on your clit, his other hand leaving his work to hold your hips down against him, “No, you’re not done. You want to come on my cock so bad? Take it.”
You gasp, squirming against the overstimulation as tears fall down your cheeks. It’s not until the third orgasm he tears out of you that you realize his game— he would keep his cock resting deep inside you, not moving an inch, until the sweet clench of your repeated orgasms made him come.
Paring ꨄ︎₊⊹ bangchan x f reader (established relationship)
Summary ꨄ︎₊⊹ you never last long while riding Chris, so he makes you ride him until you cum
Warnings ꨄ︎₊⊹ SMUT, F/M, p in v, overwhelming for reader, praise, breeding, unprotected sex, fingering, being fucked up into
Authors note ꨄ︎₊⊹ I’ve been on a roll omg I’m writing these and posting them as I go so again they are really short
If you want any specific smut drabbles, request them!! I love writing them and would rather write things people enjoy
WC ꨄ︎₊⊹ 1.1k
BANG CHAN VER / LEE FELIX VER
You whine embarrassed putting your head down on his shoulder. His hands are on your thighs helping you ride up and down on his cock. Almost as a joke you told him you wanted to see how long you could ride him for. In the past it was never long before he was turning you around and fucking you out of your own impatience.
“That’s it baby, you got it.”
Your thighs burn from working them for the past 30 minutes. That was already longer than you ever have gone before. You wanted him to fuck you. You were over this.
“Chris-“
“Keep going. I’m not letting you stop till you cum.”
You lean your head on his shoulder whining at his command. He couldn’t be serious. You really don’t think you can keep up for any longer. The burning was insatiable, getting physically hard to move up and down.
Even then he was doing most of the work for you, using your thighs to lift you then slowly bring you back down.
“I wanna see your pretty face.”
You look up at him, with soft fucked out eyes. He smiles while groaning as you come back down on him. He leans down bringing one hand to your face to make you meet his lips. He kissed you like he was starving, sucking on your tongue, biting your lip.
You whine in response, breath heavy from all this working. Why was he making you work for it? You were getting impatient, your pussy soaking his cock and practically begging to be fucked.
You both pull away from the kiss to breathe. You try focusing on using him for your own orgasm like told you to do, but get distracted when you feel his mouth on one of your nipples and his hand going to your other. Your hips jerk from the sudden sensation and you bring your arms around his shoulders.
He licked one long strip before closing his mouth around it. The warmth from his mouth and the feel of his wet tongue working on the sensitive skin.
“Fuck, Chris please-“
“Come on, you’re so close. I can feel you pulsing around me. after you cum I’ll fuck you how ever you want me to, yeah? be a good girl for me and cum like this just this once?”
You mentally groan at him not giving in this time, but your body clenches around him at his words. His lips attach back to your chest leaving kisses up your body till he reaches your neck.
Your whines and whimpers as you slowly go up and down on him make him smile against your neck before sucking. You might not be able to mark him up, but he will mark the hell out of you.
The feeling of his teeth and tongue on your neck makes you grind your hips, desperately trying to reach your high. You were so close, it was just hard without much of his help.
“Mhm, there you go.”
You moan getting encouragement from him, you wanted this over with. You grind faster, feeling it build up in your core. Your legs are giving out and you whine in frustration, your voice weak as you speak.
“Chris, please.”
He listens and grabs your hips helping you grind on his cock.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll fuck you so good after this I promise. Is that what you want?” You nod quickly, hiding your face in his neck and shoulder.
“Princess, let me hear you.”
Your body twitches from the sudden warmth running down your body to where you and him connect. “Y-yes. Please.”
He leans back, spreading your legs apart, making you lay against his chest. His hips start moving to meet your movements, fucking up into you, making everything feel so much better. Your back arches, and your stomach tenses up before relaxing just to tense up again.
“Chris- I’m-“
“Yea, I can feel you. Cum for me, baby?”
You whine, feeling the pleasure built up in your core spreading throughout your body. Your legs shaking, your head feeling fuzzy, your body jerking as you pulse around him. He holds your small frame, still moving you up and down on his cock to ride it out.
It's not long before you feel him pumping his load into you, making sure it’s deep inside.
You both hold onto each other coming down from your high, breathing heavy and bodies tired. He comes to his senses before you and looks over to see you still needing time. He smiles seeing your cute frame and leans in to kiss over the mark he left on your neck.
“You did so good, I’m so proud of you.”
You whine in response, holding onto him tighter. You still felt empty, unsatisfied. But you both wait, still coming down from your high.
When you feel your stomach warming with heat again, You whine, grinding lightly on his cock that was still inside you.
He just smiles looking down at you grinding “So fucking impatient.”
He pulls you off of him, letting his cum slide down, and lays you down on the bed. His release was slowly leaking down onto your thigh. He spreads your legs open getting in between them and leans down to kiss you as his fingers tease at your wet entrance.
Your arms go around his shoulders pulling him closer, wanting to feel his warm body pressed up against yours.
As he leans into your touch, he slides two of his fingers in your pussy, using his thumb to tease your clit.
“You’re so beautiful.”
You look up at him, staring down at you leaning in for more kisses. Your brain was still catching up and processing everything. It didn’t matter what you guys were doing, he always made sure you felt loved.
You bring your hands to his face kissing him deeper. Pulling him to melt onto the bed with you. One arm on the side of your head to hold himself up over you, other hand still working between your legs.
“What do you want, baby?”
You could feel his hard cock on one of your thighs. You didn’t want to be kinky right now. You just wanted him.
“Make love to me.”
He smiles leaning down kissing your neck and jaw, bringing the hand that was touching you, up to your face and holding your head to kiss you deeper. You feel his lips go into a smile against yours
