MOTH TO A FLAME

gojo satoru x top! amab! reader

cw: slight degradation, hair pulling, blowjob (r), slight choking, slapping if you squint, overstim?, stomach bulge

there was a very, very thin line between lust and fear that many don’t realize they’ve traveled. they stand to wonder if the shivers that wrack their body are from desire, or terror. Gojo Satoru, is not afraid of anything. he is the strongest, he knows he is the strongest. his confidence and strength has gotten him to where he is today- where is he?

he wants to say he’s currently wooing a woman, that he’s in a fight, and of course winning, but he cant. he cant say he’s out doing badass shit- hell, he can’t say anything at all. not with your cock stuffed down his throat, pulsing veins pressing against his flat tongue that struggles to maneuver across the girth of your member.

his large, strong hands shake helplessly in the air before he lays them on his thighs, gripping the familiar texture of his uniform. his eyes twitch before shutting tight, attempting to keep the tears in his eyes from falling, because gojo satoru does not cry.

he’s struggling to keep it together and you chuckle with as much amusement as one can manage, watching him flinch when the tight hand in his hair tugs harder. he wonders if this is what fear feels like, because surely this powerful feeling dwelling in his stomach and producing full body reactions is not lust. surely he is not lusting this hard for his colleague, and his friend.

your predatory eyes glaze over as he chokes on your cock, and you grip his hair at his scalp, thrusting into his throat and you’re sure you’ve successfully made any and all thoughts flee from his mind.

“you liking this, baby? hm? does my cock in your throat feel good?”

the only response you get are gurgles and useless whines as your cock and his spit clog his mouth, and you just have to grin at your hard work, finding pride in reducing ‘the strongest’ to a whore and a hole.

“thas’ right.. hu- fuck.” you mumble, rolling your hips into his mouth, listening as he chokes and gags each time your head presses into the back of his throat. It’s sloppy, he doesn’t know how to use his mouth for this kind of thing, but his throat closes around you with every gag and every sob he lets out, and he’s making you feel good even with no experience. you just think he is so pretty like this, face all red and messy, but you’re also sure he’ll be even prettier once you stretch him out and fill him up, and you know his noises will be music to your ears when you’re finally able to fuck him, so you pull out, taking advantage of his dazed state, listening to him sputter as you slap your cockhead on his lips.

“get up.” you order, grabbing his arm and aiding him to his feet, before shoving his face into the bed you were previously sitting on, listening as he gasps a deep breath. you waste no time grabbing both of his wrists with one hand while the other yanks his pants and underwear down to his thighs. the sudden movement makes him twitch in surprise, his fingers curling into his palms, a noise between a gasp and a groan leaving his lips as you manhandle his hips, moving him to your liking freely.

“shit, wait!” gojo stumbles over his words, trying to push his hips down and away from your hands, the snap sound of the lube cap somewhat ominous to his muddled brain.

“what?” you ask, bending yourself over his back, resting your chin against his shoulder and letting go of his wrists in favor of pulling his chin up from the bedsheets. “you want me to stop?”

he freezes at the question, something akin to a sob falling from his lips, because he didnt expect you to ask that and he sure as hell doesnt have an answer. if he says no, would that be stripping him of his pride? he’s a man with much dignity and little femininity. if he say’s no, he’s allowing himself to be fucked, which means he can no longer deny the lust and the longing for you, for your cock, but if he says yes, you’ll leave him here- his own member dripping and lonely, your burning touch fading from his body- and with a broken whine, he comes to the conclusion that the former is the better choice, letting himself go slack in your hold.

“no..”

“good boy.” you grin, and he flinches at the cold temperature of the lube pouring onto his hole.

it’s been hours- gojo thinks. hours since you first began prepping him, fingers sinking into his tight hole, stretching it beyond what he thought it could be, hours since you first sank into him, hours since your cock first grazed his prostate, and hours since his descent into becoming a brain dead cock whore began.

“A-auhhg! f-fuck! fuck!” He cries, his noises so loud that they almost drown out the slap of your hips against his ass and thighs, the reddening of them just one aspect of proof of how long you’ve been rutting into him. you wanted to be slow with him, treat him nicely and slowly unfold him beneath you, but these noises, seeing your cock disappear everytime you sink in, and the way his back arches was too good to resist.

you fucked into him harshly and deeply, your red, burning cock bruising his sweet spot with every sharp piston of your hips into his sloppy hole. he’s completely given up trying to save his image, the way he cries and moans and kicks as you take him is clear of that. he no longer cares about anything but you ruining his pretty, puffy hole.

the pace of your hips is so fast, and so rough that he cant register the difference between your thrusts in and your slides out, and he cant do anything but scream, his noises a mix of words, letters, and maybe your name.

through your own groans and puffs of air, you chuckle, something that sounds demeaning to his ears and he shrivels, a loud “n-no!” echoing through the small room, but neither of you know what he’s addressing.

“what’s wrong?” you huff, adjusting your grip on his waist, and leaning forward for a new angle. “HCK- Sh- Ughk!” he chokes, stuffing his face forward into the sheets and you click your tongue, moving your hand around, and pulling him up along with you by his neck, your fingertips squeezing the sides.

“i asked you a question, toru. you too fucked out to answer me properly?”

his breathing is heavy and labored and you laugh ar his pathetic state once again. “whatever,” you mumble, letting go of his neck, allowing his upper body to fall onto the bed. “jus’ means im doin’ a good job.”

you grin, pressing a hand down on his back harshly, forcing an arch as you continue to rut into his sloppy hole. gojo yelps under you, his milky thighs shaking with the effort of holding his hips up, his hands gripping onto the sheets beside his head as if they’ll run away. you’re sure he’s cum multiple times untouched now, but every man wants pleasure on his dick, and maybe it was an act of mercy, or maybe it was just your evil mind, but you reached under him, squeezing his cock in your hold, beginning to jerk him off.

at the first feathery touch of your hand, gojo screamed, jolting forward, his legs kicking upwards, desperate hands trying to push yours away from his sensitive, leaking dick as you pound into his hole and jerk him off at the same time. “s-no! shit! cant!”

“you can.” your sentence is punctuated by a slap on his ass and his whole body jumps, his shoulders shaking as he curls into himself, and he looks small.

your thumb rubs over his tip continuously, and his hips buck so harshly your forced to let go, and your hand brushes over his stomach, feeling something that makes your hips stutter, almost pausing in their ministrations.

“fuh-fuck.. ‘toru, no way.” you laugh, bringing him up so his back is flush with your chest and you peer over his shoulder, delivering one deep, harsh thrust into him, confirming the cock bulge in his defined stomach.

a groan erupts from your throat, and theres no time wasted before your pressing him into the bed with your back and your hips, fucking his hole again, but this time- your sly hands rub his stomach, before pressing down with force, right where your cock is, and gojo squeals, his voice high pitched, desperate and messy like a common street whores.

the sound tips you over, your pace slowing, and gojo, as spent as he is, breathes a sigh of relief, taking deep breathes in, before pressing his hand against your abdomen, trying to push your cock out.

“oh? we aren’t done so soon..”

please like and reblog to show your support! this is my first piece of writing, and english is my second language, so i’m a little worried about how its come out. thank you! <3

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ! kenma kouzume

★ black, top male reader! trans character. nsfw. stomach bulge. dacryphilia. vaginal sex. creaming. creampie. degrading, spit kink. exhibition. voyeurism. boyfie kenma. feminization. interracial couple. twitter link! note? giving kenma backshots. this is nasty fr.

"o-oh god . . . keep fu-fucking me.", kenma drooled into his pillow, knees quivering as he tried his best to keep his hips in the air for you. back arched and thighs spread as your cock plunged in and out of his leaking cunt with lewd incessant plops. with every push of your pelvis, kenma's juicy pussy would splash back a bit, the wetness leaving your pubic hair slick. "fuck kenma. you feel so fucking good baby."

kenma's wireless headset sat atop his head in a crooked fashion, the same camera he'd use during gaming streams now being put to use for something much more intimate. the comments of his stream were in a blaze as they watched their favorite streamer take your black cock over and over again, the camera picking up every look on kenma's face and the way you knotted his core over and over again.

it had felt as if kenma's pussy was made for your big black cock, his pink minge was absolutely perfect for you. the way he gripped at you and pushed back onto your cock was heavenly, you loved when he fucked you back. nails digging into his soft skin hard enough you were sure to leave bruises in their wake.

his dainty hands clawed at the sheets for his dear life, taking every inch that his venal pussy could and jesus, was he so fucking wet. kenma has never felt so dirty and defiled before, weak frame trembling in desperation beneath you. you loved the sight, heavy ball smacking against his clit with every stroke of your hips.

you have been taking him from behind for what felt like forever, your cock was drenched in what was both your releases, the duvet was soaked and damped. the thick white ring that frothed around your cock every time you pushed into kenma was what kept you enticed. well, that and the smack of his pretty pale ass against you whenever you fucked so deep into him. the tip of your thick cock continuously prodding at the opening of his womb. ★

"your cunt takes this dick so so good kenma! look at how he clenches around me. fuck, he's practically asking for my nut.", kenma whimpered out a string of slurred words. he could barely collect his thoughts, everything felt like a jumbled mess in his brain but god did he feel so good. you were reaching so deep inside of him, any deeper and you'd be touching his cervix. "hmf fuhh-fuck. . . yess!", kenma drooled over the sheets.

using your thumb to spread his ass, you gathered a wad of saliva in your mouth and let it drip along where you and kenma were connected before fully pounding back into him again. kenma’s cries were to the point where you thought he had cum again, he groaned as you tugged at his hair. a line of drool connecting his lip to his pillow. kenma's tongue stayed on his lips, the white of his eyes visible to the camera as he wailed out. his ears only picked up on certain things you were saying.

"so good ah! f-feels so so good. . .love c-cock~ cum! i'm cu-umming" — “ i know baby, i know! cum for me yeah?”

you grinned and let go of his waist, allowing him to fuck himself back on your cock as he pleased before his hips shuddered and he tightened around you more. with a particularly broken cry of your name he came around your cock—the pressure of his shocking release pushing you over the edge once more as you creamed his raw pussy.

kenma’s sobbing didn’t falter one time, his salty tears and drool wetting the pillow more as his thighs shook. his eye lids became heavy with sleep as he felt you rut against his bruised ass. he couldn’t even muster up the strength to return your kisses as he felt your lips press against his neck and cheek. “aw kitten. don’t fall asleep on me now. i still wanna play”

presented | k.bakugou.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 13.3K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: fantasy!au, dragon king!au, angst, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: on the twenty-first birthday of katsuki bakugou, an offering is made in his honour as he becomes chief of the dragons. clans usually offer up sacrifices of berries or nuts, salts and fresh catches. but for those of dargon’s blood, their offering is a mate…and that mate is you.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut,  ( characters aged up to early twenties ), dark content,  dub-con,  heavy!voyeurism, heavy!degredation, slight!misogyny breeding!kink, dacryphilia!kink, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), fingering ( female receiving ), blowjobs, tummy bulges, face slapping,  choking, spitting, cumplay, reader is a sexual offering. listen,,, its a lot…

♡ author’s note(s): HAPPY BAKUGOU DAY <33 i love this man sm :( and i wanted to do somn special for his day so here’s my contribution to the bakugou birthday bash collab!!! ( my first woo ) hosted by the lovely @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe and @ramen-rambles​ !! pls go ahead and check out the works from the other creators!!  and enjoy <333

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

it was tradition in the tribes of barbarians roaming japan, that on the twenty first birthday of the eldest child of the tribe leader came— an offering would be made in their honour and the title of chief would be passed down to them. for those of nymph and earth tribes it would be the month’s harvest of berries and nuts, for those of mer and water tribes it would be fresh salts and the biggest catch they could find… and for tribes of dragons and fire it would be— a mate.

the dragon clans worked differently from most others, with rituals fuelled by the heats of their core and the fire in their spirits— their desire. so when the moon came to be at its highest and the eldest child had come of age, the virginity of the most eligible men or women of the tribe was offered up as thanks for the leader’s hard work.

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part one of what will hopefully be a series ! enjoy :D

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or, search #prison bf! toji / prison bf! toji

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prison bf ! toji who beats the shit out of other inmates to have more time on the commissary phone with you, pocketing loose change from his bunkmates to use on your weekly calls.

“this is an automated message from the tokyo prefecture rehabilitative penitentiary, to accept, pres—“

“hey pretty girl.” the bass of his voice sends a tremor up the length of your spine. you can already picture his bulky form leaning up against the brick walls of the prison mess hall.

“hi toji.” you giggle, swinging your legs behind you with glee. “did you get my package?”

“course i got your package.” he laughs, slipping a hand into his pocket to fiddle with the trio of polaroids you’d slipped into the letter. “guards gave me a ton of shit for it though.”

“aww i’m sorry.” you mumble, feeling guilty for the trouble.

“nah, don’t worry about it baby.” he laughs, shifting to looking through the candids you sent of your sweet smile.

“did you end u—”

“wrap it up fushiguro i need to call my fucking lawyer!”

the crunch you hear through the receiver is nothing short of sickening. it’s a while before the older man brings the phone back to his mouth, mumbling incoherently to himself.

“—blood on my fucking hands… hello?”

“i’m here toji.” you say, listening intently to the sound of shrill guard whistles blowing in the background. “do you have to go?”

“you know how it is babydoll.” he says apologetically. you cant help but squeeze your thighs together at how soft he can be with you, even with blood splattered across his knuckles and a room full of men who fear him.

“you’ll visit me this week right?” he asks, wiping his hands on the front of his wifebeater.

“mhm, i’m driving up tomorrow! you want me to bring you anything special?”

“you uhh, still got those chips i like at home?”

“you know i do.”

“that’s my girl.” he laughs, hanging the phone back up on the hook.

hi:3 could I request some really smutty hc for afab jjk men x dom! male reader? It could include daddy, crying and size kink(reader being bigger than them) if you have time ofc!

a/n: sureee, i was planning on taking an extended hiatus but then i changed my mind, stumbling upon this hot request. i tried but i still think this fic is shitty asf.

↳ warnings: nsfw content, 18+, minors dni, daddy kink, dom! male reader, sadistic themes, size kink, brutal; rough sex, dom! reader, male reader, top reader, bottom characters, praise kink, worship, lmk i missed stuff. didn't bother proofreading sorry.

↳ edit: fem aligned people dni

↳ pairing: afab jjk men x dom! male reader

Gojo Satoru

bratty, but oddly slutty at the same time, whorish moans erupting from his plump, pink lips whenever he catches sight of your reddening cock head. loves being fucked senseless by you, reduced to a total whore at the sight of your toned physique and huge length.

"daddy? m' gonna be good for you, yea?", gojo whined, rubbing his cunt further down on your cock as you scoffed. "look at you, shamelessly acting like a slut for your daddy", you rasped against his neck, biting it roughly. pulling away, you ignored his moans and pleads as you smirked down at the red mark. an irk mark appearing on your forehead, your hands found his hair, pulling it back.

"what'd daddy say about behaving? acting a little cocky today aren't we?", you stood up, stripping away the remanents of your suit, letting him stare at how beautiful you looked under the moonlight, hair slicked back and sweat running down your muscles which made you almost glow. well, you already did in gojo's eyes; any minute not worshipping you felt like a minute wasted.

Itadori Yuji

ah, the most submissive, most breedable of them all, so eager to please you and do anything to receive your praise and attention. loves it when you ruffle his hair, making him feel so small as you spoon him in your arms after a nice long night of being fucked by you ruthlessly.

"oh? m' so sorry sir, i-i just wanted to talk to you, i'll come b-back later", you heard the distant voice of another one of your other 'friends', standing by the doorway. pushing gojo off, you licked your lips at his blushing face, walking over to the door and holding it wide open, leaning against the doorway. you stared blankly at the pretty boy.

"why go? sure you don't wanna miss out?", you trailed your hands up his small frame. he was whining now, as you pressed the rough pads of your fingers up against his chest. "n-no, i don't wanna, just can't interrupt you t-two", he looked over to gojo who was now making jealous sounds, glaring at itadori. "oh no, don't worry kid, gojo's just another brat that has to be tamed, y'know? i'm sure we'll all have lots of fun together".

Sukuna Ryomen

if gojo was considered bratty, ion know what sukuna is. complete, absolute brat, a slut for you, yet at the same time always trying to dominate you, (pathetically) of course. never works, only lands up being pounded from behind, your huge frame towering above him, as he begs you to stop.

you carried itadori over to where gojo was now on all fours, ass raised and moaning your name obscenely. "wait for your turn brat". disappointedly, but still with determination, gojo sat back down, fingers sinking back into his pussy. you turned away from him, in almost an animalistic way, ripping away the clothing itadori had.

"been fucking yourself too much with that dildo of yours? i don't think i'll need to prep you, all loose for daddy's cock, hm?", groaning, you slipped yourself into his cunt. gasping, he moaned and writhed at the overstimulation, as you pounded him, watching him unravel and be fucked stupid.

it didn't take you long to realise however, it wasn't itadori you were fucking. it was him. laughing, you pulled out. "what made you stop?", you heard the beast growl, trying to buck his hips against yours. "huh. still haven't learned your lesson have you? only good brats get to be fucked and you certainly aren't one".

surprisingly, you saw tears pooling at sukuna's eyes, nose reddening and mouth babbling nonsenical shit, desperation for you growing. "sir, m' loving your huge cock, just perfect inside me, please? please fuck me?". looking down at him you smirked.

All three together.

seeing him beg so sweetly, tongue out and eyes shining with desperation, you couldn't help shoving your huge length down his throat. he switched between licking and sucking, ocassionally letting gojo join, both of their tongues swirling around the base sending you to euphoria. "m', daddy tastes amazing", you heard gojo mumble against you, trying to coax out as much cum as he could.

"greedy bitch, lemme have some too!", sukuna lightly pushed gojo aside, taking his turn to suck you faster and drink any remaining cum. you ended up squirting all over their faces, their whorish whines filling the air.

"m', can daddy fill me up?", gojo pleaded. his ass was raised in the air, along with sukuna's. you stared at their blushing faces, then back to their cunts, drooling in arousal and brilliantly pink. playing with the white haired slut's clit, you chuckled.

"sure, but why don't we let toji join too? he's been staring at us for awfully long now", your eyes met the red faced man, who looked away hastily, standing by the doorway.

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Casting: Xiao

You find a hidden gem on the street

FTM!Xiao x Top!Male Reader

Series: Smile! You're on Camera!

Warnings: Filming, Oral Sex, Breeding Kink, Virginity, Masturbation, Squirting, Creampie, Belly Bulge

Words: 1,719

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"Hey, can I have a moment of your time?" You stop a short green haired boy on the street. He shrugs and allows you to continue. "I'm the owner of a modeling company. I think you'd be a perfect addition."

Xiao contemplates it, he does need money so it wouldn't be a bad idea to pick up a side gig. "How much would I be paid?"

"Well, for the first session you'll get paid four hundred an hour." You smile. "If you want to continue, we can discuss the payments afterwards."

Xiao nods. "Okay. When?"

"Does tomorrow work for you? At two pm?"

"That's fine."

"Great, go to the address here and we'll have everything prepared for you. Email me your measurements and shoe size so we can make sure it all fits." You give him your business card.

"Thanks.."

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Xiao walks out of the dressing room, dressed in a hot 2000s emo style.

It's a pretty suggestive outfit, nothing too crazy but it was suggestive enough to make the average guy drool over him.

"Is this the only thing I can wear?" Xiao frowns, crossing his arms in an attempt to hide his skimpiness.

"Yeah but I think it looks great. Do you not want to wear it?"

Xiao sighs. Money is money after all. "Never mind. What should I do now?"

You and your team take pictures of Xiao, some bordering lewd but nothing crazy enough for Xiao to freak out.

After the sessions done, Xiao comes up to you.

"Good job today, Xiao." You hand him a check. "If you're interested in doing more work, we could talk details in my office."

Xiao cracks a small smile looking at the money on the check. Although he only got $800, this would be a good thing for him to do consistently. "Okay."

He follows you into your office and sits on the chair across from yours.

"I didn't say this earlier so I wouldn't scare you off but in truth, this company doesn't do just modeling," You start, looking at Xiao's confused expression. "We also manage camboys, and they're often the ones that show up in our magazines."

"Cam..boys?" Xiao questions, unfamiliar with the word.

"Basically, uh pornstars who live stream." You smile sheepishly.

Xiao almost falls out of his seat. Everything about his outfit and the shoot makes sense now.

"Your work wasn't anything over the top, we didn't do anything that would be considered illegal. If you're uncomfortable with the pictures now, we'll delete them and take the check back. We can give you a smaller amount as compensation for your time."

Xiao bites the nail on his thumb, trying to process everything. He needs the money.

"But, if you want to become a camboy, you'll be paid a thousand per session. You'll be able to keep half of the donations you get from your streams as well. Or you could just be a model, but more sexual. 300 hundred an hour." You give Xiao more options.

The answer was obvious, he has to sell his body. He has to be able to take care of himself properly and this is the best way. Even if he's uncomfortable with it.

"Fine...I'll be a 'camboy'." Xiao sighs, ceasing the assault on his nail.

"Good boy." You smile. Your response sends chills down his spine. What did he just get himself into?

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"Have a seat." You point to the black couch parallel to another black couch. Xiao nervously sits down, hyper aware of his outfit and the camera across from him.

You had him in just a regular shirt and a miniskirt. He wasn't wearing any underwear though, which he was very conscious about.

"Pretend the camera's not there, it's just you, me, and my assistant. Okay?" You try to calm Xiao down.

He nods, looking at you instead.

"Introduce yourself."

"Um...My name is Xiao, I'm 19. I'm from Liyue. I know martial arts and I'm pretty flexible.."

"Flexible, huh?" You smirk. "So you could be put into a lot of positions.."

Xiao blushes, flustered. "That's not...I...Well, I could..yeah.."

"We could have a lot of fun with you." You wink. "Next, tell us about your sex life."

"I- I'm a virgin.."

"Really? I think everyone's gonna like you, Xiao." You smile. "I'm kind of excited to be the one taking your innocence."

"You- you...you're going to-?"

"If that's okay with you."

Xiao bites his lip. "Okay...ri- right now?"

"Excited now are we? Not yet, we have other things we need to do first." You chuckle. "Take your top off."

Xiao hesitantly lifts his shirt over his head, letting the camera see his perky tits.

"Your tits are perfect, you know that? What size are they?"

"Th- thank you..Um, they're 34A." He doesn't miss the predatory look you're giving him.

"Can you show us how you play with yourself?"

Xiao swallows the lump in his throat, moving back on the couch and lifting his skirt up, giving the camera a perfect view of his pussy.

"It looks like you're already wet, is this turning you on?"

"You keep complimenting my body...it...it feels nice.." Xiao looks away, answering honestly.

"How cute." You smile. Xiao blushes, hesitantly moving two fingers down to rub his clit.

"Do you ever use toys, Xiao?"

He shakes his head. "Not worth- mm...the money."

"So you've never put anything up there aside from your fingers?"

"No...I don't really put my fingers in there either.." He shakes his head again. "They're...not enough."

"Really? Fuck, that's hot as hell." You palm yourself through your pants.

Xiao stares at your crotch, biting his lip while imagining the size. He wants it so bad.

"What kind of porn do you watch?"

"Um...I actually read it"

"Really? Do you read vanilla porn or something more intense?"

"M-more intense.."

"So you probably have a lot of fantasies you want to fulfill, am I right?" You tilt your head, smirking.

"Ye- yeah.."

You stand up, carrying a small camera in your hand while you walk over to Xiao's side. "Could you stand up for me?"

Xiao nods and stands, waiting for the next command.

"Kneel down in front me."

Xiao quickly does as he's told, looking up at you with eager eyes. You point the camera at him and gently run your hands through his hair.

"I'm gonna have you suck my cock, okay?" You inform him, using a soft voice that didn't match your words.

You could feel Xiao's face heat up. "Okay.."

You pull your pants down, just enough to allow your dick to come out comfortably. Xiao gasps, he wasn't expecting you to be this big.

"Don't be scared, I know you can handle it."

Xiao takes your dick in his hand and nervously starts licking the side of your dick, looking up at you every now and then for approval.

"You're doing good.." You grope his tit, loving it's softness.

Xiao puts his lips on the head, almost kissing it, before opening them up to take you.

"You don't have to put it all in your mouth, do whatever's comfortable. You can use your hand to make up for what you can't take."

Xiao diligently sucks you off while using his hand like you said. He'd never thought he'd feel like this but he loves sucking dick.

"I'm close.." You gently pull Xiao's head away. "Close your eyes and open up."

Xiao shuts his eyes and opens his mouth, tongue hanging out and ready for your cum. You jerk yourself off before unloading your spend onto his face, swallowing whatever lands on his tongue.

You wipe the cum that landed on his eyes with your thumb before telling him to open his eyes again. He looks at you and the camera sweetly.

"You liked that?"

Xiao nods.

"You like sucking cock, Xiao?"

He nods again. "I love it.."

"Gods, you're so fucking sexy. Can I fuck you now?"

"Yes please."

"Get on the bed." You say, taking your pants and shoes off. Xiao quickly makes his way to the big queen sized bed in the room, there were so many cameras pointed at it but it didn't make him feel nervous. He was too focused on losing his virginity to you.

You climb on top of him, putting the camera aside for later use, and pull his skirt off. "Ready?"

"I'm ready."

You slowly and gently ease yourself into Xiao's wet cunt, looking at him for signs of discomfort.

"Hu- hurts...but..don't stop.." Xiao holds onto you tightly.

You stop halfway in, not wanting to hurt Xiao.

He looks down at where the two of you connect, frowning. "Go all the way in...please."

"Are you sure?" You look at the bump that's already forming on Xiao's belly.

"Please." Xiao pleads. "Want all your cock in me.."

You can't help yourself from slamming into him, your cock hitting his cervix.

Xiao gasps. "Ah~!" Tears fall from his eyes while his lips twist into a smile, showing that he enjoyed it. "Fuck me~"

You pound into him, destroying his tight, previously virgin, pussy. "You feel so good, Xiao." You groan. "Could fuck you all day." You look at the way your dick appears and disappears in his stomach with every thrust.

He moans loudly, crying about how good it feels and how he needs more. Xiao gasps, arching his back as he squirts around your length.

You fuck him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, enjoying his whimpers and twitches.

You transformed him into the perfect slut for making money. He was gonna be one of your top stars.

"Close-" You try to pull out but Xiao wraps his legs around you and stops you. "Xiao."

"Knock me up~ please~" Xiao looks at you whorishly. "Want your kids~"

His cuteness throws all your worries out the window. "If that's what you want." You keep fucking into him until you come inside.

Xiao orgasms seconds after, clenching around you and milking your cock of all it has.

You grab the small camera next to you and point it at Xiao's pussy, pulling out and watching your cum drip out of him.

"You did well, Xiao." You praise him. "We'll get you cleaned up now."

dude, your mom's hot | kirishima eijirou

synopsis ↬ your stepson's best friend has a crush on you

warnings ↬ modern au, age difference, the reader is bakugou’s stepmom, kirishima is about 20 and in college, the reader can be any age but obviously older than kiri, infidelity/cheating, 0ral (giving), tit-fuck, slight nipple play, let me know if I missed anything

pairings ↬ agedup!kirishima eijirou x milf!fem!reader

word count ↬ 2.2k

kinktober day one

Outstretching your arm and waving to the two boys, you stood by the front door of your home and watched as they walked away from the lawn. Bakugou, your stepson, mustered a tiny wave and uttered a weak "bye". His head ducked down towards the pavement leading to the sidewalk, partially embarrassed at your overly friendly antics towards his classmate. You were very conscious of his distant and standoffish demeanor, but nonetheless, you didn't mind. Simply thinking he wasn't comfortable with you yet.

Always buddying up and thriving off the attention from them, he wondered if you were getting tired of Dad already. He could vaguely remember the last time he saw you two being affectionate, not that he paid attention to those things. The nights were quiet and the days were too dull for a newlywed couple; last night, he learned that you two weren't even sleeping in the same bed – instead, you resided in a room adjacent to his.

"Have a good day!" You said cheerfully as they disappeared down the street. "I'll be waiting for you to come home!"

"Whatever..." Bakugou muttered under his breath with his backpack lazily slung over his shoulder. He tried his best to ignore you, thankful that you weren't as boisterous as you usually are.

"Dude, your mom's hot..!" His best friend, Kirishima, tried to whisper after they walked some distance away from your home. He spoke in a hushed voice, but still loud enough for some passersby to hear.

"What?" Perhaps Bakugou misheard because there was no way Kirishima would have the guts to say that. Unfortunately, his hearing was clear. "The fuck is wrong with you?"

Sure, he wasn't particularly fond of you with his father but regardless, you were family. He wouldn't tolerate any disrespect.

"Nothing, jus' had to get it off my chest." Kirishima placed his hand over his heart and looked up at the blue sky as if he was daydreaming about something innocent. As his lips curled into a sly smirk, his friend could tell that it was the opposite.

Bakugou didn't have the desire to ask about the filthy thoughts that filled the redhead's mind. It was the same sentiments he heard from his other friends.

Dunce-face Denki kept fidgeting and stumbling over his words as he spoke to you for the first time. Sero wouldn't wipe that dumb smile from his face, practically flirting with you right in front of his father. God, Mina wouldn't shut up about how you almost made her 'switch sides' after meeting you one morning. No wonder you enjoyed the company of his friends. They all seemed so enchanted by your presence and now his best friend was stricken by the same love potion.

"Mina was right... She's so perfect," Kirishima's lips soon began to spill countless praises for you. "I don't see why you hate her, you're so lucky. Wish I could get a taste of that sweet-" Before he could continue more sickening words, Bakugou tightly grasped his friend's shoulder.

"I don't hate her, dumbass..." His fingers clenched around Kirishima as both men halted their movements. "If I ever catch you saying shit like that again, I'll kill you." Kirishima didn't take his friend's words seriously. Of course, to him, it was a light joke so he laughed off Bakugou's threats. Except, he wasn't kidding.

Especially as the mornings seemed to always include Kirishima stopping by his house to walk with him to their University. One day, he arrived early as you finished preparing breakfast for Bakugou. His father had already left for work a few minutes prior. Thank goodness you couldn't see your stepson's scowl and shock as he peeped into the kitchen and saw his best friend handsy with you. Sneakingly placing his arm around your waist and bringing you closer to him. He watched, seething in rage when Kirishima embraced you in a back hug; you seemed so rejuvenated as you two laughed together.

Being stuck in an 'odd' marriage and having a new stepson must've made you lonely, Bakugou thought. Clinging to the ounce of attention his friends repeatedly gave, you knew it wasn't the healthiest decision, yet, you didn't seem to care. Every passing day, Kirishima's stays would lengthen in your home. Visiting in the mornings and returning with your stepson by the evening. Occasionally staying for dinner and even proposing a sleepover that was quickly shut down by Bakugou.

Tonight played out like all the previous encounters. The two arrived home directly after their last class finished. Your stepson kept grumbling under his breath as Kirishima followed close behind him like a lost puppy. You welcomed them by the front door, something you did nearly every day. Kirishima greeted you with a warm yet lingering embrace while Bakugou trudged up the stairs to his room. His crimson eyes rolled to the back of his head, not even bothering to spare a glance at your strange display of affection.

He expected his friend to join him – after all, Kirishima promised to help him on an assignment for a class they shared – but as the minutes passed, the redhead remained downstairs. Bakugou could hear the symphony of your resounding laughter through the thin walls of the home. Fuck it. He reached for his speakers and began to blare loud music, trying to drown out the noise below him. He could already feel himself becoming nauseous from the thought of you two. The sound traveled to the kitchen, where you and Kirishima chatted while enjoying drinks.

"What's that sound?" He asked while peering up at the stairs. The beer glass in his hands nearly spilled with his sudden movements.

It's a luxury brand that one of your closest friends purchased as a wedding gift. Your husband claimed he didn't like beer, but you figured it would be better to use them before they spoiled.

"Oh, it's Kats' music. Sorry, he doesn't always play it this loud. Should I tell him to turn it down?" You say, yet your feet have already begun marching in his direction.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry," Trying to convince you otherwise doesn't work. Kirishima steps in front of you while reaching out, causing you both to collide into each other.

You notice his presence too late; not until his body is fully in front of you and the cold sensation of the carbonated drink touches your cleavage. The liquid leaps out of the glass and sullies your perfectly clean blouse. Your own beer glass is away from Kirishima's body, only spilling on the floor and leaving him untouched. The redhead seems to notice the mess last as the feeling of your chest pressed against him and his hand excites him, even if it was only for a brief moment. He tries to pull his eyes away but your shirt becomes partially see-through and sticks to your skin.

"S- Sorry..!" He stutters out and backs away as he sees his mistake. He sets his glass on the table and frantically searches for something to help clean.

"It's okay, I can clean it up..." You tore off some paper towels on the counter and lightly dabbed the stain. After a few seconds of wiping, you soon realize the amber smudge won't come off your shirt. Kirishima whispers a string of apologies as you curse under your breath out of frustration. Finally, you set the dry towel aside and try to excuse yourself upstairs so that you could change.

Until you feel Kirishima's brawny arms cage your body in a tight grasp, much more desperate and clingy. The apologies from his lips seem to lose their meaning and fade out of his ears. Trying to speak and asking him what was wrong didn't work, he ignored your own voice as well. You watch, completely stunned as his head ducks down to the valley between your chest.

His sharp teeth sink into the fabric, suckling until the faint taste of beer coats his tongue. Your hands naturally reach for his biceps; not to pull him away but to deepen the hold he has on your body as a tingle surges through your core. He continues this for what feels like an eternity, only pulling away when he becomes satisfied. The shirt obviously isn't clean but is only dampened more by his saliva. Kirishima's fingers gently graze across your sides as he presses you against the kitchen counter.

He hooks his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt, tugging the clothing upwards until the front of your bra straps is exposed. His tongue flattens out and glides across your cleavage, directly over the area of the stain. Soon lapping at whatever taste of the alcohol remained on your skin. His tongue left behind a clear coating of liquid with each broad stroke along your flesh. Your fingers grip his shirt as he nips into your skin and nestles his tongue between your breasts. Frantically moving, he was trying desperately to clean you after making a mess.

As he finally slowed to a stop, his hands eagerly moved to pull your brassier down and reveal your tits. You easily succumbed to his wishes; a strong urge to continue rushed through your spirit, you were aware of your devious actions. His assault on your chest only continued as his warm muscle flicked across your hardened bud. Enveloping it around his lips before suckling as whines soon escaped from your throat. Your hands reached into his hair and pushed Kirishima's head closer.

Minutes passed and the noise created between you two began to fade. There was no more laughter. Frequent gasps and strange groans were the only sounds Bakugou could hear from his room upstairs. He figured that something was wrong, you were always chatty with the guests whenever they came over. Immediately, he stopped his work and fled down the stairs; only the worst possible outcomes flooded his mind.

As he walked down, your bodies finally came into view.

There you were, kneeling in front of Kirishima with your tits enveloping his throbbing cock. As you moved upwards, his tip oozed clear and sticky precum that mixed with his saliva and lubricated your glistening chest. When gliding downwards, his cock peeked out of your cleavage only to be greeted by your tongue. Fluttering across his tip and collecting some of his precum that failed to cover your chest. His hands that tangled in your hair moved to grasp onto your arms, trying to make you quicken your pace. You happily obliged; Bakugou came right on time, a perfect ending for the show.

Drawing Kirishima closer and closer to his orgasm, you pull away from him for a brief second. A needy whine leaves his mouth but is soon replaced with a pleased hum when his tip enters your slick mouth. Staring up at him with lovestruck eyes, you take as much of his girth until he nearly reaches the back of your throat and moves your hand along the rest of his shaft. As you bobbed your head and hollowed your cheeks, stings of drool trickled down your chin. Feeling your tongue glide across the underside of his cock coaxed praises and words of affection out of his lips.

Kirishima’s face flushed a deep shade of pink at the sudden surge of pleasure on his member. God, if he knew you were this good he would’ve tried this sooner. He could only imagine the feeling of your warmth clenching around him; just the thought almost made him bust on your tongue. His mouth was now held agape with only slurred words and whimpers. Tilting his head backward, the whites of his eyes were visible as his adam’s apple throbbed with his groans becoming louder.

Suddenly, his hand harshly tugs at your hair and pushes your head away. Leaving his girth so quickly nearly caused your teeth to scrape against his skin. Soon, he begins fucking his cock with a balled fist and thrusting over your face as some of his precum drizzles down to your lips.

“Fu- fuck m’ gonna cum… gonna cum,” His hand holds your chin tightly and tilts your head upwards so you look up at him. “Lemme ruin that cute little face…”

“Oh fuck Kiri, gimme your cum..! Wanna taste it so bad,” His thumb pushes past your lips and forces your mouth open. Your tongue hangs down, eagerly awaiting his sweet release.

After a few more thrusts of his fist, the creamy essence gushed out of his tip. Painting your face white before dribbling down to your jaw and throat. He cums with pants and husky moans as his chest rapidly rises and falls. A long streak goes past your forehead into your hair while most of his salty seed pools in your tongue.

Kirishima glances in the direction where his best friend is standing, completely stunned. He leans downwards, licking at his own cum as it runs along your neck. His tongue moves up before meeting your lips and meeting you with a deep kiss.

Bakugou stumbles backward at the brazen act, blinking rapidly in disbelief. His pants suddenly feel tight and constricting; did he seriously enjoy watching that? The blonde seems to answer his own question as he retreats to his bedroom, nearly tripping down the stairs, to settle his new problem.

Confessing

Wonyoung fic time. I got nothing else to say; nothing rough going on here.

Length 2.3K

Wonyoung x Mreader

You sat in a cafe, waiting for your friend to show up. You bring your drink to your lips, taking a long drink; as you place it back down, you see Wonyoung take the seat across from you. "I'm sorry for being late. I know I'm the one that called you here, but I-I just had to make sure I was ready." She says. You notice the slight stutter she made. 

"Don't worry about it; I wasn't here that long." You reply. Wonyoung fiddles with her hands and keeps her head turned away from you. A deep-seated redness is coming across now. "Are you alright?" You ask while putting your hand on her forehead.

"I-I'm fine; I just need some water. I walked here really quickly." She says, finally looking at you. A waitress comes quickly afterward, taking her order. While you're waiting, you notice Wonyoung violently shaking her head. "So, are you ready for today?" She asks after as if she hadn't just done that. 

"Yeah, it's been a while since we've gone out. Did you have anything planned? You kept everything secret from me.

Wonyoung nods and pulls out two tickets. "I got us these. They're for the carnival. I thought it would be nice to go." Wonyoung rubs her arms as she looks away from you again. Her drink arrives, and the two of you continue to talk until you're ready to go to the carnival. 

At the carnival, Wonyoung gives the tickets to the man at the entrance, and you both walk through the large hallway leading to the carnival proper. The colorful lights in the hall paint the area. You glance at Wonyoung as she smiles with excitement. Coming out of the hall, you both notice the giant Ferris wheel in the back. "Do you want to ride it?" You ask Wonyoung. 

She shakes her head, "Maybe later. Let's just walk around for now." You look at the many stalls; some are games, others are food, and a couple sells clothes, among other items. Wonyoung doesn't seem very interested in most of the games until she happens upon a fishing one. A simple game where you're handed a fishing rod and have to try to get the lure into a fish's mouth. The robotic fish pop up and bite the air before opening their mouths and sinking.  They were different colors, indicating a specific prize type that you would get. You watch Wonyoung drift toward the stall; you follow her closely, wading through the crowd. 

"Would you like a try? The first one is free." The carny operating the stand says. Wonyoung nods; he hands her a fishing pole and explains the rules. Wonyoung's attempt could have gone better, as her lure lands between the fishes. She lets out a disappointed sigh. You pay the man for a few more tries.

"What prize do you want?" You whisper to Wonyoung. She points toward a large bread plush, a red tag. You try to stifle a laugh seeing that of all her options; she'd want a piece of bread. She whines at you for laughing, slapping your arm. You grab the fishing pole and throw it forward to gauge how it'll fly. You land in between the fishes, much like Wonyoung's attempt. Noticing that the lure was lighter than expected, you give it less power and narrowly miss the red fish. 

Wonyoung jumps in the air, "You nearly had it!" She yells as she smacks your arm. Visibly excited, Wonyoung starts pointing out where it might be easier. The red fishes are spread evenly except for the far left corner, where four red fishes sit beside each other. You take Wonyoung's advice and launch the lure into the far corner, smacking the fish. It had popped up and shut its mouth right before the lure got to it. Wonyoung squats down suddenly, holding onto the edge of the stall. She pokes her head over the edge, observing as you try again. You wait for the fish to start coming down to throw the lure. In what seems like a miracle, your toss was short and bounced off a closer fish into the mouth of a red fish just as it came up to bite. Wonyoung jumps up and screams before tossing herself at you. She holds you tightly as you celebrate your victory. "You did it!" She buries her head in your chest as she continues to hug you. The man gives you the bread plush and hands it to you. 

"Your girlfriend must really like bread." He says with a laugh. Wonyoung immediately pulls away from you, turning bright red. You smile at her and hand her the bread. She immediately uses it to cover her face. You thank the man before walking away from the stall, telling him to give your other plays to someone else. 

Wonyoung holds the bread to her chest. "Thank you," she says quietly. You pat her head.

"It’s no problem. I'm glad you like it." The two of you continued to walk around the carnival, eating food and getting on an occasional ride. As evening comes, you both get in line for the Ferris wheel. Once the ride begins, you look at the city skyline from the top of the Ferris wheel. Wonyoung looks at the floor nearly the entire time. "What's wrong Wonyoung?" You ask. She grips the edges of her skirt, gulping before she opens her mouth.

"Um… t-there's something I want to tell you." Wonyoung tries to meet your gaze but can't hold it. She puts up her bread plush as a barrier between you. "I-I…I like you." 

"I like you too." 

"N-no, I mean that I-I love you. As more than a friend." Wonyoung's grip on the plush tightens as she peers over it. "We've been friends since we were kids, but I've loved you for a long time. I-I wanted to…." She pauses for a moment. "I wanted to confess to you today. I wanted to do it here." 

"You just did." You respond.

"N-no, but it's not the same. I don't want to be hiding behind this." She says, motioning toward the plush. "I wanted to have you really look at me."

You reach out and forcefully take the plush from her. "Go ahead then." 

Wonyoung places her hands on her lap and looks down before collecting herself. She shakes slightly as she looks at you. "I've loved you for a really long time, but you were always out of reach. S-sometimes, I wanted to tell you, but you would be dating someone else. I-I want to be with you. S-so w-would y-y-you…" She tries to take a breath, and you see her struggling. 

You kneel in front of her and take her hands in your own. "It’s okay." You say, reassuring her.

"Would you be my boyfriend?" She asks. Wonyoung has her eyes closed tightly as if awaiting rejection.

"I'd love to."

She hesitantly opens her eyes. "Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Wonyoung, I've loved you for a long time, too, but you never showed any interest in me, so I thought maybe I should date others to get you off my mind. Hearing you say that, though, makes me really happy." Wonyoung nearly pushes you onto the floor as she hugs you with all her strength. She continues to spout on and on about how she loves you. She can't help but cry as you accept her love. Wonyoung refuses to let you go as you try to return to your seat. The Ferris wheel ends soon, and Wonyoung rushes to dry her tears before you both leave the carriage. The day becomes night, and it comes time to go home. You both get in your car as you ready yourself to drop her off. "I guess I'll drop you off at home."

"Can we- can I sleep with you tonight?" She asks shyly.

"What?" You say, slightly stunned at her words.

"I want to sleep with you." She replies with her words trailing off at the end. "I've waited a long time, and I want to sleep with you," Wonyoung says, mustering her courage. 

"Alright, we'll sleep together. It'll be our first night as a couple." Wonyoung smiles all the way home. The car ride was slightly filled with sexual tension. You hadn't expected Wonyoung to be so proactive as to say she wanted to sleep with you. You also hadn't fully registered what she wanted when you agreed. You couldn't say anything to her at this point and awkwardly drove the entire way home. When you arrived, you both sat in the car for a minute, unable to move.

Eventually, you were able to step out of the car. Wonyoung quickly followed.  You both wasted no time as you made your way to your bedroom. "S-so, I guess we should take our clothes off." 

"Y-yes, we should," Wonyoung responded with the same nervous voice. You both looked away from the other as you stripped down. "I-I can turn around when you do."

"Okay, we'll turn around on three. One, two, three!" You both turn around, covering yourself. "W-we should probably take our hands away." Wonyoung shyly nods, and you both slowly put your hands to the side. Your eyes make their way down Wonyoung's body. You get caught up at her legs, though, long, toned, and thick; you marvel at them. You slowly get hard as you think about Wonyoung's body. Wonyoung blushes as she watches your cock rise to full mast. 

She steps forward, "Can…can I touch it?" You nod. She seems mesmerized by it as her hand reaches out and grasps your cock. You moan as she touches it. A smile crosses Wonyoung's face; she's happy she can make you feel good. Wonyoung starts to stroke your cock; without any prior experience, she's doing a good job. Her pace is anything but consistent, though, as she sometimes goes from incredibly slow to very quick. You run your hands around her stomach before taking a breast in each hand. Your palms squeeze her soft flesh, drawing a moan from her. Wonyoung's tits were topped with tiny pink nipples; her areola wasn't much bigger. Taking her nipple between your forefinger and thumb, you pinch her nipples while massaging her breasts. You both moan from the pleasure you're experiencing. You lean down slightly, kissing Wonyoung. She returns the kiss with enthusiasm, not wanting it to end. While you're kissing her, her hands start to move quickly. Her palm rubs the head of your cock as you both moan into the kiss. 

You feel yourself getting close to your orgasm and your hips bucking automatically. Wonyoung feels your cock throbbing and sudden wetness as precum covers her hand. Your precum allows her to stroke your cock at a faster pace. "Wonyoung, I'm going to cum." You say to warn her. She continues to stroke your cock  at a quick pace until you cum in her hand. The warm liquid spurts onto her forearm and covers her hand. While you recover, Wonyoung stares at her cum-covered hand, mesmerized by it, before putting up to her mouth and licking it. The salty taste fills her mouth as she licks her hand clean. The sight makes you hard again. "Should we continue?" You ask her.

Wonyoung climbs onto your bed and lays on her back. Her hands go down to her shaven slit, and she spreads her lips for you. Her pink pussy is there for you to take in. "Please," she says, almost like she's pleading with you to do it. "I want you." She says quietly. You climb over her and align yourself with her. 

"Are you ready?" You ask before you do the deed. Wonyoung gives you a nod. You press against her entrance and push past her lips. You hear her gasp as you thrust inside her. You plant a kiss on Wonyoung's lips; her arms wrap around you as she keeps you there. Her walls caress your cock as you push deeper inside her.  Wonyoung moans into the kiss as you start to move inside her. Your hands grip her legs as you thrust into her. "Wonyoung, you're so tight." You moan into her ear as you thrust. Wonyoung's walls try to keep you inside her, clamping down on your cock. Her moans grow louder at your comments.

"You're so big," she groans. You're pounding her into the bed as you revel in the pleasure. Her legs keep you in place as you split her apart with every thrust. Wonyoung closes her eyes and moans; you watch the beauty before you enjoy herself as sweat begins to cover her body. Her hair becomes more of a mess with every thrust. You cup her cheek, and she opens her eyes; she meets your gaze.

"You're the most beautiful person in the world, Wonyoung. I love you." You groan as the pleasure starts to become too much. 

Wonyoung pushes her head up to kiss you. "I love you too." Wonyoung whines as she feels her climax coming. Her walls tighten around you as you continue to thrust. 

"I'm going to cum, Wonyoung. Let me go." 

"No, I want you to cum inside me. Please." You relent and slam your cock into Wonyoung again. You both shout as you reach your orgasm. Your semen fills Wonyoung. Her leg’s grip on you doesn't loosen; she keeps you in place as her cunt milks you for all of your cum. You watch Wonyoung's face drift into a pure orgasmic state as she feels you fill her womb with cum. After a few minutes, her legs finally release their hold over you. You stay buried inside her for a little longer before pulling out of her. You roll over onto your back, and Wonyoung moves to place her head on your chest. Cum leaks from her pussy onto her thighs as she uses her fingertip to trace something on your chest.

You put your arm around her head and kiss her forehead. "I love you," she says, her eyes trying to remain open as she slowly drifts off to sleep.

Love you twice - LE SSERAFIM - YUNJIN x M! Reader (+18)

tw: cheating coz we're trash but maybe it's reasonable? I'm kidding! Don't cheat ya bastards! I actually had this in the back of my mind the moment I heard her song but just got lazy writing

'They're definitely the perfect couple.' Yunjin thought as she joined the two occupants of the car before it drove off.

"Good morning Yunjin." You greet giving a good eye smile at the rear view mirror to see the girl who just entered.

"Good morning sir." The girl did her best to act as normal as she could.

"Love, where are we having lunch later?" The girl beside you asked.

"Uh... I'm not sure if I'll be available later. Yunjin, what's my day?" You answered.

"You will be occupied till from 10:00 to 18:00 or longer depending on the outcome of the presentation." Yunjin answered.

"See love." You announced as the girl beside you pouts.

"I'll make it up to you." You reassured before pulling her head to plant a kiss on.

"Just drop me off for my pilates." The woman says as you hummed.

Meanwhile at the back Yunjin sits quietly trying her best to distract herself from the sight in front of her. As you and your girlfriend interlaced each other's arm as she then rests her head on your shoulder doing her best not to cause any distraction as you continue to focus on the road.

'Of course, pilates.' Yunjin mumbles as she fixes her sight at the tablet ticking every detail for your next meeting.

"Yunjin, have you had your coffee yet?" You asked as she finally realizes you're pulling up to a drive thru.

"N-not yet." Yunjin answered in a hurry.

"Alright, that'll be..." You continued to chat with the server on the other end of the intercom as Yunjin just stared at you through the rear view mirror.

To her disappointment she suddenly remembers the third participant in the car who's clinging onto you like a Koala on its tree.

"You okay back there?" Yunjin must've been so lost in her head that she failed to realize your hand handing out the coffee.

"O-oh, sorry sir."

"Is that a new top?" You asked, surprising the lady who had just taken a sip of her coffee.

"Y-yes. H-how did you?" Yunjin was awestruck at your keen observation.

"I mean, we pretty much see each other every day..." You replied and she chuckled at the thought.

"Right."

"Looks good on you though." You followed bringing a burning sensation on Yunjin's cheeks.

"Thanks–"

"I wonder if I'd look good with it as well." The other girl asks.

"Of course it will." You answered and the girl brightly smiled and turned to Yunjin at the back seat.

"Will it?"

"Yes, ma'am." Yunjin answered in full enthusiasm.

"Hmmm." The lady hummed.

Yunjin stares at the girl as a smile forms across her face gaining such joy from the complements. Yunjin in her thoughts; 'Of course you'll look good in anything... You're KIM FUCKING CHAEWON.'

"I'm off love!" She announced before placing a deep smooch on your cheek making sure to leave a red mark of ownership.

"Love you." She followed

"Love you too!" You whispered as she mouthed her reply; "love you more."

As the girl strides carefully to her own schedule you look back at your assistant who's currently at the back of the car. She looks up at you with an anxious face.

"Wanna move seats?" You asked and she realizes that It's more convenient if she's right beside you.

Swiftly, Yunjin took the seat next to you before you drove off to your office. As the trip continues Yunjin can't help but steal glance at you.

Then it just hits her, you've been working alongside each other for almost 2 years now. Yunjin doubts you'd think about it but it's actually a significant thing for her.

"Tough day ahead of me huh?" You commented as your eyes focused on the road.

"Yeah, quite a schedule." She replied even chuckling slightly with no sense of tension unlike earlier.

With no less than half an hour you two finally reached your office and quickly went straight to your first meeting. Yunjin handing out copies of your proposal to your potential future investors.

You can't lie having Yunjin with you really makes everything easier. These presentations wouldn't be as smooth as they are if she wasn't presenting ideas to make a better appeal to your targets.

"Wow. That really went well."

"It really did sir. You did so well!" Yunjin cheered as you sat down and stared at the contract.

"Damn." You whisper and your assistant immediately knows why as she hides a chuckle.

"I'll be here sir." She encouraged, as you two just smiled at each other before turning your attention to the mountain of paperwork in front of you.

Seconds, Minutes, and Hours passed and yet more and more paperwork piled up on your desk. You stood up and looked at it with such confusion asking what was all the work you did earlier seeing the height of the stack didn't even flinched.

An exhausted sigh escapes your lips as you look towards Yunjin who didn't even bat an eye on you and is too focused on her pile.

Being a little jealous of her work ethic you decide to suck it up and continue working on your pile, then time flows like it was nothing. The next thing you know, it's already way past working hours. You stretch your arms and look towards your assistant who's motionless on her seat.

You approach the lady and realize that she has fallen asleep in such an upright position that it seems like she's just sitting. You chuckled before deciding to call it a night. You took the papers from both of your desks and brought them to your car before going back to get Yunjin who's still asleep.

Carrying her to your car wasn't really a challenge which surprised you since you know how hard managing time is specially with her line of work and the fact the she can find the time to stay fit was something you're unable to fathom.

"Mhmm." Yunjin softly whines as she then stretches her arms out before coming to her senses on where she's currently at.

"W-whe-..." Yunjin peeks towards you and sees your smile. She blushes profusely before turning away from you.

"Happy 2nd year anniversary of being my hardest working employee." You suddenly announce and Yunjin's mouth drops as she finally notices the small box in front of her.

"W-wha?"

"I know, I'm sorry I couldn't bring it up earlier. I was too in the zone with the presentation." You joked as she gives you a bright smile.

"You really didn't have to." She whispered.

You shrug in response, as she starts to fiddle with the box. Admiring the quality of materials just for the packaging, her finger finally finds the opening and as soon as she opens it. She was greeted with sparkles.

"O-oh my..." Tears suddenly fell from the corner of her eyes as she takes the gift out of its containment.

"Sir~." She whines looking at you with such a happy expression despite the tears falling off her face.

"I'm taking you home. Go and get some rest, you can take the week off as well" You offered and Yunjin's eyes widens.

"W-wai..."

"That's too mu-." Yunjin's comment stops as she was in awe at your face, illuminated by the city lights.

"Oh don't give me that crap! You've been working your ass off covering my tardiness as your superior. I think this is the least I can give back. Honestly, you can ask for anything I'd gladly give it to you."

"No!" Yunjin suddenly bursts leaving you in shock.

"I can see the pile of papers at the back. I wanna help you with it!"

"But-..." Just as when you're about to protest you see Yunjin's deadly gaze.

"Fine."

"Lucky us, Chaewon won't be home tonight. We can work at my place." You propose and Yunjin smiled.

Now this isn't the first time you two would be at your place for work, though this will be the first time you two will be together on with a momentous occasion. Unlike the first year of Yunjin where she had an office party then.

"Care for a drink?" You asked as soon as you two entered the house.

"Can we get some alcohol? I feel like easing up a bit." Yunjin asks and you agree before placing down the box of papers in your office.

"How about some wine? And I'll order some fried chicken from that place me and Chaewon used to order at this time."

'Of course Chaewon again'.

"Yeah, sounds good." Yunjin agrees.

Moments passed as the two of you just started working on the piles of papers when the doorbell rings and you quickly bolted off of your seat to grab it.

"Hmmm that smells so nice!" Yunjin immediately left her station to join you in the living room.

The two of you finally decided to pause working and hang out. Chicken and wine in front of you and the two of you just sat next to each other.

"2 years huh?" You suddenly comment in the middle of your peaceful feast.

"Y-yeah." She replies.

"I didn't think you'd endure it that far."

"W-why not?"

"I mean, your line of job isn't for everyone... Trust me I've seen you pass out almost all of the time." She chuckles but she then realized that it's all true.

"M-maybe it's just the management is too good to be true." She jokes but meant all of it.

"And the pay is hefty." She added.

The two of you laughed as you sat there enjoying each bite of chicken and sip of wine. After a minute of fully enjoying the moment...

"So..."

"How's you and Mrs?" Yunjin suddenly asks.

"Heh! She's perfect." You answered not thinking of anything else as your mind drifted to your girlfriend.

"She really is."

"Kim Chaewon." You whispered. "She's the best, I... Seriously can't ask for more."

Unbeknownst to you, the girl you're currently with, the one sitting right next to you is having her heartbroken into tiny pieces as you continue your dialogue.

"I-i just love her."

'Of course you do.' The girl thought as she downs a whole glass of wine.

"Hey~ slow down there." You warned as you've realized how flushed her face is.

"Aahhhh! Whooo! That hits the spot." Yunjin exclaims as she slams the wine glass down.

"Y-you good?"

"Y-yeah, just... Jealous."

"Hehe, w-wait what?" You laughed thinking maybe you heard her wrong but little did you know that the magic of alcohol is doing its job.

"Yunjin."

"I mean two years... It really does make you wonder... How was I able to endure that long?"

"And if I'm being honest, the amount of workload I had would put shame into horses that have carriage all day."

"Jen."

"Hehe, right, that's my nickname, and it's been a while since you've called me that. Ever since you've dated Ms. Perfect you've been shy of calling me by my nickname." Her voice lowers as if she's losing energy mentioning the other girl.

"Uh..."

"Sshhh." She shushed before lowering her head on your shoulder.

"You said earlier that I can ask for anything right?"

Was it a mistake? Are you regretting giving your word that you'll be willing to give her anything. Now that she's showing a side of her that you never knew. No, this is for her, maybe she's gonna be reasonable despite the cracks that the alcohol let slip.

"W-what is it that you w-want?" You asked in a shaky voice.

Yunjin took a deep breath before saying; "You..."

Fuck.

"I want you..."

"But Yunjin, I have..." Perhaps you're being too hasty as you've failed to realize that Yunjin isn't finished yet.

"To look at me for tonight. Just me."

"Yunjin, this..."

You were about to say that 'this isn't right' but the alcohol starts hitting you, and your lips shut as your eyes are locked onto your coworker.

You then start to admire her visuals. You can't lie, you've had your fair share of glances at Yunjin before saying to yourself 'god she's beautiful.'

Her glimmering eyes, those plum lips, her cute nose mole. She's a sight to be stared at for a whole century, hell, forever even.

"Those eyes..." Yunjin whispers before taking the space in front of you locking you in between her legs as her arms snakes on your neck.

"Can they stay on me for the rest of the night?" Her hot breath brushes against your face, riddled with the smell of alcohol hits your nose causing your beads of sweat to form.

"H-how could they not?" You answered which caused Yunjin to turn away for a second.

"A-after those two years..." She whispered.

"It's stupid to assume that no one will catch a feeling for one another." She added.

"W-what are you sayin'?"

"I like you dummy." She replies in her shaky voice.

"Yun–.” Your lips shut as if she knew you were about to protest and say something she wouldn't be satisfied with.

But she didn't shut it with just a boring way, she shut it using her own lips. Those red plump alcohol hinted lips locks onto yours like it's the last thing she'll ever do.

"Hhmmm." As if her hunger was finally satiated, tasting every inch of your mouth exchanging your wine drowned spits.

Your hands instinctively traveled to her hips pressing her down to your legs before your make out session grew more and more aggressive.

[BUZZ]

Yunjin eyes shoots open when she hears her phone notification, quickly fishing it out of her pocket carefully as to not break your connection. She side eyes the phone to see a message from no other than...

Yunjin's eyes widens, guilt starts to creep in but she's already in too deep, as you've detached your lips from hers and start to explore her jawline tracing down her neck, giving Yunjin a chance to reply.

"What's that?" You asked as Yunjin quickly threw her phone away.

"Nothing, let's keep going?" Her devious smile made you anxious but with just a subtle lip bite you quickly came off your senses.

Your lips reconnect before her hands start working on your shirts button. You can feel the aggressiveness and frantic movements of her hands as she works unbuttoning each of them.

"Excited aren't we?" You teased in between the kisses.

Feeling her grin within your lips your hands traveled from her hips down towards her thighs. A hum escapes Yunjin's lips and hits your ears like a violin note played perfectly.

At the back of your mind, drowned by your wine pooling mind are the multiple thoughts. Most significant of them being... Guilt. You know that this isn't it and at the end of this you'll question yourself.

Yunjin pulls away from you before ripping off your shirt. Her eyes lights up from the sight as she almost drool over you. Being an exemplary employee she didn't want to let her superior be along with the experience. Quickly discarding her top presenting you with a sight you never expected to see.

"W-wow." You mouthed making Yunjin blush.

Your hands suddenly had a mind of their own and immediately landed on her slim hips. Feeling her milky skin against your hands was heavenly but then her hands suddenly grabs yours. Scared that they'll be pulled away, you tensed up producing a chuckle from Yunjin.

"Calm down..." She said softly.

"I won't leave." Yunjin's hands suddenly guides yours upwards.

Your eyes follow the path as it takes its time making sure you're able to trace her upper abs and finally reached her chest. A sigh of relief from both of you as if it took too long, but to be fair it did take 2 years for Yunjin to be in this position.

Speaking of which you've had enough of seeing Yunjin towering over you and you did felt her legs shaking during your hands travel up her torso.

Feeling her ease up at your touch giving her healthy mounds a good squeeze, you took the opportunity and switched. Carefully placing Yunjin down being wary to not leave the space between her legs.

It must've taken her by surprise, evident in her eyes beaming with excitement, even doing a tease by biting the tip of her finger giving you a seductive look.

Yunjin suddenly says; "I love you."

You paused looking at her sincere eyes. Your heart should've been firm for Chaewon but the way she's under you, the way her eyes digs deep through yours her chest rising up and down, her hands cupping your cheeks with such softness.

2 years really does have an impact especially when you're always with each other...

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You didn't reply, you couldn't, how could you? This is all too sudden for you, even with the help of wine, your heart remains confused. On one hand you have Chaewon, who's been with you for almost a year now, she's been such a sweetheart, honestly don't deserve her evident from the fact that you're half naked on top of your secretary, speaking of which, on your other hand you have Yunjin, who's been with you since the beginning of your company, you were questioning the fact that she stayed for 2 years under your supervision giving her literally almost every work and yet she didn't ask for anything but seeing her now, hearing her confession made you realize what her reason is for staying that long.

"Hey... You're staring." She whispered softly.

"It's just... You're really beautiful." At the moment of heat you see her blush, trying to look away holding back her smile behind that lip bit of her.

Your heart swaying at the sight of the lady under you, damn it! Now your smiling at how adorably shy she is. How could you missed this, all those time you two were alone in your office.

All those overnight shifts you two had, even late night calls to verify a document. Fuck.

"Shall we?" She asks after recovering from earlier.

With agreement the only option you have, your lips reconnected with hers, tasting once more that sweet savoury lips of hers. However, Yunjin was eager to have more of you as her hands starts to work on your lower garments.

"Yunjin..." You whispered in between the spit exchange.

"Mhmm sir."

"Are you sure about this?" You questioned but that shouldn't have been directed to the lady.

You two paused before another smile from Yunjin appeared.

"I've waited 2 years for this, you think I'll question myself if I'm sure?"

The mere second after her answer, she finally finishes working on your pants pulling it down along with your underwear. You member swings and hits her thighs.

"Fuck." She hissed at the sight of your hard length.

Her hands wasted no time, gripping you and slowly stroking your member feeling the whole thing like she's never seen one before.

"You're so big... No wonder Chaewon's so possessive, even I'd keep this for myself." With your ego and cock being stroked. Yunjin took the opportunity to use her free hand to slowly remove her lower clothing as well.

"Fuck! You're wet–." You exclaimed as Yunjin starts rubbing the tip of your member onto her entrance.

Confident that you're well lubed, Yunjin fixes her position centering you inline with her core. A last look of assurance from both of you as you slowly penetrate her. Yunjin's face contorted in a mix of satisfied yet surprised look even going as to bite her lip to suppress her moan but a small whimper cuts through and enters your eardrums.

"F-fuck, sir!"

Meanwhile you're there trying your best not to be fully consumed by your lust, feeling her warm walls easing up on your member, makes your mouth salivate and it doesn't help that her moans along with her hands that's tussling with your hair was added with the sensation.

Now you're lost, within your feelings, within the sound of your assistant's moans and whimpers, within her arms around your neck and within her warm core. Skins slapping like there's no tomorrow as Yunjin's pulls you in for a kiss but ends up sucking your lips to somehow distribute the pleasure she's currently feeling but she's not alone as your hands grabs a hold of her orbs plying them like dough as you continue to bury yourself deep inside her.

"Aaahhh fucking–..." Your groan as you feel her walls clenching your member. A long sultry sigh from Yunjin tells you that's she climaxed arching her back while digging her nails onto you.

"Siiir!"

"Yes. Yunjin?" You asked.

"More." She answered before removing herself from you.

Such a contrast with words and action but you should've guessed what's happening. As Yunjin then repositioned herself on the arm rest of the couch, with her back side in front of you.

Glistening with her sweet juice, you just stare drooling at the sight of your assistant's juice bums. Your length twitched imagining the feel of her healthy loafs on your hand.

"What are you waiting for?" Yunjin seductively shakes her ass for you.

You swallowed a gallon of saliva before lining yourself against her ass, your eyes glued on her backside as your hands found its place on top of them.

"Hhmmm, sir. Just please put it in me."

"You're so fucking hot." You hissed as you slowly enter her core once more, her love liquid seeping through the crevice.

"Mhhmmm fuck!" Yunjin moaned.

"S-slap my ass sir." She suddenly asks, your hand twitched on top of her soft butt.

Giving them a good squeeze before placing a well controlled slap that leaves a few red marks on the lady's pearl skin. She hummed at the feel as you continued the deed matching every 5 strokes with a slap.

You then notice that Yunjin's core starts to get more and more wet along with her moans becoming more and more louder.

"Y-yes sir! Fuck me!"

"S-shit! God you're becoming tighter!"

"All because of you sir. Holy–f-fuck... your dick is so good!"

"I can't last any longer Yunjin!"

"Do it sir! Inside me! Fill me up!"

You gave her ass another slap before digging into her the deepest that you can before shooting wads of your seed. A loud moan escapes both of your lips as you collapse alongside each other. You two took your time to catch your breath as she rests her head on your chest with her hand placed on top of your heart.

"Sir." Yunjin called after her breathing became normal.

"Yunjin." The two of you sure should've had a lot to say to each other but the moment your eyes meet those words were brushed to the side and you could only smile.

Yunjin whispers: "I love you."

Then suddenly...

➤ ⟣┄─ . ✧ ── LET'S GET FREAKY 【 Miguel O'hara thirst 】 sub bottom miguel. nsfw. reader has 2 dicks. (kinda snake) vemon! reader. miguel has a pussy. eating out miguel. reader is a bit silly.

Venom! Reader sneaks into spiderman headquarters and gets a bit silly.

Miguel's strong thighs are wrapped tightly 'round your head, your long tongue burried deep within his pussy as obscene wet sounds resonate within the small room you're in. Your hands are grasping at Miguel's ass, making sure he can't move away from the endless pleasure you're given him.

Miguel's moaning, hasn't stopped since you went down on him, and his gripping at your hair as you continue you tongue fuck him and circle his clit (the pros of having an alien tongue).

"Ahhh— ahh, fuck.. Fuck..!"

His breath is laboured, squeezing his thighs tighter around your head as he feels his legs spasm, and it doesn't help the fact that he could see a bulge forming, from your tongue alone. Anytime you laugh, the vibrations are sent right to his pussy— and he's sure he's seeing stars by now.

"Ahh.. Spider's are ssho yummy." You have a goofy grin on your face as you lift your head from in between Miguel's thighs, his cum splattered all over your face and mouth— as if someone had thrown a carton of milk your way. Miguel can't help but blush at the view of you covered in all his fluids, feeling his pussy constrict around nothing as you easily tower over him. Your dicks visible as you glide it up and down Miguel's pussy.

"It's like a slidee.." You slur, watching as both your cocks easily glide up and down Miguel's wet folds, now covered with your own, oozing black cum. Miguel furrows his brows, a blush still covering his cheeks as he hooks his legs around you.

".. Nng.. Jus' put it in already..!" He hisses, sharp teeth visible as he tries to grind on you for any friction. You tut at his behaviour, shaking your head mockingly as you grab hold of his hips— easily holding him down (something that stirs up Miguel's core even more).

"Gotta knock first." You giggle, holding Miguel down with one hand as you take one of your dicks with the other— knocking it against his clit as you imitate the sound "Knock, knock."

You're sure Miguel will find some way to kill you, so you quickly do the same with your other dick before he can have the chance to register what happened and complain.

"You—"

You push both of your dicks in, relishing at the wet sound that soon follows, and the way Miguel becomes all choked up— eyes rolled to the back of his head as you keep his thighs wide open, pushing them further towards his own body until his knees touch his shoulder.

"Spider's so flexible too.."

Miguel feels his mouth open, but no sound comes out as you start your brutal thrusts to his pussy, rendering him breathless for a few seconds. He moans and whimpers, muttering Spanish words underneath his breath as you continue to fuck him— never once taking your eyes off of his form. It's not long before Miguel cums for what feels like the 19th time— and ends up tired as he tires to lock his legs around your waist.

"Fuckin.. Hell.."

all my works r rushed and unedited but don't think with your brain but think with your dick 😞

maybe doing a part two but with hobie ☝ but then again idk british slang.