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note : i feel like this isn't that good cause I didn't know how to end it
"S-stop its embarrassing." You smile at the red boy who was trying to cover his face with his hands.
"Aw baby, what's embarrassing? The fact that you're rutting on my thigh like a bitch in heat or the fact that we're doing this in the locker room where anyone can walk in and see us? Oh! Or is it that you're clearly hard from that tent in your pants?" You say, in feigned confusion, watching the poor boy turn even redder from your teasing and vulgar words.
He whines as you giggle. It was so easy to tease the guy and you almost felt bad. Almost.
"Come on, use your words and tell me." With a thigh between his legs that kept on moving, your hands tightly gripping his waist, and his back to the lockers, it was like he was trapped. With no idea how to get out of the situation, he peeks through his hands but quickly closes them again right as he saw the domineering look on your face.
"E-everything," he sputters, hands still covering his face. "Everything?" You raise an eyebrow. "Really? Then why are you so hard? And don't think I haven't noticed you speed up, don't you dare cum without permission." You say the last part with such strictness, it makes Kenma even hornier if that was even possible.
A whimper leaves him as he slows down. He's about to open his mouth to beg until footsteps are heard outside the door.
"Kenma? Are you still in the locker room? It's been 10 minutes."
You abruptly stop and look at the door, making Kenma whine from the abrupt stop of pleasure. Right as he starts to reply, an idea sparks in your head and you quickly move his hips against your thigh, in a sharp, rapid motion.
'Yeah i'm- hmph!" He tries to send you a glare but you can't help but giggle quietly because the glare doesn't look menacing at all. It really just looks as if he's pleading for you to stop. "Just looking for my ah- m-my water bottle!"
"Oh okay well be quick, practice is about to start." You hear the footsteps leave and you grin at Kenma.
"You know what actually? Let's finish this up quickly so we can finish this at home."
"B-but what about practice?" You coo at your boyfriend. He really does love volleyball if he's worried about skipping practice right when he's humping your thigh.
"Kenma, baby." Your boyfriend blushes at the sudden pet name.
"You won't be able to walk for a while when I deal with you at home plus they'll see us leave the locker room and guess exactly what happened in here. So let's get out of here while we can, okay?"
I think that’s about it…..idk Not edited so maybe a lil typos
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The relationship for You and König from your parties perspective was seen as two rivals. You two were both at each others throat trying to one up each other which was normal for you but König? He was more of the gentle type except for in the battle field where he was the most brutal but they don’t know your relationship.
Not at all.
You could feel his eyes on you again and you turn back there he is the silent colonel staring at you with intensity as you where showing the party some knew information. You looked back still explaining when you had the brilliant idea to arch your back a little while you reach over to get a pen from the other side of the table you grabbed it and ended your meet up for that day so you can get ready for tomorrow.
The stares of the masked man still lingered as you went on with your day you could see him standing from the corner of your eye, it felt humorous he thinks you can’t see him? He is massive! What an idiot. You looked back at him and he flinched as you walk towards him “hello sir your eyes been on me all day. What did I do wrong?” You asked looking up at him with your arms crossed his eyes softened and he mumbled “pl-please….meet me at my room please….” He said trying to look stronger by puffing out his chest and clenching his fists.
You could burst out laughing but that would lead others into the conversation. “I will soon colonel ok? Be patience for me yes?” You said smiling innocent and König lets out a huff his hand raises to hold your but you swat it away making him let out a gasp “no touching remember? Wait for me at your room ok?” You said ending the conversation as you walk away leaving him there standing pitifully.
That night when everyone was asleep you snuck into König’s room and smiled as you saw him sat on his bed hands on his lap looking gloomy but cheered up as soon as he noticed your presence watching you shut the door quietly. “did you miss me König?” You asked tilting your head and the taller man nodded eagerly. “yes- ye-yes” he repeated frantically his voice trembling you almost felt bad for him as you walked to the man lifting his head up with your hand.
“my poor baby you did so well!” You said getting onto his lap his hands tried to hold your waist but he flinched as you continued to voice “…but you lost it on the last day! You know what that means right baby?“ you smiled sinisterly “whatever I do… no touching ok? This will be one of your punishments today for being so impatient..” you watched his eyes gloss over with panic and sadness as his hands gripped the edge of the bed where he sat. You took of your pajama pants you had on at the time along with your panties looking at him as you touch yourself teasing him and you can see his chest rise and fall his blue eyes hungrily scan your body, you can already see a tent rising in his grey sweat pants you let out a giggle.
“stay still and be a good boy for me ok König?” You said straddling him your left hand around his neck the other pulling down his pants his length springing out as König let out a whimper at the cool breeze hitting him. As per your orders he hasn’t touched himself, touched you, he hasn’t even watched porn but you didn’t order him to do that he was so sensitive he needed it so bad. “p-please mommy- mama- please” he begged looking at your fingers trace gently over him he needed more, he need everything, he needed you.
You turned your attention to him “use your words König” you demanded him. his hips stuttered up to get any friction but you moved your hand away from him then he spoke “please touch me- I want it please mommy…” he begged over and over again almost to the point of crying you kissed the outer corner of his eye and whispered “sense you asked so nicely baby…” you smiled as your hand traveled under his mask you spoke. “now suck.” you comande and he obediently did his mouth lapping at you fingers first then taking them into his mouth suckling it as he looked at you his eyes dilating as you say your praises.
Once your fingers where well coated your hand moved to König’s lonely manhood teasing the tip as you watch his eyes roll back at your warm hand barely touching him. “aw you missed me so much huh baby?” You laughed out as he nodded his head looking down at your hand teasing his length.
He gasped, hips twitching as you started to trace the veins of his dick letting out a whimper as you begin to move in a good pace. You see him buck his hips which you quickly push them down. Your face turn to him kissing his masked jaw. “you’re such a slut you know König? So impatient for me huh?” You said and König whined “n-no not a slut- no” he said his head laying on yours it made you laugh when you felt him pulse in your hand “oh ya? Then why do you like it when I degrade you huh? You like it when I call you names?” You whispered in his ear and he shivered clenching the bed sheets as he felt himself close.
“you’re acting like a deprived whore you like that nasty stuff huh? Creep~” you spat with a nasty grin on your face. The taller man lets out a shaky semi-loud moan as he was on the edge seeing stars but the high left him as you stopped all movement your thumb squeezing gently at the slit of his tip. “wa-what are y-you mommy- plea-hah plea-I” he was letting out begs and sobs you kissed his neck and masked cheek smiling evilly “do you remember König? It will be a punishment today!” You say bubbly the taller man was about to protest but stopped when he was pushed down to the mattress it squeaking under his weight.
His doe eyes stared at you his black eye makeup a little smeared from letting out his little pathetic cries. You positioned yourself on his length your hand cupping his chest rubbing circles on them making him let out shaky breath.
“Be a good boy and maybe I’ll let you have your way with me~”
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A/N!
WAAH WOH OH MY my first smut! Honestly imma bout to throw up cuz I’m still not healthy yet 😞
Buttt I had a lot of fun making this! Please understand I’m not really skilled with smuts sense idk I don’t think I’m that good at writing them! I hope you do like it!
for your event may i request oikawa + overstim? he makes the cutest sounds i just know it
tw: overstim, femdom reader, afab reader/
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throwing his head back, oikawa’s face was flushed as he felt himself in a pool of sweat and cum. it was as if his skin was on fire, his back arching and short, high pitched moans slipped passed his lips. those sounds only intensified when you brought his swollen cock back into your hands.
“what’s wrong? you’ve been doing so well don’t you want your reward?” he sniffled, nodding his head slowly, incoherently babbling about how he wanted you to make him feel good.
“don’t worry toru, baby, i will.” you caressed his cheek, swiping away a stay tear before straddiling his waste and teasing his over stimulated tip with your wet pussy. his eyes quickly widened as his breaths deepened. you barely giving him any time to anticipate your actions.
swiftly, you slammed your hips down against his, watching as he jolted up, caught in a fit of whimpering and moaning. oikawa could barely function, his brains turned to mush as his dick throbbed inside you, just how you liked it.
Well I'm pretty sure Oikawa would fuck you in the changing room before he goes home. And would punish you if you disturb his practice, if you where naughty enough to tease him along with his teammates 🤔
Sorry bby, but here, we’re the ones doing the punishing!
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Oikawa knows he’s good. He’s talented, smart, and hot. Despite that, his insecurities sometimes get the bettered him.
Watching you talk with his team’s athletic trainer sparked something in him. He didn’t like the feeling of anger bubbling up within him, but he couldn’t help it. He at least had the self control to wait until you were done with you conversation.
The moment you were done speaking, Oikawa grabbed your arm and dragged you into the locker room.
Pushing you up against a locker, Oikawa smashed his lips onto yours. Confused but willing, you kissed back.
Oikawa pulled back, panting slightly. “What we’re you talking about?” He asked.
“What?” You responded, confused.
“With him,” Oikawa snapped. “What we’re you talking about?”
Your eyes widened in surprise, then it hit you. Your realization caused you to laugh, which you quickly tried to hide behind your hand. “Tooru,” you said, trying not to smile. “Your trainer and I were talking about you.”
It was Oikawa’s turn to be surprised. “I-what?”
Still chuckling, you brought your hand up to run through his hair. “Silly boy, he was telling me about the new training regiment he’s making for you. He wanted me to make sure you stuck to it instead of doing your own.”
Oikawa stood in stunned silence, eyes wide and unblinking. “Oh,” he said awkwardly.
Your hand running through Oikawa’s hair suddenly gripped it hard. Oikawa’s head was yanked back and a hiss of pain left his mouth.
Then you flipped your positions, pressing Oikawa up against the locker. “You know what happens to bad boys who get jealous, don’t you baby?”
At your words, a haze came into Oikawa’s eyes and his posture became slumped. He nodded and looked meekly into your eyes. “They get punished,” he whispered.
You nodded, “That’s right.” Oikawa tensed, anticipating a hit. But instead, you release him and started walking towards the door.
You laughed at the look on confusion and want on Oikawa’s face. “I can’t punish you in here, baby. We wouldn’t have enough time. And I’m sure you wouldn’t want your teammates to see.” And with a wink, you exited the room.
Oikawa buried red face into his hands and groaned. How the hell was he supposed to go back out there with a hard on?
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Will sit between your legs, resting his head on your inner thighs, looking up at you with the sweetest, widest, begging eyes.
Who loves to be called kitten or baby, shivering and purring whenever you call him either one.
Who keens and melts if you whisper it into his ear, voice slightly raspy.
Who tries so hard to be a brat, wanting to be punished like one but at the end of the day all you have to do is look at him with stern eyes and a disapproving glare and suddenly he’s on his knees, begging for forgiveness.
Who claims he doesn’t like it when you mark him up. Whines out for you to stop when you begin to kiss up his neck but makes no effort to push you away or do anything else to get you to stop.
Who looks at himself in the mirror the next day, admiring the pretty purple splotches on his throat, tracing over them delicately with a finger before pressing down, letting out a helpless whimper at the ache of it.
Who likes to wear lacy panties with short skirts, purposely dropping something so he can bend over right in front of you, granting you a front row seat up the tiny strips of fabric that can barely be qualified as a skirt.
Who will wear those lacy panties and short skirts out into public along with a crop-top when he goes out with you, teasing you all throughout the day until you reach up his skirt and stroke his thigh.
Who drags you to a bathroom or closet, no regards for the public anymore as his moans and mewls fill the room.
female overstimulation is amazing but i rarely ever see male overstimulation being written.
like the kind where they’re hissing through their teeth that they’re clenching so hard it makes their entire jaw hurt. the kind that makes them fist the bed sheets so tightly that their fingers are starting to feel numb. the kind where they’re borderline trying to get away from you, their sweaty, tense body squirming and twitching all over, even though their hips are still relentlessly bucking upward; demanding more of your touch.
i’m thinking about the kind where their eyes are rolling into the back of their head and where they’re literally begging you to stop, with their upper lip quivering and their eyes getting so, so glazed with utter, lustful stupidity, despite the fact that they give no actual sign whatsoever of making you put a stop to your actions.
because they could, if they actually wanted to. they definitely could.
it’s the kind of overstimulation that just makes them pathetic as fuck and equally as endearing.
Lix thots- pegging him. Idk boy is just peggable. So pretty. So whiny. So eager to please. I bet he just loses himself to the pleasure when you peg him
impact play tw
“you’re so pretty when you cry, lix.”
he whines, turning his face away from you shyly as his cheeks and the tips of his ears turn a delicate shade of pink.
“uh-uh, look at me,” you warn.
you give him the chance to be obedient, to correct his behavior and when he doesn’t, you give him a light smack on the face to get his attention.
the effect is immediate. he whips his head back towards you, eyes wide.
“don’t look away from me again.”
“i’m sorry.”
“it’s okay, baby, i just want to see your pretty face while i’m fucking you.”
he whines again but doesn’t turn away this time, instead trapping his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from making too much noise. he’s embarrassed enough as it is. he’s already crying and whimpering… any more and—
“baby,” he moans, immediately breaking his resolve to keep it together.
“hm?”
“i… i need to cum,” he pants.
“you do?”
“yes… please, it hurts.”
“i’m not stopping you,” you muse, watching his cock twitch against his tummy. “you can cum whenever you want.”
felix’s eyebrows knit together in frustration. he opens his mouth as if to say something, blinks once, twice, and then closes it, pressing his lips into a pout.
“what is it?” you ask even though you know exactly what it is.
“i-i need more.”
“more?”
“please, more…”
“my cock isn’t enough for you?” you tease, angling your hips in a way that has your strap hitting felix’s prostate perfectly.
“you know that’s not what i mean,” he sobs.
“you don’t think you can cum like this?”
you try not to sound disappointed even though you are a little bit because you secretly were trying to test whether or not he could cum from penetration alone… but whatever your pretty boyfriend wants, your pretty boyfriend gets, so that would have to wait for another time.
“i might be able to, it just won’t feel as good,” felix explains shakily.
“ah, i see. spit in my hand.”
he does and you reward him for it instantly by wrapping that very same hand around his cock. felix sighs in relief as you start to pump your fist around him. his body goes limp and his eyes roll to the back of his head. he tries to buck up into your grasp but you don’t let him, smacking him again on the cheek to get him to behave.
he jolts, mouth falling open in a silent moan.
“that fast?” you muse, mostly to yourself as you watch your boyfriend struggle under you.
“not my fault you’re hot and you have a huge dick!” felix protests.
“it is your fault, actually. you picked it out.”
“screw the fucking details!” he cries. “we bought it online, you know i can’t conceptualize metrics when i’m horny!”
you can’t help but raise your eyebrows in shock at his little outburst. he notices and seems to shrink into himself, trying to hide like you’re not currently buried to the hilt inside of him.
“oh, someone gets mouthy when they’re desperate, don’t they?”
“sorry, ‘m sorry,” felix stammers, “it just feels too good, baby. i didn’t mean it. please let me cum.”
you eye him disapprovingly. “i don’t know if you deserve to.”
“god, please, i need to… baby, i need it. need to cum my fucking brains out, you feel too good inside of me…”
“well, you should’ve thought about that before taking back. ask me again in thirty seconds.”
🏷️ lee felix x fem!reader. cw ; sub!felix, perv!felix, mommy kink, masturbating with a plushie, getting caught, cumplay, oral (f), degradation, praise, name calling: slut, pet names: lixie, baby ( 2k w. )
minors dni. for mature audiences only !
felix couldn't help it. he really, really couldn't — there was nothing in the world that'd stop him from getting hard at the mere thought of you, let alone the scent of you.
he buried his nose deeper into the soft fabric of his togepi and took another whiff. he could picture you on top of him, slowly travelling down, taking his cock into your mouth. you'd know exactly what to do. you always know.
the massive plushie had been a gift from you. you'd won it at the summer carnival and had promptly handed it to him. you're the best trainer i know, you'd winked before you were dragged away by changbin to get more cotton candy. the sight of changbin's strong arms wrapped around your waist was burned into felix' memory.
it should've been me. he cuddled his togepi even closer, the irony not lost on him. i should be the one kneeling at her feet each night.
felix had harbored a crush on you ever since chan came up with the brilliant idea to convert their spare room into another bedroom to save on their monthly bills. another housemate to split the rent with had sounded great to felix, until he'd met the person he was going to be sharing a roof with.
"y/n, fuck," felix gasped, palming himself over his shorts. his cock ached and was starting to leak precum already. he always got so hard thinking about you.
the perfume he'd stolen (borrowed, he corrected himself) from the bathroom filled his nose. it was all too easy to close his eyes and pretend it was you in his arms. your hands traveling into his boxers and squeezing his cock. your fingers gliding along his shaft slowly, teasing...
but even with your scent surrounding him the nagging voice at the back of his head kept reminding him you weren't really there. no matter how hard he squeezed his cock, he couldn't get it right. felix let out a frustrated noise and kicked his shorts and boxers off, swinging his leg over the yellow plushie. he moaned when the pressure on his balls made him jerk upwards, rutting his cock into the soft fabric. the friction it provided was delicious, a little rough against his flushed tip, a jab of dull pain shooting pleasure up his spine.
"yes, yes, ahh fuck, y/n, mommy," he whined, holding the plush down with both hands to settle into a rhythm. he was already too far gone to feel embarrassed now, sticky precum darkening the fabric while he rutted against it like a dog in heat. images of you flashed in front of him, your pretty mouth, your plush thighs...
"'mmgonna - ahffuck, y/n, i'm cumming, please, please." his blond hair fell in front of his eyes and his thighs were shaking from exertion, "please let me cum, mommy - ah!"
his entire body trembled violently, ropes of hot cum defiling both his plushie and the sheets underneath. it took him a moment to catch his breath, chest heaving, finally squeezing out the last drops of cum with a shaky hand.
"what the hell, felix."
your voice rang through the air and it felt like a bucket of ice cold water got dumped over his head. felix scrambled to cover himself, pressed the togepi against his body in a feeble attempt to hide his twitching cock, grimacing when he felt his own warm cum stick to his skin.
"y/n - i'm so sorry, this isn't, it isn't what it looks like - i'm..."
he was rambling, and he knew it, mortified and waiting for your shocked expression to turn into disgust.
but it never did. instead, your gaze drifted from the plushie to his face and back down, a slow grin spreading over your pretty features.
"do it again."
"w-what?"
"i said, do it again."
you stepped into his bedroom and closed the door behind you, sitting down at the foot end of his bed.
"are you still hard?"
felix felt his entire face grow hot, from the tip of his nose to his ears. "yes, but —"
"i saw everything, felix. i heard everything."
he looked down and saw a pink flush spreading to his chest, contrasting with the yellow plushie still pressed tightly against his front.
you came closer and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "and it was the hottest thing i've ever seen," you whispered, catching his wide-eyed stare. "so i'm telling you to do it again. or do you need some help from mommy?"
felix' eyes fluttered shut. mommy. as if in a dream, he moved slowly, floaty and fuzzy and almost unable to believe whether this was real or just a figment of his imagination. he straddled the plushie again, all too aware of the heavy weight of your gaze on him.
"just like that, lixie," you cooed. "heard you moaning my name when i came home, found you in here rutting against your plushies like a pathetic slut —"
felix whined and rolled his hips in search for more friction.
"you like that? like it when i call you a slut?" he nodded and you moved to kneel next to him, watching him closely. "how long have you wanted this?"
"since the first time i saw you," he admitted, ducking his head down to avoid your gaze.
"and you've been doing this while you could've been riding my thigh instead? what a shame."
felix groaned. the thoughts you were putting inside his head made his cock twitch against the plushie. he realized how crazy he must be looking, nearly cumming again to the thought of you, like a needy pervert who can't keep it together.
"look at me, felix." you waited until he met your dark gaze, "here's what you're going to do: you're going to make yourself cum again, and i'm going to watch you, and if you're lucky i'll let you watch me."
felix' swallowed hard. getting to watch you get off was a privilege he'd never thought he'd be granted. involuntary, his movements sped up, his eyes falling shut again and pants and moans in the shape of your name tumbling from his lips.
he reached his peak fast, chanting your name over and over just like before. you watched him quietly with sharp eyes, how his hot seed covered the plushie in long spurts. it was even more than last time, so thick and glossy the fabric couldn't soak it all up. it stayed there as an vivid remainder of his shame.
"get off." you motioned for him to move, pulling your own pants and underwear down, and felix noticed the strings of arousal sticking to your panties. his softening cock twitched when he tucked it between his thighs and tried to cover it with his small hands, kneeling on the bed and waiting for your next move.
you straddled the plushie and felix gasped at the sight of your leaking pussy coming into contact with his cum. you rolled your hips experimentally, nose scrunching when the friction rubbed your clit just right.
"feels nice," you hummed, "and you made such a mess lixie, i can feel it."
felix blushed again, but you continued, "such a waste... you could've cummed inside my pussy yourself. now mommy needs to do all the work."
you dipped a finger in the remaining cum, showing it to him before lifting your hips and thrusting it deep inside your cunt. you moaned and started rolling your hips again, grinding down on your the heel of your palm.
felix watched in awe, unsure of where to look; at your face scrunched up in pleasure, at the hand between your thighs, the muscles straining to keep moving...
suddenly, you rolled over onto your back and let your legs fall open. even from his position at the end of the bed felix could smell your arousal, so close and inviting yet so far away. you were so wet your juices covered the insides of your thighs, your slippery fingers barely able to stay on your clit.
felix thought you'd forgotten about him, so he kept quiet, hands still covering his now throbbing cock. his legs were starting to ache from the kneeling position he was in but he didn't dare to move.
"lix, come," it was the first time he'd heard you sound anything else but poised, a desperate note lingering in the air, "come here."
he crawled closer to you, giddy excitement filling his chest. would you let him touch you? would you really let him?
"you've been so good, watching me," you murmured, "watching mommy make her pussy all nice and wet. but mommy needs your help."
felix beamed at you. he'd do anything you ask him to.
"will you let mommy use you to get off, baby?"
"anything you need, mom—," he said, heat spreading to his ears again.
"you can say it, lixie. do you want to make mommy feel good? be a good boy for mommy?"
felix let his head drop against your knee and groaned. he felt like he'd vibrate out of his skin if he didn't get to touch you soon. "please, mommy, use me."
"stick your tongue out."
his whole body shuddered, then stayed frozen for a second, too caught up in the dawning realization: he wouldn't just get to touch you, he'd get to taste you. a low moan started deep in his chest and he let his tongue loll out of his mouth, waiting for your instructions.
"look at you, such a perfect, eager boy for mommy." you smiled at him and he felt a pleasant heat spread through his body. then your hand came up to tangle in his blond locks and he forgot the world around him.
all felix could taste and smell was you, his face pressed into your cunt and kept there by your strong grip on the back of his head. you rolled your hips from his chin to his nose while he stiffened his tongue so you could use him just the way you liked. his hands fisted the sheets and he groaned into your pussy, feeling his own cock grow so painfully hard he thought he'd combust. he pushed all thoughts of his own pleasure away and focused on the way you rode his face; how he was forced to lap up every delicious gush of arousal; the sounds you made; the whispers of his name inbetween moans.
all he wanted to do is please you, his mommy, make you cum over and over again on his tongue. his fingers. his cock, if you'd ever let him. mortified, felix realized he could cum just from this. he whimpered when you tugged on his hair harshly and he started fucking his tongue into your hole, feeling it flutter while his nose rubbed your clit. he knew you were close and doubled down on his efforts, determined to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.
he felt it before he heard you, the shake of your legs followed by a chant of his name which sounded like music to his ears. you rode out your high with his face still pressed into your cunt, his tongue now lapping lazily at your clit to help you come down until you gently pushed his head away.
felix hovered over you and you caught his sated smile, his chin still covered in your release. you laughed and shook your head. "what the hell, felix," you repeated your earlier words, and tugged him down next to. "we're doing that again."
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Hey I loved your nsfw chishiya list. Was wondering if you could do a story inspired by the experience and oral section of it. With like a sub chishiya undertone. Pretty please
Of course <3 I’m glad y’all minds are as sinful as mine <3
• Characters: Shuntarō Chishiya, fem!Reader
• Genre: smut
• Warnings: explicit content, sexual content
„I could eat you up.“
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It all started with a few innocent kisses after a really long day. You were mentally absolutely exhausted and all you wanted was Chishiyas presence. But soon enough it turned into a heavy make-out session.
Now you lay on the mattress, your swimsuit long gone and with a half naked Chishiya on top of you. You hold his face in your hands while you let your tongue slip into his mouth, muffling the soft moan escaping from him. The man breaks the kiss for a second to look you into your eyes, his dark orbs burning with passion.
„I“, he starts but immediately interrupts himself. He almost seems ashamed. „I never went this far with someone.“
You smile, your heart almost exploding with joy. You’re gonna be his first.
„I’ll guide you“, you reassure him, quickly pulling him back into another kiss. While your tongues eagerly dance with each other you guide Chishiyas hands down your body. He gladly let you take the lead while he just enjoys the feeling of your skin against his hands. „Ever thought about me this way?“, you ask trying to sound teasing but ended up sounding unbelievably nervous. „More times then you can imagine“, Chishiya answers, his hands now traveling over your thighs. „I could eat you up, honey.“
Giggling you place a sloppy kiss on his lips. „Well, you can’t eat me up, but you can eat me out if you want.“ With half lidded eyes he nods, almost eager. „Wanna give it a shot?“, you ask, soon realizing that the question was unnecessary since he is nodding like crazy.
You shift your body so you lean against the headboard and Chishiya crawls between your spreaded legs. Adoring the view in front of you you tap on your pelvis to encourage him to come even closer.
„You know where the clit is?“, you ask teasingly, not being serious about that question. „I’m a virgin, not stupid“, he answers, glancing up. „I’m a med student, I literally study the human body.“ A laugh escapes your lungs and you realize that he’s just as nervous as you are.
For a few seconds you two just look into each others eyes, then you nod, giving him the signal to start. He starts with a few feather like kisses before he starts to lick and suck.
Your head falls against the headboard as you moan. It’s a challenge to not crush Chishiya with your legs but somehow you manage to keep your legs parted.
„Add your fingers“, you moan. Chishiya understands and puts his middle and ringfinger inside you. With his other hand he supports your leg so it’s stays in place.
„Fuck!“, you scream, as he starts to curl his fingers inside you. You look down again, just as Chishiya wants to catch a glimpse of your expression. Your eyes meet and it’s like you’re falling in love with him all over again.
While his mouth and hands are doing the filthiest things you can imagine, his eyes are pure. Filled with adoration, love and curiosity.
You feel your climax building up, like a wave in the sea and with a high pitched moan it breaks and washes over you. The next thing you feel is Chishiyas lips on your thighs and belly, hands stroking your body lovely.
„Beautiful“, he whispers with every kiss against your skin, sending goosebumps all over you. His hand finds yours and he tangles his fingers into yours.
you had been toying with beomgyu for a while. making out, feeling him up, hearing his sweet sounds go from low groans to high pitched whines. you could tell he was needy. wasn't mouthing off like he usually does. he just looked so goddamn cute!
you push him down and pull the blanket over him just enough to show an innocent factor.
"what are you-?" he looks up lazily tilting his head.
there.
you snap a picture, the flash contrasting the dark room. admiring the photo, you sigh looking back at the boy now rubbing his eyes looking even cuter.
"can you kiss me again now?" he asks already trying to pull you back.
fucking kenma deep w/ the strap where you can press on his tummy and feel it bulge 🥺🥺 i always had this thought about like??? fucking a man w/ a big as fuck cock/dildo and then seeing it,, you know,, bulge?? so hot, yet so weird. it’s literally such a weird thought that i myself can barely explain myself 😅 so i hope you get what i’m saying.
THIS IS SUCH A HUGE KINK FOR ME DEADASS ITS SO 🥺💓💍
kenma and his pretty lil waist.. fucking him so deep that you can literally see it pressed against his tummy a little bit and when he looks down and gets embarrassed abt it he nearly cums right there my mind is going absolutely blank... gonna get him pregnant ....
he’d have tears streaming down his face, his golden eyes rolled back and his head tilted forward as you fucked him within an inch of his life. kenma, oh sweet kenma would be absolutely stupid in this position — the position exudes power, makes him realize how helpless he is, how out of control he is.
your palms against the back of his head limits his vision, let’s him only see what you want him to — which is apparently his bright red and leaking cock, his precum pooling on the sheets between his thighs.
you don’t let up, not even for a moment, your thrusts hitting prostate dead on every, single, time. kenma faintly recognizes that he’s babbling — curses, your name, anything he can get past his lips — but it’s so hard to focus when you’re breaking him apart like this, piece by piece until he’s a puddle of nothing. <3
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note : i feel like this isn't that good cause I didn't know how to end it
"S-stop its embarrassing." You smile at the red boy who was trying to cover his face with his hands.
"Aw baby, what's embarrassing? The fact that you're rutting on my thigh like a bitch in heat or the fact that we're doing this in the locker room where anyone can walk in and see us? Oh! Or is it that you're clearly hard from that tent in your pants?" You say, in feigned confusion, watching the poor boy turn even redder from your teasing and vulgar words.
He whines as you giggle. It was so easy to tease the guy and you almost felt bad. Almost.
"Come on, use your words and tell me." With a thigh between his legs that kept on moving, your hands tightly gripping his waist, and his back to the lockers, it was like he was trapped. With no idea how to get out of the situation, he peeks through his hands but quickly closes them again right as he saw the domineering look on your face.
"E-everything," he sputters, hands still covering his face. "Everything?" You raise an eyebrow. "Really? Then why are you so hard? And don't think I haven't noticed you speed up, don't you dare cum without permission." You say the last part with such strictness, it makes Kenma even hornier if that was even possible.
A whimper leaves him as he slows down. He's about to open his mouth to beg until footsteps are heard outside the door.
"Kenma? Are you still in the locker room? It's been 10 minutes."
You abruptly stop and look at the door, making Kenma whine from the abrupt stop of pleasure. Right as he starts to reply, an idea sparks in your head and you quickly move his hips against your thigh, in a sharp, rapid motion.
'Yeah i'm- hmph!" He tries to send you a glare but you can't help but giggle quietly because the glare doesn't look menacing at all. It really just looks as if he's pleading for you to stop. "Just looking for my ah- m-my water bottle!"
"Oh okay well be quick, practice is about to start." You hear the footsteps leave and you grin at Kenma.
"You know what actually? Let's finish this up quickly so we can finish this at home."
"B-but what about practice?" You coo at your boyfriend. He really does love volleyball if he's worried about skipping practice right when he's humping your thigh.
"Kenma, baby." Your boyfriend blushes at the sudden pet name.
"You won't be able to walk for a while when I deal with you at home plus they'll see us leave the locker room and guess exactly what happened in here. So let's get out of here while we can, okay?"
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