Maybe try exploring Jerryâs more toxic traits while in a relationship? Itâs kind of obvious when itâs the rest of the guys so I think itâd be interesting to see. He is still a greasy little incel like the rest of them at the end of the day.
Of course! Sorry this took a few days
Jerry is a nice guy, plain and simple. And with that comes the typical nice guy bullshit.
He knows a lot about everyone, and has definitely used blackmail to get things he wants from the guys. He held Greedo318 over Billâs head for years after all.
This also extends to you, anything you tell him he wonât go spreading, but he definitely remembers. And if you threaten to leave him heâll make sure to remind you of the things he knows.
Heâd never actually say anything, heâs the nice guy! Everything he does is normal, itâs for you. And if you canât appreciate that then youâre just like all the other girls.
Constant self-deprecation, heâs just the ugliest most annoying terrible guy around, and nothing you say will ever change his mind.
Everything has to be âequalâ in your relationship. Every experience is transactional, and it becomes obvious when itâs his turn. If you donât do something he wants he wonât complain to you or pout, but later when heâs upset he brings up how âyou never want to do the things I want, youâre really taking advantage of my kindness!â
Heâs a lot better after the club breaks up, but that lingering insecurity still stays and he continues to have moments of toxicity when he gets really upset.
This is literally all I could do without getting too mad. I had a nice guy boyfriend and it now elicits extreme rage from deep in my soul. Hope you enjoyed and thank you for the ask!!
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đŚ William Alan Dickey đŚ
Did you put those bloody tights on for the meeting? You knew exactly what you were doing; now Billâs just waiting for the meeting to end so he can rip everything off you except those tights. Heâll tear a hole in them and fuck you until heâs spent.
Youâd have to suck Bill off while he argues with people on Reddit; heâd grab you by the scruff of the neck and force you to take the whole thing, just because he was losing the argument.
Captain Dicken took you as his favourite, heâd fuck your throat whilst sitting in his chair, shouting orders at the others. Heâd grip your hair tighter, thrusting his cock deeper into that tight throat.
Bill would rub his hard cock against your face, and youâd have to lick it. Youâre supposed to enjoy it. Whether you like it or not, youâll come from this kind of play.
The bet that youâd beat Bill at a computer game went exactly to plan. You lost, and as a prize he got to have sex with you in front of the computer. Itâs a good thing he doesnât play online with other people on a headset.
Sometimes Bill isn't such a wanker and tries to be a really sweet boyfriend to you.
If youâve got big boobs, Bill would absolutely love for you to please him with them. Take his cock between your tits and satisfy him. Thatâs your job, woman
Bonus (Lots of people have been asking for Captain Bill
Captain Bill does this every morning to feel good. Heâd use your body for his own pleasure. He knows you wonât complain because heâs the captain
When things get too much, the captain calls you over. To violently fuck your throat in front of everyone
đ¸ Joshua âJoshâ Levy đ¸
I get the feeling that, judging by all those weird websites (DeviantArt and the like), Josh might have a strange foot fetish. Donât you want to help him out a bit today??? Never mind, just take off your shoes and socks â thatâll be enough for him.
Sit on Joshâs thigh while he watches another one of his films; his hands encourage you to rub against his thigh. But he wonât look at you anyway, unless you moan terribly in his direction. (The TV series is more important)
Josh loves it when you take his cock between your thighs and ride him at your own pace, while you touch yourself. Heaven, more of that lovely slippery friction.
Sometimes, when he has a sudden urge, Josh wants to finger you. He comes over to you, just like heâs doing now. Even if youâre cooking. Heâll turn you round, pull down your trousers and watch as his thick fingers disappear inside you
Arguments with Bill can sometimes be useful. Thatâs when an annoyed Josh fucks you with more confidence than usual, muttering swear words through clenched teeth.
Waking up with Josh is like a lottery. Either heâll be grumpy, or heâll want sex. Luckily, today he wants sex
After a heated discussion that evening, Josh comes over to you and asks you to have sex. Too tired to argue, you agree, leaving it all up to him.
đ Peter Michael DiNunzio đ
Pete has absolutely no sense of decency, whether youâre asleep or not. Heâll touch you anyway, subconsciously hoping youâll wake up.
Peteâs found out youâve got a vibrator⌠oh, thatâs the end of you. Iâll tie you up and heâll force you to orgasm over and over again with that damn thing and his fingers.
Morning sex whilst youâre half-asleep? Pete loves it; heâd shove himself into your lazy body whilst still fully clothed, covering your mouth with his other hand so as not to wake the rest of the household.
Yeah, Pete would lock you in a dog cage and make you suck him off like the good little pet you were to him. Swallow it all then, because heâll make you do it again.
That arsehole would tie your hands above your head, grab a hunting knife and, with that stupid grin on his face, slash your underwear. Relishing every tremor of yours.
A date that involves a walk in the woods? Thatâs not his thing. Pete prefers sex in the woods. Pinning you to the ground and fucking you while imagining heâs a murderer taking advantage of his victim before killing her.
Another shitty club night; Peteâs come to you looking to vent his anger â heâs going to fuck you and choke you, whispering how much of a slut you are to him .
đĄď¸ Jerry Stokes Jr. đĄď¸
Jerry would be in heaven if you let him eat you up; thatâs all he needs. Lie down and let him take his time. Just make sure you praise him while heâs at it. That lad lives for praise.
Jerry gets really rough⌠domineering⌠when you get into role-play. God, heâll fuck you just for his own satisfaction. Youâre an elf kidnapped by an evil wizard who, to put you in your place, fucks you in the dungeons â youâre at the mercy of his cock.
Jerry would suck your breasts and rub up against you after the club has closed down again. He needs comforting; call him a good boy and stroke his hair, letting him suck on those soft buds.
During your steamy phone conversations, Jerry rubs himself against the pillow like an animal, trying not to moan into the phone
Sometimes I just want you to fuck me. Just to be at your mercy. But please, get him ready first.
When Jerryâs been on edge for too long, he needs to let off some steam. And youâre the perfect outlet. With brutal thrusts that shake the whole bed
My very first smut fic! If you know me in real life (you know who you are) please don't bring this up. Also he's 19 and a grown adult here.
Jerry prides himself on his imagination.Â
Heâs the Eltingville Clubâs secretary of fantasy and role-playing games, after all. Heâs written hundreds of pages of campaign lore, DM'ed more Dungeons & Dragons sessions than he could count. It was his entire life.Â
But right now, with the memory of your arms around his middle during a hug and your scent in his lungs, he wondered if it was more of a curse.Â
He had taken care of himself a half hour before you arrived to make sure there were no⌠embarrassing⌠incidents, and it seemed to work.Â
He was fine for most of the night. You needed to learn the rules of D&D before you started attending the Eltingville Club meetings, and Jerry was happy to oblige. He invited you into his mess of a room and started explaining the mechanisms of being a DM and how each dice was different. He even gave you one of his many sets of dice out of the goodness of his heart.Â
But in the present he wasnât doing so hot. He grunts in frustration, shifting his position on the bed. Even with the covers over his body he could feel the stretch of his erection against his boxers. It wasnât fair! He had tried to be helpful and he had tried to keep his mind out of the gutter. But was it really his fault that you looked so good?Â
Focus on the more mundane things you two talked about, maybe. He could think about the making of your character. That was a safe train of thought. He had fun doing that.Â
âWhat about an elf?â He had suggested. âThey get +2 dexterity points, Darkvision, and Fey Ancestry!âÂ
Elves. Fucking elves, why?! His one weakness, his one guilty pleasureâŚÂ
The thought of you with pointy ears, small see-through wings, and large hypnotizing eyes flashed through his mind.Â
His hips ground down into the mattress without his permission.Â
âAlready done this today⌠Dammit JerâŚâÂ
âŚFuck it.Â
He turns over and tugs his boxers down to his knees, cheeks heating up as his erection springs out. His fingers run over the tip and spread the precum leaking out of it around for makeshift lube.Â
âA-Alright, Jerry. Gonna get this over with. Itâs just what h-happens. Itâs, uh, normal. Elves are hot! mmf~ A-and so a-are they! N-nothing to feel- ah~ weird aboutâŚâ He mumbles under his breath.Â
His knuckles grow white with the force heâs exerting on his dick. Up and down, up and down, from base to tip back down to the base, like heâs done so many nights before.Â
His eyes flutter shut and Jerry does what he does best, he fantasizes.Â
In his mindâs eye itâs your soft hands pumping up and down on his cock instead of his own rough ones. The wetness is your spit, not his own juices. Without thinking about it he grabs a pillow and presses his face against it, lips puckering to mimic kissing on the fabric.Â
For his mindâs final hurrah, the sexy elf version of you leans down and takes his throbbing tip into your mouth; and almost embarrassingly fast, he canât handle any more.Â
He cums in hot spurts onto his abdomen, using the pillow to muffle his whines.Â
Jerry slumps back onto the headboard. His thighs shake slightly, and his dick finishes emptying itself and starts to soften against his leg. He takes a long moment to steady his breathing before he grabs a couple tissues off the nightstand.Â
âB-beedee beedee beedee⌠gotta get y-your brain under control, BuckâŚâ He mutters to himself, lazily wiping the cum off his stomach. âOr thisâll happen every night.â
[SDV] Bachelors x Reader Not Wanting Them To Pull Out
Summary: Anon does a good job explaining what's going on here!
Warning(s): Pure smut, Shane and Alex are a bit mean, but nothing too dramatic, Whiny Sebastian, Needy Sam, Nothing much to note here! These headcanons/drabbles are just sex đŠ
Side Note(s): Admittedly, I made Shane's short because I worried this fic was already gettin' a bit long. đ
Elliott
Freezes immediately.
He could've sworn that his brain conjured up a lewd mimic of your voice to trick him.
But, when he turned his head down to look at your panting form, your eyes glazed over with lust and pure need. Your legs around him tightened, bringing him in closer as your lips formed into a pout.
"D-Don't pull out..." You murmured, embarrassed at your own words, before a soft moan escaped your lips when you felt Elliot's cock twitch inside of you at what you had just said.
Slowly, he began to move again, his once wide-open eyes beginning to slowly flutter as if they were on the verge of shutting. "A-Are you sure, my love? I don't want toâfuck...make you uncomfortable, do something againstâ"
Your legs tightened once more.
"...I'm sure."
That's all the confirmation he needed.
⥠- "You're so cruel, my love..." Elliott whispered to you as he planted kisses all over your face, not a single area left untouched by his affection, as the stark contrast of Elliot's soft kisses compared to his borderline feral thrusts threw your already spinning mind even more for a loop. "Asking me to cum inside you so sweetly..."
Each word that was spoken to you went in one ear and out the other as you held onto Elliott for dear life, your already present knot in the pit of your gut getting tighter and tighter the more that Elliott's cocktip continued to punch into your g-spot. The idea of having to be careful not to accidentally cum inside of you...to not fill you up with everything that he had to offer...it became foggier and foggier in the writer's mind as he hugged you tighter to his body.
His cock twitched inside of your clenching walls, a combination of your oozing slick and his pre-cum dribbling out from your used hole and onto the bed sheets below as breathless pants and grunts fell from Elliott's lips more and more.
He couldn't believe you'd allow him to do such a thing.
To cum inside you, his heart could've burst. His body growing hotter and hotter as his balls drew up closer to his body, while desperate whines and moans of your name poured from his mouth before he suddenly stilled against your twitching cunt. You let out a soft whine of his name as your thighs began to twitch with your orgasm that followed soon after Elliott's, the feeling of his warm cum flooding your insides...not leaving a single place inside of you unpaintedâyou were beginning to regret not letting him cum inside of you sooner.
But, as you began to climb down from your high and relax against the sheets with a satisfied hum, you gasped at the feeling of Elliott's cock twitching inside of you. "E-Elliott?" You gulped.
"Certainly you didn't think we were done after one round, especially when you asked me to cum inside you?" The writer had a wicked glint in his green eyes, eager for more of you. "We have, at least, a couple more rounds to go, my dear."
Sebastian
The rhythm of his thrusts stutters at your words.
"Are...are you sure?" Sebastian asks you, his thrusts not actually stopping but more so beginning to speed up. His heart hammered inside his chest even harder as your words, "Don't pull out," echoed inside his mind.
When you stated that you were sure, Sebastian wasted no time in placing his weight onto your form, his arms snaking around your torso as he buried his face into the side of your neck while your legs locked around his waist to keep him close.
To say that his cock twitched would be a gross understatement.
"S-Say it again." He mumbled to you. "Don't pull out..." He nearly begged you to say it, a constant reminder that what you had said hadn't been a mere possible lapse in his sanity.
⥠- "Don't pull out..." You panted, your mouth forming into a lewd 'O' shape as your eyes fluttered with the urge to close. "Don't pull out...don'tdon'tdon'tâ" Your begging pleas became needier and needier until they were suddenly stopped by a choked-up moan. And yet, as the headboard of your bed began to fiercely hit the poor wall behind it...your moans began to border on a scream from Sebastian's suddenly invigorated thrusts.
"Don't pull out..."
Your words repeatedly played in his mind like a broken record as Sebastian dragged his throbbing cock, eager with the urge to cum, in and out of your tightly clenching insides as his hands traveled from lightly holding your hips, to aid in each of his thrusts, accurately hitting your deepest pleasure spot, to his arms wrapping themselves around you. All to ensure that you couldn't run.
You had begged him to cutely for him to cum inside of you...to paint your insides whiteâalthough Sebastian respected your wishes to not cum inside of you, he would be a liar if he were to say that he hadn't jerked off to the thought of being able to cum inside of your tight cunt.
And the day had finally arrived.
"S-Sebsâfuuuuccckkk!" Your moans practically echoed throughout the room as you hugged Sebastian's body, his moans getting louder and louder in pitch against your ear as he felt his orgasm begin to creep up on him. "S-So hardâOh!"
"S-Sorryyy..." A drawled out apology babled from his lips. "J-Justâh-happy...oh fuckâ!"
More, more, more.
Alongside your plea, the words bounced around inside his head, spurring the recluse to fuck you harder and deeper. He hadn't even noticed you were close to cumming until your walls had suddenly clenched around him, almost impossibly tight, as a shrill wail tore from your throat alongside the distinct sound of something squirting. "S-Sebastian...!" You gasped. "S-Sensitiveeeâ"
"Just a little more..." He groaned to you, lewd squelching noises began to erupt from where your joined sexes met one another as Sebastian's cock throbbed inside of you, more of his pre-cum dribbling out from his tip before Sebastian stilled against your pussyâbut only for a second. He wanted to cum inside of you...over and over and over again until he was shooting nothing but blanks. "Sebby..."
"Sorry," He apologized again. "I...I have to cum inside of you again...j-just a few more times." He murmured, his slow, deep thrusts both fucking his fresh cum deeper into your pussy as well as making some escape through your twitching hole before he slowly started to pick up the pace once more to his original speed.
Just a few more times...he wanted to see you absolutely dripping with his cum.
Sam
Immediately begins to pick up his pace at your desperate plea.
The feeling of your limbs hugging his body tighter to your own, silently pleading for him to not slip his cock out of your desperate cunt as he usually didâit made Sam nearly cum on the spot right then and there.
"Yeah?" He moaned, almost as if he were teasing you that he was going to pull out anyway. "You're so desperate for my cum all of a sudden? What changed, huh, babe?" His cock twitched with the urge to cum at your moans, increasing in pitch and volume.
His tongue slyly slipped from his mouth to lick his lips at the delicious sight of your eyes, silently pleading for him to not pull out.
He had been wanting to cum inside of your tight cunt since the day that you two had actually started having sex, but he respected your wishes of not wanting to risk any...accidents. Had you changed your mind all of a sudden? Oh, he didn't think he could handle it if you said to him that you wanted to give him a kid or two!
He'd want to fuck you all night!
He'd leave that question for another time, but for now? Sam placed a hand over your lips, the feeling of your moans reverberating against his hand, making him chuckle as he placed a kiss against your forehead.
⥠- "You don't want me to pull out, huh?" He goaded you as his free hand pressed against the back of your thigh, allowing him to shove his cock even deeper into your sweet pussy as you nearly screamed into his hand at the feeling of his cocktip starting to bully against your poor cervix.
"Tell me to keep going, show it by trying to fuck your slutty pussy back onto my dick." Sam filthily encouraged you, a hiss escaping through his teeth at the feeling of your nails dragging up his back as you attempted to move your hips to meet each of his thrusts. Each drag of your nails served as a deliciously painful sign that you wanted all of his cum...and the blonde was more than happy to give it to you as a drawled out moan fell from his kiss swollen lips.
"S-Saaammmm..." The sound of a muffled moan of his name made his cock throb inside of you, encouraging Sam to move even faster as his balls began to slap against your soaking sex while his thrusts began to become even sloppier, sweat rolling down his forehead as he chased after you and his impending orgasms. In his mind, he couldn't believe his luck. Your pussy clenching and twitching at the sound of soft yet desperate 'Thank you's' leaving his lips as his baby blue eyes started to flutter closed as he felt his climax creep closer and closer.
"Y/N..." He whined to you as his hand shakily left your mouth to let your moans come out freely. "Y-You're double sure, right?" He made sure to ask. "Y-You're not messing with me, rightâ" You interrupted his doubting words by dragging his head down to kiss him, stealing away every moan, every gasp, and every moan of your name that Sam had to offer as you drowned in the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your insides.
The knot in your stomach got tighter, more of your slick oozing out from your pussy before you suddenly came with a sharp cry against Sam's lips. The feeling of your tightness pushed him to his own orgasm, the impossible tightness along with the sound of your moansâthe memory of how you begged him to not pull out...Sam couldn't hold himself back from cumming inside of you with a choked-up groan as his cum flooded your insides, dribbles of his spend even escaping from out of your cunt before Sam finally pulled himself from your lips to gulp down precious air.
And yet...the still present lust in his eyes, it told you clearly that he wanted another round...or two or three, maybe even four.
"L-Let's do that again," He whispered, confirming your thoughts. "Please."
Alex
When you finally uttered your shyly spoken plea, Alex became a bit more...cruel, oddly enough. In the way that he wants to hear you beg even more.
"Oh yeah?" Alex panted, his eyes becoming even more heavily lidded as he felt your pussy clench even tighter around his cock at the sound of his low voice, raspy with lust as he lowered himself closer to your face. It was rare that you begged him for something; could you blame him for wanting to milk the occasion a little?
Especially when it came to him not pulling out, he had been dreaming of this moment since the day you two started fucking!
"How much are you willing to beg for it?" His steadily growing smirk became even more apparent on his face as he picked up his pace, lewd plap plap plaps echoing from where your sexes met as each thrust punched out another desperate 'Please' from your lips.
"Let me hear every single plea, baby." He panted.
"After all...you don't want me to pull out, right?"
⥠- Right.
"Pleaseâ!" The word tore out from your lungs repeatedly as you gripped the sheets underneath you, Alex having flipped you onto your hands and knees while he fucked you from behind, his hands dragging your hips to meet each and every single one of his thrusts as lewd squelches and tiny spurts of your slick erupted from your pussy. You didn't know what exactly came over you, but you wanted more of Alex, soooooo much more to the point where the risk of pregnancy via him cumming inside of you...filling you upâ
It didn't matter.
"P-Please...!" You loudly cried out as you looked behindn you to look Alex in the eye. "Cum inside me...N-Need it so badâ! Oooh...!" A wicked smirk crept onto Alex's lips at your needy begging, each one spurring him closer and closer to his already fast-approaching orgasm. He wished that you would've let out your cute pleas earlier...he would've held himself back, made you really work for his cum.
But, he supposed, after this round...it wasn't like the two of you were stopping anytime soon.
He'd have plenty of opportunities to make you beg for him to cum inside of you, again and again and again.
"Yeeahhh..." Alex let out a drawn-out moan at the sight of you fucking yourself back onto him. "Keep begging for my cum...let's see how much you'll work for it." You swore to yourself that you were willing to do anything at this point, your cunt clenhcing around Alex's repeatedly as you slowly built yourself as well as Alex up to your respective orgasms, your thrusts back onto his throbbing cock gorwing sloppier and sloppier as tiny whines of his name began to leave your lips, now begging for him to fuck you faster and harder. "P-Please...Oh!" The force of Alex's thrusts threatened to punch all the air you had left in your lungs straight out.
Your hands gripped and threatened to tear up the sheets beneath you, cries and babbles of Alex's name repeatedly falling from your lips as if you were a broken record, until you suddenly came. The force of your sudden climax hit you like a freight train, a scream tearing from your throat as you could hardly hear the sound of Alex's groan of praise as well as admiration at the mess you were making around him. The sight of your dripping cunt, squirting out your juices...the brunette only managed a few more thrusts before he stilled against your ass, giving you exactly what you had been begging for as rope after rope of his cum flooded your insides, painting your walls white, and while some of his cum even dripped out from your hole.
And as Alex began to slowly climb down from his highâhis cock twitched with renewed vigor, causing a confused whine to slip from your lips that was followed up with gasping moans when you felt Alex begin to move once more. He wasn't through with you, not even by a longshot.
Harvey
When a stuttered "Don't pull out...please" left your lips, it caused Harvey to nearly cum on the spot once the words had fully registered in his head.
For a split second, he was going to recommend against cumming inside of you. The two of you had stated multiple times that you both wanted to enjoy your relationship for a few years, to not have to worry about any accidents and the likes!
Yet, as if you had sensed his thoughts, a moan hissed through his teeth when you began to move your hips, tugging his face closer to your own as you had that look in your eye that Harvey could never bring himself to resist.
"C'mon~" You purred. "Don't you wanna cum inside me? I know you wanna..." As if on command, Harvey began to move his hips, his already lust-filled gaze becoming more and more unfocused as he drowned in the sound of your moans, your voice, and the way you looked at him.
"I thoughtâI thought you wanted to be careful...I-I thoughtâOh Yobaâthat you didn't want children yet..."
You clicked your tongue with a playful roll of your eyes. "I can always get a pill. You sell them, right~?"
He did.
⥠- And he was embarrassed that he had completely forgotten about that fact; he quietly blamed your pliant little pussy for that. After all, his head was absolutely dizzy with lust when you had uttered the words. As if his mind was on a spinning wheel that only spun faster and faster the more that he fucked you, each thrust harder than the last as Harvey nearly folded you into a mating press just to reach you and his individual highs even faster.
He swore to himself that he wanted to act like a gentleman, to focus on your orgasm first, but...what you had asked himâ it was nearly too much for his lust-addled brain to handle in that moment! "Fuck..." Harvey panted out, his forehead practically glued to your own as his eyes were firmly shut, each tense breath of his escaping through his clenched teeth as the lewd squelching noises between the two of you grew louder and louder.
Each thrust was fervent, full of want and pure need as Harvey chased after his orgasm inside the warmth of your pliant cunt.
The second that you reminded him that you could always get a pill from his pharmacyâhe just couldn't stop himself.
He was embarrassed to admit to himself that he had been wanting to cum inside of you for a while, not as a kink but purely because leaving your cunt...just as he was on the verge of orgasm...it threatened to nearly pain him. And now that you've given him permission? He was addicted, the tightness of your cunt, the sound of your moans, and how you cried out his name, encouraging him to lose himself inside your cunt, to fill you up with his cumâ "O-Oh Yoba..." He shakily whimpered out, his forehead slowly lifting off of yours before his face tucked itself into the side of your neck.
"So good...sososososo goodâ!"
"Cum inside me, Harvey~" You managed to purr out despite your words being broken up between moans and gasps. "M-Make meâoh fuckâmake me feel sooooo good...! Please...!"
He would, he couldn't think of a reasonânot that he wanted toâas to why he should do otherwise.
Quiet, almost reverent yesyesyes's left Harvey's lips repeatedly, his cock throbbing inside of you and oozing out even more of his pre-cum as he neared the verge of his orgasm. The feeling of his dick twitching inside of you so much, it made your clit ache even more with each thrust he delivered inside of you, tears of pleasure building up inside of your eyes until you felt it.
That pouring warmth that you had begged for as Harvey released a deep-bellied groan of your name into your neck, his hands gripping your sides even tighter as he stilled against your pussy, his cock twitching with every release he let out inside of you until he ultimately stilled with a heavy yet satisfied sigh. Until...his body twitched with realization. "You...you didn't cumâ"
You answered his words immediately with a smirk. "I know," You giggled. "I'll have plenty of time to cum though! When I milk you dry~" Harvey's eyes widened as his face flushed even harder. Now that he had given you what you had wanted...you were feeling greedy, and Harvey didn't mind it in the slightest.
Shane
Like Alex, he becomes meaner (then what he's already displaying during sex, that is) and wants you to continue begging him not to pull out, and even goes so far as to ask you to do some of the work to prove to him that you reallyyyyy wanted it.
He's been wanting to shoot his load inside you for the longest now, but he respected your wishes, and plus, he didn't feel as if the two of you were ready to have kids yet.
But that single plea of yours made him change his mind completely within that short timeframe of you tearfully begging him.
"D-Don't pull out, you say..." Shane mocked you as his thrusts suddenly became slower but harder, each drag of his cock threatening to make him slip out of your oozing sex.
And every single timeâyou let out the most neediest sound.
"S-Shane...don'tâ"
"Don't rush me, I'm still thinking about whether or not I should listen to you," He tsked.
⥠- "Maybe I should just ignore you, huh? I've been wanting to cum inside this greedy hole of yours for months, and now you want to beg for me to fill you up?" Shane's tone almost sounded as if he were genuinely angry, yet despite your blurry vision on account of your unshed tearsâyou were able to see the mirth in his eyes.
He found this entire situation absolutely hilarious.
His cock twitched with the urge to cum inside of you, to fill and plug you up to make sure that not even a single drop of his cum was wasted by pooling out of your aching cunt and onto the ruined bedsheets. But, you sounded so cute when you begged that he just had to be a little greedy and ask you to beg him some more!
"D-Didn't mean to make you waitâd-didn't wantâOh fuck...!"
"Didn't want what?" Shane asked mockingly as you watched over your shoulder, the way he cocked his head to the side as his already present smirk grew on his lips. "Didn't want to risk me knockin' you up?" He couldn't deny the way his cock twitched inside of you at such a thought...he wasn't eager for kids by any means, but the idea of watching his cum drip from your clenching hole...it made Shane's grip on your hips tighten as he fucked you with even more vigor as he started to chase after this image in his head as well as you and his respective orgasms.
Each thrust he delivered into your greedy hole, dripping with your slick, threatened to take the very air out of your lungs as you gripped the sheets underneath you with all the strength you could muster up in the moment, anything to keep you from slipping into pleasurable insanity born from Shane's cock as he whispered lustful nothings.
"Sooooo good, y'know that?" Shane murmured to you as he began to bow over you, his mouth hanging open to gulp down every little bit of air he could as his balls drew up closer to him, in anticipation of his orgasm. "After I fill you upâFuuuuckkk...hope you ain't too tired...gonna fill you till you're shaking."
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Summary: How the bachelors help the reader get off (from the effects of sex pollen)
Warning(s): Pure Smut, A bit of Dub-Con action (the reader is under the effects of the Sex Pollen in Jio and Lance's parts), Shane and Reader are both drunk, Fingering, Dry-Humping, Public Sex(? Sam and the reader fuck in an alleyway), Sub to Dom Sebastian, some more things that I'm probably missing đ
Side Note(s): Okay, just so there's no confusionâ I decided to write Lance and Jio's part under the guise of there being sex pollen involved, while the vanilla bachelors is more so a case of the farmer being way too turned on, PFFT.
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED WHAT I WROTE, ANON. THIS WAS FUN <333 (Sorry to the Elliot and Alex enjoyers in the chat đ. Jio and Lance were added, and I was not about to write eight guys at once LOL)
Sebastian
It had been an hour since the latest session of Solarian Chronicles had finished. At the behest of Sebastian's kindness, he had decided to invite you to play with him and the rest of his friend group as a way of giving you something other to do than farmwork and going to the Mines.
But after Sam and Abigail had left to go home, you had stayed behind a little to catch up with Sebastian after not seeing him for a while.
He talked about what he had been doing lately, mostly programming and working for an indie company developing a game. You listened attentivelyâor well...as attentively as you could. You didn't know what it was, whether it was something in the air or...something.
But you just couldn't take your eyes off his lips as Sebastian spoke.
You had been harboring a crush for a little while, but you had thrown the thought into the farthest depths of your mind as you assumed that the recluse would have never seen you in that manner. And yet, your body had other plans.
Each word that left his lips left your body feeling warmer and warmer, your thighs beginning to clench in a fruitless attempt to contain the slick that was beginning to pool between them, while a steady flush started to warm your cheeksâ "Y/N?" Sebastian's call of your name snapped you from your thoughts. "Are you okay?"
You gulped and nodded your head. "Fine, just...warm." It was his turn for his face to become flushed with red. He had been noticing for a little while how you looked at him as if you were ready to pounce on him at any second, but...he did his best to ignore it. Surely you didn't have a crush on him...right? Not that minded, he liked you as well.
But you had so many other options that he never once considered thatâ
"Do you...do you want to do something together?" You suddenly popped the question as you scooted closer to Sebastian on the bed. "It can make us both feel reallyyyyy good." Words that you would've never said otherwise boldly flew from your lips. In the back of your mind, you assumed that Sebastian would've firmly told you to leave, and yetâhe hadn't.
He instead nodded his head, slowly, before leaning back as a heavy gulp made his Adam's apple bob up and down.
You wanted to do that with him?
Rather than let his awkwardness ruin his opportunity...he was going to take it immediately. "S-Sure...please."
⥠- The slick sounds of your squelching cunt echoed throughout Sebastian's bedroom, along with the sounds of the bed squeaking with your movement as well as Sebastian's moaning and whimpering for you to slow down and to let him catch his breath in the wake of your fervent riding of his cock.
The saner part of you, not dizzy and unfocused by pure desire, felt bad for using your friend as you did...but you were sooooo hornyâso horny for him, that you could hardly see straight! And the combination of how Sebastian's fingers dug into your sides, his cock twitching and throbbing inside of your gooey walls as drool dribbled down the corner of his lipsâ it spoke to you that he wanted you to do anything but slow down.
"S-Slow down?" You stuttered back to him. "You don't want me to do that...right?"
A shaky moan escaped from Sebastian's throat when you began to move your hips in a circle, using his dick as if it were your own personal dildo as you coaxed sound after sound out of him. He felt so good that Sebastian felt as if he were in heaven. Whatever good he must've done...he was willing to do it over and over and over again if it meant that it would lead to this exact same scenario. Where you were fucking yourself on his cock while he had no choice but to endure your fervently moving hips, your messy, slick coating his abdomen as you bounced yourself up and down.
"Sebby~" You purred, demanding an answer from the recluse.
"No...!" He whined out. "Please, Yobaâs-shit, don't stop!" He cried out as he struggled to keep his eyes open and glued onto your moving form, your tits moving back and forth in front of his eyes as you moved, placing your hands on his shoulders to keep him pinned down as you used him to your heart's content. Already, a steadily tightening knot was starting to form in the pit of your gut, your moans growing higher and higher in pitch and frequency as you chased after your orgasm while Sebastian endured your rampant movement.
There was little room for talk between the two of you, the quiet understanding that things would never be the same between the two of you was loud and clear.
But Sebastian, despite his brain finding it harder and harder to hold onto a train of thought, he managed to thank all of his lucky stars for this opportunity.
He never thought you'd have a crush on him, much less want to do this type of thing with him. But, to be proven wrong sooooo hard, such as this? The recluse couldn't help but dig his fingers into your sides even harder as he began to attempt to meet your thrusts, weak thrusts up into you, beginning to become more powerful and faster as his balls began to slap against your sex with every movement and the feeling of Sebastian's cock hitting your deepest spot so well...you stuttered in your own pace as a drawled-out moan of his name fell from your mouth.
"S-Sebastian..." You whined. "S-So hardâsoâfuck..."
He could feel his balls twitch and begin to draw up closer to his body in anticipation of his budding orgasm, the feeling of your walls tightening around him making him move faster and faster to chase after your respective orgasms as deep grunts started to replace his earlier whining of your name.
"C-Close..." Sebastian managed to warn you in the form of a whisper. "W-Whereâ"
"Inside." The plea came out needier than you had originally wanted it to be as you shakily lowered yourself to press your front against Sebastian's, your hands coming up to cradle the sides of Sebastian's face as you let him use your body as you had done only a few minutes prior. The two of you stared into each other's eyes, both of you struggling to keep your eyes open and not let yourselves slip completely into the throes of pleasure untilâyou both came at the same time.
That pouring warmth that flooded your sex...the feeling of your sex pulsating and clenching and unclenching rapidly around Sebastian's, it made your individual orgasms drag out even longer than you thought possible before you felt Sebastian relax underneath you with a heavy sigh as he attempted to catch his breath. However, you were far from being done and satisfied with just one round.
And you made that known via beginning to slowly move your hips again. "Y/N?" Your name suddenly fell from Sebastian's lips, his eyes tiredly snapping back open.
"C'mon~" You whined. "We gotta go again! We might as well...we know how we feel about each other, right?" After a brief pause, the movement of him thrusting up into you was his answer. A few more seconds of this...and he'd be ready to fuck you all over again.
Sam
You felt extremely bad, having such depraved thoughts when you were supposed to be here to support your friends! Sam had graciously decided to invite you to see the band play, so far, it seemed like everything was a complete success!
But as the music continued to play and the crowd grew larger and larger, rather than focus on the catchy rock musicâyour mind was more focused on the way Sam's hands looked while playing the guitar.
Horny or not, it was clear that he was skilled at the guitar and how he played. Each strum of the strings was practiced and comfortable as if he had done it plenty of times beforehand.
It led you to begin to wonder if his fingers would just be as comfortable inside of you. Would his fingers curl up into your G-spot the same way? Would he be passionate and quick or slow and steady? Fantasy upon fantasy flooded your mind, leaving your face flushed and your underwear almost completely drenched until you had to keep your thighs clenched just to keep your slick from slipping down the middle of your thighs.
You didn't have a single clue as to how you managed to make it to the end of the concert without taking some time to slip off somewhere to finger yourself.
However, the idea became more tempting to do as people in the crowd went their own seperate ways.
You didn't even have a clue that you were being followed into a secluded alley, that the same person watched with wide eyes as you slowly slid down the brick wall to crouch on the ground before you flipped up your skirt just enough to begin slowly teasing yourselfâ "Are...are you okay?" You would've been more embarrassed, perhaps even let out a scream or shriek, at Sam's voiceâinstead? You were even more turned on.
"Y/N, whyâ"
"Just help me...please, so turned onâ" You breathed out, your own words getting caught up in your throat as you watched Sam slowly walk in front of you before he crouched down as well, his baby blue eyes quickly honing in on your exposed pussy and how your soaked-through underwear were pulled to the side.
You were his friend, his very pretty friend.
Over and over again, he swore to himself that he was just being a friend and helping you out, even as his fingers slowly got closer and closer to your dripping cunt.
⥠- Or so what was supposed to be his fingers...when Sam had tried to run his fingers over your clit, you had suddenly became greedy and fished out his cock from within his pants, angling his rapidly hardening dick to your clit before you used the tip of his cock as your own personal dildo, something to rub against your throbbing clit as you softly moaned out his name.
The act of being used by youâhis dick being used by you in such a dirty way...was it even possible to cum this way?
The blonde wasn't quite sure, but he felt like it could have been a possibility with how hard he was right now. How his face was so warm that he thought he was seconds away from bursting into flames, with how you used him so desperately. "Sorry..." You whispered. "D-Didn't wan' your cock in me, j-just needed something quickâ" Sam's already flushed face became even redder as he quickly shook his head to interrupt your apologies. "Don't apologize...just- just use me, please." He didn't know where those words had come from.
Out of all the scenarios he imagined, you and he would share your first time togetherâ he never once imagined that it would be like this.
When simply rubbing the tip of his cock against yourself was no longer doing it for you, however...it wasn't long before you spread your legs wider and began to stroke Sam's cock as if you were trying to guide him to come closer. "Please..." You sounded as if you were absolutely gagging for something to fill you up, your chest rising and falling rapidly as Sam braced his hands against the brick wall behind you, struggling to keep himself upright as he gritted his teeth together at the feeling of your hand properly jerking him off, his head falling forward a little into your neck. "Want youâneed you, please..."
The words echoed and bounced around inside his head, prompting him to finally look up at you, his eyes steadily becoming hazier and hazier with lust. "Are you sure...? Youâyou don't seem like you're in the right state ofâ"
"Hurry." You bossily pouted.
Sam wasted no time pressing his body closer before he angled himself to sink his cock into your heat, a sharp gasping moan escaping from your lips as your hands quickly found their way to his shoulders, while Sam hooked your leg up over his arm to give himself more of an angle to fuck you in before his hips started to move. The quiet sounds of skin slapping against the skin began to echo between both of you, along with your moaning and panting, yet while you were in a lustful dazeâyour blurry vision focused on Sam's baby blue eyes as you softly moaned out his name, telling him in the process about how good he was making you feel...Sam was already on Cloud Nine.
He had been harboring a crush on you for a little while now.
Nothing too extreme, but he knew that he wanted to date you.
He wanted to do every romantic thing in the book with you, long before he even thought about being intimate with youâ "S-Sam...?" You moaned out his name, snapping him from his thoughts as he focused back on you and the moment. "S-Sorry..." He stuttered. "Just...I'm happy, but I wishâoh fuckât-that I could fuck you in a more romantic place."
Not some alleyway, he wanted to add.
Your sex throbbed at his words as you tugged him closer to you, lewd squelching starting to erupt from the two of you as your cunt leaked out even more of your pussy juices at the words of his confession. "W-We can still do romantic things." You whispered. "JustâI needed you...sososososo muchâ!" Another whiny moan tore from your throat when you felt the blonde's cock twitch inside of you, Sam's eyes becoming even more heavily lidded as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, fucking you as if he were trying to wordlessly convey all of his feelings in one go.
Your pussy felt so good around him that he just wanted to make you his girlfriend right then and there.
And yet, as lustful as he was for you...as much as your squelching wet sex made him want to drop everything and fuck you as if he were a dog in rut. Sam controlled himself, his urge to fuck you harder and rougher as well as the budding urge to press you even closer against the wall than you already were. He'd save it for when the two of you were in a more committed relationship, and...when you weren't at risk of being caught at any second in the alley.
The two of you were expected back at the bus soon, after all!
Harvey
You didn't know what was wrong with you. For the last few months or so...you've been hornier than ever before.
Your fingers, dildos, and vibratorsânothing seemed to work.
What you originally thought was merely you being in the mood more often turned out to clearly not be the problem when, no matter the scenario, you were always finding yourself to be wet! Your thighs are practically shaking with the urge to have your sex be touched.
Work was harder, fighting was harder, listening was harder.
You didn't have a choice but to go to the doctor and embarrassingly explain your situation.
"It hurts, Harvey..." You whispered shamefully almost immediately, your thighs seeming to clench even tighter when Harvey walked into the room, adjusting his blue plastic gloves.
Harvey took one look at you and almost immediately knew that the type of 'hurt' you were going through wasn't like the ones that he typically saw with his other patients. That realization, based on your flushed features and the way your thighs clenched together, the poor doctor nearly blushed himself into having a nosebleed in his own clinic before he cleared his throat.
"Y/N...I-I don't think that I'd be able toâ"
His mouth went dry, and still, when you dared to open your legs, revealing not just the fact that you were wearing no underwear but also that...you were completely soaked.
"It hurts..." You repeated. Instinctual, a crush, or perhaps just a case of your brain being wayyyyy too lust-ridden to truly tell the difference between the two. As you continued to look at Harvey, you just knew that he'd be able to solve your little problem.
And, with your moans and heavy breathing acting like a siren's call to him...Harvey steadily moved closer until he was positioned between your legs.
⥠- If Harvey were to drown between your thighs, he'd die a happy man, without a single regret.
When he had answered the siren's call that was your voice, begging him to dip his head closer and closer to that sweet spot between your legs...the taste that graced his tongue was enough to make him press his face into your dripping cunt even harder. He wanted so much more of you...to taste your delicious pussy, to where he'd know nothing else but you...Harvey felt like a madman.
But he couldn't stop, his cock twitched and ached inside his pants as your hand found its way to his hair, your fingers entangling themselves in his brown locks as your deliciously sweet moans begged and pleaded for him to keep going, to keep eating you out as if you were the last meal he would ever get to eat in this life. "S-So good, Harvey..." You babbled out your praise as your head tilted down to look at the dirty sight before you.
Your pussy clenched at the sight of Harvey's hazy eyes looking up at you as he ran his tongue up and down the folds of your pussy, lapping up every single droplet of your juices as Harvey pressed himself even further against your pussy, his arms coming up to wrap around your thighs so that he was able to more firmly lock himself against you.
He knew this was wrong.
You said you were hurting.
If you were hurting painfully just from being aroused, then that had to have meant something bad...but, the way that you so lewdly exposed your dripping core, the way you called for him to come closerâHarvey gronaed against your sex at the memory, one of his hands shooting down to give his cock some much needed relief as he continued to eat you out. "S-So good..." He mumbled against you. "Tasty." You softly giggled at Harvey's pussydrunk words, your mouth opening to respond before your words were quickly snatched away when he suddenly wrapped his lips around your lips and began to suck.
The feeling was tight, his tongue rolling around the head of your clit rapidly while his fingers came up to begin fingering you, even more of your juices beginning to pour out from your sex, which was quickly cleaned up by the doctor's eager mouth.
You didn't want this to end too soon.
You desperately tried to stave off that feeling of impending tightness beginning to slowly build up in the pit of your gut as you threw your head back to let out a series of whiny moans, your clit throbbing almost uncontrollably at the feeling of Harvey's eager mouth. "H-Harveyâ!" You suddenly gasped. "Close...! Pleaseâs-slow downâ" He couldn't and he wouldn't.
You couldn't ask such a thing of him; the very words 'slow down' only made the doctor speed up his ministrations as he began to angle his fingers to more accurately punch and prod at the spongy spot inside of your walls, working you up faster and faster to your orgasm. "Cum..." He groaned against you. "Please...need itâ" You interrupted his words with a sudden cry of his name, your chest heaving up and down as more whimpers and cries of warning escaped from your lips before the tightly coiled knot inside of you suddenly burst.
Small jets of your orgasm shot out from your pussy and straight into Harvey's waiting mouth, filthy slurping noises beginning to reach your ears from where Harvey continued to devour you drop by drop until he finally willed himself to part from you once you started to twitch and mumble for a break. In the depths of your lust-addled mind, you wondered where Harvey had even learned to do what he just did...but it wasn't like you could wonder for much longer before Harvey stole away your thoughts with a kiss against your still throbbing clit.
"Are...are you okay?" He questioned breathlessly.
You nodded your head. "More than okay." Harvey wasted no time before he separated himself from you, working quickly to grab some paper towels to clean you up. You nearly had a mind to scold the doctor; you wanted a round twoâ or three, maybe even four or five. But, you'd mention that when he was done cleaning you up and didn't look as if he were seconds away from bursting into flames with how red his face was.
Shane
Another long night spent at the Saloon.
Shockingly, Shane hadn't drunk much after the incident where you had found him at the edge of a cliff while it was pouring rain...he had made a personal vow to himself to try and stave off the urge to drink. (Not to mention it was Harvey's recommendation too)
But tonight, there was a new drink on the saloon's menu. Something fancy and purple, said to have tasted like a mixture of candy and the sweetest fruits all combined!
While Emily's voice made the drink sound appealing...not too many people took the chance to drink itâaside from you.
And whatever effects that drink had on someone, it clearly wasn't the average drunken high as, a few miles down the road from reaching Marnie's ranch, he found you on the side of the dirt road sitting against the wooden fence while your fingers were shoved down your pants, your moans nearly echoing throughout the air.
His cock twitched at the dirty sight.
"Y/N." He nearly stuttered before he quickly walked up to you and crouched down, shoving off his jacket in an attempt to cover you up and try to guide you back home, before you suddenly tugged him closer.
"Help..." You murmured.
"P-Please?" The smell of the drink on your breath...clearly it had an effect on him, because he hesitated for only a second before he went straight to work to help you with your 'problem.'
⥠- His cock was throbbing so hard inside his pants that it was nearly killing him.
The sight of you spreading your legs so wideâso lewdlyâit had him nearly drooling at the mouth as if he were starved of food for months as he flicked and lightly tugged at your clit while the two of you were still on the side of the dirt road, your back pressed up against the wooden fence while Shane took care of you like you had so desperately begged. "S-Shanneeee..." You drawled out shakily, your watery eyes staring at the drunken man as if he had personally hung the moon and stars above for you and you alone.
"Don't stop...please."
"Not gonna stop, don't worryâshit...you're really needy for this, aint'cha?" You nodded your head so quickly that he wondered if you had even thought about the question he had just asked.
Not that he really cared for a thoughtful answer in this moment.
His eyes were so glued to the way that your cunt, plump and flushed with your arousal, oozed out your juices and onto the dirt below that his eyes began to burn from how long he had gone without blinking. Each delicious feeling of your aching, hard clit underneath his fingers had Shane wanting to lean his head down and kiss it, perhaps even drag his tongue up and down your clit before smacking his lips as if he had just tasted a piece of chocolateâno.
He couldn't think that way, you weren'tâyou weren't in the right state of mind, in fact, he was the one who shoud've felt more bad about this situation! Touching you as he was and not immediately trying to guide you home, and chalking your behavior up to drinking too much. He felt depraved, but...he had been harboring a crush on you, silent and lurking underneath the surface. Tonight? He felt like he had hit the jackpot. Shane wanted to allow himself to indulge in you.
Your moans, the way your thighs twitched with the urge to close around his handâ "F-Focus..." You poutily demanded of him. "C-Close...!" You suddenly whined, your hands suddenly shot out to wrap around his wrist to keep him close to your clit, beginning to grind and ride his fingers in tune to his movements as even heavier pants started to leave your lips. "S-Shane...Shaneâfuuuuckk...! Make me cumâ!"
Your words nearly made the poor man cum right there on the spot.
"Shit, you've got no shame, huh?" He hissed through his teeth. "Begging me like you areâyou realize we're on the side of the road right? Anyone could come by and see you like this...grinding on my fingers like a slut."
You cooed at his words. "D-Don't care...been wanting you...always wanted you." You didn't know what you were saying.
You liking...him?
Never, his luck wasn't that good. But, nonetheless, Shane stored your words in the back of his mind as he pressed himself closer to your body, your hands moving from his wrists to looping around his neck to pull him closer as Shane worked you closer and closer to your budding orgasm. "F-Feels so good...Shane...pleaseâ!" You could hardly finish your own sentence as the rapid movement of Shane's fingers against your clit pushed you closer and closer to your climax, Shane's eyes threatening to peer deep into your soul as he watched your expressions shift by the second as you climbed closer and closer to Cloud Nine.
"So pretty..." He complimented you. "You've always been soâ" His words went in one ear and out the other, white noise filling the depths of your ears as you suddenly came with a shrill shoutâone that was swiftly interrupted by a hand coming to muffle your cries of pleasure while the sound of you squirting took over. Shane's eyes darted to the lewd sight of your juices shooting against the ground, soaking it even further, before he was snapped from his trance when you began to whimper and moan from overstimulation.
But it was only for a second before you started to moan and hump against the air. "Again." You panted. "Please?"
Shane gritted his teeth, trying to control his reason and firmly tell himself 'No'. However, the way you looked at him so earnestly...surely a single night of indulgence wouldn't hurt...right? He was just helping you out, after all.
Jio
The forests were always quiet, and sometimes, that quietness even extended to the Ridge itself. With the Spirit Realm quenched of its chaos and the likes, it was more common than previously to find that...there weren't any angry spirits or monsters to be dealt with.
It made Jio's patrol duties more akin to a nice walk rather than anything that would have forced him to be constantly on alert.
Until today...
It was quiet, yes, but...as Jio went into the depeer sections of the Ridge. With it being the middle of fall, certain Ridge plants commonly began to bloom. Nothing that would harm or kill, but more so cause bothersome side effects.
Such as the growth of the FoxBloom. A beautiful flower, one that he'd sometimes even dare to pick himself, but only when its pollen had been safely removed. 'Less...he wanted to experience certain side effects, such as the ones you were having now.
When he circled around a corner, his body flinched and froze at the side of you on your stomach, your ass lifted just enough to slot your hand underneath you as you panted and moaned like a creature in heat, the slick sounds of your fingers playing with yourself audible even from where he stood.
"Y/N." He grunted as he quickly walked over and crouched down to try and help you, spotting the responsible FoxBloom not too far away from you.
Yet, even a slight touch from the elf made your moans suddenly increase in pitch as your eyes looked at him.
You wished you could've been more embarrassed.
But the sight of Jio's eyes on you...the feeling of his hands on your naked skinâit caused your clit to throb and ache even more as you began to try and press yourself against him. "Jio..." You whispered. "Please." You begged. "Helpâ" He tried to push the feeling of your body to the back of his head, the way your moans sounded so sweet, and you begged him so shamelessly, so earnestly.
There was a cure back at the Ninja House, one that would stop the side effects.
Butâ when you had grabbed his clothes, shakily pushed yourself from the ground to press a longing kiss to his neck and underneath his chin...he decided to help you, just this once. As a more...physical way of further thanks for your help with Gabriella.
⥠- "J-Jio..." You whined as you straddled his hips, your soaking, exposed core grinding against the elf's hard-on as he held your hips steady as he allowed you to chase after your orgasm by grinding yourself against his bulge like a beastess in heat.
Not that he was unaffected himself, barely contained grunts and soft moans erupted from behind his mask as Jio looked up at your blushing face through heavily lidded eyes. When you had kissed him, it was as if everything else became a total blur. While Jio wasn't quite certain if he liked you romantically or not...the feeling of your bare cunt against his contained cock was certainly making him...rethink some things. He thought he found your voice annoyingâbut your moans were so sweet to the ear, like birdsong in springtime.
He constantly told himself, over and over again, that you weren't attractive in his eyes and yet...you were the prettiest thing above him. Not even the moon or stars themselves could have comparedâ "Jio..." You whined out his name again. "You f-feel so good...against my pussyâ" He grunted at your lewd language.
"So crude," He grunted out, trying to scold you as if he had any room to do so.
But the attempted scolding only sent a rush of heat straight down to your cunt as you grinded yourself even harder against his pants, feeling the way his cock started to throb in its confines and how it practically yearned to be inside of you. Certainly...with enough prodding, you could get Jio to do so...? "W-What are you going to do if I keep talking so crudely~?" You giggled. Jio's hands shakily gripped the front of your thighs as you leaned forward, pressing your chest against his own as you placed a kiss against his chin.
And then to his cheek...and then to his nose...and then to the edges of his mask-covered lipsâ "No." Jio firmly warned you, the warning glint in his green eyes both sending another rush of need throughout you as well as being enough to make you pout and back off. "This...this is to help you, not for you to indulge in your f-feelingsâAh..." However, Jio couldn't help but quietly admit to himself in the back of his mind that he was beginning to not even come close to believing his own words.
He wanted to do nothing more than tear his cock free from his pants and sink himself deep within your heat, properly feel the way your pussy would clench around him, and how your juices would make even more of a mess of him.
Perhaps the smell of the FoxBloom was beginning to have its effects on him, too.
The more he breathed in your addictive smell and listenedâfelt the way you grinded against him, the more he wanted moreâJio began chasing after your movements, gripping your thighs even tighter as small whiny slips of your name escaped from your lips. "F-Fuuuckâ" Jio tried to strifle the drawn-out moan that nearly escaped from his chest, the little sound that he did release, however...it turned you on immensely. "W-Was that for me?" You panted, your hands coming up to cradle the sides of Jio's face as you looked him in the eye with all the lustful romance that you could muster.
You really did like him.
So much so that you could hardly breathe in his presence. "Please...oh!" Jio suddenly pressed his lips against your own as his arms looped around your back, causing you to be pressed against him even harder as he started to chase after his orgasm. The knot in both of your stomachs began to curl and tighten, yours making you more breathless and needy for the elf's touch while Jio's made him more honest. Whines of your name started to pour forth from his lips, eyes glistening with a desire-filled wetness as he mumbled and moaned about how pretty you were and how much he wanted you.
He could hardly contain himself. "So pretty..." He mumbled. "Sosososo pretty...pleaseâoh fuuuckâ" Jio suddenly threw his head back to let out a long moan of your name as a scorching heat suddenly poured at the front of his pants, Jio continuing to thrust and grind himself against your cunt through his orgasm as he pushed you to your own. "J-Jio...!" You cried out after him as your high washed over you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you tried to drag yourself over Jio's cock a few more times before he suddenly shuddered and took himself away from overstimulation.
He couldn't believe that he allowed his baser instincts to take over him like this...
But then again, he'd swear up and down that it wasn't his fault, it was merely the effects of the pollen that had made his mind so dizzy and unfocused! So full of desire and want for you and you only.
Lance
Lance had been patrolling the insides of Ginger Island's volcano, ensuring that there was no foul activity afoot before, over the sounds of gurgling lava and the rampant chittering of creatures lurking in the walls...the very distinct sounds of...squelching.
For a second, he was going to ignore the noises and assume that he was hearing things.
But when a sharp moan followed behind the noises? He was quick to investigate the sound, assuming that someone was injured or worse.
That is, until he stumbled upon you.
Your pants had been thrown to the side, your entire body glistening with sweat combined from the heat of the volcano and the heat of your need as your fingers flicked and rubbed at your hard, aching clit as if you were possessed.
You hadn't even noticed that Lance was watching you, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape, until your head slowly rolled over to the side. Although your thighs twitched, you didn't have it in you to feel a lick of shame.
"P-Please..." You moaned, your eyes too hazy to exactly focus on who you were begging at, but your fingers rubbed your clit even harder. "Help me...h-hurtsâAh!" A heavy gulp went down Lance's throat, causing his Adam's apple to bob as his head practically tore itself at the seams trying to figure out what to do.
He had a crush on you.
He really did...but did you even know who you begging?
He didn't want to ruin the relationship you to hadâ "L-Lance..." The mage quickly rushed to keep yourself from falling when you tried to reach out to him, but as you felt his clothes underneath your touch, you began to pull and tug with a huff.
"Please...n-need youâhelp me."
Oh...he really hoped that you wouldn't hate him after what he was about to do.
⥠- "Thaaat's it, princess...just feel good on my fingers, that's all you need to do..." Lance's words were gentle against your ear as he held your body close to his own, your back pressed against his front as he rubbed tight circles on your clit with his middle and index fingers.
Even now, he was still trying to figure out what type of spell or foul thing you had consumed in the volcano to have made you into such a wanton, needy little thing. Someone who was horny enough to beg for help, no matter who it may have been! But, he hardly cared to have that question answered immediately in this moment. He tried to focus his thoughts on your pleasure, how you writhed and moaned in his arms while you whined for more of his touch.
"M-More..." You gasped, the feeling of Lance's fingers flicking and rubbing, sometimes even lightly tugging at your hard, aching clit, making you nearly see stars.
But you were becoming greedier and greedier by the passing second. You could feel Lance's hard-on press into the small of your back, a clear sign that simply rubbing your clit and fingering you wasn't the only thing that he wanted to do. "Pleaseâf-fuck meâmmph!?" Lance quickly wrapped his free hand around your mouth to quickly silence your tempting words. He wanted to fuck you, more than anything he thought he had ever wanted, but while he had fallen prey to the siren's song that was your moans and allowed himself to touch you in this way.
Fucking you? He preferred such an outcome when you weren't smelling like a sickly sweet flower.
"Be satisfied with this, princess." Lance chuckled quietly into your ear as he felt your clit begin to throb and pulsate against his fingers, leading him to switch to sinking his fingers into your dripping wet pussy. "As much as I want to...I'd want my first time fucking you to be in a more...romantic setting." You clenched around Lance's fingers, eliciting a groan from both of you as you lewdly imagined Lance's cock being the thing that was filling you up at this moment. Dazed as you were, whatever lusty smell you had inhaled had sent your brain's imagination into overdrive.
You imagined Lance pinning you against the floor, rutting into you like there was no tomorrow or diving his head into your cunt, lapping away at your juices as his nose bumped against your clit repeatedly with every little movement. "L-Laanncee..." You moaned against his hand, your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your skull as you began to near your high. Lance smirked at the drawled-out wanton noise you released, causing him to slowly remove his hand from around your lips before his cock twitched against your backside at the sound of your panting moans, as if you were just gasping for something more. "You close?" He questioned.
You answered immediately with a few nods of your head, causing the redhead to peer over your shoulder a little more than he already was to watch the no doubt glorious sight of your cunt cummingaround his fingers. "Let it alllll out, princess...c'mon, you can do itâ" He angled his fingers to press more against your spongey g-spot deep inside of you, almost as if he were trying to milk the orgasm out of your body as he moved his fingers in a "come here" motion. Your chest heaved up and down, tears beginning to prickle at your eyeline as you grasped onto Lance's pants for dear life as the knot inside the pit of your stomach coiled tighter and tighter...until you suddenly orgasmed with a high-pitched whine of Lance's name.
"Thaaat's it." He quietly encouraged you, finger-fucking you through your orgasm as he even went so far as to lick his lips like a starving hound at the delicious sight of your pussy juices beginning to create a transparent white ring around his fingers until you started to whine from overstimulation.
Now...all there was left to do was get you out of this volcano, where you could recover from the rest of your pollen-induced haze more...safely.
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Title: Study SessionÂ
Summary: The marked loser on campus sits beside you in class, and every time he asks to borrow your notes. Itâs frustrating enough having to lend your stuff to him, so maybe a study session will help the both of you.
Cw: virgin! Loser! College au! Shigaraki, hand jobs, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, mirrors, piss, coming inside unprotected, little plot, pure smut
College was such an interesting place. So many faces from all over the country that are pursuing different careers. The cliques of people that form the jocks, nerds, and cheerleaders blend together, not so harmoniously, to create college life. Classes werenât horrible, aside from one. The class isnât bad, but the guy that decided to sit next to you definitely was. He was some nerd that no one paid attention to, and his greasy blue hair always hid his face. The unassigned assigned seats meant that you sat in the back corner near the window, and the last open seat was beside you when he stumbled in late the first day, so now that was his seat for the semester too. Heâd always be off in his own world playing stupid games on his phone, rarely paying attention to the professor, and then having the gall to ask for your notes at the end of class. When you finally decided to lend your notes to him, he came into class the next day with a chocolate bar from you. It was sweet, but you didnât think youâd eat something the marked loser gave you.Â
âHey, can I steal your notes again?â He whispered as everyone was packing up.Â
âWhatâs in this for me? Another chocolate bar?â You raised a brow, clearly unamused.Â
âI- uh, nevermind, forget it.â He sighs, packing up his things. He takes a picture of the board before leaving and races out of the lecture hall.Â
You canât help the twinge of guilt that springs up after telling him no. Maybe it was hard for him to focus, or he just couldnât see well, so he figured to not bother. You rush out, seeing him in the crowd of people. Once you finally catch up to him, he jumps when he feels your hand on his shoulder.Â
âHey, uh,â you notice his tense shoulders and shell shocked expression, âsorry, I can give you my notes.. Well, I canât because I need them to study tonight, but maybe we could study together? If youâre not busy?âÂ
He was frozen in the middle of the hall. Everything else silenced apart from your voice. He blinks rapidly, mouth hung open as he tries to form words.Â
âHello?â you wave your hand in his face, snapping him back.
âY-Yeah, that works. We can meet in the library later.â He finally replies.Â
âUgh, no, I hate the library, too many people. We can just go to yours?âÂ
The man shakes his head quickly, âthereâs some,uh, renovations being done.âÂ
âOkay, I guess we can go to mine then?â
He nods his head hesitantly, his cheeks flushing pink.Â
âKay, hereâs my dorm address. Iâll see ya around six?â
âSix works.â He quietly responds as he scratches his neck nervously.Â
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Six comes around sooner than he wouldâve liked. Itâs not like he didnât want to go to your dorm, it was just something about how private the whole affair was that made him anxious.Â
Youâre doing some last minute cleaning when you hear a knock at your door.Â
âOh hey! You actually came!â you cheer, opening the door wider to allow him entry. He steps in, taking a look around at your pinked- out dorm, plants hanging everywhere, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the room. His cock stirs when he brushes past you and smells your shampoo, a nice aroma of fresh bamboo and coconut. You lead him to your desk, which was small and really only made for one person.Â
âWeâll use my notes to study- well duh- but since I know more I could teach you rather than just read off the notes. How does that sound?âÂ
âIâm not some incompetent guy, Y/N. I just donât focus well in class.â He huffs. He wouldnât have an issue focusing if the prettiest girl on campus wasnât sitting beside him, but heâll keep that to himself for now.Â
âNo no, of course not, uhhh..â you look at him sheepishly, realizing you never asked his name.
âTomura.âÂ
âTomura! Of course youâre not incompetent!â you giggle, brushing your hair behind your ear, âbut this studying method will help me too, so humor me for a bit, yeah?âÂ
âWhatever..â he sighs, opening your notebook to the most recent notes you jotted down. As the two of you study, you pace around your desk where Tomura is sitting, leaning over his shoulder any time he claims to not understand a concept. Truth be told, heâs known all of this material for a while now, but heâd never pass on the opportunity to spend more time with you, regardless of how nervous he is.Â
âSo for this one,â you lean over him again, arm brushing his shoulder. You feel him tense and smile to yourself, âTomura, you okay?â
âH-Huh? Fine, Iâm fine, why?âÂ
âNothing, just..â You scoot your desk chair back and sit on his lap, âlike I was saying, for this one,â Tomura canât keep his mind on your words, body too tense from your sudden action of sitting in his lap. He breathes deeply, trying his best not to get fully hard as you wiggle above him, âto get comfy,â as you put it.Â
âUh, Y/N, sorry, can you just..â his head is resting on your shoulder, eyes clenched shut, âwhy are you sitting on my lap?âÂ
âOh, is it bothering you?â you tilt your head, faux innocence laced in your words.Â
âN-No.. I mean, yes? Mmn, donât know, just give me a minute..â He sighs as his cold hand comes up to your hip, trying to steady you so you stop moving.Â
You giggle, able to feel his body shake underneath you, his hot breath warming a spot on your back as his head rests on you. Your hand comes over his, squeezing it. The direct skin to skin contact makes him gasp, his other hand wrapping around your midsection.Â
âTomura, are you hard?â You ask, turning around to look at him. He looks down, his face a deep red, âsorry, so sorry..âÂ
âDonât be. I think itâs cute.â you chuckle. A spark ignites inside your chest at his confession, sending waves of heat throughout your body. You sit up and pull the chair heâs sitting on up to your door that has a large body mirror on the back. âStand up.âÂ
âWhat?â He asks, looking at you through the mirror.
âStand up, Tomu, wanna try somethinâ!â You smile, hands ushering him up. He stands and raises a brow as he watches you sit in the chair and pat your lap.Â
âUh, you want me to..â
âYes, sit, sit.â amusement is plastered on your face. You had a feeling that he liked you for a while now: never looking you in the eyes when he asked you something during class, leaning close when you would talk, inhaling your scent when he thought you werenât aware; it was cute.Â
Tomura hesitantly sits on your lap, back pin straight as his ass comes down on your knees.Â
âLean back, silly,â you tell him, your hands coming around his waist to pull him back so heâs flush against your chest, ârelax. I wonât do anything you donât want me to, promise.â You let your hands linger, soaking up the small hitches in his breath as they roam around his body. One hand brushes down to his thighs, fingers dancing close to his groin. The outline of his cock is twitching, all efforts from him to not get hard thrown out the window.Â
âI notice the way you lean towards me during class, Tomura..â you start, hand inching closer to his bulge, âhow you canât focus because Iâm right beside you.. Itâs cute for a grown man to get so nervous around me.âÂ
You notice the way his breath catches, how restless he is in your lap, squirming around as he tries not to buck his hips up towards your hand.Â
âY/N, please..â His voice is weak, head drooped into his chest while his hands grip the arm rests.Â
âPlease what, Tomu? Please touch you?âÂ
He nods, hair covering his hot face.Â
âUse your words.â Your hand rests on his bulge.Â
âGod, please touch meâŚâÂ
âGood boy, Tomura.â you smirk. Your hand greedily reaches under the hem of his pants and boxers as you grip his cock. Instantly, his hips buck up into you, body desperate for any pleasure youâll allow. Your gentle fingers wrap around him and you give him a few good pumps, relishing in the tiny sounds heâs trying to hide. Brushing over the tip, you feel beads of pre leak out, coating your hand to help aid you.
âSo wet for me, Tomura⌠How long have you wanted this?â
âHah- fuckfuck, a while now..!â He pants out.Â
Your free hand grabs his chin and lifts his head to look in the mirror.Â
âWatch yourself as I pump your cock, Tomu, want you to see how pretty youâre being for me,â your chin rests on his shoulder as you look into his scarlet eyes through the reflection. His cheeks match his eye color, sweat sticking his baby blue hair to his forehead.Â
ââS too much, Y/N, slow d-down!â He whines, head falling back on your shoulder.Â
âKeep watching..â You squeeze the base of his cock, causing him to jump. Tomuraâs trying so hard not to cum quickly, but your hand just feels so good and-
âFuckfuckfuck, cumming! Sorry..â He moans, brows furrowing as he watches himself in the mirror. A wet spot forms on his pants as spurts of cum leak out of his aching cock. A giggle leaves your mouth that has a sinister smile plastered across it.
âGood boy, baby.. Take these off for me.âÂ
Tomura lifts his hips and slides his pants off, boxers coming next. Heâs already getting hard again when he notices you licking your lip as you watch the mirror, his cock red and angry, begging for more. You spread his legs up over the arm rests, sprawling him out on your lap. Your hand starts again, unforgiving this time in pace.Â
âThis is pathetic, Tomura. Hard again already? Just because of my fist?âÂ
Tears prick his eyes with your words, shriveled whimpers filling the room.Â
âSorry, jusâ never had someone else touch me before..â He ashamedly admits, eyes darting around your face to read your expression.Â
âPoor you, I bet all this sad cock wanted was a little attention, yeah?â Your free hand digs into his thigh, leaving crescent marks in its wake. He nods pathetically, tiny whines of your name leaving his lips. Heâs already so fucked out and youâve barely even touched him. One orgasm has him shaking like a leaf at any touch you grant him.
âAgain, cumming.. Fuck!â Tomura canât watch as he cums again, spurts of thick white liquid coating your hand and his thighs.Â
âYou made such a mess and didnât even watch? Tch-â His cock gets no time to rest as you continue jerking him through his second orgasm, overstimulation setting in.
âWhat are you doing? S-Stop, canât take any more!â he pleads, hands coming down to yours. You slap them away, pinching his tip between your index finger and thumb.Â
âDonât tell me to stop when I know you love it so much. Youâll never get something like this again, so enjoy it, yeah?âÂ
Your words cause fresh tears in his eyes, the realization hitting that youâre doing this for your own amusement, not because you like him. God, of course not, it was generous thinking on his behalf that you did. His body shudders as you continue, hips thrusting up into your hand
âThatâs it.. Keep fucking into me, just like that, poor thing..â You moan into his ear. His eyes dart between his mirror reflection and looking straight down, not sure which view is better.Â
Itâs hard to watch him use your hand like this with your own juices slicking your underwear. You subconsciously grind into his ass, any friction being enough to help the strain.Â
Tomuraâs body is hot, and his twitching doesnât help your case, either. His breath keeps hitching, getting caught on nothing as he cries out your name with empty pleas.Â
âCum for me again, virgin.â That name makes him hiss, hips faltering as you manage to pull another orgasm from him. His eyes squeeze shut as he feels unlike anything heâs felt before. Like itâs all too much and his body canât handle it. Your mouth opens in shock as your pant legs get covered in a mix of cum and piss from the pathetic man above you.
âTomura, did you just piss?â you ask condescendingly. His eyes shoot open. Looking down, he sees the mess he made as a small puddle of his juices drip onto the floor. He canât help but sob uncontrollably, hiding his face in his hands.Â
âYouâre disgusting,â you spit as you brush your hand onto his thigh. He tries getting up but you wrap your arms around him, âAh ah. Youâre gunna sit here and look at yourself. Your nasty cock is getting hard again?â Your eyebrows raise in wonder, amazement, as Tomura gets hard for a fourth time. He canât find the words for his emotions, too overwhelmed and fucked out to think straight.Â
âYou want to know what pussy feels like?â Your head cranes over his shoulder as you plant a kiss to his neck.Â
âW-What?âÂ
âI had my fun with you, I think you earned my cunt clamping down around this sad cock of yours.âÂ
He nods, tears still streaming down his face. You push him off of you and make him sit on the floor in the puddle of his own piss as you remove your pants and panties.Â
âYou havenât earned the bed yet.â you state bluntly as you join him, straddling his hips, each thigh placed on either side of him. His hands haphazardly grab your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. You giggle, looking down at him as you line yourself up to his cock.Â
âIâll take control since I know you have no idea about any of this stuff,â you laugh, sinking yourself down on him in one motion. You both gasp, eyes locked as you settle before moving again. Heâs close to cumming a fourth time just from that, his grip on your waist punishing while he tries grounding himself.Â
âSo tight, shit..â he winces, biting his bottom lip. He grinds into you from below, his tip brushing along your g-spot, eliciting a porn- star moan from your lips. âSo pretty, fuck, thank you thank you!â He cries, eyes watching your back arch all because of his cock. You start bouncing, one hand on the floor while the other is placed on his shoulder to balance yourself. He pulls at your shirt, ushering you to take it off. Without a second thought, you lift the shirt over your head and unclasp your bra, tits bouncing freely as you ride him. A hand cups one of them, his fingers pinching and rolling your hardening bud.Â
âFuck, Tomura, good boy,â you huff, encouraging him.
âGunna- fuck- gunna cum again soon, I need to pull out!â He blurts, moans and grunts getting louder.Â
âStay inside, need to feel you cum in me, Tomu.â You falter between grinding and bouncing, the hair on his groin creating friction against your clit that makes you see stars. His fourth orgasm rips out of him, loud moans leaving his lips as you entangle your fingers through his locks, pressing your lips to his to swallow his noises. You feel yourself letting go, Tomuraâs orgasm spurring yours on as your cunt flutters around him, milking him for all heâs worth. His chest heaves as you both finish and he collapses against the wall. You stand, already feeling empty, while he whines at the loss of feeling around him. You grab your shirt to clean yourself up and throw his boxers towards him so he can do the same.Â
âSo, uh, if you ever need my notes, just ask. Kay?â
Tomuraâs heart skips a beat, âcan we have another study session?âÂ
âDonât get ahead of yourself.â Your tone was flat, but the smile on your face gave him your real answer.
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Title: Good Old DaysÂ
Summary: Tenko Shimura was your best friend from childhood. After years of not talking much, you discover he seemingly transformed into Tomura Shigaraki, a monster who wreaked havoc for all. But he was your friend, right? You missed him, how it used to be. When he messaged you out of nowhere wanting to see you, of course youâd want to see him after so long.Â
Tw: drug use, virgin reader, corruption, degrading, begging
You had been friends with Tenko since childhood. The both of you dreamt about being heroes together, fighting crime and having each otherâs backs. You would play pretend, capturing fake heroes and saying your speeches to fake news outlets. It was so much fun. The memories you have with him were amazing and staples of your childhood.Â
Finding out Tenko had transformed into Shigaraki, embodiment of fear for heroes and civilians alike- you couldnât believe it. It had to be a lie. Not your Tenko. You didnât recognize this âTomura Shigarakiâ everyone feared. He still kept in contact every so often when he wasnât busy. When his name hadnât been in the news for a while, he would check in on you and want to see you again. It was hard to reply, knowing he turned into such a monster- at least in everyone else's eyes.Â
[I have some downtime, you still at that same place?] He messaged.Â
[Tenko! Hi, yeah, I am. How have you been holding up?]Â
[Iâll be over in a bit.]
He was a dry texter, probably not wanting people to trace his messages.Â
You decided to get ready to see your old friend. You put some perfume on top of your brown sweater and matching skirt, light makeup to match. Tenko never cared about your looks, and you didnât his. You werenât even fully ready, curling your hair in the bathroom as you heard your kitchen window creak open.
âYou canât just knock like a normal person, Tenko?â You shout.
âWhatâs the thrill in that?â He replies, making his way to you, âoh wow.âÂ
âWhat?â You put the curling iron down, taking his figure in. His skin is scratched red, scars littering his face and neck. His skin is dry, hair damn near matted, âoh my goodness, Tenko, are you okay?âÂ
âThe fuck do you mean? Iâm fine.â He scoffs, closing the gap.Â
âItâs just..â you take a breath, eyes raking his body up and down, âyou look⌠different.â
âBad different?âÂ
âN-No! Just⌠different. How have you been?â You open the medicine cabinet and grab an anti itch cream you saved for times when he came around. You could never stand how heâd scratch all the time, you knew it hurt him.Â
âHow does it look like Iâve been?â He raked his hands in front of him, showing himself off like a figurine. You donât reply, only lather your fingers in the cream and reach out to his neck, gently applying it to his dry, cracked scars. The coldness makes him flinch before your warm fingers rubbing it in soothes him. âWhat the hell are you doing?â His voice is uncertain, but his body leans into your touch. You smile gently,Â
âYou really need to stop itching so much, Tenko, it looks painful.â you sigh.Â
âIâm fine, why are you always worrying about me?â He scoffs, swatting your hand away. He moves to the couch in your room, sprawling out like he hasnât sat in ages. You take a seat beside him, his thigh brushing up against yours. He was so warm. Was he always this hot?Â
âWoah, what are those?â Your eyes snap to the small pill bottle rattling around in his hands.Â
âDonât worry about it- they just take the edge off.â He pops the cap and two small pills plop into his palm. He holds the container out towards you with a raised eyebrow.
âNo thanks, Iâve, uh, never done that, donât want the first time to be my last,â you deny.Â
âCome on, with me here, I promise Iâll help you through your high. After all, I am your hero,â he winks, forcing a pill into your hand.Â
Your hero. You would always call each other that when you were kids. Now, knowing all the havoc heâs caused for others, you question if that name still holds true.Â
You both pop the pills into your mouth and dry swallow. A giddy laugh comes from your throat, âI never thought Iâd be doing something like this. How long does it take to kick in?â
âItâs an instant release, so hopefully soon,â he chuckles, âwhat ever happened to you becoming a hero?â Your smile fell flat. You wanted to say everything, nothing, laziness, fear, but all you did was shrug.Â
âYou could always join the dark side,â he nudges you, his whole body now stationed beside yours.Â
âNo way,â you sigh, âwhy did youâŚâ
âTurn evil?â He asks, his face inches away from your ear, âdo you think Iâm evil?â
âI, no no, of course not. Youâre Tenko Shimura.â You reply, trying to convince yourself.Â
âThat nameâs long gone, hun, itâs Tomura now.â Oh, you know. The whole country knows.Â
âBut why, though? What happened?â
âShh, youâll ruin my high.â Tomura leans back on the couch, head draping over the backrest. His arm slings around your shoulders, pulling you in, âya know, I still make sure youâre safe, whenever Iâm not around.âÂ
âYou do?â Turning to him, you can see his pupils blown out as he stares blankly at the ceiling. âYou donât have to worry about me, Tenko, if anything Iâm worried-âÂ
âWhat did I just say about the name thing?â His head snaps up, eyes narrowing in on you.
âSorry!â Your gaze turns down, embarrassment and annoyance flashing your features. Heâs back to scratching his neck in that same spot thatâs been itched raw.Â
âCâmon, Tomura, quit that already!â You command. His new name felt weird on your tongue.Â
âFuck off, itâs the only thing that helps.âÂ
You make quick strides to the couch and lean over him. Knocking his hand out of the way, your lips collide with his scars, kissing the rough spot. He tenses under you, eyes darting around your face.Â
âDid that make it better?â You sit back down.
âDonât think so- Youâre gunna have to give me a few more, just to test it.â A smirk fills his face, gloved hand coming to grip your arm. Your hot breath fans over his neck, lips peppering small kisses along it. His hand comes up to grab your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He pulls you back and captures your lips between his. The kiss is messy, urgent, and demanding. You almost pull away but something in you wants more. He was your childhood friend, was this okay? What if it ruined your friendship by doing this?Â
You pull back and pant for air, both of your chests rising quickly.Â
âTomura..âÂ
âMy name sounds so good leaving your pretty lips,â he praises, âShow me what else theyâre good for, yeah?â His words were the igniter. Your body was on autopilot as you slovenly unbutton his pants and ripped them down to his knees. His cock was half hard, your hand grabbing the base while you popped the tip in your mouth. Tongue swirling around as your hand pumped the base, you looked through your eyelashes to see Shigarakiâs head thrown back, mouth in an o shape. You hummed around him, sending a jolt up his body.
âI know you can take more than that in your pretty mouth..â He grunts, hand pushing your head down further. You gagged, gripping his thighs for support. His cock was standing tall now, flushed red when you pulled off for air.Â
âTake your time, baby, you donât gotta rush to make me cum,â he laughs.Â
âSorry,â you wipe the spit from your lip, ânever done this before.âÂ
âDo you live under a rock? Or were you saving yourself for your childhood friend?â His hand pushes you back down before you can answer. His hips roll into you, hitting a tight spot in your throat that grants you a velvety moan. You gag around him, spit spilling from your lips onto his groin. You whine against his cock and your hands tap his thighs for more air.
âNot yet, be a good slut and take it,â He mewls, hips snapping up so his balls slap your chin. Your tear-filled eyes look up at him through a wet lash line, eyebrows furrowed as you silently beg for air. Shigaraki laughs when he looks at you,Â
âPuppy dog eyes wonât save you, Y/N..â he chuckles, âIâm so close, close that tight throat around me again- fuck-â he pants, fingers tangling your hair as your scalp burns at his grip. The mix of drugs and lust make your mind woozy, his words sending a throb down to your cunt. You swallow him, cheeks hallowing as you pup your head up and down. Shigaraki pushes your head all the way down to the hilt and stills his hips, whiny pants escaping his mouth as he stutters senselessly. You choke around his hot cum that paints your throat, pulling off only after his balls empty themselves deep inside you.
âTomu..â your eyes are wide and hair disheveled, and the look on your face made him confident. Cheeks red with spit coating your chin, he takes your face in his hand and guides you up to his, enveloping you in a sloppy, wet kiss to taste himself.Â
âFuck, such a good girl..â He praises. His cock is still hard as a rock, and you can feel that heat bubbling up in your core.Â
âTomura, please⌠need more..â You whine, hands gripping his shirt, words filled with need.Â
He freezes up, not because he doesnât want you, but because he canât believe you want him.Â
âY-Yeah?â He mutters, pumping his cock in front of your face slowly, teasingly. You nod, bottom lip jutting out as your eyes go back and forth from his cock to his face. He pushes you back onto the floor, toppling over you with his legs on either side to cage you in. His ruby eyes have a hint of something dangerous in them, striking a playful fear into you. He takes his glove off with his teeth, throwing it to the side. His fingers grip the fabric of your shirt and skirt, disintegrating them instantaneously. The cold air makes you gasp, nipples perking up under him. You turn away embarrassed, but he forces your head back to make eye contact.Â
âNo running away now, sweetheart,â he chuckles, âI want to see every reaction your pathetic little face has for my cock.â He slides your panties to the side and lines himself up, slapping your clit with it before sheathing himself all the way. Your eyes clench together, brows furrowing as you hiss to the intrusion. Shigarakiâs hip set a brutal but unsteady pace. Heâs so eager to feel your cunt around him he canât control himself.Â
His hand presses down on your stomach, âYou feel it, baby? Feel me inside oâyou?âÂ
âFuck, Tomura, mmm-â you moan, back arching off the floor. His hands keep your hips raised, and he makes sure to keep his pinky high without the glove on.Â
âYou drive me crazy, shit..â He whines, pathetic whimpers leaving him as he gets closer.Â
âCum inside of me, I need it,â you beg, hands raking his arms and leaving scratch marks along his chest. The way your voice hitched when you begged him made him see stars. His thrusts became sloppy and quick as he built up his climax, spilling his hot load into your cunt, hitting your cervix harshly. You cry out, hands gripping anything they could for support. You feel yourself coming undone, walls twitching around his cock as you milk him for all heâs worth.Â
âFuck, Y/N,â he grunts, pulling out. He shoves two fingers back inside, pumping his cum as deep as he can, âdonât you spill a fucking drop, I want you to be reminded of who made you cum and whine like a whore once Iâm gone.â He spits. You nod, mouth lolled open as you look down and watch him fuck his cum back into you. He was never this rough when you knew him. It was different, but so fucking hot.Â
Shigaraki gets up and throws his hoodie down to you, âcover up so you donât get cold,â he says, going to grab a towel. A blush creeps across your face, slight smile twitching your lips.Â
âWhatâs with the smile?â He rolls his eyes.
âNothing, just⌠Youâre just cute, is all.â you giggle.
âShut up, Iâm outta here.âÂ
âWait!â You sit up after cleaning yourself off, âWill you come back soon?â
He likes shoving his tongue down your throat, and I am being so serious when I say that. He'll start feeling out your tonsils if you let him. More like swapping spit than actually kissing. You're forced to swallow an insane amount of drool l. He kisses until the two of you are dizzy. There's no need for oxygen when he can get lost in you.
He'll hold you there, too.
He decides when you get to pull away, and you won't move a second before he's made the decision. A hand on your nape is all he needs to keep you in place.
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jerry who whimpers while you suck him off. Internally, heâs panicking, externally? Heâs in heaven. If bill knew what you guys did in the basement.. heâd flip shit. oh well. good thing he doesnât know.
Jerry who sometimes gets lost in the sauce and shoves your head down as he cums in your throat
jerry whoâs long but not girthy, so you feel him in your guts đ¤¤
Jerry who apologizes for âbeing meanâ (heâs really not) while cumming in you
jerry who wraps his arms around you and whimpers into your shoulder when he gets too emotional
This is a little corny lol but I love this song and I just had to use it!
Song: Bless the telephone by Labi Siffre
His whole face felt ablaze but he felt so much happiness in this moment. His arms tightened against your body and he sighed contentedly, Jerry nuzzled his head to yours in a gentle rhythm that he hoped could transmit all the love he felt for you. This was not the first time heâd come over to spend the night, but his eagerness to spend time with you never got old. And a part of him- the horny, hormonal one, got a little excited at first, but when he saw you in your pajamas ready for bed he was happy to toss those desires aside in exchange for your comfort.
Earlier that night you made him take a shower and lent him some clothes you had swiped from your male relatives whenever they stayed over at your house, he had sat down at the edge of your bed while you dried his hair with a towel, he had never felt so pampered in his life.
You were both lying down on your bed, the lights had been turned off, the ceiling fan whirred and your blanket smelled like you. At first he had been the little spoon, but he decided he wanted to be bold, he asked if you would like to lay your head on his chest, you blushed and agreed quietly. This is what the life of a winner looks like, he thought, there is nothing better than being in the arms of somebody who you love and loves you back. Time kept passing but Jerry couldnât quiet down his excitement, on the other hand you were being lulled to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing.
He whispered your name tenderly âAre you awake?â
You groaned and mumbled âI am nowâ
âSorry!â He grimaced and readjusted his grip on you.Â
â âS okay, whatâs wrong?â
âI canât sleepâŚâ He felt like a child now, he had disturbed your sleep because he couldnât just close his damned eyes. You hummed in response and it reminded him of being a kid and getting in trouble with his parents. He was about to tell you to close your eyes, that he was sorry for disturbing your sleep when you answered back.
âShould I sing to you?â You teared your head away from his chest and tried to discern his face in the darkness of your room, he felt you move and looked down as well, not that either of you could see each other very well.
âOh, uhm⌠Iâve never been singed to beforeâ Jerry began reminiscing about his childhood, about his parents being too busy to tuck him in most nights and how lonely it felt. âI would love it if you did⌠Not that you have to though!â
He felt you move and your clothes rustle under the blanket and you moved to his side, he immediately missed your weight atop of him but was content to still have a hand touching you, you were now facing each other and one of your hands came to his face to push any stray hairs away from his forehead. You always treated him tenderly, like he was the most precious thing you owned.
It's nice to hear you say "hello"
And "how are things with you?
I love you"
But very soon it's time to go
He didnât know this song, but it sounded sweet and his heart that had calmed down as he got used to your presence quickened its pace. You were not the best singer, not that he expected you to be either, but maybe because it was your voice he thought he could just sit and listen for hours.
Strange
How a phone call can change your day
Take you away
Away
From the feeling of being alone
Bless the telephone
His cheeks warmed up again, he definitely felt the same, being able to call you or hang out with you had become his sanctuary away from the cruel words of others, from their mistreatment and indifference.
It's nice, the way you say my name
Not very fast or slow, just soft and low
The same as when you tell me how you feel
I feel the same way, too
I'm very much in love with you
He couldnât hide the dopey smile that crossed his face. God, you were such a sap! A sweet, sentimental fool just like him. His arms tightened around you and this time it was him who hid his face on your chest, you laughed softly.Â
âSorry, was that too corny?â
âNo!â He giggled softly âI mean, yeah, but I liked it!âÂ
You both chuckled and a soft, light-hearted feeling was felt across the room. The feeling of two people being dorks and very much in love.
Tumblr was bugging and wouldnât let me answer dw bbg
bbg your getting the head of a lifetime for this.
this ask.. has me on the floor creaming. /hj
18-19 YEAR OLD JERRY STOKES HC/NSFW/INTOX (weed)/SOMNO
he already smokes with you, stoned sleepy sex is always great, but even greater? Is when he doesnât have to worry about you looking at him. Or mocking him for moaning how he does (you wouldnât)
your taking a nap? Heâs slowly rutting into you while you sleep peacefully.
smoked a joint before bed and you wanna lay down? Thatâs cool babe jusâ spread your thighs a bit so he can help you sleep faster :3
loves getting home from a late shift to see you went to bed with no underwear. you know what he likes and god does he love you. whining as much as he wants without having to worry about you hearing him, fucking u nice n sweet. after heâs done? Makes u cum while your sleeping. Usually it wakes you up, and when it does, he shushes you and lays down to snuggle :3
OH OH COCKWARM HIM AND TAKE A NAP IN HIS LAP WHILE HEâS AT HIS COMPUTER TOO. EATS THAT SHIT UP.
loves your sleepy mumbles and moans. you sound so pretty for him <3
Okay..this idea comes from @hangmeandbangme and their thought on Franco giving everyone familial roles..idk Iâm horny and this almost made me nut the first time I read it
CW: step-cest, Francoâs an awkward, emotionally stunted little pervert, reader is MEAN, mentions of neglect/abuse, mild obsession, brief religious allusion, SMUT, oral (fem!receiving), heel kink, mostly sub!Franco, light petting, heavy degradation
Heâd been following you around like a puppy for weeks now. Ever since the wedding and honeymoon between your parents were officially over, and youâd moved into the Barbiâs place.
âHey, uh..â he stepped into your doorway, a bead of sweat already rolling down his stretched forehead. He was trying to make conversation, pitifully as it may be. âYou got any plans later?â
After a moment of silence and an eye roll, you turned from your vanity and laid your eyes on him. He was so awkward it genuinely made you cringe.
Mother told you to be nice to him. You suspected it was so she didnât have to actually pretend to be a mother to him, but you couldnât entirely blame her. Don just sort of..ignored him, for the most part, despite his obvious desperation for his fatherâs approval. Kind and sweet to the boy, considering he didnât get much female interaction, or attention from generally anyone.
But he made it so difficult. Being a nasty little skeez doesnât exactly instill sympathy into the hearts of women.
You couldnât wear low-cut shirts anymore, the inevitable always came when he couldnât tear his eyes away from your cleavage long enough for you to snap your fingers in front of his face.
Dresses above the knee were out of the question. His eyes tracked every sway of your hips as you passed the dinner table, tongue wetting his dry lips at the sight of your exposed thighs. Seriously, your mother had your new home into a nunnery.
Hell, you didnât even care that he stared. You wouldnât admit to yourself that it made your face warm, made pride blossom beneath your ribs when he practically drooled over your tits, but thatâs irrelevant. Sometimes, before mother banned that clothing all-together, youâd put on a show for him.
Bend over the counter while he sat on a stool across from you, twiddle playfully with the straining button of your top. You bought shirts maybe a size too little just make his head turn. Maybe you were just as perverse as he was.
Yeah, definitely not.
You wouldnât indulge him this time around.
âNo, Franco. Absolutely not.â You sighed, and although your words betrayed nothing, it was enough to make him groan, closing your bedroom door behind him with a strangled whine.
âWhy not, marone?â His steps that pulled him deeper into your room were weary, light like he was approaching a wild animal and not a woman. Francoâs voice was pathetically whiny, nasally and childish in that way that either made you annoyed, or made you wanna reach out and hold him like a baby.
The nickname was something used only in private, only in the confines of these walls. If Don caught him using that language around you, heâd be royally fucked. Not that that thought was a priority right now. Not when you sat there on that perfect ass, hair done, back arched only enough to highlight your shoulders. Not when you spoke to him like that, like he was a nuisance that you reluctantly put up with.
It made his skin crawl. How could you act that way, heâs sure your heart was pounding behind your ribs the same way his was. You never turned him down when he came to you, shameful as he felt. Like a dog pleading for any scrap of your affection. It aroused him. It shouldnât, not when you look at him like heâs garbage, but it makes his cock twitch in his briefs when your lip curls at his presence, yet your traitorous eyes still follow him. Both? Neither? Whatâs it even matter?
His hands found purchase on your shoulders. Trembling, humiliated, anxious. You didnât push him away, but you didnât lean into his touch, either.
Just sort of..accepted it, in that nonchalant way that you know drives him crazy, if that tent in his dress pants are any indication. âBecause youâre desperate. Itâs pitiful to watch you each time you walk in here with your tail between your legs.â
âAnd youâre a whore.â You finished, almost as a side-note.
It was almost instinctual how fast he fell to his knees. He took no time to round the back of your chair, kneeling where youâd moved your vanity chair.
He knows you did with a purpose. Shifted your chair to give him just enough room to fit without the drawers of your desk disturbing him. It made his mouth water, the promise of ecstasy was so close, he only had to talk his way between your thighs.
âI wait for you,â he began, chapped lips constantly needing to be wet by his tongue. He wished he could put it to better use. âEvery day, I dream for father to tell me he and your mother will be gone for the evening.â
âThatâs childish.â
âI know,â a small hand reached out, hurriedly sliding the expensive fabric of your skirt up and over your knees. Your legs were crossed, a taunt, if he knew you as well as he did.
Your manicured hand slid over his forehead. The side of your thumb gently traced a vein on the side of his head, curious. His hands were clammy against your smooth skin, grasping eagerly at any flesh he could reach. âYouâre drooling like a mutt.â
âIâm waiting.â He admitted, tongue ghosting over the supple skin of your knee. Then again, more insistent this time.
Your foot lifted, and pressed to his crotch. The toe of your heel pressed against his (painfully) hard cock, applying only a light pressure.
He hissed, hand scrambling to catch your foot, though he didnât stop you. Electricity shot up through his veins at the pain, and a whimper punched was from his lungs at the friction, but he only caressed the skin on the back of your ankle. Gently, hand shaking while his tongue prodded your legs apart while his head nudged up your skirt further.
Goosebumps slithered up your spine up to your nape, and your cautiously pressed further into his bulge. Earning a whimper, you allowed your legs to fall apart.
That was his permission. That was what he wantedâyouâd never tell him how bad you wanted him, that you needed to feel his skin against yours, but you didnât stop him. When it was all done, typically cum staining his underwear, heâd have to go back to his room, and there heâd harden again, cumming too fast at just the memory of your words. Just the thought of you pushing his nape further between those plush thighs, foul words melting into shaky, nonsensical insults. That was his favorite way to see youâclinging so tightly to your cruel facade that after he wrecked you, it was hard for you to even call him a whore.
âMmhâyou smell like heaven.â His crooked nose dragged up your thighs, sniffing them individually, like one wasnât enough. Then he nosed your mound through your panties.
You gasped, the sudden contact making your hand fling to his head. Your fingers busied themselves in his scalp, weakly pulling at the tuft of hair that fell over his forehead, just enough to make him groan into you.
His free hand reached up, shakily pulling the sticky fabric to the side and baring your cunt to him. Drool dribbled down his chin and onto your dress, but even you were too gone to notice. His other hand cupped your ankle, bringing your white heel down harder against his groin. Heâs grinding against it now, hips shamelessly bucking up into the new sole, earning only a scoff from you.
âOh my god, you are genuinely the most pathetic man I know!ââ your words were cut off with a gasp, when his mouth immediately latched onto your clit.
There were a couple words to express the way Franco ate you, but one would sufficeâstarving.
Needy and clumsy come next, his tongue ravaging your folds messily to the point that you wondered if you were still as wet, or if his saliva made up for lubrication.
You yelped when his teeth knocked your clit accidentally, making you angrily grind your shoe against his cock. A patch of dirt stained the crotch of his pants, alongside a wet patch that made you let out a breathy snicker. You gasped, his fat tongue prodding your hole now. He paused only for a second, exhaling deeply against your slick cunt before speaking.
âGod, I could die down here. Smothered between these fucking thighs, Iâd die a happy man.â He pressed a slobbery kiss to the crease where your thigh and mound met.
âYouâre going to fucking die if you donât put your mouth back on me, Barbi.â
âDonât forget, youâre a Barbi now too, marone.â He licked a stripe up your slit, fat fingers squeezing the fat of your calf.
You giggled, choked and broken, before yanking him out beneath your skirt. âNot by any courage of yours, you wait like a coward until your father is gone before you come in here and nuzzle your mouth against me like youâre in heat.â
He moaned at your words, hips giving a particularly strong thrust up into your shoe. Your ankle was sore now, but the rest of your body was both over-sensitive, and numb from pleasure. Franco could only push back onto you, lips finding purchase on your swollen bud.
The vanity chair creaked when you began to ride his face. Provocative and shameless, you gripped his hair, threw your legs over his shoulders, and ground your cunt against his face until he gasped for breath. But he wasnât complaining, if the precum stain on his pants was any indicator. It continued that way for a minute, finally productive and effective at building the two of you up.
You rocked messily against his face, and sung so pretty for him, how was he supposed to stop? Stop humping your foot like a caged animal while he ravaged you. Feasted on you like you were all that was left for him. You were his last supper, all he needed to reach heaven. He moaned into your folds, feeling your eager cunt clench sporadically around his tongue when he teased.
It reached a head when he stilled. Thighs clenching, loins tightening to an unbearable amount until he spilled into his briefs. Which only made you moan so beautifully, so perfect that if he hadnât just spent himself, the sound itself wouldâve made him cum. Your thighs trembled on either side of his head, and it took only a delicate suckle on your clit to send you over the edge. Not softly, but not harsh, either. It was a world-shattering, voice-breaking orgasm that made your eyes all hazy, the kind that made the world soften for a moment.
âYouâŚyou been practicing on whores without telling me, baby brother?â
Why would you ask him that? He hadnât been able to fuck anyone else since you. He couldnât get it up for whores, or sweet girls, just his older sister. The one who couldnât give a shit less is he keeled over and died, but that let him between her legs every chance they got. âNo, guess I was just excited to see you is all.â He pressed a shaky kiss to your knee.
The sound of keys rattling the front door made you sigh, run a hand over your sweaty hair.
A/n: okay Iâve never written an outlast fanfiction before yall Iâm SCARED HOLD MY HAND..but I fell for the Franco propaganda :( I hate this loser but I CANNOT stop myself, heâs so horny and fun and idk I just had to write this yk?? Whatever, love you!!
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You pick up the pace, your rhythm slick and unrelenting as you take him all the way down. The wet sticky pop echoes the room as you pull back and glide the tip across your lips.
Applying the pearly gloss of his own makingâ a deliberate tease because you know how much it drives him crazy.
âMmm, Ă bellissimo, cazzoâ,â you murmur against his thigh only to sink back down immediately.
âOh, youâre making me see stars, Bellaâha! Oh god, right dâere!â
The vibration makes his hips buck wildly, his voice jumping an entire octave.
He hooks a leg over your shoulder, anchoring you as he drives himself home. Your throat pulses around him, muscles spasming while your vision starts to swim.
He fists his hand into your ponytail tugging at your roots syncing each thrust with every choked breath,
pushing you closer to the edge of blacking out and right at the peak of an orgasm.
You clamp your thighs together, your pulse hammering in your ears as he finally breaks. You feel the hot, heavy streaks paint the back of your throat, a feeling that leaves you breathlessâŚ