Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

pairing: luka x gn!reader

tags: smut/suggestive, switch!luka (leaning top/dom), dirty talk (praise & degradation), tease!luka, dry humping

luka is a switch, but only for the right person! his usual mode is being very dominant and commanding, easily taking control and having you do whatever he pleases. just some pretty words from him would make you drop to your knees and obey his every command

however, luka is someone who's very obsessed and clingy in a relationship. he would do anything to make his partner happy. so he'd happily submit to you and let you turn him into a whiny mess, as you toy with him and make him lose control!

the worst you can do to luka is dry hump him! just having you on his lap, grinding against him, but not letting him inside you… it's torture, but he's absolutely obsessed with it!

though you probably have to tie him down for it, otherwise he'll eventually snap and just fuck you absolutely stupid until YOU are the one who's losing their mind…

one thing luka is great at is teasing! he has quite a way with words, so he'll make you go crazy without even touching you! though once he does touch you, so gently and slow, that you'll beg for more, it's equally over for you–

luka loves to praise you during sex, especially when you're being all good and obedient for him. but he also LOVES to degrade you and be mean. seeing your flushed cheeks and that frustrated look on your face when he does is almost enough to make him cum…

he’d be so willing to be dominated, letting you have your way with him while he just lays there and takes it.

but the second, and i mean the millisecond he sees you falter, it’s like a switch clicks in his head.

it could be the smallest thing too — you letting a whine slip out, or how your nails dug just a bit deeper into his skin than usual.

no matter what it was, luka would notice it.

oh, he’d be so mean about it too — mocking your whines while you tried so hard to knock some sense back into you.

it would be too late though.

luka already had his eyes set on one thing:

making you nothing but a dumb mess under him.

which is exactly what he did.

you couldn’t even process how quick you were flipped over, or how the blonde managed to sink his cock back into, the new angle making you yelp out just from how deep he was.

“that’s all it takes for you to get whiney, angel?”

his thrusts would be mean too — bullying your poor cunt until it hurt, tip brushing against your sweet spot over and over again.

“l—luka, ‘s too—!”

“too much? oh, angel, i know you can take it.”

and if you thought luka was done after you came once, you were severely mistaken.

“don’t tell me you thought we were done, pretty.”

his hand would tangle in your hair, pulling your body so it was flush against his, smooth voice echoing in your ear.

“i haven’t fucked you stupid yet.”

luka wouldn’t stop until you went limp in his arms, choking backs tears as you came for the nth time in a row.

he’d sloppily thrust into you a few more times, spilling his load inside of you with a whine of your name, head buried in your neck.

your body collapsed on the bed, cunt gushing with luka’s cum, eyes barely managing to stay open.

“my pretty angel,”

two of his fingers scooped up the substance leaking from your hole, pushing it back in as luka watched the way you clenched around him.

“think you can take one more for me?”

He slips into the bedroom late at night, eyes immediately drawn to you lying on your stomach, fast asleep in nothing but his oversized t-shirt. The hem has ridden up, exposing your bare ass and the soft, glistening lips of your pussy. Just the sight of you like this — warm, relaxed, and completely vulnerable — makes him throb.

He quietly undresses and climbs onto the bed. He spreads your legs gently and leans down, dragging his tongue slowly through your folds. You’re already wet. He groans quietly against your pussy, licking deeper, tasting you while you stay lost in sleep.

When he’s nice and hard, he kneels behind you, lines himself up, and slowly pushes inside. Your pussy stretches around him beautifully, hot and silky even while you’re sleeping. You let out a soft, unconscious moan as he bottoms out, clenching around him.

“Fuck, baby… so greedy even when you’re sleeping,” he whispers filthily, starting to thrust slowly. He fucks you with long, lazy strokes, savoring how wet and warm you feel wrapped around him.

Your body reacts on instinct — pussy fluttering and dripping around him with every thrust. He leans over you, pressing his chest to your back as he starts fucking you a little harder, the wet sounds of his entire ltngth sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filling the quiet room.

He reaches around to rub your clit in slow circles while he pounds into you. You whimper and push back against him in your sleep, making him groan. “That’s my good girl,” he rasps, hips snapping faster. “Taking me so well even when you’re out cold.”

When he finally gets close, he buries himself deep and cums hard, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He stays inside you for a while, gently grinding through the aftershocks, pushing his load deeper.

Only then does he carefully pull out, clean you up, and cuddle up behind you, kissing your shoulder softly. You always sleep better after he fills you up.

cw: s3x, slight edging, word 'daddy' was used

"take it all doll. not my fault you got it hard."

"you can take it. c'mon, you've never struggled this much before."

"there you go, just needed a few words of encouragement, didn't ya."

"careful, i didn't say you could cum yet. hold on just a little longer."

"fuck, you're clamping real hard. don't want me to leave, is that it? don't worry, i'd live in here if i could."

"don't act all shy on me. you fucking love when i tell you how fucking cute you look."

"you wanna cum? awww. well daddy hasn't said yes yet so you better wait. don't wanna make me mad, hmm?"

"pfft, stop whining. you act like a dog and i'll treat you like one."

"you squirm one more time and i'm gonna slap your ass until it turns purple, you understand?"

"tch, that shut you up. you're my good girl now, aren't you? aw, look at the pretty slut."

"alright, you can cum baby, but no squirming away."

"fuck, you're so tight. i'm, i'm gonna fucking cum."

"shit, you okay doll? you're twitching around all over the place."

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Dabi hovered above you, chest heaving. His cock, still heavy and twitching against your thigh, leaked a fresh bead of precum that smeared hot across your skin. Thick ropes of his cum painted your fingers, his scarred abdomen, and dripped in slow, sticky strands onto your belly. The sight made your pussy clench greedily.

“Not done with you yet,” he growled, voice raw and wrecked. “Not even close, Princess.”

He has you on top, grinding your needy cunt on his thigh. He refuses to touch you as he sits on the couch, watching the World Cup. You whine, grabbing his jaw to get him to look at you.

“Please… i need it so bad”

You got yourself in this predicament. You kept pestering him, trying to get his attention in any way. Blame it on ovulation or boredom, the result was the same: you needed release. So you decided to get his attention by sitting on his lap, kissing his neck, his cheek.

It didn’t work the way you hoped for, his eyes were glued to the screen, his hand resting on your hip. You frowned, contemplating your next move. You run your hand down his chest, till it rests on his clothed dick. That worked.

He looks at you, cocking an eyebrow, and you just smile. He knew that look all too well. He knows you. His hand goes from your hip to your waist, then down to your thighs. “I’m watching the game”

“It’s boring and I’m bored…”

You give it a squeeze over his pants, noticing that his cock hardened.

“After the game. Only 30 minutes left.”

But, of course, you couldn’t take no for an answer. So he manhandled you into straddling one of his thighs. He pushed your panties to the side, the only thing you were wearing under your his shirt, and made you grind down.

Now you’re a whiny mess, almost sorry for pestering him and not being patient. Your hands rest on his muscular chest to steady yourself. The grinding didn’t soothe your ache without his guiding touch or encouraging words.

“It’s just a stupid game. I need you!”

He finally looks at you, then down at where you’re grinding on his thigh. He sees the way your cunt soaked his pants, but you didn’t manage to come yet.

“Please?” You pout when you see that he might finally give in.

And he does.

His hands land on your hips, guiding your previously sloppy rhythm. “Just like that…”

One of his hands goes up, cupping your tits over the shirt, a thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. He takes off the shirt, leaning in to kiss and suck on your bare skin.

Your whines turn to moans, finally finally, getting closer. Your nails dig into his shoulders, feeling that coil in your belly tighten. He kisses you, your kisses messy and barely catching up with him. He pulls away to watch you, almost amused by your state. “That’s it… that feel good, doll?”

“I’m gonna—“

He smiles, one hand rubbing your thigh encouragingly, and the other toying with your tits. He loves seeing you lose your mind over him, only he could bring out that side in you. His gaze doesn’t leave you, especially when you finally come, your whole body trembling as your hips stutter against his thigh.

dry humping doesn’t stay dry if you do it right

warnings: nsfw, dry humping (not for long), humiliation, impact play

“fuuuuckkk, baby,” you hear him rasp from beneath you. “look at ya, you’re doing so well.”

you whine in response, hips bumping against his quicker and harder. each roll of your hips increase in pressure, desperately chasing that friction against your clit. it’s so frustratingly good—but your pussy is aching for skin to skin.

he looks at you with dazed eyes, blown out and fixated on the pleasure and the sight of purely you. his boxers have already shown to darken in the past few minutes, and your panties are quick to follow. every bump of his clothed erection against your aching clit has you pressing down firmer against his crotch. your hands have purchase on his biceps, squeezing the muscles as you beg for more.

“need more—ah—!” you cry as the man beneath you grabs onto your hips, firmly rolling you down in a controlled and precise way to have you drunk. “need it—you—in me!”

“nah, gotta make you cum like this first,” he drawls out crudely, raising one of his hands towards your face. “you haven’t even asked me what i want, dollface. you’ve just been using me.”

yeah, right.

the reddening skin of your hips and your ass from earlier says otherwise. he’s so mean, controlling the way you rub up on him then blaming you—it’s not your fault it feels so damn good. his hand that reached up is now on your chin, caged between his thumb and index finger. it’s to make you look at him—really—but your eyes don’t follow. instead they’re rolled back, off and away to focus on the intoxicating pleasure of his cock twitching against your heat.

“tch, you’re pathetic,” he spits at you. he releases your chin and winds his hand back for a few seconds before landing a slap against your cheek. it’s not gentle—it’s crude and humiliating—but you moan at the impact anyway. he forces you to look at him again, and this time your eyes are trained on his. he stares at you with such venom, like he’s ready to break you apart if need be. “you fuckin’ look at me when i talk to you. got that?”

you mumble out a slurred “yes” before he slaps you again. “couldn’t hear you, pretty. say it again.”

“yessssss—!”

your panties are completely drenched with arousal, and it’s shared as it soaks through his boxers as well. arousal thins out the fabric, and you can feel his cock moving against your clit. you’re dizzy—your eyes are trained on him but you don’t actually see him. all your focus pours into the speed of your hips, bouncing yourself on his lap like there’s no tomorrow.

you can feel it coming—you’re almost past your breaking point. and the way he groans and moans beneath you, his back arching against the pillows and the bed, make it clear that he’s close too. “that’s right, my dirty girl. chase—hah—chase that fuckin’ high of y—yours..”

“w–wanna cum t–together!” your lips find his in a sloppy kiss. your tongue doesn’t hesitate to push back the barrier of his lips, and he allows you to. it’s so dirty, saliva dripping down each other’s chins as your bodies entangle into one another. you’re so tired—but luckily his hands are there to help and guide you.

as soon as he feels your hips falter, stuttering as you reach your high, he takes the reigns. he’s moving you up and down against his cock at a faster rate than before, and overstimulation breaks in for you. he lets out a guttural groan into your mouth as he feels his cock twitch once—twice—and now he’s cumming into his boxers.

the fabric doesn’t do much to absorb it—between your clothed heats—lies a slimey, translucent stream of white connecting both of you.

your body collapses into his, and he catches you with arms wrapped around your waist. you two lie there for a few moments before you can feel his hand slapping gently at your butt, gesturing for you to get up. and you do, raising your hips and one leg off over him.

you think you two are done—until he halts you from lying down. you shoot him a confused, dizzy look, and then you feel his fingers slipping past the waistband of your panties to tug them off.

“thought ya said you wanted me in you, doll?”