Suitcase!

megumi’s fucking relentless when he wants to be.

you didn’t expect it—not from him. cool, quiet, closed-off. the kind of guy who mumbles through compliments, blushes if you so much as kiss his neck. but now? now he’s behind you on the bed, hands tight on your hips, chest damp with sweat, cock driving into your cunt at angles so precise it’s like he’s mapping you out with surgical intent.

except he hasn’t hit it yet.

he’s trying.

you can feel it in the way he keeps adjusting—sliding one knee forward, shifting your legs apart, reaching up to cup your tit while his other hand angles your hips higher. every thrust is different. measured. focused. calculated. he’s testing your body like a theory, chasing something he knows is there.

but you’re dazed.

whimpering, breathless, soaked and shaking, confused as fuck because every time you think he’s found it—fuck—he misses by a hair. it’s so close. the pleasure is blinding, but something inside is pulsing, begging, like a button he just hasn’t pushed yet.

he groans low behind you, voice hoarse and frustrated. “it’s in here,” he pants, like he’s talking to himself more than you. “i know it is—fuck, why can’t i—”

you mewl his name, back arching, your hands clawing at the sheets. “m-megumi, what—what’re you—f-fuck—”

“trying something,” he growls, and then—

then he grabs your hips, strong and firm, and lifts them slightly, angling your ass higher, tipping your pelvis up, bringing your cunt closer to him, tighter. he shifts forward, sinks deeper—

and hits it.

“fuck—!”

you scream. not a cute moan. not a gasp. a full-bodied, throat-shredding scream as your body convulses. your hands slap the mattress. your legs kick. your mouth falls open with a sob as something detonates inside you, pressure exploding.

then you squirt.

not a little trickle. not some delicate drip.

it gushes—loud, wet, uncontrollable—as megumi’s cock hits your g-spot dead-on and stays there, grinding into it while his grip on your hips keeps you locked in place.

his eyes widen, blown black, and he chokes out a groan that sounds like it’s dragged from the bottom of his lungs. “holy fuck—” his cock twitches hard inside you. “you—fucking squirted—”

you can’t speak. your voice is gone. your entire body is shaking, twitching under him, cunt spasming uncontrollably around his cock as slick pours out of you, soaking his thighs, the bed, everything.

“shit,” he pants, hips slamming forward again—same angle, same brutal grind—and you scream again, body lurching, nails digging into the mattress.

“you like that?” he hisses, his rhythm suddenly unhinged, frantic, chasing that spot with every thrust now. “that’s it, right there—fuck, i found it—look at you, fucking soaking me—”

“c-can’t—too much—megumi—!”

he doesn’t stop. not when you gush again, not when you sob and scream, not even when your legs shake like they might give out from under you. he holds you up, keeps that perfect angle, pounds your g-spot like it’s his fucking mission.

“you’re gonna cum like this,” he growls. “you’re gonna squirt all over me again. i want it. need it. give it to me.”

you break.

Thank you for the request ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆ hope you enjoy (1/2) ୨ৎ

𑣲⋆｡˚ Dating Castle - HCS (sfw)

(⚠️ this is not a representation of who Stephon is and as per the title - these are just headcanons ⚠️)

fluff | lightly suggestive (minors DNI regardless) x black reader

How you met:

- you met through one of your homegirls

- It was a boring Saturday night and you were just hanging out with your girls when one of them suddenly sprang up from her seat

- “Y’all down for a house party?” she grinned, excitement written all over her face. It had been way too long since you’d all gone out out.

- House parties weren’t really your thing, but it had been so long since you’d gone out that you decided to give in

- “Who’s hosting?” you asked, scooting closer while she typed on her phone. You figured she was messaging them and tried to sneak a glance, just in case you recognized the name

- “I don’t think yall know him. My brother is friends with this NBA player named Stephon. They used to hang out a lot when they were younger,” she said, still typing. “Anyway, he just messaged me asking if I had plans tonight and if I wanted to bring some friends over.”

- Honestly, after all this time being friends with her you had no idea she knew an NBA player. Not that it really mattered to you, he was just another person, but it was definitely something people usually brought up

- Anyway you agreed and decided to get ready with the girls.

- You walked in, music blasting so loud you were convinced the neighbors had to be hearing it too.

- The place was buzzing, but not packed. It felt like one of those gatherings where everyone invites their close friends, and those friends bring a couple more people along.

- Your friends headed toward the kitchen in search of drinks, while you hung back, claiming one of the couches as your group’s spot

- You felt someone walking up and looked up to see a tall dreadhead, casually leaning with one arm crossed and the other holding a clear cup of something dark.

- “Yo… do I know you?” he asked, lowering himself onto a seat nearby so you could hear him.

- “Nah, my homegirl was invited and she invited us to come along,” you explained, leaning in and raising your voice just enough for him to hear. You couldn’t help to notice how good this stranger looked tonight.

- He nods, “who’s your homegirl?” He asks out of curiosity as he looks around the room to see if he could spot a familiar face.

- “She’s the girl over there in blue. She said this party’s hosted by some NBA guy, Stephen or Steph… something like that,” you said with a shrug, leaning back on your hands to keep your balance.

- “You mean Stephon,” he said, moving closer so only you could hear, a teasing smirk curling on his lips.

- “Yeah!! That’s it!” you exclaimed, pointing at him. “Wait… you know him?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

- “you are looking at him right now, princess”

- “Ohhh shi, my bad,” you giggled, awkwardness slipping through your laugh, while the nickname princess left you feeling hotter than you expected.

- “nah you’re good, I’m Sephon Castle, you are?”

- “y/n l/n, nice to meet you Stephon”

- “pleasure meeting you too y/n” he gave you a small smile

- and the rest was history…

Your relationship dynamic:

- No one really expected Stephon to show up with a girlfriend, especially given how focused he was on his career

- But here he was, with the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on.

- You weren’t one for the spotlight. You liked to keep things private, and Steph totally respected it.

- Your relationship stayed under the radar, until the team guys came over and finally saw you together.

- it was quite a funny story actually

- You had the music cranked up in the kitchen as you cooked, rocking your white tank top and some baggy sweatpants.

- you were dancing around completely unaware of your surroundings.

- Suddenly, you turned around and were met with a group of men, all easily over six feet tall. Your hand instinctively flew to your chest, your heart racing from the shock.

- For a long moment, you simply stared at each other, silence hanging between you. Then Steph stepped forward and leaned in, giving you a quick, teasing kiss. Smirking as he did.

- “Why are you all just standing there?” he laughed, grinning. “This is my girl, y/n”

- “And you never thought to tell us?!” Everyone immediately started shouting questions - who you were, how long you’d been together, seeking all the details.

- All you could do was laugh. Definitely not the way you thought you’d meet the team.

- One of his teammates laughed and said, “We should definitely fine your ass for hiding such a pretty girl from us.”

- “Aye, enough of that” Steph stood forward, his arm sneaking around you as he pulled you closer to his side

- his love languages include quality time and words of affirmation

- He loves taking you out on dates, whether it was somewhere close by or overseas - he made it a goal of his to take you to places you dreamed of visiting.

- As long as he got to spend as much time as he could with you, that’s all that mattered

- Since you weren’t in the public eye, no one outside of his teammates, family and friends had any idea he had a girlfriend.

- Obviously that came with it’s ups and downs

- Ups being that he could keep you safe from any unwanted hate and attention from fans

- The downside was that plenty of girls were always trying their hardest to get his attention and flirt with him. He was fine as hell, you couldn’t blame them for wanting a piece of him

- You weren’t exactly mad since they had no idea about you, but that didn’t make it any more enjoyable.

- For example that one time you went to his game. He’d managed to get you the best seats available, right by the courtside.

- Sitting next to you was a group of girls, and you couldn’t help but overhear them gushing about how fine Stephon looked and how they planned to catch his attention.

- Stephon made sure to glance your way now and then, checking that you were okay. He would frequently point toward you after scoring, as if sharing the moment with you.

- Of course, the girls next to you totally got the wrong idea and thought all his attention was for them.

- It definitely got under your skin, souring your mood all day. You even thought about announcing your relationship loud and clear so everyone would know he was yours.

- he would always reassure you

- “Are you alright ma?” he whispered, pulling you into his arms, his face full of concern.

- “I’m okay,” you admitted, leaning into him. “It’s just… the girls next to me at the game kept talking about you and trying to get your attention and honestly, it made me a little jealous.”

- In this scenario you expected him to laugh and brush it off, but he did the opposite.

- Without hesitation, he pulled you closer and kissed you, soft and full of meaning, silently telling you, “It’s you, only you.”

- “Baby, I only want you,” he murmured, his hands gently holding your face. “I don’t want anyone else. Only you princess.”

- a/n - am sobbing :/

- he is definitely a feeder! He loves giving you gifts but he would always spoil you with your favourite foods - you’d think you are low maintenance but not when it came to food

- “Come on, let me feed you,” his voice low. “We’ll get takeout, and then I’ll show you just how much I love you and that no one else matters to me but you.”

- he truly loved you and he wanted to make sure you knew at all times

- He loved how you expressed yourself, how real you always were with him, the way you dressed, the way you smelled, your delicate features, and those eyes that seemed to see right through him.

- he never got tired of complimenting you

- “did I tell you you look beautiful today?”

- “there’s my pretty girl”

- “those eyes of yours are dangerous…I can’t stop looking at them”

- “wear that white dress I got you, I love seeing you in that ma”

- You were always on his lap, whether he was playing games, watching TV or on his phone, he just wanted to hold you close, always.

- yes, he loves expressing his admiration for you at all times.

- he was not going to let you go, ever.

- “Promise me you’ll never leave me, aight?” he murmured, his face pressed against your neck, arms holding you protectively.

- “I’m not going anywhere Stephon”

I hope y’all enjoyed!

!! mdni

"Please", you mewl, grinding on his clothed crotch, your panties wet with arousal.

"You can't, baby" he hisses through gritted teeth, resolve thinning when you grind over his hardness. "Fuck" he instinctively pushes his hip forward to meet your thrust, "You can't take me"

You groan, the room heating up and constricting around you two. Mind swirling with thoughts of his big length inside you, stuffing you full.

"I can, i promise. Please..." Your teary eyes and begging really did it for him as he snaps, manhandling you below him as his broad form hovers over yours, blocking any light.

Within a minute your clothes are off, his big hands can't seem to get enough of you. Roaming over your waist, thighs, breasts, anything that he can maul.

Spreading your thighs apart with his legs, he groans at the sight of your dripping pussy, clenching around nothing, "so fucking needy" he lazily gives it a slap, making you yelp.

A smirk tugs at his face, eyebrow arched at your messed up form. "Don't complain later. You asked for it" his voice laced with hunger and a predatory intent, big hand stroking himself while he aligns himself with your dripping pussy, the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. And he's going to ruin it so well.

"Nhgg.. plea- ah!" Your plea gets cut off as he grants your wish, pushing in barely an inch inside your tight walls. "Fucking hell.." his eyebrow furrow in concentration, eyes laser focused on the the little hole gaping around his big cock. Much too big for you, he thinks.

His teeth bite into his lower lip as he pushes harder, your back arching at the stinging stretch. "Can take.. it" you stutter, already trembling. Hips arching to take him more.

"As you fucking wish" he growls, an animalistic sound leaving his mouth. His big hands hold you in place below him, pushing into your tight warmth, stuffing you to your limit. Your writhing body unable to move much against his strong grip, his hips pushing forward until you're full of him.

"That what you wanted?" his forehead sweaty at the effort it took to push into your tight hole, pupils blown wide. "So fucking tight for me.. all fucking mine"

His large hand over your tummy feeling himself inside you. "'ts so.. big.." you mewl, hands digging into his forearm.

He chuckles breathlessly, "told ya.. but you wouldn't listen." His thumb runs over your clit, his pace slow and deep, knowing you need time to adjust to his size.

"More", you cry out, looking at him with teary and needy eyes, your tight walls clenching around him oh so deliciously. A man can only hold himself back for so long..

He huffs out an amused grin, "don't cry too much", he doesn't wait for your answer before he starts thrusting into you at a faster pace. Pulling himself out almost fully before slamming back inside.

"Oh..ngh, so good-" your broken screams sound like music to his ears.

"Don't stop" you cry out, nails digging into his arms, feeling yourself splitting apart on his length. The line between pain and pleasure blurring together, mind mush. Only him. Him. All over you.

You cry out when he rubs against a particular angle, throwing your head back.

"Right there?" His smirk is devilish, making it a point to continue to assault that soft spot inside your now stretched and full pussy.

"Wait- ahh! Wait" your cries fall on deaf ears, eyes rolling back at the overwhelming pleasure. Your body trembling and writhing under his much larger one.

"Hm? What was that? You want more? Of course, angel" he pretends to mishear you, pushing into you at a brutal pace, continuing to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

"No, i.. meant- ah!"

"I got you" he whispers into your ear, cooing praises about how well you're taking him, how you were made just for him while he ruins your little pussy.

When you cum, it's nothing like you've ever experienced before. Vision turning white, almost on the verge of passing out. Clenching so hard around him, bringing him to his release.

You feel his warm release coating your insides, both of you groaning and trembling at the feel.

You stay like that for a moment. Fucked out, bodies tangled with each other, too tired to move a muscle

Once he moves to lay beside you, he makes sure he's still inside you. Spooning you against his big and warm body. "Let's stay like this" he grunts tiredly. "Just makin' sure you get used to my size."

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armin was the type of friend your boyfriend thought he would never have to worry about. armin was pretty, a pretty boy with pretty feminine features! red puffy cheeks, fat pink lips, doe eyes, and long blond lashes to tie everything in. he liked cropped shirts showing off his bling belly button ring, and abs. he liked tight things that showed his perfect figure, and armin loved having bling on his nails. bows, flowers, hello kitty, with a pretty light pink or blue color.

your boyfriend thought armin was harmless; in fact he thought he knew armin’s sexual orientation well. but was he so wrong, he began to be question why you no longer craved intimacy form him - to which he would be blown off with a simple “i’m busy.” you began to spend more and more time with armin, canceling plans with him to tend to armin but still he thought nothing of it. one night you wouldn’t answer him after yet again, leaving him for armin. he took that as an opportunity to show up. blending in with the darkness as he peeked through your window heart aching at the sight. while he thought armin didn’t like women - he didn’t, he loved them. there you were naked in the plush of your bed, your toes that were light blue in the same man he was so sure he didn’t have to worry about mouth.

he could hear your moans and the words you two shared the window doing nothing to hinder him from the sight. “m-minni please!” you begged. the suction around your toes making your pussy ache. “hold on baby” he spread your thick brown legs watching the wetness that stuck to your fat cunt and inner thighs. armin pushed your legs open, knees to your chest spiting on your clenching hole, and letting two fingers rub your clit, the gold bows shining. “y-yess” your eyes were low and burning to close. tears brimming at your water line as you bucked into his fingers bitting your lip. armin had a small smirk on his lip, moving his fingers and slapping your pussy making a little squirt dribble out of you.

his gripped his long skinny cock and tapped it against you making you both groan in unison. “you gonna do it mama?” your boyfriend’s ears perked, wondering what did he want you to do. his chest beat rapidly watching armin slid himself into you while he pinched your brown nipple. his own cock jerking in his pants at how fucked out you looked. he watched armin work his hips leaning down and kissing your lips. “say i-it baby” armin moved back to hovering over you and gripped your hips, fucking himself in you harder. “tell your minni what he wants to hear” your legs shook, your hand moving against his stomach to take some the pleasure away. “m-minnn ohmygod” squirt shot out of you again, but armin knew you could give him more.

one hand left your hips and started back rubbing your clit again making your mouth go into an o shape a silent scream falling from you. “tell me baby, then you can make a fuckin mess” your breath got caught in your throat as your pussy pulsed clenching down on him. “m’breakinggg up with himmm” squirt shot out going all over armin and your pink cover. armin smiled in victory, moving his cock to plunge into you softly. “g-gonna be mine forever” he stuttered out, quickly pulling out of you and jerking his pink cock to let out it’s orgasm on your pudgy stomach.

written by ℳ, 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝔁 f! reader | word count 1000

🪻 synopsis giving mike extremely obvious hints of your crush on him but he’s stupidly oblivious.

labels & warnings 💘 𝐘/𝐍 & 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 dainty feminine reader cheerleader + loser boy troupe mutual pinning slight angst 𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻

❝wishing on you❞

if there was one thing mike wheeler was sure of, it was that he absolutely sucked at understanding girls. especially you.

you were … different. not in the cliché way he heard in those cheesy teenage rom-coms you forced him to watch with the rest of your mutual friends, but in a way that made his chest feel tight, like riding a bike down a hill too fast. thrilling. terrifying. impossible to control.

he’d liked you quietly for months, storing away every small moment you offered him like precious collectibles he was scared of ruining. he thought he was subtle about it, he thought no one knew. the problem was, apparently, you weren’t subtle at all at least that’s what everyone kept telling him.

and yet, mike still didn’t get it.

you were waiting for him by his locker, pom-poms peeking out of your cheer bag as you leaned against the metal door like something out of those dreamy coming of age movies. you wore that new black cardigan that hugged your frame perfectly. that also somehow made his brain stop working, and your hair was styled in a blowout, pinned with that tiny oval shaped floral patterned barrette he gave you once as a joke. you kept it.

❝mikey,❞ you greeted, voice like something he wished he could keep bottled up just for himself.

mikey.

he swore his knees almost buckled every time you called him that.

❝hey,❞ he replied, trying to sound casual, hoping his smile didn’t give away how much he replayed that nickname at night when he couldn’t sleep and every morning as he brushed his teeth.

you nudged a small, neatly wrapped cookie into his hand. heart shaped. piggy pink icing. edible glitter. of course it was adorable, super thoughtful, of course you made it.

❝i made you this.❞ he loved the way the tips of your lips turned upward and how voluminous your curled eyelashes looked when you blinked.

mike blinked. ❝um… thanks?❞

you giggled, a little breath leaving you like you expected something more than just a ❝thanks❞ from him.

later, dustin smacked mike on the back of the head for this.

but in the moment, mike just stared after you as you walked away, your hair that caught the shine of the fluorescent school light bouncing, waving like you didn’t just hand deliver him something that made his heart practically sprint.

he found the rest of the guys at their usual lunch table. they were watching him with knowing looks, annoyingly knowing looks.

❝dude,❞ lucas started, ❝she literally made you a cookie.❞

❝a heart shaped one at that.❞

❝so? she makes stuff for us too.❞

dustin scoffed. ❝she gave me a granola bar once because i was dizzy. that does not compare. that cookie had his name on it. in icing.❞

will, a smirk lightly forming on his lips, trying to be gentle, added, ❝mike… she likes you. like likes you.❞

mike shoved a fry into his mouth to avoid answering. ❝you guys are reading into it.❞

but the heat in his chest said otherwise.

the next hint (apparently) was even more obvious.

the school was hosting a small fair to raise funds for the cheer and AV clubs, which was a weird combo, but you insisted both groups worked so hard and deserved it. mike didn’t even try saying no because… well, saying no to you wasn’t something he was capable of.

you ended up at the wishing well, handmade and covered in pink glitter, which dustin complained about because it got in his hair.

you held out a coin to mike, eyes soft. ❝make a wish?❞

❝on what?❞ he asked.

you hesitated as if thinking about what to say next, but really it was more like if you should even say what you did.

❝on… something you really want.❞

he stared at the coin on your palm, then at you.

something he really wanted was standing right in front of him, smiling like he hung the stars in the gym ceiling above you both.

he tossed the coin, closing his eyes, wishing for courage. courage to tell you.

you bit your lip, cheeks flushed brighter than the icing on your homemade cookies. ❝can i tell you mine?❞

❝sure.❞

you leaned closer, voice just above a whisper. ❝i wished… for someone to finally see how i feel.❞

mike nodded. ❝oh. yeah. that’s a good wish.❞

dustin physically dragged him away before he ruined it further.

his wake up call came two days later in the gym.

your cheer practice had ended, and the boys had wandered inside, bored. you sat next to mike on the bleachers, still in your uniform, hair a little messy, face glowing from the all the tumbling and stunts. you looked unreal.

you had a small alien sticker in your palm.

❝mikey,❞ you said, placing it gently on his cheek, ❝i think this suits you.❞

mike froze.

you were inches away, your hand still on his face. his skin burned where you touched him. your eyes flicked to his lips for a second, just a second. mike’s brain short-circuited.

he swallowed. ❝th-thanks.❞

you looked at him like he hung the moon for real this time.

❝i wish you knew,❞ you whispered, almost too soft to hear.

and mike, still mike, still hopelessly oblivious, tried to respond, but you were called away by your coach.

he sat on his bike that night, staring up at the sky, replaying every moment with you. every smile, every gift, every touch.

she wished for someone to finally see how i feel.

i wish you knew.

you weren’t being subtle at all.

and suddenly, it crashed into him. the realization hit so hard he nearly fell off the bike.

you liked him. you liked him!

and he’d been stupid. he let a audible gasp.

he biked to your house without thinking. threw rocks at your window because his brain went into rom com autopilot. when your laced curtains shifted and you appeared, his heart leapt.

you rushed downstairs ignoring your parents as they questioned where you were going, the boy you yearned for was outside.

you came outside, wearing a cute sleep set, sweater thrown over, hair messy and adorable and perfect.

❝mike? hi what are you—❞

he didn’t let himself think this time.

❝y/n! i’m an idiot.❞

you blinked. ❝i mean… yeah, a little.❞

he huffed out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. ❝i didn’t get it. all the hints. everyone kept telling me, and i still didn’t get it. but i do now. and i… i wish i noticed sooner.❞

you stepped closer. ❝noticed what?❞ knowing damn well what he meant.

mike’s voice shook. ❝that you like me.❞

your breath hitched. ❝and…?❞ as you tested him

he gently took your hand, holding it with both of his like it might vanish. ❝and i like you too. so much it makes me feel crazy.❞

your shoulders relaxed, a smile blooming that could power every star in the sky.

mike placed a soft kiss on your forehead, nervous, tender, like a question wrapped in hope.

❝so… can i be your wish too?❞ wow that sounded a lot better in his head.

you whispered against his knitted sweater, ❝you already were.❞ tears of joy welling in your eyes.

a/n: never written for tokyo revengers before. so this was nice ..

“put my hair up f’me.”

“you’ve got to hold it .. hold it f’ me princess.”

“so good, y-you feel so fuckin’ good.”

“hold your legs up f’me,”

“you want me to hold you? cmere..”

“f-fuck .. don’t do that ..”

“stick your tongue out,”

“hey— i told you hands at your sides.”

“then lay back so i can make you cum. y’ want that .. don’t you princess?”

“y’so needy tonight .. what’s wrong?”

“look back at me, just let me see your face.”

“i just .. just want one taste. lift your skirt up.”

“one or two fingers?”

“m’sorry pretty .. i’ll be more gentle.”

“can i .. i-inside? shittt.”

“open your mouth and show me you swallowed it,”

“why not? you used these toys to play with my pussy, why can’t i use them too?”

“yeah? gonna cum on my fingers?”

“am i pressing against that spot?”

“i’m right here, feel it?”

“put your hands back in my hair,”

“dirty fuckin’ girl .. askin me to choke you. you’re a sick fuck,”

bonus smut :) 18+ only

“m-mikey .. i’m close,” you whimper softly, fingers trembling as your blonde boyfriend continues his assault on your beyond overstimulated cunt, which was sopping wet from the previous two orgasms he’d given you.

your lips part cutely as he eats your pussy like it’s an art, lips gently licking at suckling up every bit of slick your cunt had to offer him.

when your hands fall to your sides, mikey stops his feasting. looking up at you as he squeezes your thighs gently, your heart thrums in your chest as mikey places as kiss to your parted legs before speaking again.

“put your hands back in my hair ..” he grunts, actually waiting for you to comply with his demands before his tongue darts out, flicking at your clit in quick motions. your entire body trembles as mikey adds a finger to the mix, slipping it almost too easily through your folds.

it glides in, curling as soon as it gets deeper into your spongey walls. you clench around him so tightly, pussy growing wetter when he finally moves his finger in and out of you.

the pleasure has your stomach lurching as it fills up with a tingly feeling. you look down through your blurred vision to see mikey’s eyes are closed now .. happily shut in bliss as he eats your pretty cunt out.

“cumming! mikey—” mikey’s eyes snap open at your words, hands pushing your legs open impossibly wider, pressing his fingers against that mushy spot that has your body keening. you brown eyes go crossed as you finally squirt .. releasing a spurt of clear liquid into your boyfriends greedy mouth.

he doesn’t stop either, strong hands holding you down as he overstimulated you through your orgasm .. sucking at your clit now in an effort to get you to squirt for him again.

now, the loser loves making out with you sitting in his chair. your legs on either side of his hips as your shorts ride up your legs. to center himself like before, his warm hands slide from your hips to your sides, slightly making you shiver. your lips are wet with one another’s spit, both your heads spinning, noses hitting every now and again as you breathe in each other's air.

“rodrick!”

as if nothing has changed, noises slip from his mouth while you taste each other, your hand scratching into the short hair on the back of his head, not making him any better. his hands slide further up until he’s grabbing a handful of your breast but before you can even think about getting the shirt off greg’s voice takes over the room.

“rodrick, mom sa- EW!” the two of you pull away immediately, you look over at greg with a shocked expression while rodrick simply stuffs his face into your chest with a groan. he mumbles something, but it doesn’t reach either of your ears. “i think i’m gonna hurl,” greg says, making exaggerated gagging noises as he begins to leave. “oh my god,” rodrick moans into your chest in aggravation. he lifts his head to shoo greg from the room further, “get out.”

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 “𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘”

+ mikey, kazutora, inui, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, cursing, dirty talk, hand!job, fingering, soft dom w! sub! reader

an. i went feral writing this and i’m not sorry

chigiri being a beast and a sadist in bed will forever haunt me.

for this one we have bestfriend!chigiri!

also this wasn't supposed to be this long but this boy leaves in my mind rent-free...

cw: doggystyle, edging as it says on the title, chigiri refers to himself as "princess" & "missy", unprotected sex, probably a lot more i cant remember

kinktober masterlist

chigiri was tired. bothered. annoyed. the way you would always treat him like his teammates do, even using the same damn names that often don't disturb him at all when they come from them, but hearing it leave your lips with that infuriating mocking tone accompanied by an obvious smirk that makes it clear you're making fun of him... he's had enough.

honestly it took me quite long to decide if this would be a sequel to my previous hiori post paired with facefucking (wip spoilers omg) or just the good ol overstimulation... and i ended up choosing overstimulation! hope y'all like it <3

cw: dacryphilia (duh), fingering & overstimulation

kinktober masterlist

your head is spinning, ears buzzing. a burning feeling that starts on your thighs, goes up to your core and reaches your back, washes over your tired body alongside with the overwhelming pleasure you've been given. your legs are spread widely, the suple skin on your inner thighs drenched in sweat and cum, just like the sheets under you.

flowers are expensive (wbk). like- a dozen of flowers costs around 50$ (according to the internet), and for a boyfriend who just LOVES to spoil u with gifts but doesn't have Elon Musk's wallet, that's a little bit out of his price range.

so what does he do? he makes them. he goes out and buys a giant back of white paper (which is still cheaper than a dozen flowers), sits down, cuts the paper into smaller pieces and colors each of them in it own unique color before shaping them into flowers and wrapping them up in a paper where he wrote a short, but heartwarming letter to you.

"I couldn't buy you flowers, so I just made them for you.." he mumbled out sheepishly, hoping you'd like them.

like them? you're on your KNEES for them. the fact he took time out of his day to HAND MAKE paper flowers for you meant so much more than a dozen of roses that'll die in a few weeks or so.

ever since he saw just how much you liked his hand made gifts, that's all he gives to you in the future, and each and every time he comes up with more and more unique designs, all so he could see that beautiful smile of yours. ♡︎

everyone was surprised when you and rin started dating. after all, the both of you were complete opposites — from personalities to aesthetics — rin was usually darker and quieter, while you were more bubbly and bright.

rin never thought he’d be associated with the colour pink. not white lace, not soft pastel colours, not someone who quadrupled his energy levels. but that’s what made him fall in love with you — seeing you put so much care into dolling yourself up, looking all pretty — it had an effect on him, and he could never seem to hide it.

it was obvious how his cheeks would flush into a shade of pink, how he’d turn into a stammering mess trying to act all nonchalant. but the most striking part was the tent in his pants whenever you were around — dressed up or not — as long as you were within proximity, he would always be bricked up. it would take him all his might to hold back when he was around you, and you knew that. so when you decided to test him in your pretty pink lingerie with white lace tied around your upper thighs? all his reasoning flew out the window.

“you don’t know what you do to me. dressed up like this—shit.” he groaned, palming the backside of your thighs as he spread them further apart, pounding into you incessantly, lace panties still hanging on your ankles. “so pretty—haah—so fucking good f’me.” his fingers slipped under the white lace around your thighs, pulling them towards his lips before biting down on your plush skin, leaving marks behind. “aahh rin! too deep—mnngh—!”

obscene noises bounced off the bedroom walls like a harmony, from lewd moans to wet squelching noises, drowning out the sounds of skin clapping every time his hips met the backside of your thighs. his balls slapped against your dripping cunt with every thrust, while your walls clenched with every drag of his tip against your sweet spot, gripping him like they wanted to keep him buried in there.

“you like being ruined like this? yeah? dressed up like a doll just to take my cock?” he groaned, reverent hands sliding around your waist, bunching up your lingerie around your chest as he slammed into you harder, pace still unrelenting. “you wear this just to get ruined don’t you? you’re filthier than you look, princess.”

your mewls got louder now, body jolting under him as drool and tears stained your face. “rin—nnnghh ahh—gonna cum!” you cried, gripping the sheets as your eyes rolled back, brain turning into mush from how good he was fucking you. “make a mess on me, princess. show me how my cock makes you fall apart.” he rasped, leaning in for a kiss as you unraveled beneath him, soaking the sheets and creaming around him.

it was the sight of you all ruined in your pretty pink lingerie — in a coquette themed bedroom, in the middle of your bed surrounded by soft plushies — that made him this crazy for you. there was nothing else that turned him on more than your dazed, fucked out expression, flushed skin covered in hickies, and your body trembling in his arms after being stretched out so good by him. there was absolutely no one else that could ruin you like this, and he had never felt luckier that it was his name that you screamed every night.

rin loves his pretty girl so much that even after he had filled you to the brim with his cum, even when it was leaking out of you, he already had you flipped around, ready to fuck you stupid all over again.

Warning: fem reader in mind, she/her pronouns, reader wears a skirt

Imagine working at a cute little coffee shop in a shopping center or mall. You take the opening shift allowing other workers at different shops to stop by and get a coffee before work. Doing this allowed you to get some really great regulars.

Every morning two quiet boys come in and get a coffee and a pastry before work. The shorter one with over grown roots normally gets an apple cinnamon twist. While the taller one with white messy hair gets a piece of iced lemon bread.

You learn through small interactions with them that their names are Kenma and Nagi, and they work at the game store a few stores down. They’re quiet but sweet. Coming in every morning they work and always tipping well.

Kenmas more quiet, although he always gives a small “Hello..” while Nagi orders for the both of them. Honestly you know their orders by heart but you won’t turn down the chance to hear Nagis sleepy morning voice. Nagis the more talkative one. Although the one day you were busy with other customers and your co worker took their order he was very quiet.

Over time the three of you become very close. They walk you too your car if you work a closing shift. They take turns taking their lunch breaks the same time as yours to hang out for a bit. When you’re closing up the store they finish up their own closing tasks to come help you with yours.

Eventually you find yourself looking forward to your morning coffee exchange. More than you did before. Suddenly you feel nervous as Kenmas golden eyes watches your movements and find yourself blushing at Nagis smooth voice and lazy smirk.

You find yourself wanting to see them more, wanting to see them off the clock. So, you finally gain the courage to ask for their numbers. They happily give them too you. That night you find yourself in a group chat with the two boys. Texting all night causing you to oversleep and get to work a little late.

But they forgive you as they wait outside the cafe for you to unlock the doors and start their orders. They laugh and joke, teasing you for being late. “Careful, make this a habit and you might get written up.” “We might have to start going to a different coffee shop.” Although they would never, no other barista is as pretty you.

One morning they ask to see you outside of work. Mentioning they were going to check out a new arcade that opened up and wondering if you wanted to accompany them. Of course you said yes. Who would pass up the opportunity to go on a not-so-official date with two cute nerds?

They pull up at your place, Nagi in the Drivers seat and Kenma in the back giving you the passenger side. You walk out in a cute little white pleated skirt that you probably should’ve worn shorts under but it’s fine! If any creep tries to get near you Kenma will stare them down while Nagi towers over them. It’s paired with a long sleeve baby pink sweater with white frilly socks and Maryjanes.

You never thought the way someone drives could be so hot, but watching Nagi lazily palm the steering wheel cause his hands just that big makes you wonder what else he could do with them. When some asshole pulls out infront of you causing him to hit the breaks rather abruptly he throws his hand infront of you, keeping you pinned to the seat. The both of them immediately ask if your okay.

But between the feeling of Nagis hand still pinning you by your stomach and the way Kenma almost growls out insults about the driver makes your breath hitch. Only able to give a meek nod in response. Thankfully the rest of the drive goes smoothly. When you arrive at the arcade Kenma opens your door for you, giving you his hand to use as leverage to exit the car.

The date (?) is amazing. Kenma keeps his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd. Nagi leans down by your lips to hear you when the music blares too loud. They both win you so many things that when your done you all walk out with arm fulls of cute stuffies just for you.

On the ride home you sit in the back with Kenma. The both of you surrounded by stuffies as well as some sitting in the passenger seat. The day was so fun and exciting that you’re absolutely exhausted by the end.

You let your head fall onto Kenmas shoulder, letting out a breathy laugh at something Nagi said. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer against him. As if that didn’t give you enough butterflies he then moves his hand to gently stroke your hair, making you squeal internally.

Nagi watches in the rear view mirror, that stupidly attractive lazy smirk gracing his lips. When you pull up to your apartment you let out a soft sigh, not being able to hide your disappointment. As if they’re both feeling the same way they offer to help you bring in all the prizes they won you, hoping to stay just a little longer. Who are you to turn them down?

They follow you up to your apartment. Suddenly feeling nervous as you unlock and open the door letting them walk in your space. Kenma lets out a soft huff as Nagi just shakes his head with a smile. “What? What’s so funny?” You almost pout, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Nothing. It’s just…very you.” “It’s very pink.” You look around the room, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. It’s true the that the living room and kitchen area alone is covered in baby pink decor. White accents thrown about making it look very soft and delicate.

Kenma notices your internal freak out and smiles softly. “It’s cute. Matches you.” You blush softly, squeezing through them to lead them to your bedroom to put away all the new stuffies. Nagi simply drops his armful on your bed, before plopping down on it himself.

Kenma huffs and throws his armful at Nagi. He simply swats his hand in the direction of Kenma trying to shoo him away. You take a seat on the edge of your bed and Kenma joins you. Nagi sits up, moving to sit behind you.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder. Your heart stutters at the action, suddenly feeling small compared to his broad form. “Mm, you’re warm..” Nagi lazily hums, pressing his nose against your jaw.

Kenmas hands twitch in his lap like he’s resisting the urge to reach out. Although he doesn’t have to wait long to touch you as Nagi drags him closer to your side. “Feel how warm she is? And she’s so soft..”

Kenma quickly looks up at you before making contact with your skin. “Is this okay?” He asks his voice barely audible. The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

You know if you try to speak your voice will betray you. So you simply nod in response. He lays his cheek on your other shoulder, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. His thumb gently rubs against your skin as Nagis arms tighten around your waist.

“This is nice..” You speak up after a moment. Letting your hands rest on top of Nagis arms as you lean your head on top of Kenmas head. “..I don’t want it to end” You whisper, although you can barely hear yourself over the sound of your quickly beating heart.

“It doesn’t have to.”

I’ll more then likely do a continuation or part 2 but for right now this is all I got!

Edit: Everyone can thank my boring ass job for this I busted this out at work

“hyomaaa—aah—right there!” you cried, eyes rolling back as chigiri pounded into you from behind with a back arching depth. “are you really getting off of this right now?” he asked in disbelief, with one hand tugging on your hair, pulling your head back, while the other kept your hands pinned to your back firmly.

while chigiri was gentle, pushing into you with a force that was just right — not brutal, not too slow — fucking you just the way you wanted, his words were the opposite. every single syllable came with a bite, every word sharp enough to cut. “you like being degraded like a slut?”

“hnnn—n—no—nnngh—“ whimpers left your lips as he buried himself to the hilt, hips stilling as he tugged on your hair, keeping your head tilted back. “then why’re you clenchin’ every time i call you a slut?” he asked, feeling the way your walls tightened around him again, squeezing him so tightly he couldn’t tell if your pussy was trying to keep him in there or push him out. “were you being a brat all day because you liked being degraded like this? yeah? you like pushing all my buttons and getting punished? well, sorry. brats don’t get anything.”

he watched you try to move on your own, grinding your ass against his pelvis to gain some friction for yourself while he stayed still — even while buried inside of you — ignoring your desperate pleads. apologies tumbled out of your mouth now, desperately babbling to get him to move. but you got nothing except the occasional chuckles as he watched you act all pathetic for him — mocking remarks, and the endless teasing from him.

“hyomaaa! please, hyoma—please please please—!” you were crying now, tears streaming down your face as your walls desperately clamped down on him. “that’s it, cry for me—exactly how a brat should be put in place.” he chuckled before leaning in beside your ear. “say you’re sorry. say it like you mean it this time.”

“‘m sorry, hyoma! won’t do it again—i’m sorry—aah—oh my god!” you didn’t get to finish apologising when his cock started dragging against your walls, feeling every inch grind into you as he thrusted deeper, tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. you felt the heat build up in your lower stomach, moans turning into breathy gasps for air as your vision turned hazy. “there you go.. see? all you had to do was listen.” he grunted, feeling your pussy spasm around his cock.

“‘m so close, hyoma—aah—gonna cum—“ you moaned, body jerking uncontrollably as you got closer, but when he stilled again, “hyoma please! don’t stop—wanna cum—! please please please—“

“god, you look good when you’re begging. maybe i’ll drag it out a little longer.”

guess he won’t let you off the hook that easily after all.