#overstimulated

you woke up as he kissed you, soft at first, almost sweet. but his hand was already sliding down your body, his rough fingers slipping between your thighs before you were fully awake. you made a sleepy sound, trying to cuddle into him, and that's when you felt it, the cold press of silicone against your clit.

"rafe?" your voice came out confused.

"shhh baby," he murmured against your neck, clicking the vibrator on low. "just let me."

you moaned before you could help it, your body responding to the sudden pleasure. he pushed inside you slow, filling you up while the toy buzzed against your sensitive and swollen clit. it felt good, too good, and you were already clenching around him. "fuck, rafe, that's—"

"i know, honey." he cut you off with a kiss, starting to move inside you. "that's the point." the pleasure built fast. too fast. your hands gripped his shoulders as your back arched, and you came with a broken cry, your walls fluttering around his cock. but he didn't stop. he kept fucking you, kept the vibrator pressed right where you needed it least.

"wait, wait—" you gasped, trying to push his hand away. "it's too much, rafey."

"no it's not." he pinned your wrist above your head, his pace never slowing. "you can take it."

your second orgasm crashed built inside you before the first had fully faded. tears slipped down your cheeks as you shook beneath him, a loud moan came out of you. he watched you fall apart, his eyes dark and hungry, and he didn't let up. "r-rafe, seriously please, i can't—"

"you're gonna." he pressed harder with the vibrator, fucking you deeper. "you're gonna keep coming for me until i say stop."

your pussy was soaked, making wet squelching sounds with every thrust. you were already overwhelmed, oversensitive, and he was right, he made you come again, a third time, your body jerking through it as a sob broke from your lips.

"good girl." but he didn't even slow down. his hips kept slapping against yours, the vibrator never leaving your clit. you were shaking so hard you could barely breathe, every nerve inside of you on fire.

"please, rafe, please stop, i can't, i can't do another one" you begged, your voice cracking. tears were streaming down your face now, and you tried to move away, but his weight pinned you down. "yes, yes you can, baby." his voice was low, almost gentle, but his eyes were cold. "you're doing so good for me. just one more. give me one more."

"no, no, please" you sobbed, but your body betrayed you. the fourth orgasm ripped through you again, violent and uncontrollable. you screamed into his shoulder, your nails digging into his back as you shook around his cock. "that's it." he groaned, fucking you through it. "that's my girl."

you were a total mess. soaked, shaking, crying. every muscle in your body was tense, and the vibrator felt like fire against your clit. but he still didn't stop. he turned the toy up a notch. "rafe, no! i swear i can't—" you barely choked out, trying to clamp your thighs shut. he forced them open with his knees.

"you can and you will." he thrust harder, faster. "you're gonna come on my cock until i'm satisfied." the fifth one came without any warning, a sharp and painful surge of pleasure that made your vision go white. you couldn't even scream anymore, just a broken whimper as your body tensed up, pussy clenching so tight it almost hurt him. rafe groaned, pace finally faltering.

"fuckkk, there you go." he pressed down on the vibrator, grinding it against you as he came inside you, hot and thick. you felt every pulse of his release, your oversensitive cunt milking him dry.

when he finally pulled out and turned off the toy, you were limp, gasping, tears still wet on your cheeks. he kissed your forehead, soft and possessive. he smiled down at you, a perfect mess, all wrecked just for him. "see, baby? you can take it."

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18+ mdni !!

dim light filtering through your half drawn blinds cast shadows across the bed, and honestly? You weren't even pretending to care about anything else when Higuruma stumbled through the door. He looked fucking wrecked…tie hanging loose, shirt unbuttoned at the collar like he'd been suffocating in that courtroom all day.

His hair was a disaster, sticking up in every direction, and those eyes that usually cut right through people were bloodshot and exhausted. Another case lost. Another day of fighting a system that didn't give a shit.

But then he looked at you, sprawled out on the bed wearing nothing but his old button up, and something in him just... broke open.

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice all gravel and exhaustion. He kicked his shoes off without even bothering to untie them, crossed the room in like three seconds flat, and collapsed onto the mattress hard enough that you bounced.

His hands found your thighs immediately…they’re rough and slightly calloused, his fingers digging in just enough to pull a gasp out of you. Higuruma wasn't the type for sweet words or slow build up type of stuff… he was all action, all that pent up frustration bleeding out through his touch. And god, he looked good like this…all tired and disheveled and coming apart at the seams.

who would expect this from you? quiet shy girl, not letting your boyfriend cum? having your boyfriend tied up? if anything, who would expect this from choso? quiet, has that “look at me and i’ll kill you” look to him, being a moaning mess under his girlfriend? how ironic.

his head thrown back, not letting you see how pathetic he looked right now. he was a moaning MESS. while you were giggling, he was begging for any type of release. you loved teasing him. he was trying to stay quiet but couldn’t.

“baby! imgonnacum! please! don’t stop- aghh!”

you were stroking him. you had him laying down, arms tied to headboard, he couldn’t even look at ya. whenever he was going to cum, you didn’t let him. who knew such a “nonchalant” cool guy like choso, is a whimpering guy who loves to be submissive to you?

“aghh!- oh my.. right there!” gosh and you were so mean to snatch your hand right back.

“not yet my love.. not yettt..”

he whined at the loss. squirming around on the bed searching for any type of release.

“please! oh my gosh please!”

your soft hands gliding up and down on his cock again, your acrylic nails that he paid for scratching him a bit.

“your gonna be a good boy for me, hmm?” you tease

“yes! yes! the best, i promise!” he manages to say, you pulling a whimper out of him. he can’t handle it- cums anyway.

“you said you’d be good huh? is this good to you?” you said, kinda pissed

you pull on his hair to look at you. not harshly but hard enough he moans.

“aghh! wa- wait mommy please! oh fuck me fuck me please mommy oh.. ah! i- i couldn’t..mmh!.. couldn’t handle it.” he groans

“you wanna be a good boy don’t ya? that’s not the way..”

you start gliding your hand up and down again, teasing his tip. he’s a whimpering mess all over again. once he’s close, which you can tell, you put two fingers over his tip. not allowing him. sure, he could break out the cuffs and easily rip your hand off, but he knew you wanted the pleasure of him being submissive. so he did just that.

like the good boy he is.

creds 2 @ ispeaknotkneel

where I say I can't take anymore but she keeps going and

says "Just one more. You can do it, my good girl".

pairings : boyfriend!jake x fem!reader

warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit content, pussy eating, extreme overstimulation, hyper-sensitivity, multiple orgasms, squirting, gushing, munch jake, possessive dirty talk, praise, pinning/restraint, physical containment, begging, crying from pleasure, no penetration/oral only, face smothering, light dubcon, ignoring safewords/pleas.

wc : 1,7k

thx for the request anon it was fun writing hehe!! enjoy

the bedroom was dark and warm, the only light coming from the small lamp on the nightstand. you were spread out on your back, thighs trembling violently around jake’s head as he devoured you like a man who had been starving for weeks.

his strong arms were locked around your thighs, holding you wide open for him, his face completely buried between your legs. he had been down there for almost an hour now, and there was absolutely no sign of him slowing down.

if anything, the more you shook, the hungrier he got.

“jake—fuck—please, i can’t take anymore,” you sobbed, fingers tangled desperately in his messy hair, trying weakly to pull him away.

your pussy was swollen, puffy, and hypersensitive after four intense orgasms. every single nerve ending felt like it was on fire, raw and ringing with a wild, buzzing heat. tears streamed down your cheeks, your body shaking uncontrollably against the mattress.

but jake just moaned loudly against your clit, the vibration sending another massive shockwave through your overstimulated body. he was completely lost in it, entirely tuned out to anything that wasn’t the wet, sweet taste of you.

his eyes were closed, his face shiny and dripping with your juices, his tongue working you with messy, hungry strokes that left you completely breathless. he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly while two thick fingers curled deep inside you, stretching you out and pumping without a shred of mercy.

“just a little more, baby,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and wrecked, barely pulling back enough to speak, his lips slick and glistening. “you taste so fucking good. i can’t stop. please let me keep going. i need it. i fucking need it, yeah?”

his tongue dove back in immediately, licking broad, heavy stripes from your entrance all the way up to your clit before sucking hard again.

the wet, obscene sounds of him eating you out filled the entire bedroom, echoing off the quiet walls. he was addicted. completely, shamelessly addicted to your pussy. the way you tasted, how you clenched around his tongue, your cries for him.

he didn’t want to stop. he couldn’t stop.

it was like a fever in his blood, a desperation that only grew sharper with every single wet noise he pulled out of you.

“jake—oh my god—i’m gonna cum again—” you wailed, hips jerking uncontrollably, your hands gripping his hair tight enough to pull, but he only pressed his face deeper, loving the pain if it meant he was closer to your heat.

he groaned happily, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated right through your clit. his fingers pumped faster, curling against that perfect, sensitive spot inside you while his tongue flicked relentlessly.

your fifth orgasm crashed through you hard, blindingly intense, your walls spasming violently as you squirted all over his face and tongue. jake moaned like it was the absolute best thing he’d ever tasted in his life, drinking every single drop he could, licking you clean with heavy, desperate laps without pulling away for even a second.

you were a complete mess—hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, thighs quivering uncontrollably, voice broken from screaming his name into the empty air.

your body was oversensitive to the point of pain now, every single touch feeling like an electric shock straight to your nerves. you were completely spent, hollowed out by pleasure, but jake was still right there, his breath hot and ragged against your soaked skin.

“too much—baby please—i can’t—i’m too sensitive—” you begged, tears pouring down your face.

you tried to close your legs, your muscles weak and twitching, but his strong arms kept them pinned wide open, locking your knees back against the mattress so you had no choice but to take him.

he finally looked up at you, his eyes dark and completely hazy with lust, his lips swollen and glistening with your wetness.

he looked entirely unhinged, completely consumed by you. “you can take it,” he whispered, his voice rough and scraping against his throat. “you’re doing so well for me, princess. just one more. please. i need to taste you cumming again. you’re so fucking addictive. i can’t get enough of you. look at what you do to me.”

before you could even formulate a protest, he dove right back in. his tongue was slightly gentler this time, slow and soothing, but no less determined, no less starved.

he licked long, dragging stripes through your folds, savoring every leftover drop of your release, then focused on your swollen, throbbing clit with soft, lazy circles that made your whole lower half twitch. his fingers stayed buried deep inside you, stroking slowly, keeping you wound up tight, right on the agonizing edge of another peak.

you were crying openly now, your body twitching with every single lap of his tongue. “jake—baby—please—i love you but i can’t—it’s too much—i’m gonna lose my mind—”

“shhh, i know, i know,” he murmured lovingly against your pussy, pressing soft, wet kisses to your aching clit, his hot breath making you shiver from head to toe. “but you’re so pretty when you cum for me. just let me have this. let me make you feel good. give it to me, baby.”

he sucked your clit gently into his mouth again, humming happily, a dark, primal sound of pure satisfaction as he worked you toward another orgasm.

your sixth one hit you like a slow, devastating wave, weaker than the others in volume but so much deeper, making your whole body convulse as you sobbed his name into the dark room.

jake kept licking you right through the entire spasm, drawing the pleasure out, swallowing everything you gave him until you were nothing but a shaking, whimpering puddle beneath him.

only then did he finally crawl up your body, his chest heavy and hot against yours. he kissed you deeply, a messy, bruising kiss so you could taste yourself all over his tongue, marking you with your own sweetness.

his hard cock pressed firmly against your thigh, twitching with need, but he made no move to fuck you.

he didn't even care about his own release right now, he was completely drunk on what he’d just done to you. he just held you close, his strong arms wrapping around your trembling waist, stroking your messy hair and kissing your tear-streaked cheeks with an intensity that made you dizzy.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice full of absolute awe, his chest heaving against yours. “i could eat this pretty pussy forever. i’m so fucking addicted to you. i don't think i'm ever gonna let you put clothes on again.”

you let out a weak, breathless laugh, clinging to his broad shoulders because your arms felt like lead. “you’re actually insane, jake sim.”

he grinned against your neck, a sharp, delighted little smile, and you could feel the dangerous spark in him hadn't faded at all.

his hands shifted, tracing down the curve of your waist, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hips before his grip tightened again. "only for you, baby. only for you."

and just like that, before you could even realize what he was doing, his weight shifted. his hands slid right back down to the inside of your thighs, parting your trembling legs back out to the sides.

you let out a whimper of protest, your hands weakly pushing at his shoulders, but he was entirely immovable. his head disappeared right back between your thighs, his hot breath instantly hitting your raw, soaking wet skin.

"wait, please—" you gasped, your hips automatically trying to lift away from him, but his grip on your thighs was like iron.

he didn't even answer with words this time. he just let out a low, needy growl, burying his nose right back into your center.

his tongue licked a thick, wet path right over your hyper-stimulated clit, and your whole body locked up, a high-pitched cry ripping from your throat as the sheer overstimulation sent a jolt straight up your spine.

he was completely relentless.

he used his thumbs to part your swollen lips, exposing you fully to the cool air of the room for just a second before his warm, wet mouth closed around you again. he started sucking you with a rhythmic, heavy pull, his tongue flicking back and forth across the ultra-sensitive nub until you were thrashing against the sheets, your fingers digging into the mattress, tearing at the fabric because you had nowhere else to put the overwhelming sensation.

"please, jake, i'm too open, it hurts—it feels too good, please—" you screamed, your head tossing from side to side.

but jake was completely deaf to your pleas, entirely single-minded. he was high on the scent of you, drunk on the taste that seemed to cover his entire face.

he slid two fingers back inside your slick entrance, and you immediately clamped down around them, your walls tight and trembling from the exhaustion of so many orgasms. he groaned against your skin, the vibration almost too much to bear, and began to pump his fingers in a cruel, demanding pace, matching the frantic rhythm of his tongue.

he wanted to break you.

he wanted to see how many times he could make you shatter, wanted to fill his mouth with you until he couldn't breathe. his strokes grew messier, heavier, his jaw working hard as he devoured you, entirely shameless about how desperately he needed to feel you ruin yourself for him again.

your hips started to roll on their own, completely helpless against the onslaught. the heat was building again, impossible and terrifying, curling tight in your lower belly.

you couldn't handle another one, your body was too raw, too sensitive, but jake was dragging you right over the edge anyway, pulling you kicking and screaming into another peak.

"jake, jake, jake—" you chanted, your voice completely wrecked, sobbing as your hips gave a violent, involuntary jerk.

he knew exactly what that meant.

he increased the pressure, his tongue pressing hard against your clit, his fingers driving deep and fast, holding you perfectly still so you couldn't escape the pleasure.

and when your seventh orgasm tore through your exhausted body, it was a total collapse. you squirted and gushed violently against his mouth, your muscles contracting so hard it was almost a cramp, a broken wail leaving your lips as you completely lost control.

jake took every bit of it, swallowing hard, his eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy as he held you wide open, consuming your release like it was life-giving, completely unbothered by how much of a messy, beautiful disaster you both were.

@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.

clark kent x chubby!fem!reader

18+ mdni

original asks <3 | ao3

summary: you are trying to study, but clark can’t teach when you’re so pretty, and you can’t focus when he’s so pretty, so it ends up being an unproductive tutoring session…

word count: 2.1k

contains: smut & fluff. clark’s math brain + you = sex… LOL. slightly dumbified reader, clark’s got a bit of a mouth on him. *riding/piv, lots of praise, a bit more bunny kink than usual. *no use of y/n

a/n: a quick & freaky one... breaking from my sweetheart country clark for a minute bc of the feminine moon tides… yeeesssss….. mwahahhahahahahha… hope u like, my requesters !

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Clark could not keep his eyes off of you, and the worst part was that you didn’t even seem to care.