#smutshots

All my one-shots that don't belong to series will be linked here!

Calvin Kleins (kaiser x dom!reader)

The Sex Beam (ryusae)

Say My Name (raichi x dom!reader)

The Bush Drabbles: one two three four five

Bouncing On It (Karasu x Hiori x two readers: foursome)

Do you want it, Ryusei? (Dom reader x Shidou)

My Angel (Kunigami x Reader)

My Vampire (Shidou x Fem!Reader)

My Liebling (dom!Kaiser x reader)

Ride it (Fem Reo and Nagi)

You, me, and the monster (Bachira x reader fluff)

professor!remus x innocent!reader

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: y/n feels weird when she’s around remus so she decides to tell him about it to see if anything’s wrong with her

warnings: innocence kink, slight corruption kink, reader is of age, teacher x student, oral (f recieving), fingering, petnames (darling), everything is consensual

You took a deep breath, hand resting on the handle of the door as you prepared yourself to enter the room. Unsure as to why you were so nervous, you took a moment to compose yourself before pushing open the door. The smell of old books and chocolate hit your nose when you stepped into the room, making you smile slightly. Professor Lupin was sat at his desk, an open book in one hand and a glass of Firewhisky in the other. Just seeing him sat there made those feelings come back to you again, you pressed your thighs together as warmth filled your lower stomach. He looked up from his book when he heard you enter, knocking back the rest of his drink before shooting you a small grin, "Ah, Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Hello, Professor," you spoke shyly as you made your way towards his desk, setting yourself down on a seat next to it, "I was just wondering if you could help me with something," He nodded slowly, placing his book down on the dark oak in front of him and leaning back in his seat— his attention now fixed on you. You shuffled slightly in your seat as your cheeks flushed, biting on your lip when you thought about what you were going to say. "Well, g'won then darling, don't be shy,"

"I've been feeling things," you started, "When I'm around you," Lupin raised his eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He leant forward in his seat, his face inches from yours, "What type of things?" he asked, his eyes roaming over your body. The closeness made the feelings in your lower stomach increase, slick building up in your panties. "I get these, like, tingles? And I feel really warm all over," you replied meekly, the blush on your cheeks getting more intense. He chuckled, hand coming to rest on your cheek, "And where on your body do you feel these tingles? Can you show me, darling?"

Your slightly trembling hand came to rest on your lower stomach, just inches above your dripping heat, "H-here," you breathed out, sliding your hand down a but further to hover just over your pubic bone, "And here," The Professor removed his hand from your face, leaning back once again in his seat and looking at you with pure lust. "What do you do when you feel it?" he asked, the smirk still on his lips.

You looked at him with slight confusion, "I just wait until it goes away," you replied, the sight of him looking you up and down making the heat inside you grow even more intense, "Are you supposed to do something to help it?" He let out a low groan at your words, his trousers tightening when he realised just how pure and innocent you were— I mean, you hadn't even touched yourself before. It shocked him, honestly, how somebody at the age of 19 had never explored their body before; but he just came to the conclusion that you were extremely sheltered.

"Do you want me to show you how to get rid of them, darling?" He asked, getting out of his seat and crouching down to be eye-level with you. You let out a quite whimper, biting your lip and nodding your head slowly. Lupin moved his hand to hold your chin, tilting you head to look into his eyes, "I need words, dear,"

"Yes, Professor," your words were quiet, "Please show me," As soon as the words left your mouth, Lupin slammed his lips against yours. You kissed back immediately, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair as you both made out passionately. When his hands found their way slowly moving up your skirt, he pulled away from the kiss, "If at anytime you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?" he said softly, his thumbs drawing circles on your upper thighs.

You hummed at the touch, nodding your head, "It's okay," Lupin shot you a smirk before moving his fingers to now play with the waistband of your panties, rubbing the thin material between his index and thumb. You bit you lip and slightly leant into his touch, silently begging for more. The professor understood this and moved his fingers to pull your underwear down, helping you slide them off and discarding them somewhere on his office floor. Without needing Lupin to ask you, you opened your legs-- giving him a perfect view of your aching cunt.

"Such a pretty little pussy," Lupin mumbled as he placed gentle kisses up your thigh, the soft bristle of his facial hair against your skin adding to the slick in between your legs. When he made it up to your core, he looked up at you; silently asking for your consent to do anything. You shot him a soft smile and a nod, "Please, Professor," you muttered. After hearing your words, Lupin shot you a smirk before wrapping his lips around your clit-- earning himself a soft moan. You bucked your hips up into his mouth as he began to run his tongue over that delicate spot, an unfamiliar heat rising in your lower stomach.

He brought his hand up to your core, positioning two fingers at your entrance, "Gonna make you feel good," he muttered against your cunt, the small vibrations adding to the pleasure. Biting your lip, you nodded and gasped when you felt his fingers push inside you, the stretch slightly painful as you had never experienced anything like if before. As quick as the pain had come, it quickly faded into overwhelming pleasure as the tips of his fingers grazed over a specific bundle of nerves. Letting out a needy whine, you slowly started to grind your hips on his face-- the heat in your lower stomach bubbling, "Professor- gods, tummy feels weird-" you babbled, bringing one of your hands to rest over your stomach. 

Lupin sped up his pace, adding another finger to your tight cunt, "C'mon, darling, cum for me," he hummed, taking your sensitive clit in between his lips and sucking gently. As soon as the words left his mouth, the chain in your lower stomach snapped and wave of pleasure splashed over you-- your vision flashing white for a second as your limbs started to shake. "Oh Merlin, so good Professor," you mumbled, hands tangled in his brunette locks as you came down from your high. He pulled away from you, looking up at you with a small grin and your juices covering his chin and around his mouth.

"Call me Remus, love," he spoke, standing up and leaning in to kiss you. You kissed back, smiling into his mouth when he fixed your skirt back in place. When you pulled away from the kiss, he handed you your panties, "Next time you feel those tingles, tell me darling, okay?"

NSFW WARNING

I would like nothing more than to be sitting on my own couch right now, watching something festive, except I promised my friend I’d join her at this lame Christmas party. I usually like parties, but I don’t recognize anybody here. So, instead of mingling, I’ve decided to sit on this cramped couch and get wasted on cheap beer. That is, of course, until I saw him.

Maybe it’s the beer and maybe it's the Christmas spirit, but before I know it we’re both stumbling into the cramped half-bathroom, his hands on me as soon as I get the door. One grips my shirt and one my waist, pulling me into a sloppy kiss. His hands soon snakes up my shirt, stroking my chest and toying with my hard nipples. 

I moan into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, lifting my shirt above my head. I do the same to him, and once again his mouth is on me, this time my neck. He peppers kisses from my jawline down to my collarbones and I hum into his hair, hands roaming his chest.

I pull away and get onto my knees, dragging down his pants, hard-on visible through his jeans. I kiss along his inner thighs and pull down his underwear. Gripping the base of his dick, I lick the tip painfully slow. He groans and grinds into my hand as I stroke his length. I swirl my tongue around the tip and start bobbing on his cock, his hands gripping my hair, pushing my head down onto him. 

I sink in my cheeks and take his whole length, dick hitting the back of my throat. He pants and lightly tugs on my hair, eliciting a sharp moan from me. He fucks my face, thrusting into my mouth, saliva dripping down my face and onto my chest. His grip tightens on my hair and lets out a long and drawn out moan, pulling my head off of his cock and coming all over my face. 

His hand moves from my hair to my mouth and I suck on his fingers. With his other hand he pulls down my pants and spreads my cheeks, soon feeling his cold, wet fingers on my hole. He circles around it until he inserts one digit, and soon two. He pumps in and out and grips my ass tightly with his free hand. I whimper under him, pushing myself onto his fingers, craving friction, until he pulls out. I whine at the empty feeling until he flips me onto the counter and roughly pushes himself into me.

He pounds into my ass, cursing and moaning my name. I do the same only louder, not caring if the others at the party hear. He grabs my hair and pulls at it, making me shout his name. He grasps my hips, pulling me up and down onto him as I push back onto his dick. The sounds of skin slapping and moaning fills the room, drowning out the sounds of Christmas music.

His moaning gets louder and his movements sloppier. He reaches for my dick, giving it quick, short strokes. I melt into his touch as I feel myself reaching closer and closer to my climax. He thrusts one last time, burying his cock deep inside of me, and comes a second time. He continues pumping my dick until I come as well, shooting my load all over my chest. 

I would like nothing more than to be sitting on my own couch right now, watching something festive, except I promised my friend I’d join her at this lame Christmas party. I usually like parties, but I don’t recognize anybody here. So, instead of mingling, I’ve decided to sit on this cramped couch and get wasted on cheap beer. That is, of course, until I saw him.

Maybe it’s the beer and maybe it's the Christmas spirit, but before I know it we’re both stumbling into the cramped half-bathroom, his hands on me as soon as I get the door. One grips my shirt and one my waist, pulling me into a sloppy kiss. His hands soon snakes up my shirt, stroking my chest and toying with my hard nipples. 

I moan into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, lifting my shirt above my head. I do the same to him, and once again his mouth is on me, this time my neck. He peppers kisses from my jawline down to my collarbones and I hum into his hair, hands roaming his chest.

I pull away and get onto my knees, dragging down his pants, hard-on visible through his jeans. I kiss along his inner thighs and pull down his underwear. Gripping the base of his dick, I lick the tip painfully slow. He groans and grinds into my hand as I stroke his length. I swirl my tongue around the tip and start bobbing on his cock, his hands gripping my hair, pushing my head down onto him. 

I sink in my cheeks and take his whole length, dick hitting the back of my throat. He pants and lightly tugs on my hair, eliciting a sharp moan from me. He fucks my face, thrusting into my mouth, saliva dripping down my face and onto my chest. His grip tightens on my hair and lets out a long and drawn out moan, pulling my head off of his cock and coming all over my face. 

His hand moves from my hair to my mouth and I suck on his fingers. With his other hand he pulls down my pants and spreads my cheeks, soon feeling his cold, wet fingers on my hole. He circles around it until he inserts one digit, and soon two. He pumps in and out and grips my ass tightly with his free hand. I whimper under him, pushing myself onto his fingers, craving friction, until he pulls out. I whine at the empty feeling until he flips me onto the counter and roughly pushes himself into me.

He pounds into my ass, cursing and moaning my name. I do the same only louder, not caring if the others at the party hear. He grabs my hair and pulls at it, making me shout his name. He grasps my hips, pulling me up and down onto him as I push back onto his dick. The sounds of skin slapping and moaning fills the room, drowning out the sounds of Christmas music.

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Reader (ft. Choi Yeonjun & Choi Soobin) College AU; Enemies-to-Lovers Genre: Angst; Fluff; Smut Words: 2397 Warnings: sexual content (dom!beomgyu, sub!reader, marking, vaginal penetration); strong language

Choi Beomgyu was not my friend. Even calling him an acquaintance would’ve been a stretch… No, Choi Beomgyu absolutely despised me. Which was a problem for two reasons: 1) his oldest brother was practically my soulmate, my other half, my best friend and 2) I'd had a massive crush on the little brat since we were kids.

I didn’t always know that I was in love with my best friend’s youngest brother. When we were young, I just liked to annoy him. And, that was easy. He was so easy to rile up, especially compared to Soobin—who was pretty chill and patient with everything—but Beomgyu would whine and that made it all the more fun to tease him.

When we got to high school, I had slowly stopped picking on Beomgyu. He started reacting with more hostility and became more withdrawn, which was the last thing I wanted. When the maknae stopped hanging around me—and by extension his brothers, I started to feel guilty and even missed him.

But why would I miss him so much? He was just Yeonjun’s kid brother.

Because I liked him.

I liked seeing him. I liked him following Yeonjun, Soobin, and me everywhere we went. I liked him begging to hang out with us. I liked him whining and pouting when I struck a nerve. I liked his attention. And I liked giving him attention.

But he was Yeonjun’s brother. I couldn’t like him. I shouldn’t. But I did.

See, slowly but surely, I started to realize that my feelings for Beomgyu were not the same as my feelings for Yeonjun or Soobin. And, once I realized that, it became hard to be around him when I knew he had grown to hate me while I had grown to love him.

And Yeonjun wasn’t stupid. He knew. Of course, he knew. Maybe not at first, but he figured it out… 

“So when are you going to finally confess to my brother?” He asked once, junior year of uni, while we were in the library revising for a test.

Soobin’s head shot up from his own textbook, eyes wide, “Y/N-noona, listen, you know I love you but like, I don’t love you. Like, I like you. As a friend, but I don’t–”

“Not you, pabo.” Yeonjun rolled his eyes. I just silently dropped my head onto my notebook, beginning to bang my forehead on it repeatedly. Maybe if I did that enough times, I’d simply pass away. “Yah! Stop that.” Yeonjun lifted my face and flicked the sore spot on my forehead, making me wince.

“Wait…” Soobin’s eyebrows crinkled, lips pursed, “You like Gyu?”

“She doesn’t like him.” Yeonjun shrugged, “She’s in love with him.”

I stared passively at my best friend, his younger brother panicking next to us. “How did you figure it out?” I asked unbothered.

Yeonjun rolled his eyes again, going back to studying, “You aren’t as inconspicuous as you think you are. I’ve known for a couple years now.”

“Well, how come I never figured it out then!” Soobin shouted, earning a hush from the librarian.

“You aren’t her other half.” “He’s my soulmate.” We spoke at the same time.

And from there, the two only pestered me more. At least weekly, one of the older brothers would ask me when I was planning to confess, and I always answered noncommittally. So they took it upon themselves to start convincing Beomgyu to hang out with us again, much to his annoyance.

He would’ve been fine, happy even, to hang out with his brothers more… If I wasn’t around.

And on this day, the two were feeling particularly sadistic, having arranged for us to study and then subsequently bailing.

“Where are Jun and Bin hyungs?” Beomgyu eyed me suspiciously as I approached the table alone.

I shrugged, trying to quell the rising panic. I knew what those two were trying to accomplish. I never planned when to confess so they did it for me. The bastards. “Binnie texted me that Junnie and him had some errands to run first, and they’d bring us food as an apology in a little while.”

“Whatever.” He grumbled, eyes hardening at the very idea of having to be alone around me. He finally focused back on his work, a small pout forming as I sat across from him.

God I hated when he did that. It always made me want to kiss his stupid, pouty lips even more.

So this time, I did. If Yeonjun and Soobin were going to go to all this trouble to line up my shot for me, I sure as hell wasn’t going to miss it.

I leaned across the library table, cupping his cheeks, and kissed him. Those lips were as soft as I imagined they’d be, and for just one second, it was heaven.

Beomgyu ripped away from me, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His voice held venom, and his eyes were wild. He looked absolutely appalled; I could feel my heart shatter.

But he couldn’t know that. As far as he knew, I was the sexy, sometimes a little bitchy, older best friend to his brother. So I settled back into my own seat with a smirk and shrugged. “Kissing you.” I grabbed my bag to stand. “But since that seems to be a problem, I’ll just go hang out with your brother.”

There was only a flicker of hesitation in his eyes; I could see it. He stood, grabbing me by the waist roughly as I passed him, and growled, “Fuck Yeonjun. You’re mine.”

“Wha–” Before I could finish a word, the breath was knocked out of me. Beomgyu’s grip on my waist was tight, his body pressed against mine, as he held me against the library stacks—out of view of the librarian, of course.

“Shut up.” His voice was deeper than I remembered it ever being, rougher. As was his touch. The contrast to the warmth from his breath on my neck and gentleness of his nose tracing up my jawline made me shudder. “You like me.”

“N– No, I don’t.” I was such a coward, but it technically wasn’t a lie.

Beomgyu pulled back, his grip faltering ever so slightly. But then, his eyes darted across my face, and he smirked deviously. “Don’t lie to me, Noona.”

I couldn’t hold eye contact anymore. “I don’t like you, Gyu…” My voice cracked and dropped to a whisper, but he leaned in closer. His eyes narrowed as he listened. “I’m in love with you…”

He sucked a harsh breath in and backed away. “You–” Beomgyu’s eyes were wild again, and he grabbed his bag with haste. He snatched my hand and stormed out of the library. “Come on.”

I didn’t know how it happened, especially so quickly, but before I knew it, Beomgyu had me back at his apartment and pinned to his bed in nothing but our underwear.

“Say it again.” He gritted out, his forehead pressed against mine while his body straddled my own. I was disoriented. He hadn’t spoken to me the whole rush here, and I was a bit over-giddy with the turn of events. My brain hadn’t really been keeping up with my heart since I kissed him initially.

“Say what again?” I finally managed to breathe.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Gyu,” I whispered. He inched closer, his lips brushing over mine before he ducked down to nip at my ear.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

My breath hitched, and he bit down harder on my earlobe. “I’m yours.”

“Fucking finally.”

The second his lips connected with the side of my neck, my brain short-circuited. Was this really happening? Did he want me back? Did he want me to be his? His. His. His.

He bit down, and I could barely contain the moan that I let out. He pulled away at the muffled sound, a dangerous gleam in his dark eyes.

“Uh uh. I wanna hear you. I want the neighbors to hear you. I want everybody in this building to know that you belong to me now.”

I didn’t know this Beomgyu, but god, I was more than happy to become acquainted. Just the smirk on his normally pouty lips had me gasping, and the trail of his nails scraping down my sides and digging into my thighs certainly helped.

Beomgyu’s mouth met my neck again, teeth grazing and nipping, bringing a low whine from me. He kept kissing down to my collarbone, sucking his mark there, while his hands danced closer to where I needed him. “What do you want?”

“You,” I whimpered, feeling his fingers graze the apex of my thighs.

“I know that, jagiya,” Beomgyu chuckled. He pulled away to peer down at me, amusement danced in his eyes. He looked at me with happiness, something I hadn’t seen in years—no, this had something more. He looked at me with love. “But where do you want me?”

I brought my arms around his neck, pulling him to lay down beside me, our legs instinctively tangling together. “I want you everywhere, Gyu. I want whatever you’ll give me. I just want you.”

His smile brightened, but his eyes darkened. Beomgyu leaned in to kiss me properly while his hands pushed my underwear down my legs. We laid in each other’s arms, making out while he removed my bra and his own underwear. It was no longer so feverish; the want and desire were still prevalent, but it had taken on a different kind of heat.

I pulled away just enough to meet his eyes. “Are you sure you want me?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Beomgyu leaned in to kiss me once more, but I stopped him, mumbling, “Then take me.”

I felt that devilish smirk form once again against my lips, and his grip tightened ever so slightly on my hips, slicking the head of himself over my slit as he lined himself up with my opening. 

“Oh, jagiya,” he moaned, “We’ve barely done anything, and you’re dripping for me. Really want me to just take you, huh?”

“Yes, Gyu, please ju–” I was begging, but cut off as I felt him thrust all the way in one swift motion. The sentence died in my throat with a loud grunt, not of pain but pure pleasure.

My eyes rolled back, feeling Beomgyu dragging against my tight walls nonstop. We had never done this before—only in my imagination—and yet, he knew just the right way to move, just the right moments to speed up and slow down, just the right time to pull all the way out only to slam back inside, just the right way to roll and grind his pelvic bone against my clit to have me a whining, babbling mess.

I could feel myself edging closer, toeing the cliff that I desperately wanted to fling myself over. And somehow, Beomgyu was able to tell.

“Don’t you dare cum without me, jagiya,” he growled, pushing me further towards ecstasy. “I want to cum together.”

I was dizzy and sore and lightheaded in all the right ways. I could barely speak, barely think. I could only focus on how badly I wanted to hold it together, to be good for him, to cum with him.

Beomgyu let out his own, absolutely sinful, moan as he peered at how blissed out I was. His hair was obviously damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead, and yet, he’d never looked more beautiful. One hand clamped tightly on my hip, keeping the heavenly tempo as he ground deeply into me, the other cupping my neck, Beomgyu seared me with another kiss and growled into my mouth. “Cum.”

I couldn’t disobey.

Falling over the cliff felt like flying. Falling over it with him felt like heaven.

When I managed to come back to my own body, Beomgyu had already returned from the bathroom with a washcloth, gently cleaning both of us up. He smiled softly, his eyes full of adoration, when he climbed back into bed with me. We rested like that for a while, just curled up around one another, before he broke the peace.

“So how long have you been in love with me?” Beomgyu beamed smugly.

I snuggled into his chest, embarrassment burning through me knowing that he was going to hold this over me forever. Call it karma for my years of tormenting him. “A long time… High school maybe, but I think I’ve liked you even longer.”

He giggled, something I hadn’t heard in years. “I’ve been in love with you a long time too, y’know. I remember having the biggest crush on you whenever you would come play with us when we were little. But you always teased me and gave Jun-hyung all this adoration, and then when we got a little older I remember telling a friend that I still kind of liked you. They told me I could never ask you out though; it was against ‘bro code’ since you were hyungs’ friend. I wasn’t going to listen, but it kind of got in my head. I thought maybe you liked Yeonjun-hyung or even Soobin-hyung since you were always so sweet with them. And then… I don’t know, even the teasing stopped, and I figured you were bored of me or just put up with me for my brothers.”

His voice saddened as he spoke, and I peaked up to see the far-off look. “Never, Gyu. It’s always been you… You were so cute when you whined and pouted, but then I felt like you started to hate me so I backed off. I’m sorry we wasted so much time.”

Beomgyu smiled gently, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “It’s okay, Noona. You’re mine now. That’s what matters.”

I settled on his chest again, closing my eyes to rest and enjoy the feeling of him tenderly caressing my back, but was interrupted by the sound of a door closing.

“So do you think she told him? Do you think it went well?” Soobin’s voice sounded from the common area.

Pretty In Pink by @theheavycrown

Jughead has a craving. Betty is all too willing to deliver.

-- I've said on multiple occasions that I love Sarah (because she is amazing) and let me tell you, she. is. talented. This oneshot is one of favorites (if not my favorite) smutshot.

Wicked Thing by @bugggghead, @kmlefev

Betty Cooper has had the hots for her sexy, older boss since her first day on the job six months ago. Unfortunately though, Jughead Jones seemed like the “all work and no play” type. Especially when it came to dirty one night stands with his employees. Or so she thought. She decided she would tease him, to see if maybe he felt the ridiculous tension that snapped between them when they were in the same room together, too. A dropped pencil that she would bend over to retrieve, making sure his eyes were on her while she did so. Unbuttoning a couple extra buttons of her blouse and leaning over his desk in the perfect position. When none of it seemed to penetrate his cool exterior, she kicked it up a notch and her efforts sparked a quick rendezvous in his office before they were interrupted by his secretary, leaving them both dissatisfied. When he didn't mention anything about it, and seemed to avoid her for the rest of the week, she figured what had happened in his office would be all that happened between them. She didn't expect him to show up at her apartment that Friday night. And she really didn't expect to be on her knees, calling him Daddy shortly after.

-- This one is hot hot hot. This is definitely one of my top 2 smutshots. I saw the teaser for it and I could not wait for it to upload.

Bad Boy by @thenurseholliday

-- I loved both installments of this series, but this one was my favorite of the two!

Yes (Daddy) by juggiejonessss

The party that Betty attended wasn't the only thing that was wild that night.

An alternate universe in which Archie Andrews and Veronica Lodge throw a party to welcome Jughead Jones to town, and indeed was given a warm welcome by none other than the resident good girl, Betty Cooper.

-- I loved this one.

Give You Mine by @lilibug--xx

What he wanted wasn’t a quick finish, he wanted her to fall to pieces; not with a whimper but a bang. The kind that left her boneless, breathless, and weightless.

Yes or no?

Gifs would be included and requests would be allowed.

Let me know if I should

Tagging people I think would be interested,