Writer After Dark

mark needed a new bed anyways, with how it rocked against his bedroom walls and creaked every time you pushed forward against his body. his hands gripped the bedsheets, eyes watery and the way you kept making his body more overwhelmed with the movement of your hips. if anything, marks amazed that he’s still conscious enough to look at your face.

“wait, please no. please, fuck..” mark mumbled as he tried to pull away, but the weight of your body forced him to stay in place. “no what? weren’t you the one who was trying to get into my pants? now you’re backing out?” you scoffed and looked down at mark, analyzing his face. you knew you were pushing him to the edge, all you wanted was to see how much more stimulating your alien boyfriend could take. he had more then enough cum to fill you to the brim with his babies, so why waste it. mark gave up trying to push his cock deeper inside of you long ago, growing more weak as you continued riding and edging him. the soft whimpers and whines that fell from his lips were heavenly, like music in the background.

the amount of cum you dragged out of mark could populate an entire country. there was so much pouring out of you, spilling on to the sheets you’d might as well replace entirely tomorrow. he ruined other men for you, the way mark listened without needing to repeat yourself, or how he’d claim he couldn’t go for another round then releases ten times more cum then the last round. the best part of seeing him beneath you was the way he slowly lost himself inside of you, how his eyes would grow more and more big throughout the session. you had to gently hit his chest, checking to see if he was even alive. “hey, hey you still breathing grayson?” smacking his cheek gently, he turned back over to face you, a goofy smile on his face. “hi, hi?” mark was breathing heavily as he tried to lift his head up, “i love you.” was all that came out of his lips as he rested his head back down, failing to lift it up enough to give you a small kiss. you smile and leaned down to place a gently kiss on his lips, before bouncing once more, moans leaving his mouth.

“almost there, i can’t do it. i can’t do it anymore.” you roll your eyes, marks pleading wasn’t going to make you stop milking every last drop. “yes you can and you will, now be a good boy for me, okay? can you do that for me?” you gently lifted up his chin, forcing mark to look into your eyes as he nodded. his hands weakly made their way to your hips, looking for something, anything to keep his grip on. you brushed a few stray hairs out of his face, the sweat leaking down his forehead made his hair stick to his face. marks back hurt, he couldn’t even feel his lower body besides his cock that pulsed deep inside you. he felt the twitch inside your warmth, how he desperately wanted to keep stuffing you full, but felt like he couldn’t or he’d die.

you laid down next to mark, he was so out of it he could only giggle and breath heavily. he would buck his hips at the slightest wind that blew through his window. mark would shiver at every touch you’d leave on his body, the hickies stained his neck and chest. the purple and yellow markings plastered all over him made it clear to others, he’s spoken for.

…

“do i really act like that? i could never!”

Awww, this is so adorable, anon!!

Yandere! Chef x lazy! Fem! Reader

CW : fluff, worship, so much love, cunnilingus, riding, p in v.

- So... You're one lazy bastard. You work, go home, and just lay on the bed after changing into your pajamas before letting the cushions swallow you whole.

- thankfully you have yan! Chef around! He's a very devoted man, really. A famous head chef, but a sweetheart to you. He's mean with everyone else! But at home, he's as affectionate as a kitten begging for neck scratches.

- yan! Chef is a head cook in a five star hotel. He works precisely from 8 AM to 4 PM, specializing in western food, but he's good with anything.

- yan! Chef, who comes to the bedroom wearing an apron and holding a glass of fresh vegetable and fruit juice he always made for you. He mixed them with some milk to elevate the taste without adding sugar, and it's always a hit because you always drink it all up.

- He'll be petting your hair, cooing about how perfect you are and that you're allowed to be tired when he's around. He'll always take care of you. He told you to take a bath first, because the beef stew he's making is still simmering.

- Once you're out of the bathroom, the smell of delicious stew, green beans, and cauliflower rice.

- He's already waiting with the cutest smile ever. When you came over, you cupped his cheek and gives him one, soft kiss. He feels like he's flying, and he insists on you eating first.

- He works very hard to get into his position. He received praises, money, or even criticism, but at the end of the day, only your opinion matters. Especially when you eat and thank him for everything that he has done to help you.

- It's not like you don't help him. You do. You go grocery shopping with him, gym, or even cook with him when it's weekends and the two of you have nothing to do.

- He just wants to make your life easier. He doesn't come from a rich family, so he knows how complicated it is to have a tight-scheduled job. He can now be lenient on himself because he has all the experience as a head cook now.

- even during sex, he's still as gentle as he can be. He'll do anything you say. If you feel horny while gaming, you don't even need to stop playing, just tell him, and he'll be there worshipping you and trapping his head between your thighs.

- He's always seeking your approval. Occasionally looking up and rubbing your inner thigh, hoping to hear your soft moans or pets on his head. While his tongue is doing its best to pleasure you.

- And if you ever decide he's doing anything too slow or not adequate enough as you wanted, you can always dominate him. Just pull him up to the bed and pull down his pants. He has his dick already wet and weeping, but he's not prioritising himself, not when he has a beautiful angel like you.

- riding him is the easiest task ever. He'll be letting out the cutest moans ever. His large, calloused hands gripping on your hips. His lips all over yours as you pulled him into a kiss.

- he's a certified good boy. Despite everything, he'll be the one doing aftercare and wiping everything with baby wipes. He'll bring you some dessert, perhaps tiramisu or cut fruit, before joining you back to bed to watch the TV together with you.

omg yes 🤤

smut mdni

you have no idea how you convinced toji of all people to let you handcuff him to the bed. but you did. and here he was, wrists held together and stuck around the headboard with fuzzy black handcuffs he usually uses on you.

and fuck did he underestimate your ability to dominate.

“you okay baby?” you coo at him, trying not to smile too wide at his expression. he just looked so desperate with his head thrown back and his cock leaking on his stomach.

“‘m fine baby…” he rasped, eyes screwing shut when your pussy envelopes his aching cock for the nth time tonight. he’s already finished 4 times tonight, how much longer were you planning on doing this to him?

you raise a brow, amused but not convinced “hmm you don’t look fine,” you roll your hips once, teasing, and his cock twitches inside you.

“i’m fine mama, just tired,” he mumbles, head lolling to the side from exhaustion, “you said you’d uncuff me when you cum.”

“and i will. but i haven’t came yet, have i toji?”

“that’s because you’ve been edging yourself.”

you grin, wide and wicked, “yesss,” you drawl, rolling your hips again, twice this time which spurs a broken moan from him, “fuck toji, you always feel so good. cum for me one more time and i’ll finish.”

your hips move steadily now, savoring every sound and twitch you get from him. his hips jerk up as his body seeks more stimulation. “fu- fuck–” he moans low, “baby…please mama, i can’t– shit–” his hands clench into fists, metal chain of the cuffs straining against the bed.

gods he looks perfect like this. your big, strong boyfriend a total fucking mess under you. your pretty sure you can make him whimper if you tried hard enough. you keep riding him. lazy, but enough to make toji moan.

“can’t what baby?” you breath out, hypnotized by the way his bottom lip trembles when he opens his mouth to speak and he almost immediately closes it when that sound you’ve been waiting for threatened to slip out.

you ride him harder, faster. “no,” you pant, “no don’t you dare try to stop that shit.”

“ba– baby, please–” his voice cuts off into a filthy whimper as you speed up. “please….please what ‘ji?” you slide your hands to his chest, leaning down to kiss his neck as your pace gets sloppier.

“o–ohh fuck” his hips jerk up once, twice before spilling inside you for the 5th time tonight, “fuckfuckfuck.”

warnings: 18+ mdni, coworker!reader, just pure smut, knotting, surprise knotting in fact (for both parties), couch sex, semi-public sex, hint of orgasm control, sonar's not yours, creampie, begging, unprotected sex, piv, cuddling after sex but you're really emotionally constipated about it

wc: 1.6k

summary: in which you and sonar have been hooking up after work for long enough now that you're pretty sure there aren't anymore surprises to be expected. you're very wrong.

"Oh shit," he gasps, the fur on his neck brushing against the sensitive skin inside your thighs.

Legs propped up on his shoulders like this, you can feel every thick inch of him press inside. Your knees nearly hit your chest with each roll of his hips. He's still got the stupid tie on, knot tugged loose and pooling in the dip between your breasts.

It's maddening how good he is.