THIS USER LOVES BANG CHAN AND BELIEVES IN OT9 AND 3RACHA

Swiss Army Ghoul's cover of Montero

(posted on his public Instagram some time ago but I wanted everyone to get a chance to hear it 😌)

“Work-out Buddies ”𓆪

⚠︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀᴛ⚠︎

—𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬 ! * nsfw. Smut, drabble/scenario

—𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑺 ! *size kink/difference, baby trapping, creampie, struggling, dacryphilia, overstimulation, slight choking, cunnilingus, suggestive thoughts, dub-con, pinning, overprotective, slight blood, reader implied small, virgin reader, scratching, marking, slight age gape(26-31), unprotected sex, fingering, pretty sure i missed one, bad smut

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒊’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 !* Credit to @smuthospital since they have a problem of me forgetting(and i don't wanna start drama at all)

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💌Yandere! Male work out buddy who absolutely loves your body. Rather you'd be insecure about it, he still loves your body. He glares at any men that dares to spare a glance at you while you exercise since you have short shorts that keep riding up your thighs.

🎀Yandere! Male work out buddy who gets boners every time you greet him. You're just so shorter than him he has to constantly look down when you get his attention.

💌Yandere! Male work out buddy wishes you aren't seeing lovers when you leave the gym. He wants you all for himself, to protect you from the world.

🎀Yandere! Male work out buddy who daydreams about you on his cock 24/7. Just to see you struggle to take his big girthy, long cock into your sopping cunt.

💌Yandere! Male work out buddy gets off to you when you wear those short shorts again. You can barely maintain eye contact when you talk to him. He could see the visible sweat running down your forehead. He also loves that about you.

~~~Quick drabble

You were currently a little late to the meeting you had with your work out buddy. You stumbled through the automatic doors of the gymnasium and ran to the occupied area of where your work out buddy was.

He was listening to music through he wireless headphones, not paying attention to any surrounding noises or people. You sat your stuff down on a bench next to his stuff and got yourself ready by doing quick stretches.

You jogged over to him while he was bench pressing with a relaxed face. You lightly tapped him on his bulky shoulders that were exposed due to him wearing a black muscle shirt.

He opened one eye to see your small figure staring at him. You quickly looked away while red stared to burn your cheeks. He internally chuckled and placed the weights back in position.

"Hey Y/n, are you ready?" He asked. You asked him if he could help you lift weights since you are getting there to lift. You nodded quickly still not giving a single glance.

He wants you to look at him. "Are you sure?" You nodded again this time fiddling with your fingers. He smiled at you and walked off signaling you to follow him.

He took you to the weights that weren't as heavy and could support your body structure.

You got under the weights with him behind you in case you drop the weights on you. He was vigorously close to you. So close that you could feel the bulge of his cock rubbing against your ass.

You both got into position and squatted down. He didn't want to take control over your body. You squatted down fully but he was mostly down to your lower back.

"I-it's a bit m-much.." you trailed off your voice.

"We could stop if you don't wanna go too far." He replied.

"Nhh.. No it's fine." You groaned.

You managed to squat down almost close to the floor but let out a deepened breath. "O-okay, can we stop now?" You panted.

He nodded and put the weights back in place. You went over and sat over at a bench, panting as hard as a dog that ran a mile.

"Here," he said handing you a water bottle. You grabbed it and took a big sip.

Sweat was dripping down your body and he wanted to take advantage of that. He wipped the sweat off your forehead which made you pause in your tracks. You felt yourself getting warmer and just looked down at the low carpeted floor.

He audibly chuckled at your antics. He got up and went over to pack up for the day, grabbing his and your bags, "Wanna come over to my house to make a protein shake?" He asked looking over his shoulder at you.

"I-I don't k-know. I d-don't wanna be a bother.." you trailed off while shakily playing with your fingers.

He grabbed you by your wrist. "Don't worry, it won't be." He gave you a calming smirk but you didn't know the true intentions behind it.

You nodded and let him drag you off to automatic doors leading outside of the gymnasium. You both walked into the parking lot and went over to his car. He has a nice car surprisingly.

He went over to the passenger side and opened the door for you. You oblige and gave him a nervous smile.

He shut the door and went over to the driver's side.

A few minutes passed and you arrived at a luxurious apartment complex. You stared in awe at the minimalist apartment.

"Wow, you live here?" You looked at him with your doe eyes which made his heart jump. "Yeah, it's not much." Your jaw dropped but quickly closed it.

You both got out of the car and you grabbed the bags of gym equipment. He ran to your side and took the bags out of your grasp. You gave a look of concern but shook it off.

You both arrived at his apartment door and he unlocked it. He had a simple color theme: Beige, darker beiges, and black.

He told you to make yourself at home. You walked towards the kitchen and sat on one of the barstool chairs.

He didn't want to make a protein shake with you. He wanted you, to breed you to the brim. Some way somehow he'd get you to have sex with him. Even if he has to manipulate you into saying sex is a better exercise.

"Hey, you still wanna make them?" You asked glancing away from your phone. "We'll do that later. C'mere," he said motioning you to follow him.

"U-uhh, sure." You said placing your phone face down on the counter top.

You followed him to his room with a king sized bed for a single guy. "H-hey, are you single?" You asked. "Why? Are you interested?" He had a smirk in his voice.

You started to panic. "N-no! It's b-because you have a king- s-sized bed.." you replied shyly. "Don't worry your pretty little head, I live alone." You let out a relieved sigh.

"So what are we gonna do?" You asked.

"There's one thing I wanna do." You tilted your head waiting for him to continue. "Theres this exercise that helps with stamina and helps it build up quickly." He said.

"W-what's it called?" You kept your head tilted.

"It's called 'sex'." He said with a poker face. Your face went up into flames(not fire), you were pretty sure intercourse wasn't for exercise purposes, maybe for practicing but not that.

"I-if it helps w-with my stamina they y-yeah.." you said. You felt the lower part of your body throbbing at the thought of that.

You noticed he had a big bulge in his pants that stuck up.

He grabbed you by the wrist and slammed you on the bed. You yelped as he ripped your sports bra off exposing your tits. The cool air brushed against your nipples which made them harden.

"I'll buy you new ones." His voice was laced with lust and need. His eyes were glowing a lighter shade.

He ripped off your shorts and tossed them somewhere on the carpeted floor. "I don't think you need preparation due to how wet you are, hmm?" He said while rubbing your clit. Your breathing got faster and your eyes were half lidded. You were squirming a bit much which made him grip your waist tightly which caused a yelp to leave your mouth.

He stuffed two fingers inside your cunt which you moaned loudly at.

He fingered you at a steady pace and you were already close to coming. Your panting got more faster as you were now close. He pulled out his fingers before you could come.

"W-why'd you st-" you got cut off by feeling his long, girthy cock tap your thigh. Your eyes widen at the sight.

You gulped and whined as he aligned the tip of his cock against your pussy. He slowly pushed in, being addicted to you squeezing around his cock. It felt as if he was splitting you into two.

You screamed loudly and he had to place his hand on your throat. "Do you want the neighbors to think I'm killing someone?" He gave you a very serious look. You shook your head quickly and he picked up the pace of rocking his hips back and forth.

Your juices were webbed around his cock. A prominent bulge appeared in your stomach as he rammed into your cervix.

His thrust got faster which startled you a bit and caused you to scratch him. You scratched him hard it was easy enough to draw blood which it did.

He let out a pained groan and leaned down to your neck to place a bite mark on your neck. You were sure people could see it if you didn't cover it.

His thrust got sloppier and you came for the nth time.

You let out a loud moan which caused him to release sticky ropes of cum into you which reached your cervix.

You were both on edge of panting. He was still letting loads of cum into your hole. You were sure to get pregnant and thats what he wanted.

salvatore. nanami k.

cw: filthy, age gap

reader is 23, nanami is like 30-45 if you have a problem then go away

an arranged marriage with nanami.

your parents selfishly gave you away to him as a business move. on your end it was involuntary, but on his it was just something so he could take over his fathers business faster that required having a wife.

nanami kento is way older than you— at least got 10-15 years on you. he woke up early, worked out, shaved his face every week and stayed in his office for most of the day, giving you space. nanami was grown.

nanami kento was also a very traditional man, hence why your parents chose him. he enjoyed a traditional household. nanami worked during the day, handled business, his fathers business that he was in the works of taking over, and you? he only expected you to play the housewife role, giving you money when asked for various tasks. he only really asked for you to take care of the house and laundry.

you tried your best to not like him— to spite your parents. you really tried to ignore him every night when you went to sleep in the same bed together, you tried to stay quiet when he asked vague questions about what you wanted for dinner or what you wanted to do that day.

but you couldn’t ignore how attractive your husband was. he was mature and he always smelled good. you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together when he got a faint stubble on his face when it neared his time to shave again.

so after a couple months of moving in together you’re sitting at the dinner table, on the topic about trying to have sex or not. there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you didnt wanna have sex with nanami. even if you were pissed that your parents married you off, you did like your husband.

“we don’t have to.”

he said it bluntly, taking another bite of the pasta as he sat on the other side of the table. he was dressed in a collared shirt, a tie neatly around his neck.

you quickly picked up the glass of wine on the table. glass barely even touched before you started drinking regardless of you being well into the meal. you didn’t drink wine.

“i wouldn’t mind trying.”

he didn’t have any real expression on his face as he ate. glasses a little further down his nose than usual as he finished the pasta with one last big bite.

“okay. we’ll try tonight then.”

“ohhnnnggshiiittt”

nanamis cock was fat and gritty. must’ve had about a million veins on it because you swear you could feel every single one. he was well groomed as well, he kept it hairy but to an extent which was expected from him.

he knew how big his cock was. he knew it was big all the way from when he even brought up the topic of having see to begin with. getting into the bedroom and having him avoid taking his cock out until you were all prepped and in a daze.

and nanami made you feel so full with him. could feel him all the way up in your stomach. he made fucking sure you knew he was in there too from the way he pressed and pushed around at your abdomen whenever he got a chance.

your husband had your ass at the end of the bed. all perked up for him as he stood behind you on the floor. nanami had his hands on both sides of your upper back as he pushed you farther down into your shared comforter.

“does it feel better like this? or in the—previous position?”

his voice sounded out of breath, quiet subtle groans coming from him as he waited for his question to be answered. his pretty blond hair falling out of its usual perfect place but his pace never ever faltered.

it was honestly sickening for nanami to seriously expect a response from you like this. your body so hot, kisses and sweat coating it with your face so fucked out. eyes glossing over and your mouth half open, head bobbing with every stroke he gifted you.

the various pornographic noises that left your mouth bounced off the walls and throughout the house along with the even worse sounds of his pelvis hitting your ass over and over.

“n-amiiii”

“talk to me”

your new husband was quick to grab a fistful of your hair and pull you up from your position on the bed. forcing your head to rest on his shoulder and letting his hands glide along your body.

his fingers traced symbols and letters—his name— on your clit, the other pinching and pulling at your breasts while he kept rocking his hips into yours, mindlessly. your hands wrapped around both of his wrists, pushing at his waist and thighs softly.

“s’good nami”

“yeah?”

the blond started to kiss at your neck, his stubble tickling you but his motions never stopping. he was so experienced at this, made you feel so naive, inexperienced.

blondieeu xx

a/n: haven’t written for my fav in a while and i had this locked up in my drafts!!!

brat in pink I

────── toji fushiguro

⤷ mom’s bf!toji who can’t keep his eyes of you and your little slutty behavior at the small pool party you threw at your house.

tw: age gap (20s ; 40s) , toji is dating your mom (step cest??), corruption kink, daddy kink, starts as hcs, dun con, size kink, jealousy, filming (slightly), doggy, riding, squirting, breeding kink, spanking, slight dacryphilia, slapping, not proofread (wrote this at work lol), MDNI

part I - part II

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who grunts in annoyance when you beg your mom to let you throw a party in your house to celebrate your twenty first birthday. as much as he tries to look away, he can’t stop gazing at your pretty perky tits that are bouncing as you jump around following your mother.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who listens to the people you want to invite to your pool, his jaw clenching each time to mention a boy. especially when you mention gojo a light blush dusting your cheeks.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who is lowkey pissed that your mother finally agreed to your pleas, having to watch you dance around half naked in front of other men. he’s even angrier when he’s left all alone to supervise you since your mom will be away for a few days.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who balls his fist and glares at you when you start taking sexy picture in your small pink bikini, your ass and tits almost out as you pose sultry for the camera. he is pissed that you are taking more pleasure seeking the dumb young boys’ attention around you than focusing on having his. although you did.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who watches you closely as you dance against the white haired man, his hand dipping in your flesh as he sheepishly whispers in your ear. you catch him staring, a weird feeling rushing through your core as his eyes gaze at you, the goosebumps on your skin rising.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who makes up an excuse about how some chemicals got in the pool so all your invitees would leave. “i’m so sorry,” you repeated as they left, an understanding grin on their face. as gojo went to kiss you goodbye, toji stood next to you, pulling you closer to him. the young man took the hint as he stayed away, waving at you before leaving.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who silently watches you pick which picture looks better to post it on your feed. “you’re not clothed enough.” was his response when you went to him to have his opinion.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who wants to teach you a lesson about being a good girl instead of spreading half naked pictures of yourself for the world to see. he should only be the one to see them.

“daddy…” you whined as his hips rutted against your ass, his grip on your hip hardening at the nickname. toji threw his head back, watching you bury your flushed face between your plushies as he fucked you on your pink sheets. “daddy’s so mad at you for acting like a dirty brat, fhuck,” he grunted, pushing at your lower back to deepen your arch, your tiny cunt feeling tighter. “you’re gonna suffocate me, shit,”

toji was gripping your hands behind your back, pulling you up to play with your pretty nipples, occasionally pinching them to hear you yelp in pain, then bring you down again to keep thrusting hard. “‘m gonna ruin you for any other guy, especially that gojo,” hearing his words make you clench on him harder, the doubt and shame you had about fucking your mother’s boyfriend now gone. “you’re squeezing me baby, is it because i mentioned his name?” he harshly barks, spanking your plump ass. you whined and yelped, your lashes glossy as you try to push him away by wiggling your hips.

“nuh uh, no running from me,” he chuckled, his scar turning up with his lip as he grabbed your hair to pull your head up, your moans and tears turning him on even more. “i clenched because o-of you daddy,” you whimpered, your submissive self delighting him, his hips moving at a slower yet deeper pace. toji smirked before pulling out, a small whine leaving your lips as you were left to throb around nothing, you tiny hole clenching. it was adorably filthy. he was ruining you and he loved it. you heard him grab something before you saw a flash, realizing he was recording. “since you love looking like a whore,” he muttered, rubbing your ass before spanking it. “might as well get it on film.” he laughed, pulling you back on his swollen tip, his girth stretching you all at once.

“n-no, wait!!” you tried to stop him, but he didn’t listen. he pounded into faster, your body acting the opposite of your words as you found yourself throwing yourself back on him to meet him half thrust. “such a dirty brat,” he squeezed your ass, his hand going around your waist to rub your clit. “so good,” you lulled out your tongue, eyes half lidded. he pulled his sticky hair back before bringing your body up. his thumb pressed against your tongue, opening your mouth even more before taunting you: “who else can make you stick out your tongue like a filthy slut huh? who?” he bit your neck, your whines accentuating as he stimulated your clit, your orgasm close.

“just you, no one else b-but you daddy, i wanna cum,” you cried, your head heavy as you threw it back on his shoulder. you went limp. his hips pounded you faster before throwing you back on the bed, your legs spread out as you gushed on your bed, squirting and making a mess on your pink sheets, your pretty pussy quivering.

“cum for daddy that’s it, make a mess baby,” he stroked his cock as he watched you go dumb, slapping your pussy a few times just to watch you shake. he ended the recording, smiling at the video before throwing his phone away.

“we’re not done yet sweetheart, up.” you whined as he handled you, turning you around to kiss you lips, his tongue parting your lips to deepen the kiss. he sat on the bed next to you, pulling you to his hard cock, slamming you on top of him. you whimpered against his lips as he fucked up into you, his hands digging into your hips, hoping his fingerprints would replace gojo’s. “he’ll never be able to fuck you like this. hear me?” he slightly slapped your cheek then grabbed your jaw to make you look at him, your face fucked out. he was fucking dumb and you were becoming incoherent. the only thing that was coming out of your mouth were the whines and moans as he sucked on your tits the while he slammed your small pussy.

you were so small compared to him, so easy to hold, to fuck and to manipulate. you were so easy to corrupt and he was enjoying every second of it. “daddy, ‘s big, so big,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. toji held on your hands to guide it to your lower stomach, making your feel his depth. “daddy’s here baby,” the overstimulation made you moan, you legs bucking uncontrollably as your second orgasm hit you.

“know what, fucking hell, you feel so good baby, so fucking tight, my cock’s gonna stretch you so good,”

“gonna breed you, so no one else can touch you, huh? what’d you say,” he chuckled as he slammed a few more times inside you, emptying his heavy load inside you. your insides felt warm and good as his cum filled you up, your head too heavy to even react to what was going on.

you woke up the next day on new sheets and naked on your bed. you grabbed your phone to find an airdrop message. you gasped when you saw the video that toji took from you last night, your thighs squeezing as you recalled how his fat cock felt inside you. shamelessly, you airdropped him back a well taken picture of you spread out on your bed, biting your nails and pussy puffy. it didn’t take him a lot to come rushing through your bedroom door to ruin you again.

When hes old enough to be my dad <33

Need to be manhandled by a guy twice my size

Bully!Tsukishima x Reader

| Tsukishima who bullies you relentlessly gets paired with you for a partner project (collage au)

#a/n: i was in a very… hard mood as u can see.. ive been obsessed with bully!Haikyuu characters for a while and what better character than the one that runs his fucking sexy mouth the most. HOPE U ENJOY!! (feel free to send reqs 2 my ask :3)

WARNINGS: SMUT, DUBCON, afab!reader, unprotected sex, hard bullying and hitting, slapping, spit, hair pulling, bleeding(🫢), reader in pain, gagging, choking, kicking, dirty talk, degrading names: slut, mutt, degrading, dumbification.

Its not unusual for you to get your hair pulled by the man who sits behind you in lecture with blonde hair, glasses framing his face with a smug smirk on his lips. Its not unusual to have your chair pulled from under you before you sit down nor is it unusual to be kicked around by him. tears pooling in your eyes as you look up at him from the ground, lower lip trembling as his dark eyes stare at you, towering over you. Your face red with embarrassment and anger but he likes that. He loves to bully you and belittle you, youre even sure it gets him off. So being paired with him for a project was a nightmare.

He scoffs as you walk up to him, textbook clutched in your hands, white knuckled as your hands wrap around the edges. “I-I can work on my own. You can find someone else to work wi-“ he interupts you, eyebrows furrowed as he leaned forward on his desk. “nah uh. we have to work together, thats the rules. Cant have you fucking up my perfect grade now can I. promise i wont bite this time.” He glaces up and down your body with a grin, sending goosebumps trickling down your arms and legs. you avert your gaze from his with a small ‘whatever’ mumbled under your breath and begin to walk away from him until he grabs you harshly by the wrist and pulls you down, falling to the floor with a painful thud. you wince in pain, eyebrows furrowed and looking up teary eyed at the cruel man infront of you. “Give me your phone dumbass. Ill give you my number.” he spits, another scoff leaving his mouth as if you should have known.

Your hands tremble, moving to your phone in your pocket and you hand it to him unlocked. You hear him tapping away at your phone, and he grins once again. “sent myself a message to know its you. got any nudes on here? i always wonder if youre a disgusting pervert or just a sweet little virgin.” He says in such a tone to belittle you. You snatch back your phone from his hands with a hiss. “Im not a fucking virgin.” Your face is red at this point, you open your mouth to say something else but close it instead, walking away and gathering your things from the floor. “Youre such a fucking prick, tsukishima.” you cry, eyes streaming with tears. Hes satisfied. Not finished for today though.

You hear a ding from your phone, not unusual but a feeling of dread overwhelms you. You tap to see who its from. Tsukishima. Your breathing becomes heavy as you unlock your phone and open the message.

4:40pm—

Tsukishima Kei: Come to mine for the project. Dorm 18.

Y/N: what? now??

Tsukishima: Are you fucking stupid? Yes now. Don’t make me fucking tell you again.

You swallow hard, a pit in your stomach arising. You’ve never been alone with him like this before, your body trembled with anxiety. You gather your textbook and your laptop and put them neatly in your bag, breathing deep. It takes you 10 minutes to leave the door, overrun by fear as you walk slowly to his dorm on the other side of campus. a familiar heat pooling between your legs that you cant shake away. Your hands are trembling again, hesitatingly knocking softly on the door. He swings it open, the smell of his dorm overwhelmed your nose. It was a sweet smell, incense you imagine. He towers over you with a smug look to his face, readjusting his glasses to look down on your small frame. He moves from the doorway without a word, walking further into his dorm. Its alot larger than your own, the floors splayed with rugs and a kitchen that you didnt even realised existed within your college walls. His place is clean, a glorified apartment at this point with a seperate bathroom and a bedroom just off the loungeroom. a sofa sat in the middle of a rug infront of a TV, gaming controllers stacked onto the coffee table neatly.

“Sit.” He finally speaks up, gesturing to the counter stools that already had a textbook and a laptop seated onto it. You sit awkwardly, gnawing at your bottom lip nervously. “God you don’t have to be so fucking awkward Y/N. Take your shit out already so we can start.” His face is deadpan as he waltz over to sit beside you on the empty seat. you shuffle in your seat as you bring out your textbook and laptop, setting them up and opening up the necessary documents on your computer. A shaky sigh leaves your mouth without realising and the man next to you wips his eyes your way. “Pathetic” he mumbles, typing on his computer. You feel your eyes start to water, an ache in your throat as you try to to let out the sounds of weakness. why am i here? why wouldnt he just let me change partner? is this a sick fucking game to him? why am i so scared? Your thoughts were short lived as he kicks your leg from next to you, making you stumble on the seat, palms quickly finding their way to the counter harshly.

“Why the fuck am i even here? Is this shit fucking funny to you?” You spit, a redness falling onto your face. A firm hand grasps the top of your hair harsly, another grabbing your jaw with force. His eyes are dark, scary even as he pulls you off the chair by your hair. A soft scream leaving you mouth as your knees hit the hard tile beneath them. “Dont ever fucking raise your voice at me again.” Hes kneeling down, a hand still hard in your hair. It hurts so bad. “Say sorry.” You shake your head, tears falling down your cheeks. He pulls harshly at your hair, throwing you to the ground hard and you wince in pain. Hands starting to roam up your shirt. “Say your fucking sorry. Right now.” He grints his teeth, feeling your soft flesh between his hands. “No!” You yell, a firm slap coming across your face to cut you off. His hands roaming up your skirt this time, grabbing at the flesh of your ass. You push his hands away. this is so fucking embarrassing. What if he finds out? please stop please stop. You gasp as his fingers find his way to your cunt, looking at his eyes that met your instantly, a scared looked displayed across your face as his pushes your panties to the side, your chest rising and falling at an intense pace.

“Youre seriously fucking wet? So you are a disgusting fucking pervert afterall. How gross.” He spits, fingers dipping between your folds as a groan leaves his mouth. “So fucking wet.” He feels painfull hard cock strained in his pants. “Please stop” You sob, face a deep red of embarrassment, lip trembling as his finger glide easily to your clit. “I bet you dont even need prep, huh? What do you think, Slut.” You avert your gaze, covering your face with your hands and crying. “Awe come on. Answer me already.” He says, a harsh slap coming to meet your cunt, making you cry out once more. “No!” you say into your hands. He rips them from tour face, a hand coming to your jaw once more as he settles himself between your legs on the floor. “No what.” A smirk arising on his mouth. “No… I dont need prep…” You say embarrassed, legs closing together around his arm, lips trembling as his hand unbuckles his belt and he begins to lean up entirely. “Go on. You want it, don’t you? Put it in your fucking mouth.” He purrs, hands coming to your hair once more as you unbotton his pants, pulling them down and his underwear, letting his cock spring free.

He’s massive. A gasp leaves your mouth. “What? Don’t think it’ll fit? Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit.” He growls, pulling your hair to move your mouth flush against the tip of his cock. You don’t know what to think. You scared, wet, anxious, and most of all so fucking needy for him. You want him to slap you again so so bad. You open your mouth, giving kitten licks to his tip before wetting your lips and trying your best to sink your throat around his length. A groan leaves his mouth, pushing your head further onto his cock and making you gag. You pull off of him, catching your breath before he returns you back to position and shoves his cock into the heat of your mouth once again. Making you gag over and over, tears burning down your cheeks. You looked like a fucking mess. He pulls you off his cock with a ‘pop’ and lines himself up at your entrance. “N-No! Wait! i need prep your too-“ You cut off by his cock, piercing its way into your deliciously wet cunt. The stretch burns, pricking tears from your eyes as he bottoms out inside of you harshly. A deep growl coming from his chest. “Youre so fucking tight. Fuck~” He groans, grabbing you by the hair with a hand and his right coming to position your legs over your shoulder.

He starts a deep pace, eyes rolling back as he hits the perfect spot inside of you effortlessly, your walls fluttering around his already. Legs trembling as he fucks into you at a rough pace. “Are you seriously already gonna cum? What a fucking joke. A slut. God youre fucking easy to please.” He moans, another harsh slap to your face, stinging the already red spot on your cheek. You clench around him. “Fuck im cumming” You cry out, a firm hand grabbing your jaw and spitting into your open mouth. You walls feel like they’re swallowing his cock, sucking him in as you cum around his length with tears rolling down your cheeks. The hand from your jaw moves to your throat, firming locking his fingers around it. “please~ tighter~” You moan between thrusts. His eyebrow furrow as his grip on your throat tightens, a deep red forming on his cheeks and curse words slipping from his lips as he fucks harder into you, bruising your cervix so hard that you begin to bleed. “Fuck you’re bleeding all over my cock.” He says, holding tighter onto your throat, making your face a beautiful shade of purple before releasing you and planting another slap to your cheek. unable to catch your breath as he fucks you dumb, eyes rolling back as you cum over and over around him, his finger grabbing harshly at your hips to reposition you. Its deeper this time, so painfully deep as cum and blood seep from your dripping cunt. the sight is incredible and he fucking revels in it, pounding harder and faster inside of you as you become mute until he pushes his fingers to your clit, waking you up with a slap and circles onto your sensitive nub. You scream out. “T-T-Too much~ Tsukishima~ Fuck Mmng Fuck yes fuck im cumming aga- cumming cumming cu-“ You stutter out, his face red with lust as the words and his name drip like liquid from your lips.

“Yeah fucking cum for me again. Tell me how fucking good i make you feel you mutt.” Another spit to your face. Your chest red from the sheer amount of blood rushing to your face. “S’ good. fucking memmh so hah good mso fucking good~” You babble out, drool spilling from your mouth as the mark on your cheek welting and beating as he pounds relentlessly into your aching cunt. His lips smack to yours, licking into your mouth as your tongues fight against each other, moans slipping from your mouth to his makes his cock twitch inside of you.

Hes almost at the edge, needing to spill his seed deep inside of your womb he told you tighter against his body, hands bruising your sides as he rails his cock in and out of your, the mixture of cum and blood pooling on the floor underneath you. He pulls away. “Fuck. I’m gonna fill this dirty pussy up so good. Gonna fucking it so deep inside of you. Gross fucking slut. I bet you’d want that, huh?” He growls jnto your ear, ripping another orgasm from your body as you beg and plead. “please cum n’me~ want you to fill- nnnmmg me up~ so good so good, fuck it into me please” you beg and cry, holding tighter onto his body as his cock twitches and spills his hot cum inside of you. You scream as the heat hits your sensitive insides. The ruthless pace slowing as he pumps it deeper inside, the bruise on your insides ache, pleading for a break from his relentless fucking. After a moment he pulls out and you drop to the cold, hard floor. Barely able to catch his breath before you notice his phone is out, angled at your bleeding cum filled pussy.

You hear the phone shutter go off and you sigh, heavy breathing beginning to calm down. He pulls your limp body from the floor and pushes you to the bathroom, turning on the shower as he fully undresses your body. “Shower. It’ll make you feel better.” His eyes meet yours, glassy and red, the red welts on your cheeks make him smirk. He removes his shirt and pants and you both enter the shower. He’s surprisingly sweet, minus the offhanded comments, washing you off and holding your body to his.

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bottom note: HNNGNGNGNGNNGNGNGNGNGNGNGNGN

I ALWAYS COME BACK

= JJK AND HOW HARD THEY FUCK YOU!

tags: smut. breeding kink, creampie, age gap, voyeurism, dacryphilia, dumbification, objectification, semi-public sex, praise kink, degradation kink, angry sex, mentions of cheating, unprotected sex…

Father’s Friend! John Price Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Forbidden Romance, Age Gap, Implied Smut, Brief Descriptions of Smut, Cock Warming, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Cum Inflation, Stomach Bulging, Teasing, Older Man/Younger Reader, Pet Names, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

He tells you to keep quiet when you’re being intimate; he silences you with a sibilant “Shhh,” when your moans get too loud, telling you to “Keep your voice down, Sweetheart. Wouldn’t want your dad to walk in on his precious little angel getting fucked by his best friend.”

He’s a tease, too. “Or, maybe that’s what you want. Want me to fill you up and send you out there with your belly pumped full of me. Show em all how much you like getting speared by an older man’s cock.”

And if he finds it you’re going on a date with someone who isn’t him — WHOO, that will NOT end well for you.

He’ll bend you over the nearest sirface and pound into you. Gently enough that you can still walk after the encounter, but hard enough to remind you who you belong to.

“Can he fuck you like this?” John pants, teeth gritted and eye twitching as he feels you clenching around him, speechless. Drooling onto the cover of your bed beneath you. His hand slides up your front. Presses into your stomach. He growls as he feels himself there, his tip throbbing inside you. “D’you think he can make you feel like this?”

And when your date arrives to pick you up, he watches you walk, a hand placed over your stomach to hide the bump formed there, your thighs together pressed together to try and stop John’s semen from leaking into your underwear. And John watches you, a thin, sly smile on his face as your gaze finds his. He waves you off, knowing you’ll back. For more. For him.

For the rest of the evening, all Price can think of is you trying to go about your business knowing that you harbour a secret in your stomach; namely his cum sloshing around inside you. He can just imagine the surprise on your date’s face if you decided to get intimate with him, only for him to tear your underwear off and find you already wet with another man’s cum oozing from your hole and rolling down your thighs in thick globs.

John’s life has been a series of high-action, adrenaline-filled moments. But none of those compare to when the two of you are hiding your forbidden relationship from everyone around you.

Price’s unwavering love of cock warming has almost led to the two of you being caught multiple times; namely when you’ve been sat on John’s lap, squirming as his dick lays nestled deep inside you, only for someone to come bursting through the door, making you jump, tighten around John. He has to try and stifle the guttural growl clawing up his throat you’re squeezing — milking — him in your moment of panic.

Luckily, John’s ridiculously large desk - the one you’d often remarked he only got to comfortably fuck you on - hides what lays beneath the surface of this particularly dark and colossal iceberg. It conceals the outline of John’s cock inside you, the material of your shirt seemingly too thin for the job.

John dismisses the person who rudely interrupted you. Sure, they gave the two of you a strange look upon seeing you sat in John’s lap, but as far as that person’s concerned, that’s all it is. Flirting at most.

John’s interest in you isn’t purely sexual, though. He cares for you. Truly and utterly. You remind him of the feeling of first love — the one he never got.

He takes you out to fancy restaurants, ones far enough out of town that nobody knows who either of you are, letting you act open with each other. Hand holding, forehead touches, fingers running up your thigh, quick kisses, slow kisses, kisses that stray into dark waters.

Speaking of a hand running up your thigh; John’s classic, default move whenever you’re at a crowded event together (especially in the presence of people you know). You and John always sit beside each other, which always leads to his hand slipping beneath the tablecloth and up your leg, stopping only when he reaches the warmest spot — the inside of your thigh.

And he does this all while maintaining conversations with other people while you’re left mute and wanting.

Of course, he always delivers.

He’ll pull your underwear to the side and start toying with you. Gently, at first, his pace slow as not to attract attention. Then, when your face starts to get red and your voice is but a string of whimpers, he leans in, closely, so you can smell his cologne that charges hundreds by the drop, feel his beard tickling the side of your face, and whispers: “Don’t get yourself all worked up, Love. We’re with guests, after all.”

John will never let you cum under these circumstances. He’ll take you to a nice and isolated room and have his way with you until you’re having to lean on him for the rest of the evening, his arm about your waist and his semen pooling in your underwear. Heavy. A mistaken gesture of friendship.

If anyone ever did get suspicious of your relationship, John would tell you immediately.

“I can’t risk losing you,” he’d say, stare solemn. “We’ll have to keep our distance — just for the time being.”

God forbid you start crying, otherwise he’s on his knees, taking your hand in his and pressing long, deep kisses to your knuckles, his breath nigh-frantic and hot against your skin.

“I promise, Darling, this is only temporary.”

It would have to be, because John can’t go two minutes without thinking of you, needing you.

He sees something that’s your favourite colour in a shop window ? There you are, in the forefront of his mind.

You still interact with each other, of course, but you can’t be as close to one another as you’re used to being. As you’d like to be.

John can only watch you as you fraternise with other guests, party-goers, your father’s lawn party a hit. And yet all he can think about is having you by his side, fingers interlocked and looking down at you with all the love he’s never been able to give to anyone else.

These avoidant periods usually always end with John coming to your door and knocking profusely, his visage that of a man who’s seen nothing but ghosts all his life. And he takes you in his arms, pressing kisses to every inch of your face, leaving the two of you gasping for breath by the end of it, his eyes filled with adoration he’s never known and will only ever know for you.

Usually, you can expect a mountain of gifts to be waiting for you after your suspicion avoidance era ends - a collage of everything John collected that reminded him of you in your absence.

Some of it he purchases solely for you to wear for him and him alone, to put on a show for him. Sure, it’ll get torn off shortly after, but John can’t deny that you look like a present wrapped up just for him to unravel, to ravage.

Clothes, jewellery, accessories, shoes; he watches you wear them out and about. Something about seeing you wearing things he’s bought for you sends him feral — the fact that you’re drenched in his wealth while nobody else knows what lies beneath the surface. Beneath the layers of satin and silk and silver are the remnants of the night before. Teethmarks, bruises, scratches; the etchings of hours of pure, uninterrupted love-making. Breathless confessions, promises of a life together where you don’t have to hide your love.

Every outfit, every coat, is the disguise for many a night more.

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