So I've Had A Channing Tatum Obsession Since Step Up And A Magic Mike One Since The First And I Just

so i've had a channing tatum obsession since step up and a magic mike one since the first and i just thought this little shit up so. uh yeah. read at ur own risk mfers

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so male stripper bakugou who works at the best club there is in Tokyo really, has the hottest guys, the skimpiest outfits, the best liquor, its clean and sexy in there, and the music isnt corny (think the weekend and shit😛). so you come in there because ur girl wanted to do a girls night (she’s crazy) and you didnt really want to go but your therapist has been telling you that you should get out more.

so you go and you feel kinda out place and uncomfy a little because (for the sake of my fantasy) you’re not rlly the party type. ur not like bible thumper but ur just reserved. in general you like reading and picnics and flower arrangements and sunsets. so this isn’t rlly ur scene yk. but the tip of the iceberg of things that people would never suspect about you, is that you are desperately shoving your cute little fingers in your cunt every night searching for release. and you literally want it so bad but your own fingers just never seem to be enough for you. you just wanna get railed like a cheap whore and then loved like a queen.

and there’s like, little nuances to ur personality for example you’re a little bookworm, but like 75% of the books you’re reading are very explicit eroticas. and you like going to the beach at sunset but only because that’s when you can somewhat discreetly strip bare and finger yourself to some good graphic smut or skinny dip (you’re dying to go to a nude beach). and you’re always going to little quirky thrifty markets but partly so you can brush your cute, tight little booty up against the men (married or not... its for scientific purposes) staring at your tits from across the way, innocently urging them to get a peak of your lingerie down the front of your shirt or under your SHORT SHORT skirt (you only dress like that when you’re extra desperate tho, you dress pretty normal on the reg. it’s part of ur unsuspecting hottie thing).

so inside you’re like a little sex kitten, but outside you’re too shyyyy 🥺 to make any moves. then out walks katsuki. you’re sitting pretty on the black velvety half circle couch with ur girls, smack in the middle of it. you have on like a tennis skirt and a no sleeve, collared polo. you’re over there giving country-club-virgin-daughter-of-the-mayor and all ur friends are giving saturday-night-slut. anyways.

kats comes out giving TYLER GAGE but you can see he has like a thong on under his cargo pants. and it’s the first act you guys have really seen since u sat down and settled, all ur friends are hollering like banshees, and ur tryyingg to keep up your “oh my, this is so unsavory, how raunchy!” thing but the way hes LOCKING eyes with you and humping the stage is making you start to loose your composure.

so he’s doing his little moves or whatevah, lookin fine as hell. the crowd is already going crazy and he’s not even been out there for two minutes, so he decides to like spice it up a little. he sees you trying to act all nonchalant and it makes you stand out amongst your friends so he jumps of the stage and gets on top of you grinding and shit and he’s leaning all over you like "hey mama you havin fun" all up in ur ear, and you're like "umm, i mean, this isn't really my scene you know..." bashfully looking away. And you can feel him literally staring into your soul like he is STARING YOU DOWN, and its making you so shy and wet as fuck at the same time.

so the snap-back comes off and all the sudden its on your head and the shirt is coming off (hes still grinding on you and doing his little choreo) and he places your hands on his washboard abs and you are fully like "oh shit. this couch def has a wet spot on it" and hes whispering all low in your ear like "you like that shawty" and you're speachless. so he gets up and does the pants-rip-off thing and he has a literal thong on that is not containing anything. and he jumps up on the couch and grabs your head and pushes it against the back of it and is fully humping your face.

at this point i would have fully been grabbing HANDFULS of his ass and licking his shit fr and i like to think you would be too.

now hes straddling your face and his hand is all up in your hair, looking down at you like the sexy motherfucker he is and hes like "well I think a little fun would do you good, you look like you need to loosen up babe." and his dick is like right in your face, his thighs, his v-line, happy trail, you can literally see his balls, and you're drenched and flushed at this point and he can practically smell you.

so he does a flip off the back of the couch or whatevah.. comes around, grabs your cute hand thats been in your lap since the beginning, tugs you up off the couch and picks you up, legs around him. everyone is cheering and your still wearing his hat as hes walking you to the private room....

AAAAAHHHHHGJVGGHH BARK

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shigaraki x reader mdni

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you’re the secretary for the multi billionaire, shigaraki tomura, and you’ve developed a crush on him. he invites you to travel with him to his overseas conference but the plane ride quickly turns into something more than it should be.

warnings-

afab reader, no mention of pronouns (refers to reader as a good girl), boss/employee relationship, no quirks au, fingering, blow jobs, ingestion of fluids, overstimulation, spanking, creampie, ceo!shigaraki, ooc shigaraki, kind of fluffy at the end, terribly unrealistic plot line

You had a crush on your boss. You had been working for Shigaraki for over five months now and had gotten to know his harsh glares and beratings. He was not, by any means, a kind person, let alone somebody to invite you to his conference across the globe so soon into your meeting. However, you could only hope this trip would serve to better acquaint you, or at least earn some respect from him.

Of course, it was your duty to provide for him as his secretary, but it was still an extreme surprise to see his 5 billion yen private jet pull up on the runway.

Soon after the jet had stopped, Shigaraki’s other attendants ushered you into the cabin, taking it upon themselves to stow away your extra luggage.

The interior was everything you expected and more. The space was luxurious and not at all like any other plane you had been in.

“Move in, the plane has to leave on time, and I can’t have you delaying it with your spacing out,” Shigaraki huffs from behind you. You had been so enamoured by your surroundings that you had forgotten about the real task at hand.

“Right, sir,” you reply.

Shigaraki walks around you to get to his seat and motions you to follow.

You dig around the plush leather cushions of your seat, searching for the buckle.

“There aren’t any seatbelts on these seats,” Shigaraki tells you without looking up from his newspaper.

That’s terrifyingly unsafe.

Flying doesn’t scare you, but one look at the cabin has you questioning everything. You close your eyes, not daring to open them until you’ve taken off.

You don’t have much more time to stress because the jet is soon moving down the tarmac and getting ready for takeoff.

At this point, Shigaraki has put his reading down and is watching you grip the armrests like your life depends on it.

“Relax, (y/n), you don’t look too good like this.” His tone is joking, revealing his amusement in your distress.

You only calm down and loosen your grip when the plane makes a safe ascent. You open your eyes to make sure you’re well above the city, noticing Shigaraki’s focus is, thankfully, somewhere else. To combat your growing boredness, you decide to pull something out to occupy yourself.

The two of you mind your business for a while, both indulging in reading a contract and a cheesy vacation novel respectfully. The hours drone on and your intermittent time-checks become more than frequent. You still have ten out of 14 hours to go.

“(y/n), I would suggest you sleep now, since our first meeting is right after we land,” Shigaraki suggests, breaking the silence that had loomed for hours.

“Would you be able to wake me up in a few hours, then? I think it would be important to discuss my duties for this weekend before we arrive,” you hope that he’s kind enough to agree, but he has a habit of leaving you in the dark till the last minute. It’s shocking that you haven’t quit sooner.

“Yes.” Your conversation is pretty much shut down, but you don’t mind, preferring to rest your eyes as soon as possible.

—

You’re in a deep sleep when you’re jolted awake. You look around to see if it was your boss who woke you, but he’s still sitting in his seat, calm as ever.

Shigaraki’s pilot’s voice comes through the speaker, explaining the small patch of turbulence.

When Shigaraki notices that you’re back awake he tells you to rest again. “You’re going to be very busy, so you should sleep longer. I wasn’t planning on waking you soon anyway.”

—

The plane is still high in the air when your consciousness comes back. Just when you’re about to open your eyes fully, a ringing hits your ears.

You feel a short tap on your shoulder before Shigaraki’s voice reaches your ears. “It’s been an hour,” he says.

You open your eyes to see your boss retreating from in front of you. He actually woke me up! And surprisingly kindly, you thought.

Suddenly, your legs cramp and your hours of sleeping in a leather chair catch up to you. When you move to reposition yourself, an extremely harsh bump throws you forward, straight towards your boss.

Shigaraki grunts when you land directly in front, and practically on top, of him. Your hands had made their way onto his thighs when you had been propelled forward. Now, you sat in a terribly embarrassing position, directly in front of him.

“Sir! I’m so sorry!” You yelp. The plane is doing nothing to help you as it continues to throw you around.

Shigaraki’s face grimaces, but doesn’t say anything in response. Instead, he offers his hand to you, pulling so that you’re back on your feet.

However, Murphy’s law decides to bless you in your moment of embarrassment. With one last hefty, turbulent jolt, you are thrown flush against our boss’s chest, your legs falling in between his open legs. If somebody walked in on you at this exact moment, you were sure that they would gravely misunderstand your relationship.

Heat rises to your cheeks when Shigaraki places his hands on your hips to prevent you from moving. Unpredictably, he’s more flushed than you’ve ever seen him. It’s a good look on him and it makes you fall harder for him in that moment.

“Apologies, (y/n), I wasn’t watching myself,” he grumbles , dropping his hands from your body.

“It’s all right, I apologize for falling for you.” The words tumble out of your mouth without any filter.

“What was that?” Shigaraki’s frown falters.

“Nothing, sir!” You peep, slinking back a few feet. Had you said that out loud?

“All right, if that’s what you say…” He smirks at you. “You know, you don’t have to call me sir when we’re alone. Call me Tomura instead.”

First name basis when you’re alone. That’s something that only friends would do… Or lovers.

Were you reading into this correctly? Or were you finally falling delusionally in love with him?

Your eyes glance at Shigaraki’s—or Tomura’s now—lips. His gaze fixes on yours as if to say “Kiss me, I dare you.”

Leaning forward and placing your knee in between his legs, you shakily hover your lips above his ear.

“May I kiss you, Tomura?”

“Yes,” he simply responds with a groan, and presses his lips to yours.

The desire between you encompasses the room. You can feel the heat coming off of him as he looks into your eyes when you pull away.

Tomura greedily grabs your face again and pulls you into a deep kiss. His hands are on your sides, grabbing your waist as you move to straddle his lap.

You can feel his growing bulge under you and slowly grind your hips against his. Tomura lets out a shaky groan, hands gripping you tighter, keeping you firmly against his crotch.

“Are we going too fast?” You whisper when you notice Tomura’s state, his pupils blown wide and his lips plumped up by desire.

“No… Just look how hard you’ve made me,” he breathes, bucking his hips up to yours in desperation.

Tomura places his lips on your neck before hastily pulling your dress shirt from your skirt. Breaking from you, he unbuttons your shirt and greedily grabs your bare waist.

“Tomura, touch me,” you beg.

No matter how aroused you are by simply kissing, you want to go impossibly further with him, and as soon as possible.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” You’re broken from your thoughts and shamefully beg him, “Please, just anywhere.”

Tomura’s hand makes its way under your skirt and to the cloth of your panties. Pulling off your skirt and stockings and throwing them aside, he wastes no time in pushing your panties to the side and running a slim finger over the length of your pussy.

“You’re so wet. Look at you,” he groans before showing you the glistening wetness on his finger.

“Don’t tease,” you whine as he swipes fingers across your slit, avoiding your throbbing clit.

“As you wish,” he chuckles.

Without warning, Tomura flips you over and plunges his middle finger into your hole. Although you’re slick enough to be dripping onto the seat, you let out a squeal at his finger’s intrusion. Then, slowly, with the rhythmic movements of his hand, the burning fades and your moans reach a new volume.

With one particular brush against your g-spot, you begin to writhe uncontrollably. Tomura grins slyly, skillfully focusing on hitting that spot with every thrust.

Seconds later, lips reach your clit and suck you until you’re practically falling apart. Your moans can probably be heard by the pilot in the next room, but you don’t care enough to quiet down.

His head lifts off of you for a second so he can reach up to kiss you. Your saliva intermixes with every second your mouths meet and you swear you’re in heaven.

When Tomura adds a second, then third finger, you’re practically sent over the edge. His long fingers press along every nerve that sets your body on fire. Then, with the curve of his digits and a swipe of his thumb across your clit, you’re screaming his name and hitting your peak.

“Cumming!” You cry out, and collapse against the seat.

“Fuckkk, that’s a good girl,” he groans, slowing the pace of his movements before pulling his hand away and licking your cum from his skin.

Breathless and still hazy, you grin stupidly at Tomura.

“What’s next?” His voice ends your trance.

Wordlessly, you push Tomura off of you and force him into the chair behind him. Kneeling with as much poise as you can, you’re now face to face with his crotch, and by the look of it, he’s bursting at the seams.

Running your hands up and down your boss’s thighs, you narrowly touch his aching cock with every caress.

“Don’t make me wait, I think I've been patient enough.”The look you receive from above is one of restraint.

Your last touch never leaves his pants, moving across his lap to his sensitive clothed member. Clasping the zipper with two nimble fingers, you pull down his pants and underwear to reveal his cock at long last.

The sight that is Tomura Shigaraki’s dick is a work of art. In all ways, is it pretty, with its flushed tip, the soft trailing veins on the underside, and the little bead of perch that’s slowly dribbling towards the shaft.

Eager to have a taste, you lean forward and press soft kisses along the length, making your way to the head. At this point, Tomura is letting out soft grunts and groans whenever you make contact with his skin, and you can imagine what it’ll be like when he’s inside of you.

“Nnngh,” your boss borderline whimpers when you take him into your mouth and give a long hard suck.

You smile sheepishly when Tomura grabs a fistful of your hair and starts to guide your head. Soon your nose is meeting his trimmed pubes and he’s thrusting into you at a hazardously fast pace.

Gazing into Tomura’s eyes, you blindly reach up to cup his heavy balls. When you lightly give them a squeeze, he hisses and his cock twitches at the back of your throat..

The feeling of him throbbing in your mouth turns you on to such a degree that you feel your pussy begin to flood with wetness. Your panties are pushed against your folds and currently becoming drenched with your leaking desire.

Another twitch of Tomura’s length refocuses you on him. Sensing he’s close, you fasten the pace of your head as he moves his hand to grip your face. Tomura fucks into your mouth like no tomorrow. His balls now slap wildly against your chin, accompanying a lewd squelch with every thrust.

Your throat constantly constricts around his long cock as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy. A few last curses and one loud groan signifies the end for Tomura, and you feel his hot seed pour down your throat.

“Mmm,” you lick your lips after swallowing his load, opening your mouth to show it was gone.

“You are too sexy, I don’t think I can hold back any longer.” Strong arms lift you up hastily and throw you down onto the leather seat.

—

Tomura’s cock is still hard after two rounds and it’s clear he wants to continue. From your dazed out state, you can still feel the cum dripping from your hole. Wriggling under your boss’s grip, you attempt to reposition yourself.

The result of your movements is the sticky squish of cum in your pussy that seems to have Tomura raring to go.

“Can’t stop myself, I just want to keep cumming in you,” a breathless whine comes from him as he starts to move again.

“Please, cum in me again,” you reply breathlessly.

Unlike the last two times that had you sprawled out on your back, this new position has you on your knees, face pressed against the leather. Tomura takes you from behind, gaining speed with every forceful push.

To gain a better angle, Tomura brings your arms behind your back and bounds with a single hand. You can only squirm and arch as his cock hits that one spot repeatedly.

“Oh, fuck, Tomura!” you scream out when your boss’s free hand finds itself drawing circles on your clit.

The pleasure is starting to get so intense that your body is spamming under his, yet he continues fuck you as though he wants permanently leave you in his shape.

The familiar feeling of release builds up and you can feel the way you clamp down on him. Hitting that perfect spot one last time, you cum and scream out his name. Tomura fucks you straight through your orgasm, with little regard for your overstimulated body

Unfortunately, he still hasn’t cum yet, and with lust clouding his mind, he ignores your whines and protests.

“Just a little bit more. Just need to fill you up one last time. You think my good girl can last a bit longer?” Tomura questions.

“Yeah.” His praise goes straight to your core and suddenly it feels all too good again, the pain only adding to the pleasure.

After hearing your answer, Tomura grips the fat of your ass with a new vigour. Sinfully lewd noises are the only thing coming from his mouth, each groan ripped out of his throat with each clench of your core.

*SMACK!* All of a sudden Tomura slaps your ass, making you tighten in shock. He grins in realization, his cock throbbing at the discovery.

“So,” he starts, “Is it that you like being hit, or are you doing this for me?”

“Neither,” you barely gasp out as a palm hits your ass again.

“Are you sure? Your body is telling me otherwise.”

You aren’t able to reply when the force of his thrusts and his slaps are stealing the breath from your lungs. Tomura uses your silence as a way to fill your head with mockery and praise.

“Can’t answer, huh? Did I fuck you stupid?” He laughs haughtily, pulling your back against his chest so he can whisper it in your ear.

This new position allows him to have you far more intimately than ass up, doggy style. He uses it to seductively whisper in your ear, making fun of the way you clench with every use of “good girl” or “masochistic slut.”

His rough voice in your ear adds to the pleasure and the sensory overload sends you to the brink of an orgasm.

As you’re reaching your peak, you begin to worry that you’ll yet again cum before him. Hoping to send him straight to his orgasm, you deliberately clench around him. He reacts to your tightness with a deep groan, grip tightening around your hip to pull you flush up to his groin.

Not even five seconds later, his cock violently twitches inside you and his cum pours into you without warning.

The noise Tomura lets out can only be described as a whimper. It’s a whimper that’s enough to have you squeezing around him, cumming, and milking him for all that he’s worth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses, letting out the last drops of his orgasm.

Grinding out the final bits of your highs, Tomura shockingly pulls you into a sweet kiss. Eventually you stop moving against each other, watching how he pulls out and a river of semen flows from you. It coats the sticky seat below you and dribbles onto the carpeted floor.

Watching your body quiver in the post-sex afterglow entrances Tomura to the point that he doesn’t notice your eyes closing. He finally moves from where he was standing after five whole minutes, but by then you’re fast asleep, slumped against the seat. Walking off to the plane’s washroom to find a washcloth, he watches you peacefully snoozing. There’s a certain tranquility to your calmness that makes him want to care for you more than he should.

—

Your boss, Tomura Shigaraki, thinks you’re beautiful, he always has, but it wasn’t until recently that he realized he liked you as more than an employee. Being fearful of any form of love, he had pushed you away when he suspected your crush. Little did he know his avoidance would only work against him.

—

Returning from the washroom, Tomura decides it would be stupid to pretend that there isn't mutual attraction (he thinks beating around the bush would be stupid.) So the two of you will have to talk about that later, something which he might struggle with. After all, he isnt used to having to confront his feelings, let alone acknowledge them. Whatever it is you two need to sort out, it’ll be worth it, he decides.

For now, Tomura wipes your glossy skin and smiles lovingly at you sleeping body.

a/n: sorry for disappearing!!!!!! i got a job so i’ve been busy. also, this was inspired by a dream i had💀

plzzzzz do an mma!toji and reader comes to his penthouse tired but can’t help and wanna suck off toji as he’s sleeping

✵ HIDDEN CONFIDENCE ༄ؘ

✵ mma!toji fushiguro x fem!reader ✵

✵ tags — nsfw content + age gap + fem!reader + consensual somnophilia + petnames + cock worship + cum slut + mocking + pillow humping + spit kink + crying kink + praise kink + soft toji +

you were exhausted. completely and utterly wrecked. but the moment toji told you to come over after work, you were energized through the rest of the day. now finally going up the elevator of his building, you were bouncing on your feet. it’s been a little over a month since you’ve started dating the fighter.

he always wanted you to come over, wanting to make you comfortable around his annoyingly spacious penthouse. it was quite intimating. but you couldn’t get enough of him, so you always came.

dropping your bag and the Korean takeout you bought by the door, you kicked your shoes off walking further into the open living room.

“toji—“ your words fell off once you noticed the older man sprawled on the grey couch. your face was warm as you looked over him, shrugging your jacket off. you could never get tired of his large body. his hair was a bit damp, and a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

he looks so cute. you thought, seeing his peaceful face resting on the pillow as his chest rose and fell calmly. you moved closer to the sleeping man as you put your scarf down, holding the couch as you slipped off your leg warmers. his lips parted as he sighed. you felt your cheeks heat as yours eyes continued down his body. your fingers delicately touching his collarbones, moving down his chest. to his perky nipples from the cold air.

“what am I doing,” you whispered to yourself, taking a step back as you tried to calm yourself, feeling the slow pool between your legs. you rubbed your face moving to the kitchen to grab some water. your eyes falling back on the couch as you chugged the refreshing beverage. he looked so peaceful, so calm, the usual teasing fighter seemed to disappear. the bruises from his training and fights were visible, red peeling knuckles were there, but…but

you pulled the cup from your lips, some droplets falling on your chest as you slowly went back over to the man. the couch was quite spacious and wide, allowing the man to be sprawled out, one arm propped behind his head as the other was sprawled out beside him. his legs open as he shifted. your face was pink, heart hammering as your fingers played with the happy trail that disappeared into the towel. you could see the tent further south sending a wave of blood flooding between your legs and cheeks.

your mind wandered to the morning hours when toji would kiss your pussy as you woke. the low whispers of him telling you to do anything to him whenever you pleased. the reassurances of the marks he leaves on your body as he tells you he wants to be the only person to make you feel good. he wanted you to have everything, and also be his everything.

but you’ve never been in such a relationship. yet…yet when his body shifted once more, the towel accidentally hooking under your finger, loosening the material. you couldn’t scurry to cover him as it fell open, exposing his resting dick.

you swallowed thickly, lips parting with a bit of drool at his semi-boner. his pretty hairs only accentuated his pretty dick. you bit your lip as you slowly moved to kneel between his legs on the couch. digits strumming down his pelvis before feeling the thickness of his length lazily hanging between his legs, too touching the towel underneath. his dick rose slowly with each feather light touch.

your body moving on its own as you leaned down. warm breath hitting him as you took a small lick down the front. your eyes seemed to ignite once you saw his cock bounce up a bit. toji wasn’t teasing you, or brushing your hair. he wasn’t rushing you or telling you how much of a cock slut you were. as much as that sent your pussy clenching. having him laid out before you was making your mouth drool.

the man’s chest rose and fell the more you slobbered on his cock. his eyelids fluttering as he groaned softly in his sleep. goosebumps ran up your body at the thrill. your fingers holding up his cock as you spit down on his leaking tip, salvia slipping down the sides of his dick lubricating him. sat up, you stroked him with your palm. Your legs unconsciously squeezing the pillow underneath your body, your skirt rising up as you felt jittery the more toji’s fat cock twitched.

“so pretty,” you gushed to yourself, cheeks bright with arousal as your eyes fluttered as you kissed the bruises that decorated his stomach from his last fight. his stomach rippled under your lips as you smiled, gently stroking down on his cock as your lips continued on south. your nose nuzzled the hairs above his cock, tickling you as you smelled his clean body. a pool was sent south as you rubbed your wet panties down on the pillow.

your heart was pounding as you thought how long it would take for toji to wake up. you wanted him to see you like this. the shameless pleasure and thrill you wanted from toji praising you. what would he say? you wanted his piercing eyes on you. you moaned around his thic length at the fantasies that danced in your mind.

toji’s stomach was clenching as he shifted. tears filled your eyes as you tried your best to take his full length in, but it was impossible.

panting over his cock as you rocked your hips on the pillow. sweat accumulating on his chest as the man began to wake. his grogginess was a bit confusing as he felt a sharp pleasure rush over him. legs moving to close, but feeling a body between him. wet dreams wasn’t something that usually occurred to him, no…not at his age…someone was triggering this.

your drool slipped down his balls, as you stroked his base, swallowing more and more. your moans ran through his cock as his arm came under him, feeling how wet and warm his dick was.

y/n. you were panting, cheeks flushed as you rocked your hips a bit faster on the pillow. your moans quiet as your heart hammered in your ears. not realizing the man had woken.

“would’ve been such a great surprise if you’d woken me,” toji looked at you leaning up on his elbows. a thrill running further into his cock as he saw the state you were in. your lips covered in saliva, completely clothed but face a flushed pink, your skirt hitched up your thighs allowing a clear view of the pool between your pussy and pillow. you licked your lips, letting salvia slip back on his cock as you went back down, cap utterly drunk on his cock. “ah fuck, sweetheart.”

“so mmm good,” you kissed the front of his cock as he dripped on the towel underneath him, your tongue swirling his fat tip, pushing your tongue in his slit, as toji let out a deep moan. your pride was swelling.

“couldn’t hold it in,” toji clenched his jaw as he groaned, “just had to suck my dick like a spoiled brat?” fuck you were really going at him. you always begg him to let you suck him off. you struggled and gagged and cried and he fucking loved it. but this was another level, you were getting much better than the times before.

your other hand making work on his base as you struggled to fit more of him down your throat. gagging as drool fell down your chin. toji felt a knot building up as his balls tightened. you were working on him for some time when he was asleep, now the pleasure felt so sudden once he’d woken he couldn’t help himself.

“puppy….fffuck—“ Toji’s hips jump as his brows knit together, releasing in your mouth. “ugh,” toji heaves, eyes clenched as you pant trying to swallow his warm seed, your breath tickling his cock as he shot more cum into your mouth. but you weren’t letting up pumping more out as you lick his cock clean. toji was struggling to sit up, groaning at the overstimulation, your eyes were foggy as you squeezed some more cum out of him.

“always get like ah this,” toji groans at your greediness, his breath shaky as his legs tremble. caught off guard by the pleasurable awakening. cum leaking out of his tip as you sucked him.

“shit, puppy…you’re gonna mak—“ toji held the back of your head pushing your head further down, no longer able to hold back as he shots more cum into your mouth. your eyes are filled with tears from the sudden thrust in your mouth. panting as you swallow over his twitching dick. toji’s chest was heaving as he grabbed your jaw, pulling you off him as his cock bounced, shooting some excess cum in your open mouth and chin.

“always get so fucking greedy,” toji panted, wiping the cum on your face into your mouth. “better clean it all up, selfish brat,” toji sighed, trying to calm down. you sucked his thumb clean as toji settled down. wet cock hanging tiredly between his legs.

“why didn’t you stuff yourself with me?” toji raised a brow, leaning his head in his palm, elbow perched on the backrest beside him. if you were so desperate, you should’ve taken him inside you. especially with how you are right now. his eyes looked down at your rocking hips. your hands holding his thighs for leverage as you rocked a bit faster.

“didn’t wanna wake you,” you whimper, as toji hums, lifting your skirt up, eyes locked on the wet patch of your rocking pussy.

“lying now are we?” toji tsked, fingers grabbing your panties as he pulled them up, your breath hitched feeling him pull up against your clit.

“ah toji,” the man smiled watching you whimper.

“no…you wanted to be a brat and suck me dry so I can wake up to see you fucking yourself,” toji leaned closer to you as he watched you moan at his words. “ahh that’s it,” he concluded. his little baby needed his attention to cum herself and got carried away with his dick.

“toji, help,” you whisper, lips parted with each breath. Toji’s lips curled up.

“no.”

your eyes filled with tears. toji slapped your panties back letting go as he opted to watch you struggle.

“toji,” you whined, causing the man to suck in a breath, looking down at the bruising he’d received in his last match, noticing the two hickeys that you marked on him when he was sleeping. a smirk pulling at his lips as he clicked his tongue, lifting his head back to you.

“don’t cry now,” his hand brushed your cheek, cupping your damp face as you leaned into his touch. “you’re gonna rub your drenched little pussy on the pillow and cum, or I’m not touching you,” he said simply, your lip quivered as you drove your hips harder stimulating your clit as toji watched.

your hands fell on the cushion between his legs as you swirled your hips, head down as you did your best, toji’s thumb came under your chin. pupils blown, he wanted your eyes on him.

“don’t want me getting mad now, do you?” toji rubbed your lip as you opened your mouth shaking your head. toji smiled seeing your legs start to tremble, he only needed to touch you for you to cum. your drool slipped down his wrist as he pressed his thumb on your tongue, your eyes fluttering as you moaned. “then be a good girl n cum, now,” a shiver ran down your spine as you stilled on the pillow, reaching your high.

“ah ah…touch me…now,” you rocked your hips as toji smiled.. waiting. “please.”

“there there…that’s it,” toji’s hand slipped to cup your drenched panties as he rubbed you through your orgasm. your face buried in his chest as his arm held your the back of your neck, gently massaging your skin as hekissed the top of your head. “spoiled little pup,” he whispered, as you whimpered.

your body leaned on him as he pulled you for a kiss. his tongue slipping in your mouth as you allowed him to play with you. his fingers brushing your hair as you arched into him, toji laughed, pulling back seeing the trail of saliva that connected your lips.

your eyes were dazed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his back hitting the back rest. “like being all needy?” he teased, pulling you into his lap as his arm wrapped around your waist as you sighed against his ear.

“long day?” toji brushed the back of your head, as you hummed.

“very long,” you mumbled back, chest rising and falling as you let toji engulf you in his warmth. nuzzling into his neck. after a few moments, you spoke again. “I bought some korean food…it’s probably cold now,”

“from which place?” he asked, looking over your shoulder, eyeing the take out bag beside the door.

“the one you liked from last week?” you answer, toji smiling as he stood up, arm under your ass as he lifted you along with him.

“wait—I can get off,” you yelp, as toji goes to grab the bag.

“don’t act like you don’t like it,” toji teased, your brow twitching. as you struggled in his grip.

“I don’t…so stop assuming things,” you scoff as toji settles you on the counter as he opens up the bag.

“alright,” toji brushes you off as you roll your eyes. the man begins unpacking the small boxes.

“wanna go change while I heat up the food?” he asks, you hum, hopping off the counter. toji’s eyes flickering up watching as you walk over to his bedroom, already pulling off your shirt. “cute.”

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hey beautiful, could i request a sub neteyam x reader (wifey) with an exhibition, spitting in mouth and degradation kink.

context: neteyam is oblivious to flirting from other females. so, reader decides to make it a point to show everyone neteyam's is theirs.

love love love your work. thanks for providing the neteyam spice that we all need 🤌🥰

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a lil sumn sumn for y'all before bed

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Omatikaya Reader Y/N (19) Warnings: NSFW, degradation kink, spitting in mouth, exhibition, oral sex, foot stuff, knotting, sub neteyam

Wordcount: 3.5k Authors note: My first ever request. This is a softer version of exhibition, etc. as public things are sort of a trigger me, so I hope this is okay, anon! :) lowkey got into it at the end, though. Lol intro:

It’s been a few weeks since you and the Sully family have sought uturu in the Metkayina village, Awa’atlu. At first, the people were wary of all of you, thinking that providing you guys with a sanctuary would bring danger upon their people. However, after pulling your weight and adapting well to their way of life, they’ve become accepting of you and the Sully family. You and Neteyam have been so focused on adapting that your intimacy has taken quite a hit, to the point where the Metkayina people think you’re apart of the family, rather than Neteyam’s mate.

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You sit in the sand next to Kiri, soaking up the warm rays of the sun that beats on your bodies.

“I could definitely get used to this. It’s not too bad here.” You say, digging your toes further into the sand. Kiri giggles, and shakes her head. “Nothing will compare to home. But I will admit that here is nice. Look around us, Eywa keeps on giving.” She takes a deep breath, savoring the scent of the ocean. You close your eyes and dip your head back, listening to the waves crash into the shore. It’s so serene that you feel like you’re going to fall asleep any second, when you hear three voices behind you.   “Yeah. That Neteyam boy is cute. I’m glad he’s unmated... because I would mate with him.” Alira says, smiling to herself.

You look at Kiri, and scoff. “Forget what I said.” “Yeah? Well, I’d do way more than just mate with him.” Maru smirks. “Me too. I’d spit in his mouth and dominate the fuck out of him.” Vineya laughs, looking down at her feet.

Maru looks at Vineya. “Okay that’s a bit far… I’d probably just call him a few dirty names and put him in his place. He looks like he wants to be tamed.” She giggles.

“Well, I’d take his knot happily. It must be huge… he’s so tall and muscular. I just want to eat him up.” Alira mumbles to herself. “Definitely. I’d eat him alright. Probably have him eat me too.” Vineya moans softly, getting excited. “Maybe we can all share him then.” Maru suggests. “Shit. He’s coming, shush!” The words coming out of their mouths set a fire deep in your chest. Jealous isn’t a good enough word to describe the burning sensation inside your chest. You’re so livid that you feel like getting up and putting them in their place for talking about your mate like an object. He is not unmated. He is your mate, and he has been since he became a man. Kiri rests a hand on your thigh, as if to say, ‘don’t listen to them’. Her touch brings you back to reality. You shake your head, trying to get their words out your head.

Neteyam walks over to you guys, braids swaying side to side, and calls for you. “Kiri. Y/n.”

He glances at Kiri, and then at you, looking you up and down whilst smiling. He’s happy to see you. Likewise. You both stand up to greet him.  “Brother. Coming to disturb us I see.” Kiri rolls her eyes. “Hey, you.” You walk towards him, returning the smile. “Just coming to check up on you two.” Neteyam says, resting a hand on your lower back. “Yeah. We all know who you’re actually here to check up on.” Kiri shakes her head, turning around to go sit back down in the sand. “I guess that’s my cue to leave.”

Neteyam laughs. “I cannot say she is wrong. I have been missing you. Dad has me watching Lo’ak, sorry I have been away so often.” He leans into you, moving his hand to your waist.

The simple touch feels so good; it’s been too long. You see the group of girls watching you guys intently. They talk among themselves, trying to encourage each other to come over and make a move.

You lean into your mate, and tippy toe, brushing your lips against his ear ever so slightly. He holds onto your waist a little tighter, providing you with some support, as he tilts his head down.

“Eclipse. Our spot. I miss you more, by the way.” You whisper in his ear, although it was more of a moan, and drop back to the flat of your feet. He turns to you, brows raised, and a grin plastered on his face. He stares at your lips - his way of saying ‘understood, my mate’. The girls make their way over and Neteyam loosens his grip around your waist to acknowledge the oncoming company. Neteyam was raised to be a gentleman, so he greets and speaks kindly to all people, even the ones with an ulterior motive. Typically, this means he’s oblivious to all flirting outside of yours – he couldn’t quite understand why someone would flirt with a mated man. He greets them with a smile, like a gentleman, which sends the wrong message. Strike one. Their approach is aggressive, causing you to take a step back as they surround your mate. You see red, the heat now radiating from your chest to the rest of your body. Did they not just see you touch your mate? Whisper in his ear? Him grab you by the waist? What more do they need, you to fuck him in front of them? Not a bad idea, y/n. You smile to yourself, and then at them. “Hey…” he looks at each one of them up and down as they circle him. Strike two. “Hey, mighty warrior” Vineya speaks, brushing her hand over his bicep. “You are a warrior, yes? You have the body of one” Neteyam laughs with her awkwardly, “Yes... I am”. “Hi. Do all Omatikaya people have braids?” Alira asks, twirling her finger around one of his braids, completely ignoring Kiri’s hairstyle. Neteyam is taken aback by the physicality, but puts it off to curiosity. “Not all of us, no.” He examines the girl intently. Strike three. “My name is Maru, hi.” She looks at his tail, stroking it from base to tip. “You tail is so different... are you slower in the water?” she asks. He chuckles uncomfortably and steps back, inching his way back to you. “Uh, somewhat. I am getting the hang of it, though.” He smiles at them and turns around to face you. “Y/n. I must go, dad is expecting me soon.” He smiles at you, tucking a braid behind your ear. “Kiri, I’ll see you later.” He waves at her, and then the group of girls. “Bye Neteyam! Hope to see you again soon!” The girls say in unison. Kiri rolls her eyes for a second time. “No respect.” She grabs your hand and pulls you towards your Marui pod.

To her surprise, you smile at her with a twitching eye, and say "Give me a minute.” You approach the girls who are gushing over your mate, once again. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, girls. I’m y/n.” you greet them. “Neteyam… he’s quite the catch, isn’t he?” They all greet you, looking you up and down. “He is. Any way that you could set us up?” They laugh again. “Yeah. Definitely.” You shrug your shoulder, smiling with them. “Y/n!” Kiri whisper calls for you, with confusion plastered all over her face. You move your hand discreetly to your back and shoo her away. “Sorry for my sister, she’s ready to go home.” You smile. “Anyways, as I was saying. There is a spot that I know about that Neteyam likes to go for some ‘alone time’. No one else is really allowed to follow him there, but I could show you guys.” You lean into their circle and whisper, “but you have to keep hidden, and quiet – very quiet.” They all quiet down and huddle into you, as if they were being told a secret. “Okay. We will be” They whisper, grinning with excitement. You pull back. “Good. Meet me here right before the eclipse, and I’ll show you where it is.” You smile, taking some strides backwards. “See you girls later.” You take Kiri’s arm and walk away quickly. “What are you thinking?” Kiri interrogates you. “I’m going to teach them a lesson. A lesson that’s obviously needed.” You say, dropping your mask and showing her your true feelings. “And how exactly are you going to do that?” Kiri asks, rolling her eyes for a third time. “You don’t want to know the details. Trust me.” You fume, breathing heavily.

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When you get to the shore, you see the three girls huddled together talking amongst each other. The sky is getting dim as the eclipse was fast approaching. You walk over to them. “Hey girls.” You nudge your head in the direction of the rocky coast. “Follow me”

You call for you ilu. They come willingly, excited to spy on Neteyam. You all bond with your ilus and make your way over to the secluded spot, a small open cave, nestled in a sea of rocks by the mangroves. When you all arrive, you see Neteyam waiting patiently for his mate, his bioluminescence glowing in the darkness. Seeing your mate took your breath away, as it did for everyone else, too. You were ready to take him and make him yours all over again. You all hide behind the curves of the mangroves, peaking through the cracks of the roots. They’re mesmerized by this glowing body, as he starts to remove his hunting knife from his hip. He fiddles with his loincloth, repositioning it before he makes his way into the water. Spying on your mate like this arouses you, your already wet loincloth becomes wetter from your slick. You fall back, and swim quietly away from the girls, making your way towards a hidden hole in the mangroves that lead to the small open cave. You swim low and slow, keeping hidden until the very last moment, where you see your mate walking into the water. You slowly emerge out of the water, just as he’s crotch deep. In your direct line of sight is his cock, imprinting out of his wet loincloth. Brushing your face against his bulge, you stand slowly looking deep in his eyes. You make your way to the shallow end of the cave, backing him up against the rocky wall.

“Hey, mighty warrior.” You run your hand up his arm and squeeze his bicep. “You are a warrior, yes?” you lean into his chest, and kiss his muscular breast. “You have the body of one.”

He looks down at you with a smirk on his face, knowing exactly what you’re doing. He responds with his line, “Yes... I am.” He pulls you in closer by your waist, leaning in to kiss you.   You cup his bulge suddenly, making him jolt instead. “Need help removing this?” You smile, brushing your lips against his.

“I missed you, my mate.” He moans into your mouth, moving his hands up your back.

You glance to the surprised eyes that peer through the cracks of the mangroves and smirk. “I missed you more, my love.” You look back at him and meet your lips with his.

He kisses you hungrily, allowing his hands to explore your body, running his hand along your queue. You melt into his feverish touches, rubbing his bulge eagerly.

“I want to try something new today. You trust me, yes?” you whisper into his mouth.

“I trust you, always.” He smiles, nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Good.” You twirl one of braids around your finger, then tuck it behind his ear.

You move your hand to the base of his queue, and run it along it’s length, holding the end and bringing it between you two. You both watch his tendrils dance excitedly, while he brings your queue forward. He puts your queue against his, and both your tendrils intertwine, connecting together. The feeling is exhilarating, causing both your eyes to dilate as you sync with one another.

The girls watching feel like they're invading a deeply intimate moment between mates – because they are. They’re taken aback, whispering to each other that they didn’t know you were his mate and that they thought you were merely his sister, or some sort of family pet. As much as they want to leave, they can’t. You see them linger longer, watching the show intently.

Being watched like this gives you an adrenaline rush, bringing feelings of excitement to your body, transferring it to Neteyams.  

“Why so excited?” he asks, watching you kiss your way down his body.

“Just excited to see you, babe.” Your sloppy, wet kisses reach his belly, where you play with the dips of his abs with your tongue.

His breath becomes raggedly, and his cock hardens even more.

“You’re making me rock-hard, y/n.” he says through a clenched jaw, feeling good from your kisses.

You untie the knot of his loincloth, unleashing his raging cock. You could practically hear the girls gasp at his length. You were going to give them the show of their lives. You rub your face against his cock, breathing in his musky scent. He stares down at you, with desire in his eyes. He wants you so badly, and you can feel it.

“I just want to eat you up.” you taunt, licking his cock from base to tip.

Eat me up? he thinks, confused.

“But, I prefer you eat me first.” You stand up quickly, moving him to switch positions with you.

You lean back against the wall, and rest your foot on a rock, opening your legs. “Get on your knees.” You demand him.

He looks at you, with an arched eyebrow and smiles, as if he can’t believe the words coming out your mouth. “What?”

You hear the faint giggles coming from the mangroves, as if they were saying that you couldn’t dominate your mate.

You untie your own loincloth and use it to blindfold your mate. “I said, kneel.” You say sternly.

He kneels immediately, obeying his mate’s command. His nose brushes against the soft flesh between your legs that lay open. He inhales deeply, savouring the sweet scent of your cunt.

You grab a fist full of his braids and shove his face into your pussy. “Now, eat.”

Being blindfolded, he has to rely solely on his other senses. His hands explore your thighs, while his tongue licks the flesh between your thighs, tasting the different flavours your body has to offer. Once he starts tasting the sweetness of your nectar, he laps up your juices hungrily. His nose is buried in your cunt, rubbing against your sensitive pearl, while he drinks the juices that flow out of you.

“Good boy. Fuck” you moan, rubbing your cunt against his face while gripping his head.

He’s drunk off your scent, gulping the slick that fills his mouth the more he eats you out. The water splashes against his back as he kneels and sucks on your clit, making your legs shake. You look down and see him, blind folded, making out with your cunt and it sends you over the edge.

“Ugh, f-fuck. You look like my little fuck toy sucking on my clit like that.” you purr, caressing his cheek. “Does this little toy want my cum?” you tease, feeling your climax approaching.

Yes. Fuck. He begs you.

All he can do is let throaty moans vibrate through his nose into your cunt, which brings you even closer to your peak. His breath is heavy, panting hot air into your pussy while he’s gripping your thighs as you thrust into his face, desperate to cum inside his mouth.

You dip your head back, feeling ecstasy from your mate lapping up your pussy juices, and peak at the girls watching you about to cum in his mouth. You give them a smile, and they look away in embarrassment.

“Look at me.” You demand.

They look back at you, eyes wide, looking you up and down.

He shakes his head. I can’t see, y/n.

“Not you, baby boy.” You moan breathlessly, about to cum any second. The thought of them watching you face fuck their little crush makes you so, so turned on.

You can tell your mate is getting weary, as his movements are becoming more erratic, desperate for you to cum in his mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to cum inside your mouth that bad? Fuck.” You moan, shoving your pussy against his face.

The heat in your chest shoots down your spine, into your cunt, and out into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck! Cumming!” you shriek, grabbing his head and pushing it harder into your cunt.

You look down to see your mate gulping loudly, swallowing every drop of sweep nectar that drips out of your aching hole. You pull his face away from your cunt suddenly, letting him gasp for air. His shoulders move up and down from how hard he’s trying to catch his breath, making choking noises in the process.

You’re panting too, trying to come down from your high. “You did well, sweetheart.” You praise him.

Using a single finger under his chin to tilt his head upwards, he parts his lips, panting small, hot breaths.

“Open wider.” You command. He opens his mouth, and you spit directly into his mouth. He whimpers, completely under your trance. “Swallow.”

He swallows your spit greedily, licking his bottom lip, corner to corner. Your foot presses against his bulging, throbbing cock, causing him to whine under your touch.

“Since you were such a good boy, I’ll make you feel good.” You take your mates cock between your toes, providing him with just enough friction.

The strings of precum dripping from his throbbing cockhead coat your toes in a thick slick, allowing him to thrust his hips freely.

“Work for it, my little cumslut.” He bucks his hips into your toes, moaning and whining loudly.

“Nghh... y/n. Why are you acting this way?” he asks through shaky breaths, working for his climax.

“It’s your punishment.” You state, like it was a fact.

“What did I do, baby?” he whimpers, his head dipping back from being almost there.

“You don’t know?” you pull back your foot.

He thrusts against nothing into the air, still trying to chase his orgasm. “Fuck. Please, y/n.” he begs, extending his hand to touch himself.

You kick away his hand and crouch over, taking off his blind fold to reveal his watery, drunk eyes, willing to do anything to cum. “What did you think of those girls?”

“I don’t know, y/n.” he whines, “...they were friendly, I guess”

“No.” you straddle him. “They were flirting. With my mate.” You take the entirety of his pulsing cock inside your slippery cunt in one thrust, already feeling his knot emerging.

You both moan in unison, as you feel the heat of each other mix together. You look into each other’s eyes, forehead to forehead, panting from the feeling.

“That’s your problem. You think people are just being nice when really...” you lift your hips up, “...they want your huge, fucking cock.” You slam your hips against his.

His eyes squeeze shut as he dips his head back, feeling overstimulated by your walls that clench tightly around his girth. “I’m sorry, baby” he whimpers, resting his head into your bosom as he  runs his fingers up and down your back.

“You better be, you little slut.” You whine on his knot while you breath into his ear, “make it up to me... and give me this fat knot of yours.”

Hearing these words drive him into a frenzy, fucking you erratically and moaning loudly. Just as you feel his cock heat up, trying to burrow it’s knot into your cunt, you grab his jaw and turn it towards the mangroves.

“Look at the audience while you cum inside your mate.” He looks through the cracks of the mangroves to see three, glowing pairs of bulging eyes watching at them.

He’s so deep into the thick, hazy fog that it turns him on even more to know that they’ve been watching him be dominated this entire time. He thrusts into you even harder, even deeper. You lick his neck, holding his head in position while you ride out your oncoming orgasm, moaning in his ear.

“Knot me. Show them you’re mine.” You moan, feeling your cunt start to pulsate around his cock.

He’s panting, staring at the blue eyes that stare at him back while he ruts into you relentlessly, listening to your loud moans in his ear. “Oh – oh shit. F-fuck! Cumming. Cumming!” he whines, driving his knot into your cunt, tying you two together.

You turn your head to the direction of their glowing eyes, and smile, planting wet kisses all over your mates face, as he gasps for air. “That’s a good boy. I hope you learnt your lesson. All of you.”  

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