Lance is tied to a chair and Keith makes sure to give him a show that he won't ever forget. — Klance. Smut, pwp.

Lance's hand on his waist feels like fire and Keith's breath hitches as it starts to roam all over his body, up to his chest and down to his legs. The movements are languid and Lance takes his time exploring every inch of Keith over his clothing, fingers rubbing in all the right places. It makes Keith let out a quiet groan because Lance is going so slow. — Klance. Smut, pwp.

"K-Kakashi," she says, already breathless, knowing where this will inevitably lead. "Stop, we can't… not here." / It's a weak protest and she knows it. Despite her words, she leans into his touch, sighing as his hands move up to her breasts. "Why not? No one will come in—or maybe someone will. Doesn't that add to the thrill of it?"

Sakura tugs off his shirt and wraps her arms around his shoulders, breasts pressed up against his bare chest when she whispers, "Punish me, Kakashi." — KakaSaku. Smut, pwp.

"Two weeks," Yumi leans in and whispers against Ichigo's ears, sending a shudder down his back. "If you can resist pleasuring yourself for two weeks, I'll come back and give you something... special." And how can Ichigo ever turn down an offer like that? — Ichigo/OC. Smut, pwp.