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[mortqlprojections]

HANDS ON ME ⋆ 정국

𐙚 if you like what you see, baby put your hands on me.

it’s about to look like jeongguk’s birthday everyday with you.

based on this ask

from the grande series ୨ৎ

pairing: nerd!jk x popular!fem reader

genre: smut

ratings: 18+ / mdni

warnings: lower case intended, jk is inexperienced and sooo whipped, it’s his birthday!!! and he’s getting it hhhh, lowk dom!oc x sub!jk, size kink, tit play, dry humping, brief coochie play, cum eating omfg, blow job, cutest babies ever

word count: 3.9k

a/n: first thing i saw this morning was that ask, so of course i had to write this. like THANK U ANON that was such a good idea yes yes yes. hope u enjoy 🩷🩷

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jeongguk didn’t wish for his birthday party to look like this.

the second he casually mentioned that his parents would be out of town on the very same day he would turn 21, his small friend group (consisting of the two nerdiest guys in college, probably even battling him for the top spot) took it on them to turn what he imagined would be a calm, quiet night spent with the comfort of jimin and taehyung in front of video games into a contending rival of a literal frat party. in his own house. when he never approved of it, nor asked for it.

there’s an inestimable amount of faces he has never seen before this moment, but they all seem to know him, congratulating him every time he comes in their vision. then, they go back to drinking, kissing, soft-fucking on his couch, and seemingly pumping up the volume of the music more and more with each blasting and ungraceful song.

that is probably why he’s struggling a bit more than he usually does with breathing. he’s a huge germaphobe, and having all these strangers barge into his space and lean on every possible surface with their greasy, alcohol stained hands has him close to hyperventilating.

he still hasn’t figured out how his two friends did it, but they managed to involve what looked like the whole uni into coming at jeongguk’s 21st birthday party like it was an unmissable event. it truly did seem like one, though, the birthday boy looking around in a confused awe and realizing this is all he’s ever missed from his teenage years. meh. not all that.

what really got him struggling to breathe is you. you, the most popular girl in college, talks about you on the mouths of all guys and girls in the hallways, loved yet envied by every single one of them, are here. and when you greeted him, you did so with a kiss for each of his cheeks. he stood there like he truly was going to let his lungs stop working, and you just smiled up at him through your long lashes and big eyes.

you’re not popular for the cliché reasons a girl in college might be. you’re not mean, you don’t square uncool people from head to toe with a judging look, you’re not known to be scary and unapproachable. the reason why you’re surrounded by a devoted swarm of bees is because you’re the literal definition of an angel.

an angel always ready to help anyone who seems like struggling, flash them with pearly whites, and be impossible to resist with bug, wide eyes conveying all your most honest emotions.

you’re known for genuine reasons. he’s never even heard many rumors about you, and if he did he assumed it was coming from way too envious people. the only thing he allowed himself to believe about your privacy, is that you’re very caring in bed.

he won’t admit it, feels disgusting for it, but he’s touched himself to that thought a couple of times. maybe more.

it doesn’t matter now, because you’re closer to him than you’ve ever been, and you sit in the overwhelming circle that has formed on the floor of his living room, people he has never even talked to proposing games and pushing drinks into his hand since he’s now 21.

unlike most people, that number doesn’t mean a lot to him. he’s not that thrilled about the knowledge that he can now get his hands on anything that was previously denied to him, alcohol and substances of those sorts. he never liked them, and he doesn’t think he will just because of this newfound freedom.

he’s now getting the full experience when someone, sharp-eyed and drunk on audacity, spots the wooden door to his dad’s wine cellar left slightly ajar and suggests seven minutes in heaven with the kind of enthusiasm jeongguk imagines newton felt when that apple hit his head.

on his right, jimin panics for jeongguk, “you’re not going to fuck in mr. jeon’s wine cellar.”

“who said anything about fucking?” dahye, a friend of yours, the complete opposite of you with a mean aura and sliced eyes, intervenes and has everyone laughing.

jimin rolls his eyes and plops down from where he straightened up on his knees, and jeongguk stays silent. he gave up fighting long ago, when the first drink spilled on his carpet.

he just gives a tight-lipped smile when his blonde friend tries an apologetic look, shaking his head and studying the room. jeongguk gulps when his eyes inevitably fall on yours, and he finds you already staring, an intensity he hasn’t seen often. when he’s sure he’s perfectly resembling a deer caught in headlights, you tilt your head amusedly, and he hastily focuses back down on his lap.

“well, since jimin is so afraid we’re gonna break his boyfriend’s stuff,” dahye continues, feeding off the childish chuckles coming from around her, and maybe also off jimin’s annoyed glare, “why don’t we let the birthday boy go first?”

at that, jeongguk’s head snaps up, his fluffy hair bouncing with the sudden movement, and he looks around wide eyed. he’s not sure what the game entails, he just knows something is supposed to happen, but he’s not sure exactly what the people hungrily gawking at him are expecting.

taehyung is about to add something when dahye interrupts once again, resting her hand on your lap beside her, “he can go with ___. i know that would make his day.”

sitting at her left, you’re the only one who doesn’t laugh at the sneaky implication; instead, you glare at your friend, who shrugs in response.

both jimin and taehyung fall in total silence, their eyes alarmingly looking at their friend in the middle. jeongguk seems a hundred times more panicked, but not because of the same reasons.

while his two best friends are simply excited at the prospect of jeongguk’s every dream coming true, eagerly expecting a positive answer from his mouth, jeongguk’s whole focus is on you, and your seemingly impassive face. his mind spins with haunting worries, giving at least twenty different interpretations to the way you’re looking at him, brows subtly twitching up.

he clumsily parts his lips to say something, but with absolutely no senseful thought swarming his brain, nothing comes out.

a beat of anticipated silence goes by before you gracefully stand up, all eyes following you, and even if quiet, your voice goes through the music, “let’s go, gguk.”

jeongguk loudly gulps, and he hopes the sound isn’t heard, but he doubts it since he’s receiving a scary amount of attention that goes over what he’s received his whole life.

if it wasn’t for the two guys at his sides pushing him to stand up, he would have stayed with his ass perched to the floor. instead, he stumbles and almost trips, meeting your eyes with awkward shame as you just softly smile at his gawkiness.

you don’t wait for him, daintily walking to the room victim of the game, pushing the door open and curiously peeking inside. jeongguk hastily jumps over the people sitting on the ground, still quietly observing the scene, and he’s at your side way faster than the time it took for him to even realize what was about to happen.

he exhales loudly at the proximity, standing behind you and basking in the height difference, your head barely reaching his chest, and he thinks he truly sees heaven when you turn around to look up at him, grinning delicately as you tilt your head back, “wanna go in?”

jeongguk is sure he has lost the capability to speak. no matter the sounds he tries to force up his throat, they’re not strong enough to fight their way out. he simply closes the door behind the two of you, and he’s glad when it significantly helps drown out the loud music and drunkish chatter.

he’s less glad for it when it means he’s officially left alone with you in a relatively cramped space, the silence almost more suffocating than the room and its strong smell. but he’s convinced you must be an angel when you don’t complain, not even slightly, your face the expression of composure.

he stands in the middle of the cellar while you explore it in a circle, letting your heels click on the parquet floor and your fingers carefully brush the wine bottles.

the simple action makes him feel hot, naughty mind conjuring up images of you tracing his skin with such care, and he releases a shaky breath before you can stop him, blurting his messy thoughts out, “we— we don’t have— have to do anyt—”

“sit on that stool, gguk.”

the command is anything but harsh, your voice a soft melody of calmness, but it still startles him. no, it shakes something in his chest, traveling all the way down to where he’s starting to feel a strong urge.

you point to a wooden stool in the corner of the room, which doesn’t look too high, but when he obediently goes to sit on it with his knees wobbling, you promptly place yourself in front of him and grin at the way he’s still almost at face level with you, his forehead reaching only a little under your chin.

his huge proportions compared to yours have always managed to make your head spin and thighs squeeze together whenever you managed to sit next to him in the few lectures you shared, lashes fluttering seductively to have him fix nonexistent bugs on your computer just to see his wide hand close to yours on the keyboard.

now, with his puppy eyes staring up at you expectantly, his drawn up brows only emphasizing his yearning, you need to steady yourself with hands on his shoulder to hold back from quite literally grinding on him. you whisper, “good.”

his orbs shake impossibly more, and from the corner of your eye you see his fingers fidgeting in his lap, fighting a delirious need. his legs are spread just enough for you to be standing right in the middle of them, but you push yourself further into him, his chin lifting up even higher to never be forced to look away from your firm gaze, hanging from your lips when you voice an apology, “i didn’t bring a gift, ggukkie.”

jeongguk is almost panting, the endearing nicknames only adding to the warmth of your sweet body, your vanilla scent clouding his senses and gouging the truth out of him, “th—that’s okay, ___. i—i’m very happy you’re here.”

you smile, but it’s one he’s never seen on you. it’s not one of those you flash when you’re grateful, understanding, or even amused. it’s mischievous, almost belittling. “are you saying i’m your gift?”

his eyes widen, and he’s ashamed of the way your accusative tone causes him to throb in his jeans, and in his speech too, “huh— oh my god. i’m so sorry. that must sound so—”

you chuckle, stroking his broad back with your hands sliding across his width, “hey, slow down. it sounds so very cute coming from your lips.”

jeongguk appreciates your efforts at trying to put him at ease, truly. but your soothing touch and words only have him in a state of alert, even more when your fingers travel up his nape and find home in his locks. you’re impossibly close now, and he feels your voice resounding within him, “but i’m still not satisfied. i wanna give you more, make you forgive me.”

your whisper fans over his lips, and he unconsciously parts them for you, his eyes hooded by the second and glassed over with desperate want. you smirk.

stepping back enough for his neck to rest at a comfortable angle, he whimpers deliciously at the loss of your touch, but you shut him up just as quickly when your dress is off you and on the wooden floor in a swift motion.

jeongguk is definitely panting now, breathing manually and focusing too much on having his heart pump oxygen for him rather than the view of your exposed body in front of him.

he gradually realizes he could care less about dying right now if it means the last thing he’s going to be faced with is your nipples hardening with the cool, and hopefully something else, and your lacy white panties barely covering your core.

jeongguk stares like a starved man being met with his first meal after weeks of seeking, his hands trembling on his thighs and squeezing into suppressing fists.

his gasp turns into an awfully high-pitched moan when you hook a finger under the hem of your lingerie, sliding it daintily down your legs and walking out of it, never breaking eye contact with him. only thing you’re left with are your high heeled boots.

the next thing you do has the organs that keep all his vital functions going completely stop working, his heart missing more than ten beats and catching up with an alarmingly fast speed, causing his voice to shake, “___, wh—what are you—”

swinging one of your legs, you sit on him with your ingloriously stained panties pressing right on his crotch, hands placed back on the base of his neck, basking in the way you can feel his rapid beating under your fingers.

you lean into his ear, “if you like what you see, you can put your hands on me, baby.”

jeongguk throws his head back for air, his chest heaving with trembling exhales before he finds your eyes again, and in the fraction of second he needed to look elsewhere if he didn’t want to bust in his tight pants already, you’re a whole different person.

your eyes are sliced, pupils blown and hooded, and your parted lips stretch just enough to paint a wicked smirk over your face, its effects flooding right down his stomach and making you feel his hardness through the material.

his hands dance a panicked rhythm hovering over your sides, not sure what to do, not deeming himself deserving of feeling your skin under his touch. but you take it upon yourself to guide them, pressing his palms against your hips and letting them ride up your exposed breasts.

he whimpers, fingertips unconsciously testing the sense of the soft curve of your boobs with a subtle press, but it’s not enough. you can’t feel him.

with your hands still on his, you arch yourself further into his touch and have his thumbs slice over your sensitive nubs, letting out a moan of your own that goes over his low groan. you lick your lips and struggle to find your breath and words too, but you whisper them through an already too fucked out smile, “see? you can touch me, just like that.”

the go-ahead is all he needs for him to dive his head right into your chest, his tongue catching your nipple in an unpracticed hunger, messily sucking on it and quickly leaving your skin soaked with spit. he works clumsily with his hand on your other tit, movements uncoordinated and unsure.

but the fact that he seems to not care about his inexperience, willing to learn right at this moment all it takes for you to keep whimpering and trembling when he touches, has your usually composed senses lost in a haze of desire, the need to give your all to the nerdy boy that is finally being properly touched just as he turns 21 clouding your senses and pushing you to unconsciously buck your hips against his.

he moans with his mouth full of you, his free hand gripping your thigh, and he tries to stop it but he can’t help the way he meets your grinding, snapping up as if he lost all sort of control over his body. he quite literally wails in desperation, “fuck— don’t— don’t do that. i’m gonna— oh, god.”

“you’re gonna cum?” you sound just as crazed, hips rutting at a faster speed on him, the slickness smearing all over his jeans and leaving a wet patch right where his dick stays confined.

“no! i— i mean, just give me a second, shit. i swear, i—”

“ggukkie, this is about you. i’ll make you cum, hm? how’s that sound?” the sweet sound of your promise has him seeing stars, eyes squeezing shut as he feels himself getting close to a point he doesn’t think he’s ever reached before.

until he’s back to zero.

you lift your hips off his, helping your weight up by placing your hands on his broad shoulders, and you sport a devilish smile when he opens his eyes again, protest ready on his tongue. his brows are furrowed and there’s tears ready to spill out from his eyelids, but you don’t let them.

the huge palm that was still fondling your breast is now being led by you further down, until it disappears between you. you have him cup your wet core, the intensity of the moment only heightened by your gaze never leaving his, “touch me.”

when panic flashes over his expression once again, you instruct him through it just how you did minutes before, and he quickly gets the hang of it. you always appreciated him being a fast learner, but you couldn’t imagine that it would come handy in a scenario like this one.

you hum when his ring and middle finger trace your slit, only to come up to try and find your clit in a surprisingly good attempt, “good, get all of it. make your hand wet.”

the moment squelching sounds reach your ears, you leave your seat from his lap and stand on your heels again. he whines, unknowingly reaching for you, but you halt his hand and redirect it on the zipper of his jeans. you tilt your chin, “take them off.”

he’s quicker than he was at the beginning of his seven minutes in heaven now, freeing himself from the tight pants, boxers going along with it, and his cock springs free deliciously, standing tall and proud against his tummy.

you groan, almost already falling to your knees like you are planning to do soon. it’s an adjective you don’t think you’ve ever used on any of the guys you’ve been with, but jeongguk’s cock is pretty. its pink tip matches his lips, swollen from the harsh biting, and it doesn’t look rough. it has just the perfect length, girth, and when it twitches under your awe, you see it bend subtly to the right.

you smile, meeting his face again, delirious need written all over it, “stroke your cock with the hand you touched me with,” the second the order is out your lips, he’s already working himself. you can see him trying to go at a merciful speed, his grip loose, and it makes you grin amusedly, “mh, aren’t you so obedient. let me have a taste, gguk.”

you clearly have noticed that he’s not as quick on his feet as he usually is, brain clouded, so you once again take it upon yourself to lead his hand, this time introducing two of his fingers in your warm mouth. you hum loudly around the thick digits, eyes rolling back, and you speak around them, “fuck, you wanna try that?”

you don’t wait for him to reply, knowing it would get him minutes that you sadly don’t have to formulate a senseful answer, and you simply feed him his own fingers, carefully watching the way he lets his cheek hollow around them. you chuckle feverishly, “we taste so good together, don’t we?”

he nods eagerly, eyes glassy with more tears, and you think you can see one drop at the side of his face just as you fall to your knees in front of his seated body, your pretty figure even smaller from his view, and he’s graced with your bug eyes staring up at him through long lashes.

you don’t waste any more time, knowing there’s not much left in the heaven you’ve created for your own, and you wrap your ravenous mouth around him, showing none of the previous mercy in your speed.

he lets his mouth hang open, moans uncontrollably loud, and he needs to grab the sides of his stool to get the illusion of some sort of power still left within him. he closes his eyes in bliss, but quickly snaps them open when he realizes what he’s missing.

you’re bobbing your head up and down his length, and you still manage to maintain that dainty elegance that characterizes you, slim fingers gripping around the base and making up for the spots you can’t reach. he pants on the verge of a heart attack, pitch high as he begs, “fuck. look— look up at me, please.”

you do, aligning yourself better to meet his frenzied state, eyes communicating all the words you can’t say, too engaged in having him unravel all over your lips. he groans at the eye contact, thinking back to all the times he’s seen this exact scene flash behind his closed eyelids, and he’s a fool for even believing his mere imagination could compare.

it will never be enough, never again. not after this. not after knowing what you look like as you devote yourself to him, precise movements getting him closer, the way your tongue flickers out to reach down further and how you let his tip meet the back of your throat finally causing him to snap his hips up involuntarily, and before he can say something to warn you, he’s painting your warm mouth with his cum.

ropes of white, hot liquid spill out from you, but you promptly collect all of it, making sure not a single drop is missed, gulping it down with eager want. you wordlessly smile up at him, infatuated with the way his chest heaves and his lips part, trying to regain some composure.

he thinks he will need hours to fully recover. and he’s not even sure he wants this moment to end, blurting his predominant thought out before he knows it, “i wanna make you feel good, too.”

you chuckle as you get up, quickly soothing your knees before collecting your panties from the ground and walking back inside them, “it’s okay, baby. this was my birthday gift for you, hm? besides, we don’t have much time left before the others come in.”

“but…”

jeongguk helplessly watches as you get dressed, cringing at the stickiness of your wet core but nonetheless slipping your flowy dress back on. he just had the best orgasm of his life from the girl he firmly believes to be the love of his life, and he doesn’t get to give it back. oh, he feels like an absolute asshole.

you seem to read it all simply by scanning his face fondly, words soft, “that doesn’t mean you won’t get to do that, you cute boy. you will, and soon.”

when you’re done fixing the creases over your clothes, you walk to him and help him back in his jeans. tucking his softening length in, you lift up the zip of his pants and you’re glad for the way the patch of your wetness seems to have dried.

standing between his spread legs, you brush a hand through his hair, tenderly watching the way his curls fall and tickle his forehead. you smile and whisper quietly, “i got your number from dahye. i’ll text you, okay?”

he gulps, nodding hastily at your rhetorical question and feeling the blush creep up his neck. god, he must look like a total fool, “o—okay…”

humming lowly, you press your lips to his cheek, then to the tip of his nose, “you’re so pretty, you know that? don’t be sad.” next, your mouth rests on his, molding in a kiss that has his eyes shooting wide, and that ends way before he can even realize what’s happening. you chuckle at his expression, and you can’t resist another peck before promising, “happy birthday, gguk.”

[mortqlprojections]

Azriel…

Azriel tenderly whispering, "Easy, my sweet," when you spend your first night together. "Go slow, I don’t want to hurt you."

Azriel prasing you. He kisses you softly, passionately, his thumb caressing your collarbone. "You are taking me so well, angel. You make me feel so good."

Azriel drawling, "Your mouth looks so pretty around my cock."

Azriel groaning deeply, head tipped back. A guttural sound leaving him when your fingers brush over his wings. "That’s it. That’s my good girl."

Azriel breathing, "Fuck, just like that," when you make his head spin.

Azriel murmuring, his damp lips brushing your ear, "Fuck, baby, we fit so well. You are taking me so well."

Azriel chuckling, a smirk on his lips, "So needy for my cock, my pretty little slut."

Azriel whispering, "I love you, my beautiful angel," in the dead of night, his wings and arms wrapped around you.

Azriel growling, "On your knees, baby. Open your mouth."

Azriel waking you with a kiss and saying, "Good morning, beautiful."

Azriel leaning into your ear, murmuring, "I can‘t wait until we get home and this dress lands on the floor."

Azriel growling, "You’re mine."

Azriel, eyes brimming with tears, saying, "You are my mate."

Azriel, his heart frantically beating in his chest, breathing, "I love you."

Azriel whispering, a sheepish smile on his lips, "Can you hold my hand?"

Azriel whimpering and moaning when you give him head.

Azriel catching your ear lobe between his teeth, his front pressing against your back, murmuring, "I need you so bad."

Azriel whispering, "Come for me."

Azriel growling, "Let me hear you, baby. I need to hear you when you come," while he’s thrusting into you at an relentless pace, fucking you hard into the mattress.

Azriel mumbling, lips pressed against the side of your face, "I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day."

[mortqlprojections]

A Night with Nyx (established relationship with Azriel, sweet moment with a sleepy Nyx)

The late afternoon sun cast golden light across the House of Wind, the warmth of the day lingering as the Inner Circle gathered for their usual relaxation. It had been a peaceful afternoon filled with laughter, stories, and a delicious spread of food. You and Azriel had spent most of it curled up together, your mate’s wing draped protectively behind you as everyone basked in the rare, calm moment of family bonding.

As the day drew to a close and everyone began to part ways, Feyre gathered up a sleepy Nyx, who had been nodding off in her arms. His small body was curled against her chest, his eyes half-closed as he blinked slowly, fighting the pull of sleep.

But just as Rhys stood and reached for Nyx, the little boy stirred, his drowsy voice breaking through the soft conversations.

"I want to stay with Auntie and Uncle Az tonight."

Everyone paused. Feyre and Rhys exchanged a glance, and a soft chuckle rippled through the group. Rhys smirked knowingly, his eyes flashing with amusement as he turned to you and Azriel. “Looks like you two have been claimed for the night.”

Azriel, sitting beside you, had his shadows swirling faintly around him, his eyes lighting up as he glanced from Nyx to you. He had a soft spot for the child—everyone knew that. But the idea of spending the night with a tiny, wriggling toddler wasn’t exactly his idea of rest. Yet, you saw the way his face softened, his affection evident despite his usually cool demeanor.

You smiled, leaning into him slightly. “Of course, Nyx can stay with us.” Your voice was gentle, knowing Nyx was moments away from falling asleep entirely.

Feyre sighed, smiling gratefully. “Are you sure? He can be a handful, even when he’s tired.”

Azriel chuckled, his hand resting on your lower back as he nodded. “We’ll manage.” His voice was calm, steady. And while his expression was composed, you could sense the tenderness in his tone. There was something about Azriel’s quiet strength that even a small child like Nyx seemed to be drawn to.

Rhys grinned, bending down to ruffle his son’s hair. “Good luck, then,” he said, his voice teasing. “Don’t be surprised if he takes over the entire bed.”

You laughed softly as Feyre handed Nyx over, his little arms reaching for you sleepily. As you held him close, the warmth of his tiny body against you, your heart swelled. Azriel stood, wrapping a protective wing around both you and Nyx as you moved to leave.

As the two of you walked back to the townhouse, Nyx nestled in your arms, you felt Azriel’s hand brush against your back. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

You glanced up at him, amused. “It’s one night, Az. I think we can handle him.”

Azriel’s shadows danced around his feet, betraying his own soft amusement. “It’s not him I’m worried about. You know he’s going to want to sleep between us.”

You laughed quietly. “We’ll survive.”

As you entered the townhouse, Nyx had already fallen asleep in your arms, his tiny fists curled up against your chest. Azriel gently guided you upstairs to your shared bedroom, where he helped you settle Nyx in the middle of the bed. The little boy immediately sprawled out, taking up as much space as possible, his small body looking even tinier on the large mattress.

Azriel stood beside the bed, watching the scene with a rare, soft smile. His shadows had calmed, swirling lazily at his feet, reflecting the quiet contentment in his soul.

You slipped into bed beside Nyx, and Azriel followed, lying down on the other side. He carefully spread his wings to create a barrier, ensuring Nyx wouldn’t roll off the bed in his sleep.

For a moment, the room was silent, save for the soft, steady breathing of Nyx between you. The warm glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across the room, creating a serene atmosphere.

Azriel’s hand found yours beneath the blanket, his fingers lacing through yours as you both lay there, watching the peaceful rise and fall of Nyx’s small chest. The quiet intimacy of the moment wasn’t lost on you—Azriel’s love for you, for this newfound family you had created together, was clear in every silent gesture, every gentle touch.

“I think he’s officially claimed you as his favorite aunt,” Azriel whispered, his voice low and filled with affection.

You smiled softly, squeezing his hand. “And I think you might be his favorite uncle.”

Azriel’s lips quirked in a soft smile, his golden eyes gleaming in the dim light. “Well, I can’t complain. He’s a good kid.”

You both lay in comfortable silence, the weight of the day slipping away as you watched over Nyx together. There was something profoundly beautiful about the way Azriel, the shadowsinger feared by so many, was so gentle, so loving, with those he cared about.

And as you lay there, cocooned in the warmth of your small family, you couldn’t help but think that there would be many more nights like this in your future—full of love, laughter, and the quiet strength that came from being together.

[mortqlprojections]

PART 2 OF PRISONER!GETO

prisoner!geto who can’t stop thinking about late at night, getting so worked up and horny, the most horny he’s been in a while. He’s pulling his pants down, closing his eyes while he pictures the way your scrubs clung to your body and showed off your ass. He thanks god he doesn’t have a bunkie or else he’d be in a real awkward position. He purposely gets into another fight a week later, the wound on his lip opening back up. He’s smiling to himself as he gets walked to the infirmary knowing he’ll see you there.

“Not you again,” you sigh.

“Told you I’d see you soon, doctor.” He sits on the small bed, watching as you put on gloves and examine his busted lip. He can tell you’re avoiding eye contact with him, trying your hardest to ignore his stares and slight touches. “Have you thought about my offer yet?” He asks.

You gulp, blinking as you rub the ointment over his wound. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You play stupid, but you remember your last conversation so clearly. It makes you nervous. All he does is laugh.

“Come on. I’ll even beg.” He grabs your wrist, slowing pulling it down, a smug smirk on his handsome face. “You telling me you haven’t thought about it once since we last seen each other?” He whispers. He parts his legs, pulling you in between them. And god, you smell so good. So sweet. He could just eat you up right here.

You stand there, unable to form words because as much as you want to say no, you want to say yes. He makes your heart race and your pussy wet. What a sly bastard. With his stupid tattoos, muscles, hair and chiseled face. You hate how much effect he has on you.

“Listen,” he rubs a hand down your waist, “meet me in the supply closet by the showers during lunchtime if you’re really down.” He flashed a smile before standing to his feet and walking out the infirmary. “Bye, bye, doctor.”

Come lunchtime, you walked through the halls of the prison, mentally cursing at yourself. It’s just one time, one time. You bet he won’t even be there, that he’s just playing a stupid joke cause he’s bored with himself. And as you reach out to open the supply door, your heart beats against your ribcage, looking around to find the halls empty. You step in, seeing him leaning against the wall, the faint rays of light allowing you to make out some of his features. “Well, look who it is,” he chuckles. “Came here to help me out, doc?” He walks over to you, trapping you between him and the door.

“Shut up already and let’s get it over with.” You smash your lips on his, kissing him with such urgency and fervor. His large hands grab at your ass, squeezing and groping it as he pushes you against the wall, knocking a few things over. You both pull away, breathing heavily, lips swollen. “We gotta be quick,” you whisper, undoing his jumpsuit while he pulls down your pants.

“More eager than I am, huh?” He teases, earning an eye roll from you. “Come here.” He bends you over the small wooden table, snatching your panties off and getting a good feel of your ass. His dick jumps, pre cum already leaking from the swollen tip. He’s already so worked up, so ready to feel your wet and tight cunt. “Fuck,” he grunts, running his head over your sopping slit, nudging your clit slightly. “Already so fucking wet.”

He pushes his throbbing tip past your folds, a small gasp leaving your lips when you feel how thick he is. Inch by inch you feel the stretch, you mouth agape as you try and grow accustomed to his size. Geto’s entire body shivers, his fingers pressing into your skin so hard you’re sure he’d leave marks. “Ohhh shit,” he lets out a shaky breath. God, it’s been so fucking long since he’s had some good pussy and he can already tell he won’t last long. He finally bottoms out, feeling your walls clench around his length, sucking him in. “My god,” he laughs in your ear. “Lemme just enjoy this feeling—fuckkk—for a moment,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut.

He finally starts moving his hips, feeling his tip press against your cervix with each thrust. With each passing second, he gets faster, fucking your harder and rougher, your pussy has got him in a trance. “Pussy feels so fucking good,” he grips your hips, pulling you back towards him so you can meet his thrusts. One of his hands reach around your throat, gripping it just enough as he pulls you back against his broad chest. “Do you fuck all of your patients or am I just special?” He jokes.

“Mmmm…shut—ah—up!” You cry out, whimpering when he presses up against you, finding a new angle that makes your eyes roll back. “Just keep fucking me,”you say with a raspy breath.

“Doctors orders.” He can feel the way your pussy leaks, your juices dripping down his shaft and make his cock ache like never before. It almost hurts. He hold you tighter against him, the sound of skin on skin filling the small room. “You take it so well,” he breathes against your skin, pressing wet kisses to your neck. “So fucking well.” His thrusts grow sloppier, chasing his own orgasm. But in the distance, he hears the guards walking down the hall. “Shh, shh, shh.” His hand covers your mouth, his thrusts becoming slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of his cock, every vein, every pulse before hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you.

Your eyes squeeze shut, trying your hardest to keep quiet, the guard getting closer and closer. Their keys jingle with each step and their voices grow louder. “Atta girl. You feel how fucking deep I am…shiittt. Keep fucking squeezing me like that—yeah, yeah you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” His brows furrow as he bites down as his bottom lip in attempts to contain his moans, but his abs tense up and his entire body shakes before he’s filling you up, stuffing you with his sticky, hot cum. “No, no, don’t you dare move. Just like thattt, oh yes!” His eyes roll back, still cumming. His pushes his cum deeper inside of you, feeling it leak back out before he finally pulls out.

Geto truly wishes he could’ve had more time with you. His mouth drooling over the mere thought of how you taste, wanting to make you cum on his tongue, but for now he’ll have to settle for this. “You came inside me, asshole!” You pull your pants back up, turning to face him.

“Couldn’t let it go to waste.” He reaches out and stroke your cheek. “Right?”

“Whatever.” You swat his hand away. “Where are my underwear?” You look around the dimly lit room before realizing he was holding them.

“I’ll be keeping these for later,” he swung them in your face before stuffing them in his pocket.

“You’re such a pervert.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You have my cum running down your leg right now.” He places a finger under your chin, tilting it towards him as he leans down and kisses you slowly, his tongue sliding over yours before catching your bottom lip. “Mmm, thank you, doctor.” He smiles before kissing you once more.

You push him off of you, trying to process everything you just did right now. It was so wrong but it felt so right, so good, so intoxicating. “If it makes you feel any better, I get out in six months.”

“No. This was a one time thing.” You place a hand on his chest, shaking your head.

“Was it? Cause I don’t think it was. Not with the way your pussy was squeezing around me. It was almost like she was made for me.” He cups your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes searches yours, a smile forming at the corner of his lips. “Yeah…it definitely isn’t the last time.”

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NERD GETO!

SYNOPSIS...sfw and nsfw headcanons of nerd!geto

INFO...nerd!geto x fem!reader, they’re in college, fluff, oral (f! & m! receiving), panty stealing, jerking off, groping, hand jobs, squirting, doggy, reverse cowgirl, subby geto, praise, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

SFW

nerd!geto who only ends up becoming close with you because you would always fall asleep in class and he’d be the only one to wake you up. “Hey, uh, the bell rang. It’s time to go.”

nerd!geto who quickly befriends you, thanks to your outgoing nature. You end up talking to him more and thanking him for being the one to wake you even when he doesn’t have to

nerd!geto who expresses his interests to you the closer you become. You learn that he’s super into video games and technology

nerd!geto who invites you over to his house to help you with some school work that you’ve been stuck on because the teacher is ass at teaching, geto laughs and agrees with you, telling you he’s had to teach himself the subject

nerd!geto who ends up showing you his favorite games, going into heavy detail about each one while you just sit there and smile at him

nerd!geto who apologizes profusely when he feels he’s been rambling for too long, he gets super embarrassed. But when you tell him that it’s cute, a blush spreads across his face and he looks away from you

nerd!geto who gets super confused when you start sitting next to him at lunch, he usually sits alone or with another person he doesn’t even exchange a word with, but he’s happy when he sees you

nerd!geto who shares some of his food with you, he brings food from home and you always say how good it looks so he ends up packing some extra just for you

nerd!geto who likes to walk you home after school, he likes spending as much time with you as possible. “Thank you for walking me home.” You kiss his cheek and he swears he could feel his heart stop. “Geto? You okay?”

nerd!getowho has a fat crush on you now, and he ends up writing you a note expressing his feelings because he’s way too nervous to send a text or say it in person. So, he ends up leaving the note in your locker and watches you read it while looking at the corner

nerd!geto who avoided you after he expressed his feelings, afraid of rejection, so he went to the library instead of lunch and went straight home instead of walking you. He was confused when he heard a knock on his door and saw you. “You asshole! You’ve been avoiding me all day!” You said in disbelief.

“Im sorry—” you cut him off by kissing him, cupping his face. Geto nearly faints, like actually.

nerd!geto who immediately asks you to be his girlfriend, cheeks flushed red and eyes wide, he needed to ask before he ends up fainting or something like that

nerd!geto who likes to be close to you, holding your hand and hugging you, you never expected him to be touchy but you weren’t complaining

nerd!geto who ends up buying a second gaming controller that way when you come over, he could teach you how to play his favorite games

nerd!geto who likes the way you smell, he always asks what perfume you’re wearing or what shampoo you use

nerd!geto who lets you practice nail art on him, you told him that you wanted to start doing nails but had no one to practice on, he volunteered to help

nerd!geto who secretly slips money into your wallet when he sees you’re running low, he’ll never admit but he loves seeing your confused expression when looking at the extra bills in your hand

NSFW

nerd!geto who explained to you that he’s not a virgin but he’s never really gotten the full experience. He only lost it when he was dragged to a stupid party and played 7 minutes in heaven with some random girl he didn’t know. He was practically still a virgin in his own way

nerd!geto who’s never gotten head before so you decided to surprise him one time while he was playing his game. You crawled under his desk and pulled his boxers down. “Baby? What are you—ah!” He can’t explain the feeling but he knew it felt good. He couldn’t focus on his game and his hips kept stuttering, your mouth felt too good around him. His hands immediately grabbed onto your hair while he let out the most angelic moans

nerd!geto who has never given head before so he gets nervous when you ask him to eat you out. You can tell by the look on his face he’s never done it before, so you teach him and goddamn is he a fast learner. “Like this?” He asks, pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt while he laps at your swollen clit. He hopes he’s doing a good job

nerd!geto who made you squirt and gets surprised when he sees you writhing and moaning, your pussy leaking. He’s only seen it in porn before but something about making his girlfriend squirt flipped a switch in him. He wants to make you do it again, so he slurps up your juices and keeps going

nerd!geto who steals your panties. He’s lowkey a pervert. He stuffs them into his pocket and takes them home with him, using them to jerk off with or sniffing them. He ends up cumming so much and can’t stop, overstimulating himself

nerd!geto who likes cumming on your ass or titties, something about seeing you painted with his cum really gets him off, he can’t explain it

nerd!geto who fucks rough! He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it either, he just loves how good you feel and he can’t get enough of you. Like face down ass up type of thing. You’re super sore after

nerd!geto who’s super touchy, groping your ass and titties any chance he gets. He’ll have you sit on his lap while he toys with your titties, rubbing his thumbs over your hard nipples

nerd!geto who’s a pretty moaner. He’s super vocal, cursing, praising you any chance he gets

nerd!geto who likes having his hair pulled, he’s sort of a switch so whenever he feels submissive, pulling on his hair really gets him in the mood. He especially loves it when you pull on it when he’s eating your pussy

nerd!geto who loves any position where he can see your ass jiggle. Doggy? Yes. Reverse cowgirl? Yes. He just wants to spank and squeeze your ass while he fucks you or you fuck him

nerd!geto who loves handjobs. You’re always so mean to him, edging him or overstimulating him. Your titties are in his face while you praise him and stroke the head of cock, smearing the pre-cum down length. “You’re such a good boy, suguru,” you coo in his ear

nerd!geto who falls asleep with you after sex, holding you in his arms, later when you guys get up you take a shower together and play video games

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FEVER FEVER FEVER

Synopsis. Sèx pollen - it’s never felt so good.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, sèx pollen, PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, creampíes, bréeding, making them whímper, oraI (fem), true form Sukuna, Sukuna’s two mouths, ínappropríate use of jujutsu, 7:3 technique, GOJO’S POWERS, matíng presses, overstím, bóndage, first times (Choso), losing control, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Can you guess the title reference heheh?

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - WICKED!

Toji Fushiguro swears he isn’t affected - he swears that stupid, stray technique didn’t actually hit him when finishing off today’s job.

After all, it’s not like he’s some weak, pathetically needy-

“Please, doll.” Toji gasps - he heaves - hot and heavy between your pretty legs. Letting his roughened tongue slide its pathway across that perky scar sitting right on the edge of his white-glossed lip, re-tasting you. Himself. And he can feel the way his overworked tip twitches at that cute wide-eyed gaze of yours, mouth dropping at him begging. “Don’t make me ah- say any of that s-stupid stuff again.”

You huff out a low bout of teasing laughter that makes him flinch, “Hmm, but I don’t think I heard you properly, baby?”

God, he wished he couldn’t smell your sweet saccharine scent fogging up his mind, he wished the mere sound of your honeyed tone didn’t have him gushing out in another sweltering hot wave. Growling, “W-when this is over I swear—”

“Time’s ticking…”

Damn.

“P-please-” The word comes out strangled - pained. “Can I p-put it back inside, ma?”

It’s a beg - a plea.

One that has Toji’s ears flushing an angry red, and his eyes looking up at you tearily in a way that uttered he’d die right now if he didn’t get another taste of your heavenly cunt.

You can barely even start to let your head shake with a nod before a choked-up groan bursts from Toji’s wobbly lips. And he’s flipping you over with one simple push of his large, strong arms attached roughly onto your hips. Pushing your pliantly face into the soft, silken pillows on all fours like he couldn’t bear hearing any more of those sweet sounds of yours. For the sake of his sanity. 

“Yes-” he gasps, digits curling around his thick hilt to guide them into a pretty peck against your cunt. “Yes yes yes yes- finally- ah finally-”

He’s drooling. Still so greedy even after hours now. 

Swollen cock so rawly red and angry, he’s splattering out freshly translucent swashes of precum against your puckered hole. Creamy and drizzled with rings of cum from just before that he hadn’t been able to lap up mere moments earlier. 

Toji couldn’t get enough- he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t think it’s even physically possible. 

“Can’t believe what ya d-do to me-” His words are hushed, unsteady - like they were on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. Pressing a lingering trail of kisses down your arched spine, he gulps in your heady pheromones. “-oh, s’not even that fucking p-pollen, ya have no fuckin’ idea.” 

But ah he gets even harder at your scent. Shuddering out a heavy groan, every powerful limb of Toji’s utterly loosening at the way your toasty cunt was hugging him so tightly all over again. You’re being massaged against his mouth-watering abs when he pushes even further in-

“Where the fuck do you think you’re g-going, huh?”

It takes you a few cockdrunken seconds to realize that this is Toji talking to you - deep baritone a few octaves higher, cracking ever-so-slightly at the end in a way you’d never even imagined before. And a few more to recognize that you’d been clawing at the rickety headboard, jittery hips sneaking mere inches away from his ruthless size. 

You’re gasping, letting go immediately. “I-I didn’t mean- you’re just so big, Toji.”

And, truly, he was. 

There’s so much of him.

You didn’t know whether it was the sex pollen that had him fitting out the snug inches of his girth so massively bigger than usual. Strawberry tip red and painting your puffy pussy lips to be dripping wet, it seemed like just the tiniest piston has his rotund head spreading open your taut insides. 

Has Toji’s head reeling. Has him getting angry at the slightly melty recoil that had his bawling tip parting from your insides for a split-second. 

Addicted. 

But this makes Toji hiss, it makes his strong arms wrap around your waist in a vice-like bodylock. Eyes crinkling with watery beads of tears, he catches your lips in a filthy, filthy kiss. “No- don’t fuckin- you can fucking take it- want it- need it, ma, please- think m’gonna die without ya-”

Gripping harshly onto your hips to slam into the very depths of your pussy, he’s feeding your sopping slit with every his girthy inch. All the way until his hefty balls kiss wetly up against your ass. 

THUD!

“Oh shit-” your voice quivers, eyeing the sagging end of the bed. “Toji, you broke the-”

But that didn’t matter to Toji. Why would it?

SLAM!

In fact, it’s the fucking last thing he could think about before swiftly maneuvering your body to press against the fucking floor with a strained gruff. 

And in a split-second, something muscular and weighty is being pressed onto the back of your head. You gasp when you realize that it’s Toji’s foot, angling his gyrating hips perfectly right to swipe an oozing glide of wispy precum down your battered g-spot. 

He’s panting - heaving out, “Heh, s-spread ‘em-” Frantically kneeing apart your limp legs wider, “oh, yeah tha’s it. Shhh sh sh-” You didn’t know whether Toji was trying to soothe you or his greedy self. “Take this f-fuckin’ cock f’me, alright?”

Splaying out one palm midway down your stomach to massage and feel for his riotous nudge, exactly where he could feel himself ramming in for the nth time. Over and over- 

Hmm…maybe this sex pollen wasn’t too bad. 

“W-what?” You’re whirling your bleary gaze over your shoulder to sputter and Toji registers that his drunken mouth has accidentally babbled out loud. 

But the only response you mercifully get is Toji spooning his fingers down to swirl over your neglected clit. A sleazy grin smearing all over his face at the way his thick digits slip and slide from how coated your sensitive nub was with his seed. 

“M’jus’ s-sayin, ma-” he grins, and you feel his tight, cum-filled balls thwack! thwack! thwack! against your overstuffed cunt even harder. More wickedly. “This sex pollen’s making me a bit…hungry again.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 7:3

“M-my love-” Nanami hisses through a wince at the way his rich baritone was breaking pathetically - hoarse, choked-up. He’s never felt this way. Never. “J-jus’ one more?”

Never been so greedy. So horny.

Like he’d die if he doesn’t paint your pretty pussy white.

And if the way your husband had you folded into a mean mess of a mating press wasn’t enough to agree, he’s planting a pretty peck right against the battered bullseye of your g-spot with his swollen tip. Hard. 

The spongy cushion making him collapse onto his elbows with a groan, repeating his same, syrupy mantra. “Please o-one more-”

Nanami’s stamina was incredible by itself but now?

Now it had you blinking back your sobbing tears, swiping away the sweat-dampened strands of blond from his face with a trembly hand, “Only one more?”

Oh, Nanami’s voice opens to agree, his lips crack open to repeat them- those words barely babbling out of his loose mouth before your clingy walls suddenly give him a tempting squeeze. And any and all rational thought is sucked thoroughly out of him-

“I-I don’t know-” he’s breathing out, letting his head fall into the safety of the crook of your neck. Hips still stuttering forwards to spearhead into your gummy depths. Mindlessly. He could feel the drippingly wet slosh of his cum coating his shaft. Drinking in your sweet, sweet scent, “Don’t- don’t know why this is happening. Don’t know if it’s ‘nough- don’t hngh- know if it’ll ever be. J-jus’ want you a pretty m-momma, darling.”

And it’s all that he’s been thinking about for the whole day now.

Right from the very second he’d been hit with a special grade technique during a mission, to the moment that Nanami had stormed up to your apartment and taken you right then and there on the living room floor.

Hours ago.

“P-please-” 

Nanami doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but it’s just about all that he can sputter out like a little prayer. 

However, you do, apparently. Flashing him a cockdrunken smile that makes his breath hitch, and his tip bawl out a new velvety wave of precum that splatters against the ends of your cervix. You hum, “Mhm- o-one more, Ken–”

Immediately being shut up by a sudden slam! into your sweetest spots, he’s rutting in so deep, so thoroughly that you’re left deliriously wondering whether the circumference of his girth would be left indented onto your melty walls. Again. And again and again and- shit, was he using his jujutsu?

Was he even in control?

“Can’t stop- can’t stop can’t stop- I-it’s like-” Jackhammering pound after angry pound so hard that you’re being pushed further and further up the floor. “You’re too good to me- no!” he cries, accidentally sliding out from between your glossy folds to smack! smack! smack! his furiously reddened cock down the splatters of seed that drip down from your slit. Twitching until he bullies back in- “-promise m’gonna m-make it up to ya- hah- promise m’not gonna miss.”

And then he’s letting your unsteady fingers clutch tightly around the silky fabric of that yellow, speckled work tie that he hadn’t even bothered removing. “H-hold onto this- hold- in case I get too…” 

“Ken-” you hiss, feeling the cold circumference of Nanami’s wedding ring prod at your clit. So full you have the distinct thought that you could almost explode. “M’not s-sure if it’ll fit though-”

But Nanami didn’t want that - couldn’t even bear the thought-

“W-won’t fit?” Nanami shudders, eyes wide. “It won’t…won’t fit?” 

Sounding so devastated. 

Cracking a low whine at the very back of his throat when he immediately flinches away - spreading out his rounded fingers across your stomach to press. He coats his warm cock with a sudden gleam of cum eagerly, “S’this o-okay now? Will- will it fit, my love?”

And it’s so, so filthy.

You’re mewling like such a slut, “Yes- yes yes yes yes- m-more-”

Nanami was practically burning up, heaving for air. His feverish pleas panting out condensely against your face. 

“Gonna fill this ngh- cute cunt up until she’s overspilling.” Rummaging his dick inside your gooey cunt dangerously accurately, grazing up the thumping pace of his veins down the crevices of all your sensitive spots. Even hidden ones. “Have you all round and ah- glowing with my kid.” Uncharacteristically leaving a sodden swat! at your plump clit to watch your gush out in another creamy ring. “Can’t rest- can’t fuckin’ stop until I do. Feels like m’burning.”

Your fingers wrap even more desperately around his tie, pulling - hauling.

Yes, he gulps. This is what he wanted - what he needed. What the pollen was begging him for. 

His lips leer down to glissade wetly across your own, not even a kiss because he could barely even manage one. Unable to even raise his droopy eyes to meet your stare, “-hah- what do you want- t-tell me what you want, my wife.”

Your own lips quiver. “I-I want two babies, Ken-”

Oh. 

Oh, fuck. 

When Nanami was out of control, he was unrecognizable. 

Hips slamming against yours in a few more sloppy strokes, before filling up every empty space with hot pumps of his seed. Voluminous. It’s spurting against your walls with a wet thwack! and not even your hand around his tie makes him slow down.

The air crackles with a few more sparks of jujutsu - except Nanami couldn’t control it. Couldn’t grasp the way even with his technique, he was so drunk on your pussy that his cock was just barely drawing wet glides of cum down your g-spot. Almost missing. 

Making him malfunction his cursed technique. 

Yet, the only thing you can register is when your own orgasm hits, white-hot tingles flashing down your spine. Toes curling, pulse thundering so loudly in your ears that you almost miss-

“O-one…just one more, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - (Un)affected

“I don’t…I don’t-”

Now, Geto Suguru had absolutely zero idea what he was about to babble away - maybe that he wasn’t affected by that sex pollen curse he’d swallowed, maybe that he wasn’t losing a slight bit of his sanity with every feverish drag of his fingers down his painfully hard cock.

“-don’t need anythin’ but your hngh- pretty face, gorgeous. Help out your leader, would ya?”

And oh, you looked like such a dream below him - with your glassy eyes blinking up at him, tongue darted out so obscenely to catch the stray splatters of his aphrodisiac-like precum. Pearly, winking beads that drip! drip! drip! down his visibly throbbing length. 

His beautiful second-in-command.

And he was so ruined. 

Sounding so pathetic when he whispers, scared at the way he knew his words would crack pathetically at the very end. “B-bring yerself closer, no need to be hah- shy- let me- let me…please.”

But he looked so pretty above you.

Splayed out in such a messy way on the throne for the association leader, dark brows knitted, sweat trickling in glistening rivulets down his forehead. Strands of Geto’s long, dark hair stick to his forehead when he smacks your pouty lips with his angry cock until they’re rubbed raw. 

“Wan’ you to cum, Sugu–” you’re batting your lashes in a way that makes his swollen cock twitch in his hands. Smearing your palms up and down the creamy skin of his muscular, manspread thighs, “-cum on my face, please?”

Fuck, he was so unfairly sensitive right now that just the singular gust of your words hitting his cock made Geto’s abs ripple. Make his entire body wrack with shudder after shudder as his weepy tip spits out a translucent few beads of precum. 

“S-such a naughty mouth.” he’s hissing, trying for the life of him to not act like the simplest glide of your palms had Geto fighting back his high already. “Better be ah- careful. Can’t talk like that n’ not end up s-stuffed full, honey–”

It’s a warning. 

For both of you.

Geto’s finding his roughened digits fly down faster and faster his length, squeezing ever-so-slightly harder near his mushroom slit.

You whine, “But I want that, Sugu.”

You little minx. You evil, evil little-

And he can’t fucking stop the way his hefty balls clench - painfully, obscenely, sluttily in a way that has the pinkish divot at the very end of his cock spurt out in a ribbon of steaming hot seed.

You’re closing your eyes, waiting for more- but Geto has other plans. 

Plans that have him swiping over the thick pad of his thumb to press down hard at the very ruby head of his erection, choking back a slew of swears when he wavers off his orgasm for just a second. Just long enough to drag you upwards with one free hand attaching to your waist. 

Up, up, up-

“Sit on m-my cock, gorgeous-” he’s spitting, wet and panted against your lips. Dizzying. You gasp at the sodden drag of Geto’s bawling tip down your pre-soaked pussy lips, meshing in a wet, wet French kiss. “-c’mon. Ride me. Ride me please- m’burning up.”

And it was the only opportunity you’d get to hear the dangerous Geto Suguru whine, to see him blink his long, teary lashes up at you when you sink your drooling cunt down his girth just an inch. 

He was so warm splitting you open. 

So steaming hot when your tight pussy floods with string wads of cum, such a mind-numbing orgasm that Geto can feel it before he even registers it. One that has his toes curling, his arms locking around your waist to fuck up into you like he hates you. 

“D-don’t get it twisted m’early because of the ah- p-pollen.” he groans, back muscles flexing with every perfect curved arch upwards into your greedy hips. The wet thwack! of skin-on-skin resounds throughout the tatami room and makes Geto drool. Unable to even spell out coherent sentences right now - well, not until he feels your sloppy hips slow down just a tad.

“Sugu- m’tired.”

Truly, his stamina was too much. 

Swat! His fingers leave branding little imprints, before roughly attaching to pinch your pulsing clit, “Work on it, gorgeous- tha’s an order. Because m’not hngh- anywhere near done. Jus’ milk me- milk me dry…oh, yeah let that pretty pussy have her fun-” 

“O-oh fuck fuck fuck-” You clutch precariously at the mahogany woodwork of his chair, thighs aching with the sheer effort to try and bounce your drippingly wet pussy down onto his rudely jostling cock. “-there’s so much- ah- can feel it drippin’ down my thighs-”

“Sh-shut up.” Geto’s managing to get out through grit teeth, planting another unabashed smack on your cunt simply to prove his point. Begging, “God, please- mercy-”

Because your honeyed tone is so sweet, your words so filthy that they have him spurting out a few more fatigued rivers of cum. 

Rasping out the tiniest of whimpers with each of your damp bounces, he makes you work. “O-open that mouth.” And you listen - of course, you do - letting those pretty, spit-glossed lips fall open into a soft ah! All so perfect for him to spit- the taste makes you hot. Burning, like an aphrodisiac. And now you’re feeling dizzy. “Bein’ way too talkative f-for a ngh- second-in-command. Aren’t ya?”

And obviously you don’t point out the slight drizzle of drool that makes its way down the corner of his coral pink lips, obviously you don’t point out just how hot and heavy he was swirling lewdly inside your walls. Stretching you out to the max - still so hard despite cumming for the nth time already.

No, instead, you smile drunkenly. “Why? D-does it affect you, sir?”

Smack!

“Sh-shut up n’ keep riding me, gorgeous.” And you could’ve sworn that Geto’s voice broke.

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Bed chem.

Choso was ruined. Absolutely fucked out…and he was so pathetically embarrassed about it. 

Unable to wrangle the teary ah! ah! ah! ripping from the very depths of his throat every time your drenched cunt was dragging down his sensitive shaft. Still clothed, still glissading along his thumping veins teasingly - but he felt like he could cum already. 

“P-please, baby-” The thick pads of his jittery fingers find their way to the edges of your soaked underwear, hooking inside ever-so-slightly - and the tiniest sneak peek of your puffy pussy lips makes him gulp. “-please I feel like m’gonna hah- die without ya.”

“But, Cho—” And that nickname in your sweetened tone is enough for him to buck right off the silken sheets. “-how am I supposed to help you with the pollen, otherwise? M’jus’ being a good friend.”

You wanted him to say it.

You wanted your best friend to beg.

“I-I…”

And oh, he trails off - because you’re helping him slide your sticky panties just enough down your thighs. Flashing him such a dangerous smile right as you watch Choso’s mouth drop, dark brows scrunching together when he heaves out a moan.

“I d-don’t know, baby- I don’t- I don’t know-” And he felt like he was burning, he felt his melty mind getting dizzier by the minute as your slobbering cunt drags in determined gyrations against him faster. Swollen folds spreading to coat the pattern of his throbbing veins in a gleaming sheen. Humping so ferally. “B-but you smell so good and f-feel so oh- all I want is…” 

You don’t get to hear the rest of his sentence. 

Within a split-second, your panties are left in tiny tatters for him to breathe in. Filthily.

Drinking in his fill before he has one pinning both your wrists behind your back. The other plugging into your cunt to circle a slow swivel enough for him to bully inside-

Heaven. He was in heaven. 

“This. This is what it oh- feels like? This is a-all I want-” he’s hiccuping, voice breaking into such a pretty whine every time his raw cock is tapping against the softest areas of your gummy walls. “-to fuck my p-pretty best friend. All I’ve ever wanted- S’my first ngh- time, y’know?”

You’re fluttering your eyes back open to bore down at Choso’s fucked-out expression. “S’your first time? Wh-why didn’t you ah- tell me, Cho?”

And maybe because he was embarrassed, maybe because all it takes is a single clench of your saturated cunt around his girthy shaft for him to shoot out a few wisps of cum. Half-orgasming already. 

But Choso only plants his powerful thighs flat on the mattress to pressurize his slow drills upwards.

Tentative, almost. As if he wasn’t utterly rummaging your insides, poking at your glossy cervix with sopping wet glides of his fat cock, stretching out your taut channel to massage spots you didn’t even know existed. 

The pollen had him greedier than ever. 

“Mhmm– because th-there’s no one else f’me.” His lower lip wobbles cutely, dewy eyes drooping to an almost closed state with every drag of his cock down your elastic walls. Filthy. Feverish. “S’jus’ for a bit- just- hah- just for the pollen, remember?”

Oh, right. You’re shuffling your hands precariously onto Choso’s bulging pecs to determine your grinds even more thoroughly. Pound after pound that left your ass stinging with impact. It was so hypnotic that you’d almost forgotten about the entire reason you were…helping in the first place. 

You fingers bully between his plump lips, muttering, “Open f’me, Cho?”

And of course Choso would do anything you command in a heartbeat. Anything. The only thing on his mind when he lets his mouth fall slack - just in time for your syrupy stream of spit. Hitting right onto the middle of his tastebuds, swallowing. 

So heady that he half-wonders whether you were the cause of the sex pollen itself. 

Holding back a few strained pleas for mercy, he’s placing a wet line of pecks down the side of your teary cheeks- shit, when did you even start crying? Choso can’t help but let his pinkish tongue loll out to lick a languid stripe up those salty dredges, groaning. 

“Just for the p-pollen and…”

“And what?” you’re crying out, feeling one set of his ringed fingers curl deftly around the nub of your clit. Swiping a wet drag of his rotund pads down the very sensitive edges of the hood, it makes your thighs shiver down even faster to meet Choso’s addicted pace. 

“And then…”

In a split-second, you’re being flipped over so meanly. Splayed out like such a slut on the plush mattress when Choso drags your limp legs up onto the curves of his deltoids, abs flexing and rubbing up against your ass when he folds in half down, down, down into the meanest mating press you’ve never thought possible. 

Choso’s gleamingly sharp canines sink into your ear lobe, breath feverishly hot against your ear. In fact, all of him was absolutely burning right now. Heaving. “-then m’gonna hngh- marry you.” Spitting into your open mouth - broken. Desperate. “F-fuck the talking stage, fuck dating- m’gonna wife you up.” You feel his hips get sloppier and sloppier, spearheading Choso’s fat cock to the very bruised bottom of your pussy. “Shit- gonna propose. Be my wife- the mother of my kids. Breed this cunt- Let me please- ngh- please by my wife.”

Maybe it was the sex pollen that had him babbling so much, maybe it was you.

But either way - Choso doesn’t care. He doesn’t give a shit when you’re opening your lips enough to mumble, “I-I do- Cho.”

His best friend. Enough to make him rut up into you wildly like an animal. Clashing his wet tip over and over in sopping slides down your g-spot. Again. And again and-

And the only answer is Choso’s whimper, “A-and please…can your h-husband cum inside, baby?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Mouthy?!

Sukuna’s hooking two of his fingers into the corner of his mouth - his other mouth. A wide, ravenous smile. Larger, greedier, positioned right underneath your shamefully spread cunt. “Move that damn hand before I hafta do it myself, woman.”

And oh he sounded so impatient - so utterly strained like just a few seconds longer would have Ryomen Sukuna rampaging. 

Your entire body burns with embarrassment, jittery legs almost coming to a close at the feverish pant of his second mouth. Drooling, ravenously condensing out little droplets of saliva that splatter onto your quivering hole like a blank canvas. 

“B-but are you sure, Kuna?” you’re whimpering, biting back tiny gasps at the way his tongue drags its sodden taste-buds along where you were straddling him with your sheeny inner thighs. Face sitting but…not quite. “Y-you’re that needy?”

Oh.

Oh, you should’ve known better than to accuse the infamous King of Curses of being needy - no matter how utterly true it was right about now. 

Sukuna didn’t know what potion Uraume had accidentally knocked into his last meal, but it had him so ruined. He couldn’t even breathe without all the blood in his towering body rushing straight into his painfully swollen cocks, couldn’t even think without feeling like his veins were boiling with the sudden greed to taste you.

Because Sukuna might have had his meal…but he was still starving. In a way he didn’t even know before rolling his tongue past your glossy folds. 

And he was chuckling out a dangerous bout of rumbling laughter that makes your lower lip wobble, “Don’t fuckin’ call me n-needy. M’jus-” Addicted? Hypnotized? Battling with the feeling that he’ll die without your pretty pussy? Deep voice petering out when he couldn’t even begin to justify the way that Sukuna was dragging his lolling tongue down your sodden folds, twirling the very pointed tip over the hood of your clit. “-fuck- I don’t need to give you an explanation, p-puny human. Just ride me.”

That’s all the answer you’re getting before he hunches over - long tongue tunneling even deeper around your melty walls and Sukuna was drooling. Smacking many, many wet kisses.

He’s throwing his head back into the decadently royal pillows with a slight, cracking whimper at the sweet, sweet taste of you on his tongue. Not that he’d ever admit it, of course. Swivelling wetly so that every single bead of your juices drip its silky way into his widely opened mouth. “Jus’ need a taste- just one taste.”

Your juices were like nectar, making the pollen rush.

“C-can you even taste like this, Kuna–?” your voice comes out in tiny whines. Positioning your shivery hands on either side of his shoulders to steady your legs - it just felt so unbearably good. 

Swat! 

And even with his thick, calloused fingertips, it felt like Sukuna was putting in twice the strength to plant a branding smack onto the curve of your jiggling ass. “Silly girl, of course I can taste this pretty cunt of yours-” Smoothing over the raised digits, and bearing you with such a sleazy grin. “-askin’ soo many q-questions, huh?” 

“But-”

Smack! 

“Shh, why don’t we let her speak for a second, now- hm?”

Silencing down his own grunts until all that resounds in the chamber are those sloshing squelches of your cunt dragging back and forth Sukuna’s monstrous tongue. The sounds of his wet muscle gyrating in and out hotly - it was almost burning. 

“Heh, real talkative this one is, too.” he’s snickering. Two of his arms attaching roughly onto your trembly hips, and a third covering your sagging mouth. “-why dontcha hngh- play with this pretty cunt of yours a lil’, brat? Make her all nice n’ even wetter f’me to taste?”

And it’s all you can do to dance one hand down to run over your poorly neglected clit, toying with that nub just the way you liked - and the way Sukuna liked, too. If the way his mouth - both his mouths - were smiling told you anything.

Yet, he wanted more.

“Fuck- fuck, wait.” And Sukuna smacks! away your hand with his free one - he couldn’t even last a few minutes with anyone other than himself staking a slutty claim on your cunt. “Let- let me.” Every roll of his tongue goes hand-in-hand with the meanest little drag of his fat thumb down your clit. At your surprised yelp, “Shut up and ride it.”

You’re clenching your teeth, bouncing your thighs up and down to glissade a ride everywhere from the ridges of Sukuna’s defined abs to the edges of his slurping tongue. 

“Heheh yeah-” he’s giggling - giggling. Drunk on you and your ravenous hips, you were moving against him so filthy at this point and he almost feels himself - the king of curses - blush. Head lolling backwards but eyeing down to watch how spearheaded you were on his tongue, surging in and out in wet sloshes to fuck your pretty cunt open on him. “Clenchin’ around me so tight- looks like you’re gonna cum, hm?”

“I-I am…so close, Kuna-”

“Don’ needa tell me- this cunt is speaking ‘nough for the both of ya. Right about-” Your eyes spark with sudden stars as he leaves another sudden smack! on your ass, your clit, and then one on your thigh. Before pulling- hauling- “-now.”

And the very moment you feel that build-up within your stomach snap - gushing out in wet wave after wave of your orgasm. All you can do is grab on helplessly to the- the headboard?

Blinking open your bleary eyes to realize that you were sitting on Sukuna’s mouth. His actual mouth. Cracked wide open for him to lap up every single bead and splatter of your squirting.

Such a filthy mess.

“There we go-” he’s groaning, eyes falling half-lidded. And through the corner of your eye, you catch the way his second mouth licks its lips devilishly. “-now I’m almost full.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - “D-do you hate me?”

“What?” you’re blinking down at your dear boyfriend. “Of course not, Toru-”

“Then, y-you really think this will hold me back, sweetheart?”

The words are barely out of Gojo’s mouth before he already knows that they’re bluffs, already knows that the strongest is powerless against those thick black blindfolds restraining his wrists to the bedposts - and you. 

You, you, you-

With your trembly legs straddling his lap, hovering your cunt just above his strawberry blushed head so deliciously. Your sodden pussy lips slobbering all the way down his length in a way that Gojo finds dizzying. He just can’t help but tug-

“Now now, I said no pulling.” Your honeyed tone makes his fat tip twitch despite the way it was dripping with a filthy warning. “Jus’ the tip, Toru. Remember?”

Right…not. 

“Yes yes yes yes-” Gojo gasps wetly, feet planting on either side of the mattress to buck up and push. To smear a pretty peck right past your folds and against that tight ring of muscle, hot. And, shit, maybe it was that fucking pollen but Gojo whimpers, how he wished he could touch you. “-jus’ the tip. The tip hngh- please jus’ take me I don’t even c-care.”

But he did.

Oh, how much Gojo cared ever since he’d let himself be hit by that weak sex pollen jujutsu as a joke. 

Never expecting to end up babbling thoroughly pussydrunkenly like this, to have his twitchy cock sinking in a mere inch into your melty walls and feeling like he was about to burst. 

“You say that but this is way more than ‘just the tip’, Toru–”

And Gojo can’t help but look, to snap his teary eyes downwards and drink in the way your puffed-up pussy lips were bulging all around his thick cock. Just barely past his sensitive slit, he could catch that thumping pulse at your cunt like you wanted to milk something delicious. 

“A-are ya sure, pretty?” he’s snickering, gripping on tightly to use the lewd leverage of his ties to rut up, up, up- “Doesn’t l-look like hngh- s’enough to me.”

Shit.

He can’t help the way his prattling mouth sags open when your tight cunt swallows up another greedy inch. And if any of you two had been in a slightly less delirious state of mind, then you’d have noticed the way the dim bedroom lighting flickers, the way your bed shifts. 

Keening at the slight thickening where his hilt was fatter, spearheading your taut pussy so open. It’s like his prominent veins were throb throb throbbing to massage forbidden sweet spots that you didn’t even know existed. 

You’re taking a few sloppy seconds to find your voice, gathering up every shred of will in your body to make sure it doesn’t break. “D-don’t act like you’re hah- forgiven for g-getting yourself into this mess, baby-”

Ah, Gojo practically purrs underneath you. “Jus’ feel like m’gonna d-die without ya-” Bed creaking when he riotously thrusts upwards to match your tantalizing pace with a much sloppier one of his own. That smack-on-smack after every pound music to his ears - but not enough. “But, if you let m-me outta these ngh– ties then maybe I could-”

“Toru…”

Oh, he was in trouble.

But that angry scoff on your pretty features only had Gojo moaning, gulping in desperate heavals of your scented pheromones. Dizzying. 

“Satoru.”

Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, Gojo was out of control. 

Head throwing back at your voice, lips gasping. Furiously ramming upwards into you with every ounce of strength he had - and Gojo could feel his limbs weaken, his bones ache with fatigue but he needed more. 

Maybe it was the pollen, probably it was him.

Burning for it.

“Aww don’ be like that. J-just the tip- just the tip-” he’s hiccuping out, eyes rearing almost half-closed. Sweat drips down the middle of his spine, your slick smears down in a wet gush onto his tufts of white when your pussy lips kiss his toned pelvis. Way past the tip but Gojo couldn’t stop- “-a little more-” Pushing mindlessly deeper, “-the tip- fuck you can take it- jus ah-” Wouldn’t stop. Can’t stop.

“Toru-” your words pitch into something pathetically whiny now. “-m’so close…”

He already knew

Of course, he already knew. His six eyes could catch that extra wad of drool coating your inner walls, the way your rapid pulse was probing even louder against his overwhelmed cock. Almost painfully. 

“Mhm– I know I know-” he gasps, ripping out a guttural moan when you’re craning over your pretty self to lick a path down the side of that sliver of drool at his mouth. “-cum f’me then- cum- hngh- cum on my cock, please?”

“I should hah- leave you right now, for lying about j-just the tip.”

But who was Gojo Satoru against you?

The slight threat only just leaves your glossed lips before he feels a stubborn pricking behind his eyes. Fuck, what a spectacle this would be to anyone right now. Big, bulbous tears crinkling down the side of his cheeks, Gojo bats his wet lashes innocently up at you. “Please?”

And with a shudder, you’re cumming - crashing headfirst into your orgasm. 

Fuck, you’re wondering whether this curse was contagious with how strong those waves of your high are. Peak after peak and only much, much later do you realize that Gojo’s already ripped straight through his restraints.

Left as mere tatters by the pillow when he latches on roughly to your waist and pounds up his drilling rams, over and over to target your poor, bruised g-spot. Fucking you through your high, vision swimming, lights exploding- 

And Gojo doesn’t even realize he’s cumming until he’s managing to crack his glowing eyes open to bore down at the milky ring of white painting around his thick hilt. Gasping in wonderment, he’s running a singular digit down the glossy puddle - before popping it into his mouth. Sucking. 

“Sweetheart…would you h-hate me if I said I’m ah- still feeling the sex pollen?”

“...”

A/N. Hope you lovelies have a great dayyyy <3

Plagiarism not authorized.

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r/AmItheAsshole u/toadtoru

AITA FOR STEALING MY HOOKUPS CAT?

I (21f) have been hooking up with this really hot guy (21m). Recently, he’s been acting really weird though. And then I found out he stole his ex-best friend’s cat?

pairing: suguru geto x fem! reader contents: smut, cunnilingus, praise, degradation (cocksleeve, slut), pet names (baby, pretty girl), prone bone, he grabs readers hair (no description of texture or length), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, themes of worship wordcount: 3.5k alba's note: i read this post half a year ago and i still think it's the funniest thing ever. reddit theme inspired by this amazing fic by @/gorehsk, one of the first jjk fics i read on here!!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOCKS DO NOT INTERACT

Satoru’s eyes are red. There are red rims surrounding them, showing you he’s clearly been crying, and he looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here. 

You’re not sure why he’s here, actually, and not at his apartment, where he can mourn in private. Maybe he doesn’t like how quiet it is now that Suguru moved out. (Moved out is perhaps too nicely put. Moreso left in the middle of the night without even leaving a note.)

You shift awkwardly in your seat. You didn’t want to be here either, but Shoko begged you. You glance towards the bar of the club, where she’s standing, talking up some tall, dark-haired girl. 

God, you wish you were anywhere but here. 

Your phone feels like it’s burning a hole in your pocket. You want to check your notifications so bad, see if he’s texted you, but you can’t because Satoru is sniffling and rambling. 

“I told him to stay, so we could talk it out, you know? But he just kept going on and on, oh, I’m not like you, Satoru, and like, I get that, but why won’t he just—” You nod, trying to seem interested, but it’s been weeks, and all Satoru ever talks about is his breakup with Suguru. Friendship breakup, that is, but nevertheless you have no doubt whatever he is experiencing, it’s probably more painful than any actual breakup you’ve gone through. 

The two have pretty much always been inseparable, ever since they roomed together in freshman year. You’re all seniors now, and the two have stayed living together, even though they moved off campus two years ago. (Satoru let it slip that his parents bought him a penthouse. When asked why he didn't live there he smiled. "Well, then I wouldn't have gotten to know you all, now would I?")

In a sense, it's almost cruel. Now he's back where he started, in this penthouse alone, yet this time he knows that there's an absence, a presence shaped by Suguru that haunts him around every corner.

And no one really knows what happened. Though you might know more than others considering your... relationship with Suguru. 

“Hey, are you even listening?”

“Sorry, what?”

You blink at Satoru, and he blinks back before resting his elbows on the table and leaning over, inching his face closer to yours. You pull back, trying to remain calm even when his startling blue eyes are burning into yours and a pout forms on his lips. 

“You know something,” he says, and you shake your head. 

“No, why, what—” You splutter, and you feel your face become hot as you try to collect yourself. Satoru leans back again and sighs loudly, glancing around the club. Instantly, you feel the guilt take place in your stomach, and you frown, furrowing your brows in an attempt to buy sympathy.

Satoru shakes his head at this, and you can tell he isn’t going to let it go. 

“Okay, I might know something,” you say, glancing around the club to make sure no one is looking before leaning closer. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

This is a bad idea. A bad, horrible, bad idea. Like, really bad. Really stupid.

You sigh as you’re driven to Suguru’s apartment complex. 

You’ve been hooking up for months. It was originally an accident, at least on your part. You don’t think Suguru ever really does something by accident. Regardless, you were both drunk and horny. Thus, you ended up in his bed, and he ate you out like a god. 

After that, you just couldn’t reject him. Suguru knows he’s good. He’s cocky and mean, and at times rude, but none of it is without reason. He makes you see stars every single time, makes you come so many times that your legs are trembling and tears are running down your cheeks, and then he makes you come a couple of times more just for good measure. 

The worst of it all is that he can be so nice. He builds you up with his praises and deft fingers; he knows just what to say and how to string you along, how to make you keen, and do exactly as he wants. 

This is why you keep sneaking around with him even after he suddenly moved out of his shared apartment with Satoru and why you’ve been avoiding your friends in recent weeks.

Suguru has a nice dick, but fuck, is it really worth all this?

You bite your lip nervously, going over what Satoru told you before he sent you off with a pat on the ass. 

“You know Mr. Snuggles, right?” 

You do. A big, fluffy, blue-eyed cat that Satoru impulsively bought during your second year. 

“I think Suguru took him.” 

You stop, and your brows knit together in confusion. You’ve only been to Suguru’s new place twice, but you didn’t notice Mr. Snuggles there. 

“It’s recent. I didn’t change the locks in case he might..." Satoru trails off and you send him a small smile. He looks away. "You know. But when I came home last week, Snuggles was gone.”

“Are you sure it’s him?”

“Who else could it be?”

The plan is simple. Get in, confirm the cat is there, make up an excuse, and leave. 

Don’t get in bed with him. Don’t get his bed, don’t—

“Hey,”

Suguru’s right out of the shower when he opens the door for you, wearing only a pair of sweatpants dangerously low on his hips. His long hair is damp still, and you swallow, immediately feeling hot. 

He’s playing dirty.

“Hi,” you reply, and slip inside his apartment, ignoring the way his eyes burn into your form. 

“You’ve been out?” he asks, motioning to your outfit, and you nod, crossing your hands over your chest. 

Suguru just smiles. Stupidly, dizzyingly, handsome, and you resist the urge to take a bite out of him. You glance around the apartment, trying to find the evidence of a cat being there, to no avail. 

Suguru is in front of you now. His hands land on your hips, thumbs circling your skin, as he leans down and kisses your neck. 

“You smell nice,” he murmurs, and you hum, closing your eyes. 

You don’t object when he picks you up and carries you to his bed, nor do you object when he slips off your bottoms and your shirt, leaving you in the pretty lingerie you chose right before you went out, knowing that you’d end up here at the end of the night. 

Any thoughts of reason are out the window. It's not like the cat is going anywhere, is it? You have time.

There’s a sort of melancholy to it—the knowledge that it’s the last time you’re doing this. So you let yourself emerge in the experience, pulling him in, tangling your fingers in his hair, and kissing him greedily. Suguru smiles against your lips before pulling away, kissing along your jaw instead. (You insist that this is your last time. It has to be.)

“Someone’s feeling needy,” he murmurs against your skin, and you moan softly. His hands are all over you, gripping at your waist, then moving up and cupping your tits. He leans back, admiring the bra you chose for him and the way your chest heaves for him as you melt into his sheets. 

You’re a sight for sore eyes. 

He kisses the valley of your breast, looking up at you through his lashes as he moves down your stomach. You giggle and sigh softly, pulling his bangs out of his eyes as he comes down right above the waistband of your panties. Big hands roam over your thighs, caressing your skin, before he pulls them apart, revealing a dark spot at the center of your panties. 

“Slut,” he teases, and you roll your eyes, wiggling your hips in his face. 

“Get in there, whore,” you reply, earning a slap on your thigh that makes you gasp. 

“Be nice,” he replies, and you wanna retort that he started it, but you’re stopped when he kisses your cunt, right on your clit. You take a sharp breath, and he licks a stripe over your panties, before hooking a finger inside them and pulling them to the side. 

The sight that welcomes him is lovely. Your cunt is wet and pretty, and he can’t stop himself from diving in, wrapping his lips around your clit. You arch your back, burying your fingers in his hair and letting out a choked moan. 

The man between your legs is hardly faced, not even when your thighs tighten around his head. Instead, he merely continues his ministrations on your clit, while he pushes a finger inside you. 

Suguru’s fingers are long and nice. You love them. They go deeper than yours ever could, and he knows just how to reach all the right spots. Within minutes, you feel the pressure rise in your belly, and you whine. 

“Fuck, Sugu, just like that, yes,” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut, and Suguru laughs against your cunt, sucking and nibbling on your clit, while pushing two more fingers inside you. The stretch makes you keen, and you moan unashamedly, grinding your pussy against his face. 

“You taste so sweet, baby,” he murmurs, and you giggle, looking down at him with lidded eyes and knitted brows. “My favourite girl,” he adds, and guilt brews in your stomach, though you’re quickly distracted as he curls his fingers and hits your g spot, making sparks fly through your body. 

“Sugu,” you gasp, and you attempt to squeeze your thighs together, though you’re stopped by his free hand gripping your thigh.

White spots form behind your eyes when you come and you let out a ballad of praises as your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut. Somewhere far away, you can hear Suguru laugh as he swallows up every drop you have to give. When you come back down, he moves away and grins at you. 

“That was a big one,” he says. “What do we say then?” 

You pout at his tone of voice, but nevertheless, you oblige. 

“Thank you,” you reply, and Suguru’s smile widens, though you’re barely given time to relax as he manhandles you onto your stomach and slips his sweatpants off. You crane your neck to see what’s happening behind you, and you feel your mouth salivate when you watch him stroke his cock before positioning it at your entrance. 

“You’ll be good for me, right?” he asks as he pushes in. The glide is easy, considering the fact that you’re soaked, but the stretch sure as hell isn't, and you gasp, gripping the sheets beside you, as Suguru buries himself to the hilt. 

You’re a mess. Suguru is thick, so fucking thick, and it sends you reeling every time, no matter how often you fuck. You’re dumb, brainless as you turn into a puddle underneath him, and Suguru smiles endearingly. 

This is exactly why he keeps you around. Because you’re so fucking pliant as long as you get what you want. And Suguru loves giving you what you want. 

He doesn’t ease you into it; instead, he begins plunging in and out of you, placing his hands on your lower back so he can fuck you hard. 

With his thighs caging you in, you can do nothing but take it. You cry out, feeling immensely overwhelmed with the way his cock bullies your g spot, and you bury your face in your pillow, trying to muffle your moans. 

You love it when he treats you like this. The sting is quickly turned into pure, mind-numbing pleasure, and you can’t stop yourself from drooling as every coherent thought you’ve ever had is fucked out of you. 

“You love this, huh?” Suguru huffs, ignoring the beads of sweat on his forehead. “Love being my little cocksleeve,” he laughs, and you nod into your pillow. 

“Use your words.” 

“Yes, fuck, yes, I do.” He can feel the way you clench around his dick, and he knows you’re close. It only encourages him to fuck you harder, meaner, leaning over you, and pushing you into the mattress of his bed. He kisses your neck and enjoys the way you fight for air, as though each push of his cock is making you choke. 

His balls slap against your skin, and the sound of your sloppy cunt fills the room. It’s filthy, really. 

“Love it so much, Suguru,” you continue, and it makes him huff out a laugh. 

"Well, aren’t you being sweet today?” he says. 

Your orgasm hits you like a truck. There’s really no stopping it as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out a garbled mix of whines and mewls. Your walls clamp down on Suguru’s cock, and he hisses at how good you feel as he fucks you through your orgasm, rough and fast, giving you no opportunity to recover as he fucks you into the next high. 

You reach back, attempting to push at his pelvis to get him to slow down, but a hand wraps around your wrists, pushing down on your back and forcing you into the sluttiest arch. Suguru groans at the way you tighten around him as your mouth opens in a silent scream and your body shakes with pleasure. It’s all too much, yet so good. 

“Fuck, you’re pretty when you come,” Suguru mutters, leaning down over you, his sweaty chest colliding with your back as he keeps fucking you deep and hard. He’s fully chasing his own high now, using your body as he desires, though you have zero qualms about it.

“Sugu,” you whine, and your breath hitches in your throat when his cock repeatedly bullies your cervix. “I’m so full.”

Your voice is breathless, whiny, and Suguru can’t help but laugh. He lets your hands free, allowing you to grip the sheets beside you so hard that your fingers almost hurt and instead turns your hair into a makeshift handle, using it for leverage to pull your face out of the pillow underneath you. 

Your cheeks are stained with tears, your lips glossy and swollen, and you whine when he kisses your cheek affectionately. 

“But you love it,” he states, moving down to your jaw. “You’re made for me, aren’t you?” 

He sucks a mark into your shoulder, and you squeeze your eyes shut, unable to decide whether the feeling in your gut is guilt or an incoming orgasm. Maybe it’s a bit of both, but it still leaves you babbling, a mix of apologies and praises tumbling from your tongue. 

“Why are you apologising, baby?” He hums, and another laugh bubbles at the back of his throat, though he’s cut off by a groan when you unexpectedly clench around him. “Fuck, are you trying to milk me or something?”

“I’m sorry, Sugu, shit, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you gasp, reaching a shaky hand back to run it through his hair, and Suguru’s hips stutter when your nails rake down his scalp, making him bury his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Go on then, pretty girl, make a mess,” he says, and you do, cunt gushing around his cock. He pulls back to watch, enjoying the sight of himself disappearing in and out, before he pulls out, releasing all over your ass and back. 

A pornographic moan leaves him, and you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, though you’re thoroughly spent. You melt into his sheets, hoping to disappear when the thought of a certain cat crosses your mind. 

Fuck.

You don’t look up, nor do you bother to open your eyes, as you feel Suguru shuffle around. You let out a whine in protest when a cold cloth makes contact with your skin. 

“I have to clean you,” Suguru states, before manhandling you onto your back and making you sit over so he can slip a shirt over your head. He’s wearing a pair of boxers as he slips in beside you, pulling you on top of him so you can escape the puddle of your slick underneath you. 

“Thank you,” you mutter, though you’re not really sure what you’re thanking him for. The countless orgasms or the weird intimacy that he seems to only be able to show you behind closed doors?

Suguru hums. It’s a weird sort of second nature to him to take care of others. At least those he deems worthy. You’re grateful to be one of those, but you’re unsure of how long it’ll last. 

For the first time tonight, you take a proper look at him. His hair is long now, and unkempt, and there are dark circles underneath his eyes. His cheekbones have become more prominent, along with his jawline. He’s far from the scrawny freshman you met four years ago, though you suppose some parts of him are still unchanged. 

“Are you okay, Suguru?” You ask, and you feel him stiffen slightly underneath you. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replies. “Don’t worry about it.”

You frown, cupping his face with your hands, forcing brown eyes to look into yours. There’s a certain coldness in his gaze. You know you’re crossing a line, but you’re not exactly sure how not to cross it. How could you remain indifferent to him when he wraps his arms around you and squeezes your waist while you wear his shirt and sleep in his bed? 

“Go to sleep,”

A big hand cradles the back of your head, and you huff, lying on his chest. 

“I wish you would tell me things,” you murmur. 

“I do tell you things.” 

You close your eyes, pretending to sleep. Maybe you do sleep for a little. But soon enough you wake again, and you slip out of his bed, attempting to find your things in the dark without waking Suguru. 

If Suguru does wake up—and you’re almost certain he does—he pretends not to. Even as the door to his bedroom creaks loudly, he remains silent, allowing you to slip into his living room and put on your clothes again. 

You don’t find your panties but decide that they were probably ruined anyway. Your phone beeps, and you eye the texts from Satoru. 

GOJO[23:51]: Did you find Mr. Snuggles?

GOJO[23:52]: Is he there??

GOJO[23:56]: Hellooooooo??

GOJO[00:12]: Did you die or something?? 

GOJO[01:02]: Why aren’t you replying

GOJO[01:23]: (╥﹏╥)

Slowly you look around the small apartment. It shouldn’t be hard to find a big, white fluffy cat, should it?

YOU[03:24]: Pick me up in five

Your heart practically melts at the sight of Mr. Snuggles cuddled up on the couch, meowing at you. He’s always been a talker, and you loved sneaking off to hang out with him whenever Satoru and Suguru would host parties. 

The cat jumps off the couch and snuggles into your legs, purring softly. There are no protests as you pick him up and kiss his head. 

Get in, confirm the cat is there, make up an excuse, and leave. 

Don’t steal the fucking cat. 

The thing about Suguru is that he thoroughly believes you're dedicated to him, that you’d never do anything he wouldn’t want you to. But maybe you are dedicated to him, maybe that's why you're doing this. Maybe dedication isn't solely about listening, but also about doing things the one you love might not like because you believe it'll save them in the end.

And, well, is it really stealing if you’re just bringing the cat back to his original home?

GOJO[03:31]: I’m here

You sneak out of the apartment as quickly as you can, running out into the street and practically jumping into the car. Satoru greets you, looking at you through the back mirror. 

“Well, it took you long enough, didn’t it? Wait, Mr. Snuggles! Oh my god, come here, my baby, daddy’s missed you so so so much—”

You take a deep breath, sinking into the plush car seats.

At least you left a note.

Suguru awakes in the early morning, suspicion already brewing in his chest due to the fact that he hasn’t heard Mr Snuggles scratch at his door this morning. He doesn't lament at the fact that you’re gone—that’s the nature of your relationship, he tells himself as he pushes away the lingering thought that his bed is awfully cold. 

He walks into his living room, his eyes roaming the place, searching for a little white fluffball of fur, until it lands on a piece of paper on his kitchen counter.

The cat is safe at Satoru’s. Give him a call, yeah? He misses you.

“What the fuck.”

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nanami-not-nanamin I'm gonna go with ESH. I'm confused as to why you 1) decided to steal the cat and 2) actually slept with him. I would've just confirmed that the cat was there and then left.

toadtoru OP The guy is really hot though. I would be insane to pass up on the opportunity to get railed.

blue-eyed-princess-666 NTA. I think OP is perfectly in her right to do this. That cat deserves a proper home.

your-neighborhood-cultleader Fuck off, Satoru. Give me Mr. Snuggles back. YTA, btw.

thank you for reading!

satoru refers to himself as daddy confirmed??????

masterlist | dividers by cafekitsune

[mortqlprojections]

in my personal opinion, i just feel like nanami is a huge slut, like thats all i can say.

i know people like him—the quiet smart ones that mind their business and then fold you into the mattress not even an hour later. he loves him some good sex; he can't get enough of it.

he's having that nasty sweaty sex that will have you not wanting to leave the bed the next day, putting your body on bed rest for a couple of hours, and having him back on you again.

with the right person, i just feel like he has some good, nasty ass sex that will have you thinking about it for the whole week and have him back at your house putting it down again.

he fucks so good, i just know it. he makes sure you cum before he even puts his dick inside of you, taking care of his lover's needs before himself, and that's what makes it so good and nasty; he's attentive, and good fucking comes from those who care about their partners.

mhm, he's one of those.

mouth-watering man that knows where the clit is and studies your body in his mind, playing back each time you would moan and whimper every time he touched a certain spot on your body, adding that spot to the list of erogenous places on your sexy body.

he doesn't just do sensual fucking either; that's what's so slutty about him; he's not afraid to get down and be nasty, putting you in different positions while spitting in your mouth and looking in your eyes—different strokes for different folks, literally.

it wasn't the same routine with him; he was going to make sure he did something new every time.

i love a slutty man.

i saw some fanart of him and it changed me

[mortqlprojections]

soldier boy just can’t keep his hands out of your underwear no matter where you are and how many times you tell him. 18+

“not here, ben!”

“we’re in public, ben!”

“butcher’s right next door, ben!”

ben just doesn’t give a shit. his fingers would slip past the waistband of your lace panties and quickly find their way between your thighs, feeling your soft clit with the pads of his fingers.

your eyes dart to the motel door and you let out a breath as you feel him gently rub your pussy, “b-ben, no. the others will be back soon.”

soldier boy laughs, used to your usual worry about getting caught with his hands down your pants. you’re always so concerned about other people when he’s trying to make you feel good.

“sweetness, just shut the fuck up and let me touch you. got it?” he says lowly, his rough fingers speeding up on your clit.

you hum softly, your pleading expression starting to soften as he slips a finger down to your entrance, sliding it in. you gasp quietly as he pulls you backwards onto his lap, his chest pressing against your back as his hand works between your thighs.

your head drops back onto his shoulder as he curls his finger up inside your pussy while his thumb circles your clit, earning little groans and gasps from you. his other hand snakes around your neck, keeping you pressed against him. a gaspy moan leaves your lips as you melt into him.

“you love it when i play with your pussy like this, don’t you? you like the idea of the others catching us, huh, baby?”

you groan softly as he squeezes your neck, your hips starting to roll with his touch, “mmm, yes, sir.”

“good girl,” soldier boy murmurs into your ear and slips another finger into your cunt, his movements becoming harder as your pussy clenches around his meaty fingers.

you feel the knot begin to tighten in your stomach as he fucks in and out of your cunt, his thumb still roughly circling your clit. you groan as your hips jerk forward and you feel him harden beneath your ass. he groans softly as you rub against him.

“you gonna cum, baby girl?” his deep voice rumbles in your ear. all you can do is groan and nod, the pleasure from his hand clouding your brain. soldier boy chuckles and tightens his grip around your neck, forcing a strangled moan to escape from your lips.

“that’s it, cum for m—”

the door of the motel room swings open and butcher and hughie storm in, grumbling about something to each other.

you clamp your legs together in shock as both their eyes drift to you and soldier boy, and his hands wrapped around your neck and in your underwear.

the pair of them take in the scene in front of them. hughie immediately averts his eyes as his cheeks heat up from embarrassment, meanwhile a big stupid grin grows on butcher’s face.

“no fuckin’ shame, you two.” butcher mutters, his voice low and gruff. he shakes his head and chuckles, dumping his bag on the table as hughie awkwardly clears his throat.

your eyes are wide and you’re speechless, too embarrassed to say anything. soldier boy’s fingers continue to move as you squeeze your thighs together, your hand on his wrist silently begging him to stop.

“could learn to fuckin’ knock, ya know? fuckin’ blowjob brothers,” soldier boy grumbles back, secretly enjoying the fact you just got caught together like this, but frustrated you want to stop. he sighs and pulls his hand out from between your legs. your grip on his wrist loosens.

he pulls your head back with his hand on your throat. he moves his lips next to your ear and whispers, "don’t think we’re not finishing this later."

A/N: editing this high lol lowkey I think it makes it easier to focus anyways send me some requests if ur a freak. <333 (i promise i’m working on my current reqs, i’m just a busy girl! but they’ll be out soon)

requests and feedback are welcome!

[mortqlprojections]

under the influence ☽｡⋆ - s.b

summary: ben adds you to his long list of requests

word count: 5.4k

warnings: smut | drugs n alcohol consumption obvi | ben lightly slapping y/ns face n pussy | ben being rough and degrading | him throat fucking y/n | use of pet names: doll, baby, junkie, dopehead | y/n being fucked out and over stimulated | filthy dirty talk 🫨 | not proofread !! |

a/n: ahh, sorry it took so long i was struggling so much with this in the beginning and then shit hit the fan in my personal life it was a mess but we’re gucci now 🙂‍↕️ also this is my first sb fic and tbh i haven’t watched the boys in like over 6-7 months so if its not accurate shut up cuz it is 🥺

enjoy! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

"fucken hell.." butcher glaced over at hughie who was red and flustered. "a-are we really gonna get all that?" hughie scratched the back of his neck as he got into the car, "what? no, of course not" butcher grumbled as he tapped away on his phone, and held it up to his ear.

"who are you calling?"

"shh..."

soldier boy, ben, had requested a bunch of things from butcher and hughie before they left to go run a few errands before their next mission. half the stuff doesn't exist anymore and the other half is way too illegal to get at the moment. butcher told ben he'll try his best, knowing he can only get some of the drugs, the burgers, the alcohol and something to pass the time with.

"ruth! it's billy. how you been love?"

"not bad, nod bad...listen, i need one of your best girls, one that can handle supes, a very go with the flow, do as your told type..?"

"within the hour, i don't care the rate"

the dots finally clicked for hughie, butcher was hiring a prostitute for soldier boy..

-

"yo!" hughie knocked and opened the motel door, you and butcher following behind him. "'member what i told you ?" butcher muttered in your ear, and you nodded. information you all about soldier boy, his past, how he woke up and how he seems a bit..off at times. being used to dealing with supes as that is what you specialize in, you took the job, despite butchers fair warning. plus he paid you 2 grand upfront and told you to just total it up when you're done, the reason being that he doesn't know how long him and hughie will be out for...but the real reason is that he feels you'll want compensation after soldier boy is done with you.

the guy's been frozen for fourty years, the last thing butcher thinks soldier boys gonna be with you is sweet and gentle.

"you got the shit?" ben plopped down at the table, snatching the bag from hughies hand. he pulled out a bag of weed, some papers and a lighter. a bottle of whiskey which he immediately crackled open and drank down half, a bottle of bennies and a bag of coke. butcher set down the paper bag of double bacon cheeseburgers and clapped his hands together, opening his mouth to speak but ben cut him off. not looking at him, he instead put his finger up and started crushing the pills with the handle of his hunter knife. "...alright." butcher sighed and ben plugged one nostril, snorting up the powder and pausing for a moment. he squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the slight sting. a feeling he missed so damn much.

"who the fuck is this?"

"ben, this is y/n. she's something to pass the time with.." ben stared at you for a moment, giving you a once over before turning to butcher and wiping away the left over powder from his nose. "a hooker?" he raised an eyebrow. "ya'know.." he started and got up from his seat, slowly walking over to you "i busted a lot of you back in my day. you girls always put up a fight..." he stared down at you with a soft charm and soft eyes, making you feel kinda nervous and intimidated as he is not at all what you expected. your clients mostly consist of no name supes just wanting an hour of closeness with somebody, half the time you don't even have sex. that's kinda what you were expecting when you took the job..not him.

"bit younger then i normally like.." he mumbled, still looking you over for a few seconds before pulling away and going to sit back down. "okay well..they're called sex workers now and.." hughie trailed off, ending with a small gulp as he tried to correct ben. "yeah, just let us know if you need anything. be back in a couple hours" butcher practically dragged hughie out of the room and slammed the door shut.

now being completely alone with ben definitely increased your heart rate but you tried your best to calm your nerves. you remembered what butcher told you, be chill, go with the flow. so, you skipped your usual im so horny for you, please fuck me act, and instead asked "so, what do you wanna do?"

"strip."

-

"and another thing-the men nowadays.." he paused and made a displeased face "pussies, let me tell ya. back in my day we wouldn't be caught dead wearing this..pussy gear! and now, i hear they kiss each other!? in public! the fuck is that about?" you squeeze your eyes shut, the mid of drugs and the loud booming of his gruffy voice made your brain shake. this is his third rant in nearly two hours and you had no choice but to sit there and nod along until he was done. you did try to explain some things to him but you don't think he understood, or maybe he was just stubborn.. but he seen an ad on tv for a baby carrier and there was a guy wearing one for a second at the end, and that's all it took to set him off.

"ben, please focus" you begged. your back and pussy ached, being stuck in doggy for the last forty minutes and trying so hard to stay still because on one of your bruised ass cheeks is three lines of coke just waiting for him, and on the other is a pile of freshly ground up weed. "stay still doll, don't make me tell you again" he spoke in an assertive tone, gripping your hips and lifting them up higher before ducking his head down and licking a long stripe up your pussy, a soft gasp left your mouth and you subconsciously arched your back, pushing your pussy deeper into his face. "doll.." he warned, tightening his grip. "fuck, i'm sorry..it's just.."

"just what?"

"just feels so good" you admitted and let out a small breath. ben had just finished teasing the fuck out of you, almost making you cum so many times but he'd pull away just before. keeping you stuck in this position while he took his time watching tv, finishing off the whiskey bottle and ranting, only lightly touching you every now and then. you're not sure if it's the drugs or the fact that your pussy's been yearning for him since almost an hour but anywhere he touches you feels like a slight electric shock.

"i know doll, you clench everytime i touch you" he chuckled lightly, genuinely finding it amusing and started to slowly flick his thumb against your clit. "just like that..fuck, this pussys just begging to cum, huh?"

you nodded, biting your lip to hold in your moans, your brows furrowed together as you stretched your neck to look back at him. an amused and smug look on his face as he leaned back against the headboard. he's legs stretched out wide on either side of your body, his thick cock hard and leaking precum in his grey sweats, his stomach muscles flexed and the veins in his arms bulging the harder he grips you. but he pulled away, an loud frustrated whine left your lips "fuuuuck! please!"

he chuckled loudly and reached for rolling paper, curving it, he pitched some of the ground up weed and started to fill the paper. "gotta be patient doll. that's something i've noticed about your generation, you all are so used to things being done instantly. you don't know what it's like to wait for something you want, the instant satisfaction you get.." he rolled the joint tightly but instead of licking it closed, he slowly pushed his index finger in your pussy to which you moaned out and instantly clenched around him. "fuck doll, s' tight..gonna have to work this pussy open before i even think about fucking it" he rubbed the pad of his finger against your g spot a few times and then pulled it out, running his finger along the edge of the paper, using your pussy juices to seal his joint. he tucked it behind his ear and snorted the three lines of coke on your other ass cheek "fuckk" he groaned out and pinched the bridge of his nose.

suddenly he gripped your thigh again, effortlessly turning you over on your back and holding your legs as wide as they can go, he drove in. a loud whine leaving your lips as he sucked your whole pussy into his mouth, his tongue switching from licking at your entrance and flicking against your clit. your hands tangled in his full and soft hair and tugged harshly, earning a small groan from him at the pain. "fuck, fuck, please keep going, i'm almost there. please!" you cried out with squeezed shut eyes, the pleasure and the electricity making your body shake and your thighs threatened to close around his head. "keep your fucken legs open" he growled in your cunt, pushing your legs further back and shaking his head to get deeper. "i'm-im cumming! fuckk" you moaned out and this time, ben didn't pull away. instead he plunged two thick fingers in you and curled them against your g spot while he continued to lick, suck and flick your clit.

the band in your stomach suddenly and you were orgasming and cumming on bens fingers before your body could even warn you. you cursed out and rolled your hips against his face, his stubborn poking your inner thighs. he firmly laid his big arm across your stomach, holding you down as he worked you through your high, licking and finger fucking you desperately, lapping and drinking up everything you gave him. missing the taste and feel of a woman, he got a bit carried away.

"b-ben" you said weakly, and you tried to push him away, desperately needing a break and another line. he licked you clean, removing his fingers slowly and sucking them clean as well "taste so fuckin good, doll" he leaned back, lips swollen and pick and covered in your juices, he let out a satisfied breath and pushed his hair back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"what do you want?" he got up going over to the table that was covered with drugs and half eaten burgers. he cracked open another bottle of whiskey and drank from the top, before fishing around to find a lighter. during this time you finally caught your breath and sat up on your knees, your pussy still throbbing and your thighs still trembled. "..coke" you replied shyly and ben smirked, raising his brow up. he cut up a few lines on a tray and brought the whole thing over to you with the whiskey under his arm, plopping back down on the bed, it placed the tray over his crotch and flicked his head, "come get it then, coke whore" he reached out and grabbed the back of your neck pushing your head down just an inch above the tray, he gently gathered your hair in a loose ponytail "go 'head coke whore, it's all for you" you plugged one nostril and snorted the three lines back to back, ben's hand still firmly around your neck.

"good?" he pulled you up by your hair, angling your head to look at him. after a few moments you nodded and he let go of your hair, his hand dropping to pop open the button of his jersey that you put on at some point. "when i told you to strip earlier, i meant for you to stay naked" he pushed the jersey off your shoulders and let it fall behind you on the bed. "that's better" he mumbled, lightly dancing his fingers from your shoulders and over your tits, his thumb flicking over your sensitive nipples.

"c'mere" he moved the tray from his lap and pulled his wifebeater over his head, gripping your hips he pulled you on top of him, straddling him and guiding your hips to grind down over his clothed cock. "fuck, i can feel how wet you still are" he chuckled, holding back a moan. "keep goin, just like this" he moved his hands from your hips and went for your tits, kneeding and squeezing them before dipping his head down and taking one into his mouth, biting down hard for a second before soothing it over with his tongue. "ahh fuck!" you gasped out, your hands moving to the back of his neck as your felt him harden under you, his tip poking at your entrance with every roll of your hips. "feel that?" he asked looking up at you. the feeling of his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, his fingers toying with the other one and your pussy grinding slow over his cock sent shivers and jolts of electricity throughout your body, the pleasurable feeling so intense and heightened from all the drugs it feels like you can cum right now just from this.

"can i?" your trailed your hand down his stomach, resting at the waist band of his joggers. "you want it?" you nodded "say please"

"please..i want it so bad"

"i know you do" he grabbed your hand and shoved it in his pants, wrapping your fingers tightly around his cock and pumping himself with your hand a few times. he tensed at your touch, letting out a small groan "fuck doll, just like that." he removed his hands from his pants and reached to grabbed the lighter from the nightstand and the joint from behind his ear.

as he put the joint between his lips, you reached down and started to kiss along his thick neck, lightly sucking faint marks on his skin and soothing it over with your tongue. still jerking him off the way he showed you, you angled him so that his tip is pressed against your clit as you continued to grind down on him.

ben lit the joint, sucking in a deep breath and holding it for a few seconds before blowing it out. he sighed relaxing under you as he threw his head back, waiting for the effects of the weed to take over. "i can taste your pussy off this" he stated and he took another puff before pulling you off of him and holding the joint up to your lips. "taste how good you are" without any hesitation of mixing drugs with two completely different effects, you leaned forward, taking a drag and holding it for a few seconds before blowing it out and going back for another one, your body still felt like it was buzzing from all the coke and you're hoping the weed will mellow you out or at least regulate you. "i taste it.." you said kinda shocked, thinking that ben was just talking but a slight sweet and tangy aftertaste lingered on your tongue.

"hmm" he smirked, taking a drag himself and leaning close to your lips, blowing the smoke into your lungs as you inhaled it. "still taste it?" you nodded, though, you tasted it a lot more this time. thinking that maybe your juices are still on his tongue. you started to realize just how high you were getting the more you thought about this.

"maybe if you jerk me off good enough i'll roll you a joint with my cum..eat your sweet lil' pussy and watch while you smoke the whole thing. you'd like that, won't you junkie?"

you would tell him how much you crave him. his cock. his cum. how desperately you want him to fuck your brains out, how your ready to beg him to just let you taste him..but you're too dazed out and lightheaded, too focused on the pleasure, too high. all these dirty thoughts in your head but unable to express them.

"im talkin' to ya, doll" he lightly hit the side of your face twice to get your attention. "what, too doped up to respond?"

"i.." was all you can say, you blicked up at him slowly, confirming his suspicion. he chuckled and gripped your chin, tilting your head back to see your eyes betters, pupils completely blown out while the whites are red and bloodshot. "tsk. lightweight" moving his hand to your throat, he slipped his other hand between your legs and started playing with your clit, the sudden pleasure making you gasp out and throw your head back. feeling your pussy get wetter and wetter, ben slipped two fingers in and demand: "ride em' dopehead" gripping his shoulders for support, you sunk down fully, feeling his fingers stretch you out and letting out a moan "fu-fuck ben!" clenching around him once before rolling your hips, his fingers moving up to meet your thrusts. "that's a good fucken girl..keep fucking yourself on my fingers like that, but don't you fuckin cum. do you understand?" your head rolled to the side, your mouth hung open and nearly drooling, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hip rolls started to become soft bounces. a babbling mess came from your lips, "yes!" "fuck. fuck!" "please please please!"

another slightly harder hit to the side of your face followed by a firm jaw grab. "answer me when i'm talking to you" he blew the harsh smoke in your face.

"hmph! ye-yes!" you coughed out, ben hitting you making you gasp with an already dry throat.

"cotton mouth? i hate that. got just the thing for ya' though" he freed his hard dick from his sweats and snaked his hand behind your neck again, gripping it firmly and guiding you down. ben pumped himself a few times and tapped the tip against your plush bottom lip. softly licking and teasing the tip, your mouth salivating at the taste of his precum, spitting all that on his tip and watching it drip down his length. you wrapped your fingers around the base and licked a long stripe up the underside.

"what the fuck are you doing? put my fuckin cock down your throat already" he gripped your hair tightly, guiding your head over his cock before pushing down all the way. you gagged and choked and coughed around him, not expecting so much. your throat stretched out as your nose touched his pelvis. he held you down for a few seconds, just untill you desperately needed to take a breath and then he pulled you off. tears streamed down your mascara strained cheeks, your mouth is all messy with drool and saliva and there's a spit trail still connecting your lips to his tip.

giving you a couple seconds to catch your breath, he pulled you back down again, bobbing your head in his dick. you hollowed out your cheeks and swirled your tongue around him each time you took more of him in. "don't worry doll, i'll cum down your throat soon enough, won't have to suffer with that cotton mouth anymore." he bucked his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex which is something you normally have control over but not this time. "you gonna swallow it? every last drop?" he asked demandingly and harshly smacked your ass, your body jolting forward and taking more of him as you did. "hm?" he smacked your ass again, harder this time and you yelpped out. "hard to understand ya with so much dick in your mouth" he pulled you off again, face inches away from yours as he held you up by the hair. your face a mess your jaw aching and your eyes droopy and fucked out. "you gonna swallow everything i give you? every last drop?" you nodded desperate to get his cock back in your mouth as you already started to salivate. "yes, yes i promise, i wont waste a drop"

satisfied with your answer and loving how slutty you sound, he dropped you down, you immediately going back and stuffing his dick in your mouth, relaxing your throat your forced him down your throat, earning a guttural groan from his chest "fuck doll" his large hand was tangled in your hair again, holding your head down as his other hand came down on your ass cheek for a third time, the skin hot and red and starting to form a hand shaped bruise. feeling him sooth and massage the skin for a few seconds before bringing his fingers to your soaked pussy, rubbing over your clit as he finally let you breath again, not taking you off his cock completely but just enough so you can suck in a much needed breath and moan out. "so fuckin' wet for me. you got like this just from sucking my dick?" you hummed around him in response, feeling your pussy throb each time you deepthroated him. "hmm.." he shoved two fingers into your pussy, you instantly arching your back and clenching around him. "gonna finger fuck your little hole and use your mouth as a pocket pussy. sounds good? great" he bobbed your head up and down his dick, you wrapped your hand around and started to jerk off what you couldn't fit. ben's fingers started to thrust in and out, fucking you at a fast and relentless pace brushing against your gspot. "fuck yes!" you cried out. "please, more" the vibrations from your moans made his cock twitch and he started to feel the muscles in his stomach tighten. he sped up his fingers as well as bobbing your head, his dick fully fucking out your throat. "you gonna cum, huh? yeah, you fucken better. i want my fingers so messy and i wanna watch you lick em clean" he grunted out, trying to hold back all his moans and groans. "suckin' my dick so good like a professional whore. how much they pay you?"

"fuck!" you muffled around him, eyes squeezing shut as you felt yourself start to get closer and closer, having almost no strength to hold it as your thighs started to tremble. "cum on my fingers, my professional lil' whore" he muttered, his voice still low and deep and demanding. as soon as he gave you permission, you came. a body jolting, drug powered orgasm crashed over your body. your pussy fluttered and your moans and screams were muffled. ben's fingers still relentlessly fucking you through your high as his own started to approach. the way his dick vibrated in your mouth, the way you came undone and crumbled below him, the way your pussy gripped his fingers to tight he can barely move. your ass in the hair and pretty mouth stuffed with him. "i'm gonna cum" pushing your head down as far as it can go, dick deep down your throat, you felt his cock twitch again your tongue and with a loud breathy groan he shot everything he saved up over the last forty years down your throat. "fuck doll, take it" he groaned through gritted teeth, bucking his hips up a bit fucking into your throat and shooting the last few drops into your mouth.

"god.." he breathed out, pulling his fingers out and pulling you off of him completely, making you lose your blance and fall backwards. quickly taking in a short breath before he climbed on top of you and replaced his cock with his fingers "clean the mess you made, whore" shoving his fingers past your swollen cum stained lips, he slowly thrusted them in and out as your tongue swirled around them, sucking and cleaning your juices from him.

ben's lips started at your neck, kissing, sucking, licking and caressing his way down your body, licking over your nipple and kissing all across your stomach and finally licking your pussy, cleaning up all the mess and holding it in his mouth so he can remove his fingers and wrap them around your throat, holding your mouth open with his other hand and spitting your cum directly on your out stretched tongue.

"gonna fuck you so good, doll. i'll have you screamin and creamin on my cock" he muttered against your ear, his hot breath caused goosebumps to rise on your clammy skin. his words making your stomach flip, you propped yourself up against the pillows and spread your legs open. "please fuck me, ben. i want your cock so bad, i need it" you begged and slowly toyed with your clit, looking up into ben's eyes that switched from your pussy to your face. his cock twitched and his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure for a split second.

fuck, what a sight. he almost dosent wanna fuck you just to not interrupt you. almost drooling at the sight of your delicate fingers rubbing over your swollen clit, pussy open and glistening and begging to get fucked, your low dreamy bloodshot eyes and fucked out faces you're making, your pretty, soft whimpers and moans. ben didn't realize but subconsciously his been jerking off to you. standing up on his knees and towering over you, he squeezed the base of his dick and pumped himself slow, his thumb running over his red sensitive tip. he desperately needs to be inside you but he's enjoying this too much. "please?" you begged, you eyes big and innocent and full of neediness. he pushed your hand out of the way and replaced it with the head if his cock, circling it around your clit before running it along your folds, his cock becoming soaked in no time. "beg me to fuck you"

"ben please, i want it so bad" you moaned out, your pussy clenching around nothing. "i wanna feel your cock stretching out my pussy, i'm dying to cum around it please" you genuinely begged, a small fear playing in your head thinking he wont fuck you if you didn't beg good enough, but ben's smirk and his big rough hands holding your thighs open had your stomach flipping with anticipation.

"think you can take it?" you nodded confidently even thought your eyes widened at his size when he first pulled out his dick, immediately thinking "no fuckin way thats gonna fit"

"well see.." he muttered and alined his tip with your entrance, slowly pushing in. the slight stretch and the feeling of his heavy cock filling you up was amazing, sighing in relief and trying to relax your muscles around him. but the more he pushed in the more it started to hurt. pushing your hand on his lower stomach you stopped him "wait"

"really? i'm not even half way in." your eyes widened at his statement. "i-i don't think it'll fit."

"..then i'll make it fit." he moved one of your legs over his broad shoulder and pinned your hands above your head. "you said you can take it, so fucken take it" he pushed in until he bottomed out, earning a gasp from you and a groan from him "fuuuck" you whined out clenching around him and he smirked "told you". you bite your bottom lip and squeezed your eyes shut, taking a moment to feel the pain and try to adjust. ben didn't wait though, rocking his hips forward and pushing against your cervix before pulling out to the tip and slamming back in. a guttural groan came from his chest at the feeling of your walls squeezing his dick so fucking tight, it almost hurt him as much as it hurt you. "gonna fuck this little pussy loose" he started to thrust faster and harder, keeping up a rhythm. "fuck, ben ahh-! fuck yes. yes, yes, yes!" you became a blabbering mess, the only thing in your brain now is ben's cock and how good it feels splitting you open like this.

without warning he flipped you over on your stomach and grabbed your hair, bringing you up against his chest. "did i fuck you stupid already?" he let out a low laugh and snaked his hand around to rub rough circles on your clit. his mocking went straight to your pussy as you clenched around him again and moaned out his name. the way your walls fit around his thick cock and the new angle of his thrusts has you drooling and thrusting back into him. grunting, groaning and biting on your earlobe he sped his hips up, thrusting faster, harder and deeper. his head pushing against your cervix with each thrust and a loud clapping sound filled the room. "fuck, fuck its s' good, doll" ben grunted into your shoulder, biting down into your skin to muffle his moans. ben doesn't want you to know but he's dying to cum. it's been so long since he's been inside of a women, since he felt the warmth and the pleasure and closeness of another person.

he sped his fingers up on your clit, desperately wanting you to cum already. disciplining himself and enforcing his gentleman rules of always making the girl cum first. after a few moments and a couple more hard thrust of him fucking you senseless and growling deeply in your neck, your pussy clenched one last time and you screamed out "fuck fuck, yes yes yes! im cumming!" as your orgasm crashed through your body. "yes baby, cum for me. cum on my cock like you begged to do" your pussy fluttered at his words and your legs trembled giving out under you. ben crushing you with his weight he pushed your head down into the mattress and repositioned himself, now towering above you. placing his hand against the wall to hold himself up he started to pound into you, the cheap motel mattress squeaking from his force. it was clear to you that he was using you as just a hole to fuck from how hard he was slamming into you.

it being only seconds after you came down from your high, your pussy still so swore and sensitive and throbbing. "hmm, you feel my cock twitching inside you? 'm gonna cum so deep in your cunt..you better not spill a drop, or i'll have to fill you up again." his cock twitched against your g spot, you whined out, desperately wanting to feel his thick cum coating your insides. "fuck baby...ready? you gonna make it worth my money and take it like a good whore?"

"y-yes! please i will, i'll hold it so deep i wont spill a drop. please just fill me up!" the pleasure forming and settling in your lower stomach again, your moans becoming breathier and your pussy muscles slowly tightening around him.

a few more final deep thrusts and a loud groan "fuuckk, im gonna cum." ben was cumming deep inside you, shooting his load against your cervix and flooding your walls. the feeling of ben cumming pushing you over the edge as you came for the final time that night. squeezing so tightly around him as your body shook and you cried out, your muscles burned and your body felt so heavy, even struggling to keep your eyes open. your pussy pulsed as he was still cumming inside you, cum leaking and dripping down, staining the sheets and getting the both of you so messy. ben's thrusts became sloppy and you begged out for him to stop, your pussy becoming so sensitive it hurt, your body jumped and jolted at every little movement.

"ugh, fine" he groaned and rolled off of you, sitting up against the pillows he pulled you to him, draping a heavy arm over your shoulders he let out a breath and ran a hand through his messy hair. "you did good kid" only being half way back to normal but still so exhausted and sleepy you rested your head against his hard bicep and nodded slowly, your eyes fluttering closed. ben's hand snuck down between your legs and cupped your pussy, a small gasp leaving your lips followed by a whine when he started to slowly rub your clit in circles. you opened your mouth to beg him to stop again but before you could speak, ben slapped your clit. a yelp leaving your lips and your body jolted, buzzing and feeling a slight electric shook feeling anywhere someone touches you. your brain and body desperately needing to come down from both highs that ben gave you.

"use your manners" he demanded, looking down at you.

"t-thank..you."

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In the Sheets | Azriel x reader

Summary: To put it in SJM's words: Azriel is a freak *wink wink nudge nudge* and his mate is a lucky lucky girl

A/N: This is honest-to-god faerie p0rn and it gets progressively worse. It's filth. No plot whatsoever. Don't come at me, I'm ovulating and have therefore decided to dump all the smut into one glorious fic. You're welcome.

(public service announcement: the smut does NOT contain degradation and/or the daddy kink because I don't roll that way and therefore our girl Y/N doesn't either)

Word count: 3506

Warnings: SMUT (18+!!!) it's nothing hardcore, just a lot of it, so (respectfully) fuck off if you're under 18

-

"So, enough with the chitchat," Mor proclaimed as she set her empty glass down on the table harder than necessary and proceeded to lean forward as though scheming. "You've been mated to Azriel for over a year now, and so far, I've been patient with you." Y/N blinked slowly, and Mor made a sound that immediately disproved her previous claim of patience. "What's it like?"

Feyre giggled from where she dipped into her third drink of the night, but Nesta sat quietly, a look of mild interest in her eyes as she locked them on Y/N.

An uncertain expression had entered the face of Azriel’s mate. "What's what like?"

Mor huffed. "What's he like. Azriel. The sex." Her eyes seemed aflame with a mixture of wine and the warm glow of Rita's faelights as she stared at her friend as though expecting her to sprout horns any moment now. "Is it good?"

Feyre sighed, though she couldn't quite keep the amusement from bleeding into her words. "Mor, that's an incredibly invasive question."

"And also unnecessary," Nesta added, her voice calm as she stirred the very tip of her finger around the clear contents of her glass. "We didn't see them for almost six months when their bond snapped. Of course it's good."

"But I'm so curious." Y/N smiled into her drink at the deep sigh Mor exhaled. "It's Azriel. The man's been a mystery for more than 500 years and now we finally have an agent on the inside."

"An agent?" Feyre asked, wrinkling her nose.

"Oh, you know what I mean." Mor waved a dismissive hand, her eyes never leaving Y/N. "I desperately need some details."

-

"Arch your back for me."

The soft fabric of the sheets brushed against her skin as Y/N stretched out her arms and let her body glide to the mattress in a slow arch from where she kneeled before him. She could feel the rough skin of scarred hands on her, broad palms pushing down the length of her back to follow the curve of her spine before retreating to hold her hips as though they'd been carved from the most precious of gems.

Her cheek lay pressed to the pillow, her hands twisted into the sheets, and when she felt featherlight kisses on the base of her spine, her back arched further down.

"You're so beautiful like this," Azriel breathed into her skin as his knee appeared between her legs to nudge them further apart. She felt him then, hard and heavy against her centre, and she shivered when he pushed forward to run his length through her folds once, twice, three times.

She sighed his name, closing her eyes at the heavy drag of him against the most sensitive part of her body, and when he finally nudged at her entrance, she did her best not to thrust her hips backwards.

Azriel hooked his hands into the flesh of her ass, grip firm enough to leave red marks, firm enough to sting in just the right way, and when he loosened his right hand, she knew what was to come.

His palm made sharp contact with her skin, and she couldn't help the quiet moan that passed her lips when he repeated it and her body gave a slight jolt.

He gripped her tighter then, pulling her apart. His voice was quiet when he spoke, deep enough to fog her mind with his words.

"Ready for me, my love?"

She was certain he felt her overwhelming need for him pulsing through the bond, because the breathless "yes" had barely just left her lips when he buried himself to the hilt with a single long thrust. She curled her fingers harder into the sheets and the moan that tore through her had Azriel's hands on her tighten even further.

As he ground into her with one harsh snap of his hips after the other, and as she moaned her pleasure into the pillows, she relished in the thought of finding his fingerprints glowing on her skin later.

-

"Don't close your eyes. Look at us."

When she pulled open her eyes, the world lay on its side and the picture that revealed itself to her brought heat to even the last inch of her body.

She'd been wondering why Azriel had relocated the huge, golden mirror that Feyre and Rhys had gifted them for Solstice, but as her gaze caught on the delicate golden edges now, she understood.

She caught her own gaze, and the version of her that was caught inside that magnificent mirror seemed delighted at the fact. She lay on her back, her head turned to the side, her legs wrapped around Azriel while he kept his own face buried in the side of her neck she couldn't see.

She licked her lips at the image. At the sinful roll of Azriel's hips, burying himself again and again in slow thrusts that had her mind swim. At the way majestic wings flared behind him as his hand held her thigh and his chest rubbed against hers with each move.

Her stomach gave a delicious pull when Azriel lifted his head to meet her eyes in the mirror, his own gaze darkened with hunger, his pupils blown wide.

"Look at you," he murmured, his lips close enough for her to feel them move against her cheek. "See how beautiful you look when you take me?"

He punctuated his words with a harder thrust, and her lips fell open at the jolt her mirrored counterpart gave, at the sounds she made, and the way Azriel's hips met hers again and again. The way each muscle in his legs, in his back, in his arms worked beneath tanned skin, it was ... breath-taking.

"Look at this," he now all but whispered as he hooked his hand beneath her knee to lift her leg higher and press it further towards her chest. She dug her nails into the skin of his shoulders at the change in depth, and when Azriel angled his hips slightly to the side, she could see the way his thick length glided in and out of her. He glistened with her arousal, his movements smooth, and she whimpered at the sight of his intrusion.

Azriel lowered his mouth back to her neck and drew her skin between his teeth.

"Keep watching, my love," he murmured into her, and as his hips snapped firmer against her, she didn’t take her eyes off the mirror once.

-

"You're in no position to tease, baby. Remember that."

A shiver ran through her body at the lips that hovered just barely above her breast. His low words washed over her nipple in warm puffs of air, and her thighs pressed together tightly in an attempt to create some friction.

"Azriel," she whispered, a plea evident in the way she spoke his name. She lifted her chest, but Azriel mirrored her movements and lifted his head a bit further, always keeping the distance between his lips and her skin.

She pulled on her restraints, but the shadows that kept her wrists locked to the pillow above her head didn't budge.

Azriel hummed, his wings tucked in closely, his eyes never leaving her face. He was careful not to touch her, his arms digging into the mattress on either side of her shoulders to keep his body hovering over her.

"Yes, my love?"

She couldn't keep the grin from her face as she sent all her desire shooting across the bond, accompanied with echoes of her moans, and flickering sensations of the pleasure she knew Azriel could draw from her.

When he shuddered against her, he finally lowered his mouth to the soft flesh of her breast, though it was only to give a sharp pinch of his teeth that had her jolt.

"Touch me," she pleaded.

A corner of his lips curled into a smile, and she watched closely as he lifted a hand only to weave his fingers through her hair.

She gave a frustrated huff. "Not like that."

Azriel tilted his head, and when he didn't say anything, she knew that he was waiting for her to specify.

"I want your tongue on me," she said, her voice breathless. Tension reached to her very fingertips as Azriel finally lowered his face far enough for his tongue to dart out and kitten-lick her nipple.

Her eyes fluttered at the sight, a full-body-shiver rolling through her at the brief, wet touch.

"Gods, you're such a fucking tease, I swear to—"

A grin flashed, and then finally, finally Azriel lowered his mouth to her breast, licking, and biting, and sucking her until her head swam and her arms shook from his mouth alone.

"Do you want me to fuck you, my love?" he hummed against her, his eyes locked with hers as he once again bit the sensitive skin of her breast, and, Cauldron, the image was sinful. Dark strands of hair fell into his face, his sole attention on her.

"Yes—Gods, yes."

She could only just refrain from whining when Azriel sat back on his feet and took all the warmth with him. He tilted his head as he trailed his eyes along her bare body.

"Open your legs for me, then."

-

"Come with me."

She hadn't heard him approach, the room filled with noise as the crowd of court visitors chatted and drank its way through the evening. She felt fingertips trail down the back of her arm until his hand found hers and he interlocked their fingers. Goosebumps arose in his wake.

"What's wrong?" she asked, having heard the urgency in his tone. When she turned, however, Azriel's heavy-lidded gaze told her the purpose of his proposal.

She smiled and put down her glass to lift her now free hand to cup his face, her thumb running along a sharp cheekbone. "Now?"

Azriel's eyes fluttered at her touch and when she let her thumb slip lower to trail along the curved lines of his lips, he pressed a kiss to the pad of her finger.

"What brought this on?"

"Have you taken a look in the mirror lately?" She noted a spark in Azriel's eyes, his hand tightening in hers. "As breath-taking as it is, I've spent the majority of the night going through all the ways I could get that dress off you as soon as possible."

It was true, the seamstresses of Velaris had outdone themselves this time. Heavy, flowing fabric bunching at her hips, a plunging neckline, a tall slit up the side for her leg to see daylight. The entire thing had been covered in diamonds barely big enough to see, though certainly big enough to catch the light and sparkle as though she'd been clothed in the night sky itself.

She couldn't help the grin that tugged the corners of her lips higher. "Careful. You'll make a girl blush."

The grin on Azriel's face mirrored hers, and when she turned to steer for the exit, she kept his hand in a firm grip.

They’d barely managed to find an empty office—Rhysand’s empty office, to be exact—before Azriel’s hands were on her. 

"I changed my mind," he all but growled against her lips as he backed her towards the desk in the middle of the room. "Keep it on."

Her hands made quick work of his pants, her breathing already laboured when Azriel lifted her onto the sturdy wooden desktop and pried her legs open wide enough to step between her thighs. Nimble fingers bunched the fabric of her dress on her hip, and suddenly he was pushing into her, his groan as sinful as the shudder that ran through his wings.

“Fuck.” He buried his nose in her hair, his raspy tone enough to have her moan as he cursed softly. “I love being inside you.”

All she could do was hold on to his shoulders, her lips whispering delicious moans right into the shell of his ear as he took her for all she was, the desk creaking beneath her with each of his pounding thrusts.

She noticed then that they hadn't closed the door all the way, and when Azriel shifted a wing just an inch to the left, her eyes locked on the wide-eyed form of a faerie standing in the gap of the door.

Y/N didn't know her, but judging by her golden-blue attire she was one of the Summer Court's emissaries.

The unknown faerie stood stock still, her lips slightly agape as she held Y/N's gaze, and when Azriel lay more power into his thrusts and pounded into his mate with the wet slap of skin on skin, Y/N's nails dug a bit deeper into his shoulder, her moans reaching a higher pitch, turning pleading.

The faerie seemed to recoil, though there was no denying the heat that had entered her expression as she watched.

Azriel sensed her then, too, though he didn't turn to throw a glance over his shoulder, but instead lowered his forehead to Y/N's, his eyes on her as he slowed his thrusts to a deep grind.

"It seems we have an audience, my love," he spoke softly enough so that only she could hear. He lifted a hand to thread his fingers through her hair, his grip tightening to angle her head back far enough to meet her gaze. "Shall we put on our best show?"

She grinned, digging her teeth into her bottom lip as she tried to urge him deeper with her heels in his lower back.

"Can't leave them hanging now, can we?"

She caught the flash of a grin before Azriel pulled out of her. She barely had enough time to register the loss when he thrust back in to the hilt, and her body jerked with the sudden intrusion.

"Fuck," she cursed, breathless as she tightened her legs around him, doing her best to brace herself against the harsh snap of his hips. "Fuck, Azriel—ah."

Azriel kept an arm tightly looped around her waist, his free hand lifting her thigh higher, his hips relentless. He buried his face in her neck then, his grunts turning into groans, and as Y/N held the gaze of the faerie in the hallway, he ground against her hard enough to have her toes curl with pleasure that wiped every thought of the stranger from her mind.

-

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Her chest was heaving in the dim light of their bedroom, Azriel’s arms wound tightly around her waist as she leaned back against his chest. She could feel the scruff of his chin against her temple, his lips so close to her ear that she shivered with every word he spoke in that low tone of his.

She moaned softly, her head lolling back onto his shoulder, her eyes falling closed.

“No, no,” Azriel tutted quietly, one of his arms loosening its grip for his fingers to take gentle hold of her jaw and direct her gaze back down towards her centre. “Look at them go,” he sounded mesmerised as he spoke, his every word dripping with desire. “Look at the way they feast on you.”

Her lids were heavy as she followed the direction of his gaze. Her knees were bent, her thighs held open by Azriel’s legs, baring her to the room and the shadows he’d unleashed upon her.

Shadowy tendrils brushed along her inner thighs before gliding against her very centre, teasing with cool sensations and barely-there touches, licking at her skin, sinking into her.

It was driving her crazy.

“Azriel,” she breathed, her head heavy with desire, her skin burning, longing to be touched properly. “Azriel stop teasing. Please.”

She felt his teeth on her earlobe then, dragging her skin between warm lips. “What was that?”

She writhed against him, the urge to snap her legs closed overwhelming at the gentle teasing of his shadows.

“You just want to hear me beg,” she huffed, turning her head enough to catch his gaze. And true enough, Azriel’s eyes were shining with anticipation, a small smirk edged into his features.

“I would enjoy that, yes.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, lips tightly sealed, but when she felt one of his shadows curl into her, she couldn’t help the breathy moan that broke from her throat. Everything they did, every kiss of her skin, it all felt good—good enough to drive her crazy with it. But it all felt like the ghost of a touch, not the real deal, and certainly not enough.

“Fuck me, then,” she gasped, breathless. “I’ll beg all you want if you just fuck me.”

Azriel leaned down to kiss her then, the hand he didn’t keep wrapped around her waist slipping down to cup her breast. When he pulled back, he tracked half-lidded eyes down her face, a contemplative hum resonating in his chest.

Her body tensed when new shadows joined and Azriel chuckled into the shell of her ear.

“Just a little while longer, I think.”

-

"I wanna go again."

A tired laugh fell from her lips, her eyes closed as she kept her cheek pressed into the soft pillow, her arms wrapped around it. She could feel his fingertips trailing along the length of her spine and all the way down to her tailbone before returning to the back of her neck. She shivered.

"I can't," she breathed into the pillow. "I don't have another one in me."

She could feel his smile across the bond, could hear it in his voice when he spoke, his tone quiet, his words soft.

"I don't think that's true, my love."

A comfortable shiver shook her body when his lips appeared at her temple, breathing featherlight kisses along her cheekbone, and down towards her jaw.

She hummed, hugging the pillow tighter at the tingling his kisses left in their wake.

"How are you still going?"

"They call it frenzy for a reason."

She forced her eyes open at that—just a crack, just enough to see Azriel's smirk. "The frenzy lasts three weeks. We've been mated for a year."

He leaned down to kiss her then. It was slow, lazy, innocent, but she felt his palm flatten against her back, his warmth washing over her as he urged closer.

"I don't feel like it ever stopped," he breathed against her. "I spend every minute of every day wanting you, longing for you, aching for you."

She met his kiss firmer then, turning into his embrace until he pulled her close enough for her to feel his heartbeat against her own.

Azriel turned to his back, wincing a bit when he rearranged his wings beneath him. In truth, he was just as sore as she was—every inch of him aching with hours and hours spent loving, and fucking, and writhing in pleasure. It was the good kind of ache though. The kind he'd do anything to never lose.

She lay on top of him now, her arms wrapped around his neck, and Azriel's hands slipped to her thighs to pull her legs apart for a knee to rest on either side of his hips.

She urged closer, wanting to feel every bit of his warmth, wanting to chase away every bit of air left between them.

“I’m really sensitive,” she spoke against his lips, her eyes closed, her words barely above a whisper.

Azriel stroked his palms along her back. “I’ll be gentle.”

She couldn't help the gasp that left her when he slid into her, intruding her tender flesh with a single push to glide smoothly against the slick mess they'd left between her thighs. She dug her fingers into his skin and Azriel soothed his palms across the globes of her ass, cautious in the way he moved her against him.

It was lazy, slow, his strokes barely enough to call them that, but neither of them needed more. Sensitive from countless rounds and orgasms, she tightened around him just a few grinding thrusts later, her moans closer to whines as she buried her face in his neck and panted softly against his skin.

She shook against him, her body quaking with an orgasm, her low moans muffled against him, and when Azriel joined her, he gritted his teeth as a wave of pleasure crashed into him and he pressed their hips together with a raspy groan to crack through his throat.

"Fuck," he hissed, letting his head plop back into the pillow, his arms now moving to circle her waist.

Silence enveloped them for a while, only the sounds of their breathing mixing.

"I won't be able to walk tomorrow," she finally hummed against his neck, and Azriel smiled as he ran his finger through her hair.

"I shall carry you then, my love."

-

"Hello?" Mor waved her hand before Y/N's eyes, causing the faerie to flinch.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just ... thinking."

It was Feyre who grinned at her now. "I bet."

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waking up with nerdy college steve after a hookup

—MASTERLIST

The sheets feel soft on your skin, uncharacteristically so for the uni beds, and as you open your eyes it’s confirmed that you didn’t make it home last night. Lazily, you let your head turn to the side, the light from the wall-length window almost blinding you as you try to accustom from the previous darkness of your eyelids. He’s sleeping, you notice as much from the rhythmic rise and fall of his back, your eyes exploring shamelessly the expanse of his skin littered in moles and twin pairs of four indents on his shoulder blades. They’re still somewhat red, a gentle reminder of the previous night.

Rolling on your stomach, you keep yourself up on your elbows as you tilt your head curiously, who knew Steve could look this peaceful? You’ve only known him as that boy from sociology you happened to lock eyes with a few times. The first thing you had noticed about him were his perfect eyes and the little stray chestnut strand which was curling down from his forehead all the way to his pretty brown eyes. So wide, framed by black lashes with just the right upwards curl to give him that Bambi look which had you thinking about him for an embarrassing amount of time.

You’d seen the way girls were fawning over him, how he’d politely reject them and try to keep his distance. It made you think he was taken, but how could he be not, those eyes were like gentle traps. Traps in which you fell head first without warning. You’re not in love with him, no…you don’t think you are, but you’re not indifferent to him either which is somewhat vexing.

He’s waking up, a deeper breath and a grumpy sigh fall from his lips first, the scruffing of his pillow audible as he nuzzles deeper into the comfort of the silk. He has his own apartment, daddy’s money is your best guess, which is surprising since he doesn’t have anything in common with the rich douchebags which always make their presence known by flashing their wealth left and right. He’s so different in his own way, which is why you’re surprised that you managed to make it into his bed last night, you suppose Tina’s vodka spiked punch might’ve loosened him up.

You watch him as he sits up, a cute frown resting between his brows as he supports himself with a hand against the mattress before he looks around, spotting you beside him, still wearing his polo from the previous night. It was the closest garment you could grab from the floor.

“Morning…” His voice is deeper than usual, sleep still lingering on him and his features. “You’re still here,” he says as if it’s a miracle, his pink-ish lips pulling up at the corners in a pretty smile.

“Would you rather that I leave?” Questioning teasingly, you hum at the soft pout falling onto his lips, making you shake your head and sigh, reaching a hand to ruffle his already messy hair. “Relax, bambi, I’m just joking.” Sitting yourself up, you climb onto his lap as he leans back against the headboard and gazes up at you, the slightly sleepy look in his eyes making your stomach squeeze.

Slinging your arms around his neck, you let out a hum and push one hand up into his hair, silky strands slipping smoothly through your fingers as you watch his eyes flutter shut and lean back into your touch. You suddenly want him again. Bad.

You thought that last night was enough for you to get him out of your system, but once again, looking at those soft lips, you wish they’d be doing something else right now. Giving his lips a chaste peck, you feel his hands pressing onto your waist with a featherlight pressure, grounding himself in the moment as if just the softest touch of your lips has him floating. Pulling back slightly to watch him, you notice the leftover lipstick marks smeared onto his skin, the reddish tint at the corner of his lips, over his jaw and stretching down to his neck and collarbone.

Tutting gently, you smile to yourself, letting your fingers push his hair back from his forehead before you lean in and stop just a hair’s width away from his lips, your eyes falling shut as you hum and squeeze the back of his neck. “You know, Bambi…” Shifting on his thighs, “there’s something about you driving me crazy.” you tilt your head and before he can think of a response, your lips are on his, lazily kissing him as you shift closer and nip on his lip. His breath fans over your cheek, hands tightening slightly onto your waist as he gets worked up, your kiss turning more heated and rushed. You pant, pulling back, surprised as he leans in and continues mouthing sloppily at your neck.

Offering him the whole expanse of your neck to play with, your eyes stay shut as you feel the accidental scrape of his front teeth against the side of your neck, making you moan and grip at his shoulder, your other hand tugging onto his hair as a reassuring gesture that he's doing well.. His skin is warm against yours despite the shudder which runs through him at the sharp feeling of you tugging onto his hair. He loves it, the type of pain which fuels his fire.

He doesn’t dare to go further, settling for some open mouthed kisses onto your neck, his hands having found the courage to slip under your shirt, which is actually his, but he knows that if you want he’ll let you leave with it. Warm palms spread over your back, you grip his throat and push him back from your skin, his expression mimicking one of a puppy whose toy has been snatched away.

Your lips settling onto his jaw, you suck a mark on the underside of it which makes him jolt, struggling to keep still as you turn his skin a rose colour, finishing it up with a nip. Chuckling at his soft jolt, you murmur a soft praise and pull back to admire his blissed out face, lips parted slightly, eyes shut and his cheeks a matching shade with the mark on his neck.

Sighing deeply, you roll off and lay back, legs parting suggestively as you motion for him to come lay with you with a subtle tilt of your head, watching as his grin widens while he moves to lay between your legs, keeping himself up with the help of his elbows sinking into the mattress as you notice the soft squint in his brows. Blindly reaching a hand to the nightstand, you grab his frames and gently prop them up onto his nose, smiling softly. “There,” Swiping his hair away once again, you smile as he thanks you, his thin frames making his eyes seem just a bit bigger, the nickname ‘Bambi’ even more fitting for him now.

Smiling as his cheeks seem to tint a bit at your gesture, you gently trace his glasses, tucking some longer hairs behind his ear before you settle your hand at the back of his neck, squeezing. “Now,” Trailing off, tone warm, yet holding a certain amount of teasing. “it’s 9, we still have time. So we can have sex, go out for some breakfast and then maybe go to sociology?” Proposing the schedule, his lips part, seemingly focusing on just the first part of the sentence to which he agrees with a dumb nod.

He’s gone to heaven, he thinks. Nothing can convince him otherwise as you kiss him again, ridding him of any coherent thought.

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Bed side drawer - Peter Parker

summary: when Tony finds a box of condoms Peter's bed side drawer, he doesn't expect Peter's girlfriend to walk into the room, causing an awkward interaction. a/n: my toxic trait is that i always imagine tasm!peter even tho it's in the avengers universe 0.6k wc

When Peter walks into his bedroom, the first thing his eyes lay on is the box of condoms in his mentor's hand. Tony Stark smirks from where he sits on his mentee's bed, drinking the cup of coffee Aunt May had so graciously prepared him. Peter's eyes go wide, flickering between his open bed side drawer and his mentor, and he dives across the room to get the box from him. Peter nearly hits his head against the wall when Tony tosses the box in the air, catching it in his hand when it falls down again. Peter's face flushes red as he scrambles back up, straightening his bed sheets where he haphazardly landed on them, mouth gaping open. Peter can hear you laughing with his Aunt May in the living room about another one of May's stories. She always had to tell you about the stories of how smitten he was with you, an attempt for your relationship to last forever. He needs to get that box before you walk in because that was not the situation he imagined you'd meet Mr. Stark in. He refused to let it happen.

Peter tilts his head to the side with desperate eyes, begging "Please give me those Mr. Stark." Tony grins teasingly, saying "You know these only work when there are two people involved, right?" Peter doesn't have time to react before the door to his room opens again and you walk in, saying something about the story Aunt May had told you before your eyes land on the older man in the room, prompting you to go silent. Oh no, Peter thinks. Tony quickly's eyes quickly scan you where you awkwardly stand in the doorway, and the obvious mortification that settles on your face at the realisation of who he is.

"Oh."

"Oh." Tony's tone is suggestive, and completely different from yours. He stands up from Peter's bed, slowly making his way across the room to you. His eyes flicker between you and Peter, the box of condoms still in his hands as you shoot a hand out in front of you, smiling nervously and saying "Hi, I'm y/n." in a lowsy attempt to ignore the box laying in the man's hand, eyes glancing down to it a couple of times. Tony shakes your hand, introducing himself, before asking "And who might you be y/n?" Gulping, you glance between your boyfriend, whose face has flushed a dark shade of red, and the avenger standing in front of you. "I'm Peter's girlfriend." You state, eyes widening as Tony puts the box of condoms in your hand.

"There are two people involved then..." You hear him mutter under his breath, but it's nothing as embarrassing as Aunt May walking into the busy room and observing the situation, attention immediately caught by the box of condoms that you throw at your boyfriend in a panic. The box hits Peter's chest and falls on the floor, and neither of you make a move to pick it up whilst you smile awkwardly at May, who follows Tony out of the room. You huff when they walk out, turning around to dig your head into Peter's chest in humiliation. Your boyfriend hugs you close, rubbing a hand on your back, and he's happy you can't hear Tony say "That girl seems too sweet to be having sex with your nephew." or his Aunt May's scoff of "Yeah until you come back home after a night with your friends and hear everything through those walls. She really knows how to talk dirty."

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even though he will never admit out loud, nanami loves receiving head. Sloppy, dirty, nasty head. He likes to sit there after a long day of hard work, watching you sitting on your knees and give him the most sloppiest head he’s ever had. He loves the feeling when he hits the back of your throat until you’re gagging around him and you come back up for air, drooling, smiling at him so sweetly. “You’re doing such a good job, baby.” He always praises you, his words giving you motivation to make him cum even faster and harder. You’re licking and sucking on his balls, his legs trembling and breath hitching. “Fuck, fuck, just like that,” he moans. He loves grabbing a fistful of your hair, thrusting his hips and fucking your face until your eyes are teary. You make him so worked up, so sensitive that sometimes he has to hold off on cumming too quickly. The sight of your pretty lips wrapped around him makes his brain fuzzy. “So pretty with my dick down your throat,” he cooes. You drive him crazy, because you don’t just suck his dick…you make love to it. You’re always so willing to give to him, dropping to your knees the minute he looks stressed and sucking him off until he’s cumming in your mouth. You don’t understand how much you’ve tainted his brain. “How was work today, Ken?” You casually ask, jerking him off slowly while pre cum leaks from his swollen tip only to have him in your mouth seconds later. Nanami Kento loves head, especially from you.

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⋆˙⟡ How well does he eat it?!

✶⋆.˚Synopsis: How Nanami eats pussy (literally, that’s all)

✶⋆.˚Includes: Nanami x chubby reader ✶⋆.˚Tw: oral (fem), overstim

A/n I strongly believe that Nanami eat pussy like a god

Nanami has always been a gentleman towards everyone around him, except Gojo, but especially to his pretty wife, you. And he needs to make sure that his pretty wife is well taken care of, ensuring that you are satisfied at all times.

Especially when it comes to your pleasure, he seemingly was good at that too, but you aren’t too surprised about it. He’d rather be on his knees, slurping at your cunt like a starved man than let you go on your knees to suck his cock.

Not that he hates the sight of you on your knees, your lips wrapped around his thick cock, gagging when you try to take more of his dick down your throat. But, there was some part of his head that thought it was so much better to way you out than get his cock sucked by you, your juices melting onto his tongue, so sweet and addictive.

Nanami has you spread out so nicely on your shared bed, your thighs rested against his muscular shoulder. Your heels digs into his shoulder, eliciting a delicious groan from him.

You can’t help but drool at the deep, pained groan that escaped Nanami, it was hot. He doesn’t try to push your leg away, no, he’s too busy staring at your pussy lovingly. 

His fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you trapped at his mercy. Nanami’s grip is so tight that veins start to appear along his arm, not like they weren’t visible at all. 

Your soft flesh pools through the gaps of his finders, so soft and warm in his hands. His tongue laps slowly through your folds, humming in delight at the sweet taste of you melting on his tongue. 

The soft whimper you let out was divine, he needed to hear more. He continued to slowly rub his tongue through your slick folds, hearing that quiet sigh of pleasure from you.

His tongue drips into your needy hole, you gasp, the soft tingle of pain coarsed through your body from the stretch. His tongue slips from your hole, rubbing through your folds, stopping at your clit.

Nanami directs his attention to the engorged bud, throbbing and begging for his attention, for him to kiss and lick at. He spreads your thighs wider, causing a tingle of pain from how wide your legs were already opened. 

He presses a hot kiss to your clit, his tongue swirls and flicks at the sensitive bur, drawing gasps and whimpers from you. Your body reacts to his touch, you can barely hide how good you feel, your moans falling from your lips.

Nanami was always good at this, taking his time to savor your flavor. He shows no rush or hurry in his movements, intending to enjoy himself. 

“You taste so good, sweetheart” Nanami mumbles, attaching his lips to your clit again. 

He hollows his cheeks, sucking harshly at your clit. You moan in response, only to squeal from the suddan pleasure, you can barely utter a word when every time you try a moan is ripped from your lips. 

“Nanami~ fuck.. please” you mewl, bucking up to soak up more of the addictive pleasure. 

He groans in response, the vibration running from your foot through your body, it makes your head spin. The pleasure is too much, tears start to brim in your eyes.

There is an intense heat in your belly, burning hot, your thighs are shaking like a leaf in the window. Your hand trails to his hair, tugging on the strands. 

You let out a choked moan and a broken sob of his name, throwing your head back in ecstasy, landing onto the soft pillow that Nanami, so considerately, placed there for you.

You gush around nothing, a broken moan ripped from you. Your legs tremble, your breath short and heavy. 

A wet pop echoes the room as Nanami pulls away from your clit, pressing a soft kiss. Your juices slowly drip from your fluttering hole, rolling down the curve of your ass, dripping onto the bed sheets below. 

You slowly shut your eyes, trying to relax, only to feel pleasure coarse through your body. You tiredly peel your eyes open, your face twinging in pleasure as you suddenly feel your pussy stretching around something, a sweet painless stretch. 

You squeal in shock, glancing down your body to glance at Nanami, questionably. His lips connect to your clit again, sucking and lapping at the already overstimulated bud. 

His finger slips in and out of your sensitive pussy, rubbing so deliciously against your walls. Your head is fuzzy, the overstimulation making you delirious.

More tears pours from your eyes uncontrollably, sobs and moans falling from your lips as you clench tightly around his fingers. “So sensitive..” Nanami utters, his hot breath hitting your clit.

 “N-no.. no more..” you slur, uselessly pushing at his head, attempting to separate Nanami from your clit.

 It's useless, he won’t let go of your clit, contouring to suck the bundle harshly. He dips another finger, your pussy instantly swallowing his fingers, pulling him deeper.

Your eyes roll back so far, clenching so tightly. That heat in your belly is building, again. “P-please!” You mewl, shutting your eyes tightly.

His fingers rub against your walls over and over, nudging against your poor sweet spot. “Nanami!” You wail, gushing around his fingers again. 

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Weak At The Knees

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

Summary: At Starfall, Y/N is searching for Azriel and when she eventually finds him, she is surprised to find him drunker then she had ever seen him before.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

•••

As Y/N turned, her dress spun around her elegantly. The light blue was a contrast to everyone else’s darker gowns making her stand out within the mass of people. Y/N hadn’t picked the dress she wore, that had been down to her mate. Her mate who she hadn’t seen in a while. 

She scanned the room and didn’t see his face in the crowd, nor did she see the shadows that were usually resting calmly upon his shoulders. There was no trace of him. 

“Feyre,” Y/N said, catching the attention of the High Lady. 

Feyre stepped away from Rhys and turned to Y/N with a tired smile. “Y/N, I haven’t seen you all night!”

“I know but I’ve been in search of my mate all night,” Y/N replied. “Have either of you seen him?”

The High Lady shook her head. “The last time I saw him, he was with you.”

Y/N sighed. “That was about an hour ago.”

Y/N looked around the room and out of the corner of her eye spotted a shadow darting towards her. Y/N quickly bid Rhys and Feyre a goodbye and walked to the shadow. It darted out and wrapped around her body, Y/N shivered. Despite his shadows not being a physical being, they were always chilly to the touch and she could swear that she felt Azriel’s hands in their caress. 

“Now where is your master?” Y/N muttered and followed as the shadow led her to a door. 

Y/N opened it and smiled at the sight. Azriel was slumped on the floor, his wings stretched out at his sides, seemingly laying on the floor. An empty bottle resided beside him as he looked out of the floor to ceiling window. 

“There you are,” Y/N said, walking over to her mate. 

Azriel’s head snapped to her and a lopsided grin spread across his face. “Y/N, come and sit with me.”

The moment Y/N sat down beside him, Azriel frowned. “I need you closer.”

Y/N shuffled closer and Azriel continued to frown. “Not close enough.”

Azriel let his legs fall open and gestured for Y/N to sit between them. Y/N chuckled and did as he wanted. 

“Where have you been for the past hour?” Y/N asked as she leant back in his arms. 

Azriel pressed her back to his chest firmly, pressing a soft kiss on the back of her neck. “I’ve been here, waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me?” Y/N questioned, fully relaxing into Azriel’s arms. “Az, I had no clue where you were.”

“Oh, I thought I told you to meet me here?” Azriel asked, caressing her arms, causing goosebumps to trail in his wake. 

“No, my love,” Y/N said. “You never did.”

Azriel huffed. “That explains a lot. I thought you forgot about me.”

“Sweetheart, I could never forget about you,” Y/N said, turning her head to look at him. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not a lot,” Azriel replied, burying his head into the crook of her neck. 

“Then explain the empty bottle beside you,” Isal said, cupping his face. 

“That was for my shadows,” Azriel replied, fighting a grin trying to force its way onto his face.

“I completely believe that1,” Y/N said with a smile as she pulled away from Azriel and stood to her feet. 

Azriel reached out for her, a pout on his face. Y/N chuckled. Azriel rarely ever got this drunk, in fact he rarely ever got tipsy. It had been years since she had seen Azriel indulge this much. 

“Come on,” Y/N said and held Azriel’s hands in hers. 

“Where are we going?” Azriel asked, stumbling to his feet causing Y/N to balance him. 

“To get you to bed,” Y/N said, wrapping her arms around her mate. 

“I don’t want to go to bed,” Azriel complained. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and rested his forehead against hers. “I want to stay here with you.” Azriel pressed a sloppy kiss against her lips. “I wanted to stay here and share a drink with you.”

Y/N pecked his lips. “You took care of that yourself, my love.”

Azriel sighed., frustrated with himself. “Will you come to bed with me?”

Y/N smiled and caressed his face. “Of course. Now come on.”

Y/N led Azriel out of the room, him clinging to her the whole time. There were eyes on them immediately when they stepped out, everyone clearly not used to seeing Azriel act the way he was. 

“I was wondering where Az slipped away to,” Cassian commented, sliding up to the mated pair. 

“He was hiding away in a separate room waiting for me,” Y/N answered while Azriel simply pulled her back against his chest. “An idea he completely forgot to tell me about.”

Cassian looked at Azriel and a quiet laugh sipped past his lips. “It’s been years since I’ve seen him this drunk. But I’ve never seen him like this, the last time he was just…broodier than usual.”

“That’s not true,” Azriel mumbled against Y/N’s head. “Y/N, tell him that it’s not true.”

Y/N laced her fingers with his. “Cass, it isn’t true.”

Cassian laughed and finished off his drink. “Well, I’ll let you get Az to bed. Mother help me when we go to training tomorrow with his hangover.”

Y/N peeled herself away from Azriel, to his dismay. She wrapped Cassian in a quick hug. “Well it’s a good thing that is your problem and not mine.”

“He’s your problem tonight,” Cassian said and pulled away. 

Almost immediately, Azriel’s arms snaked around her waist and pulled her against him and buried his head into the crook of her neck, his lips pressing soft kisses against it. 

“Don’t worry, he’s not a problem,” Y/N said as she turned in Azriel’s arms. 

As Cassian bid goodbye to the couple and went to find his own mate, Azriel began to press more kisses against Y/N’s exposed skin. Despite being mated for over a century, Y/N felt herself begin to get flustered

“Having fun there?” Y/N asked, locking her arms around his neck. 

“I love you,” Azriel mumbled. 

Y/N smiled and gently cupped his face, pulling him away from the crook of her neck. “I love you too.”

“I don’t want to go to bed anymore,” Azriel said. “I want to stay here with you and watch Starfall.”

“Well we can find somewhere to sit,” Y/N suggested. 

“But I just want to be with you,” Azriel whined. 

Y/N’s eyes filled with amusement. “My love, have you forgotten in your drunken haze that there is a balcony connected to our bedroom.”

Azriel smiled. “Can we go there?”

Y/N pecked his lips. “That is where I was taking us anyway.”

“I love you,” Azriel muttered again. 

“You’re awfully affectionate tonight,” Y/N commented. 

Being affectionate was common for Azriel, but only behind closed doors. The most he would initiate any sort of public affection was maybe a quick kiss on the lips or cheek or a squeeze of her hand. But behind closed doors Azriel was the most affectionate male in existence. 

Whenever they were alone and just lounging around after a long day, Azriel’s favourite position was to lay with his head on Y/N’s chest, silently listening to her heartbeat, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“I’m with you,” Azriel answered. 

“Come on,” Y/N said and linked her fingers with Azriel’s. 

Y/N led her mate to their room and closed the door behind them. The moment the doors were closed, Azriel began to pull Y/N over to the double doors to the balcony. Y/N followed him, watching as his wings scraped against the floor. Azriel didn’t seem phased. 

Proceeding to open the doors, Azriel pulled her out into the cool night air. Y/N couldn’t help but smile in response to the genuine joy that presented itself on his face. 

Azriel wrapped his arms around Y/N and pulled her close to him and planted his lips on hers. Y/N smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“There was something I wanted to tell you tonight,” Azriel mumbled against her lips, his body swaying. “I wanted to tell you when I snuck away.”

Y/N caressed Azriel’s cheeks. “What was it, my love?”

Azriel pulled away from Y/N and walked to the end of the balcony. Y/N followed. 

Azriel pointed into the distance. “I bought that cottage you liked.”

Y/N looked at Azriel in disbelief. “You didn’t.”

Azriel turned to Y/N, a smile on his face. “I did. You liked it so I bought it.”

“But you said you didn’t want to move too far away from the rest of the Inner Circle in case anything happens,” Y/N said, wrapping his arms around his neck once again. 

“I know,” Azriel said, his arms slipping around her waist. “But I need to start doing things for myself, not for others. And I have my own family now.”

A fond smile spread across Y/N’s face. “Are you sure about this, Az?”

Azriel nodded. “I had everything planned out tonight. We would slip away and share that bottle of drink together and I would tell you, but I think nerves got in the way and I began to have a few drinks to find the courage to tell you and then I had already finished the bottle and completely forgot to tell you to meet me.”

Y/N threaded her fingers through his hair. “You talk a lot when you’re drunk. And you’re not as articulate with your words either.”

Azriel groaned and buried his head into the crops of Y/Nm’s neck. “This isn’t how I planned it.”

Y/N’s hand found its home on the back of Azriel’s head. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Azriel.”

“I love you so much,” Azriel mumbled, peppering kisses up her neck until his lips met her mouth once more. 

Y/N melted into the kiss, somehow feeling herself falling more in love with Azriel— if that were even possible. 

“I will never tire of kissing you,” Azriel whispered, his hands squeezing her hips. 

“Then kiss me again, but—mmph—“ 

Y/N was cut off by Azriel's lips on hers, this time his mouth fully dominated hers as if he were a starved man. Y/N clung onto him, afraid that if she were to let go, her knees would buckle. 

She could get lost in his kisses with no way out and she would die a happy woman. 

However, the moment Azriel removed one of his hands from where he gripped the railing of the balcony, his body immediately began to sway. Y/N pulled away from the kiss and tried to stop the inevitable conclusion to this stunt but it was too late. Azriel fell back, pulling Y/N down with him. 

His back landed onto the stone balcony with a loud thud while she landed softly upon his chest. Y/N quickly looked at Azriel, afraid that he was hurt but before she could ask him, the most beautiful sound rang through the air. Azriel’s laughter. 

Azriel never laughed often. He would offer the occasional chuckle, or if he were in a specific instance— a giggle, though he would rather be shot down from the sky than ever admit that. 

The laughter was contagious as Y/N began to laugh with him, fully relaxing atop his chest when she knew that he wasn’t hurt. Azriel’s hands rested on her back and hip, keeping her pressed against him. 

“You have me weak at the knees,” Azriel spoke through his laughter.

“You didn’t need to bring me down with you,” Y/N replied. 

“Wherever I go, you go,” Azriel teased. 

Y/N rolled her eyes. “When I said that at our mating ceremony, I didn’t have this particular instance in mind.”

Azriel smiled wide. “It doesn’t matter. You said it.”

“And now I’m living to regret it,” Y/N joked. 

Azriel’s hand caressed her face, his hot breath fanned across it. “No you don’t.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” Y/N replied. 

The moment their lips touched, the most beautiful sight that happened once a year shot across the sky. Both Y/N and Azriel were too wrapped up with one another to notice, but neither of them cared. Their most beautiful sight was when they looked at each other. 

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Pickup Duty (established relationship with Azriel, a little demand by your nephew)

The warm afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the townhouse, casting a soft glow across the room. You were sitting with Feyre, sipping tea and chatting about your latest projects when Nyx bounded into the room, full of energy as usual after spending the day outside.

“Mama!” Nyx called, his small wings fluttering excitedly behind him as he ran over to Feyre. His violet eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked between you and his mother, clearly with something on his mind.

Feyre smiled at him, brushing her fingers through his tousled hair. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Nyx glanced up at you, his expression bright with curiosity. “Can Auntie come take me from school tomorrow? Please?”

His request caught you by surprise, and you exchanged a quick glance with Feyre, who raised an amused eyebrow. Nyx’s innocent, hopeful expression was impossible to resist, and you could feel your heart soften at his excitement.

Feyre chuckled softly, pulling her son into her lap. “You want Auntie to pick you up from school?” she asked, teasing him gently. “Why not me or your father?”

Nyx grinned, his little wings flapping as he giggled. “Because Auntie is fun! She promised we could get sweets after school if she picked me up.”

You laughed softly, realizing you might have mentioned something along those lines during one of your previous visits. “Ah, I see. So that’s why I’m the favorite today.”

Azriel had entered the room by this point, his shadows trailing behind him as he crossed the threshold. His hazel eyes softened when he saw you, but his expression quickly shifted to one of amusement as he took in Nyx’s excited demeanor.

“What’s this about sweets?” Azriel asked, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, the barest hint of a smile on his lips.

Nyx turned toward his uncle, his wings giving an extra flutter of excitement. “Auntie’s gonna pick me up from school tomorrow!”

Azriel’s brows lifted, and he shot you a look, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement. “Oh, is she now?”

You shrugged, unable to keep the smile off your face. “Apparently, I’ve been chosen for pickup duty.”

Feyre looked between all of you, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Well, if it’s all right with your aunt and uncle, then I suppose I don’t see why not.”

Nyx cheered, clapping his hands before launching himself toward you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank you, Auntie!”

You laughed, ruffling his hair affectionately. “All right, little one. But you have to behave in school tomorrow if you want those sweets, deal?”

“Deal!” Nyx agreed enthusiastically, his eyes bright with excitement.

Azriel watched the scene unfold, his shadows swirling around him in a slow, lazy dance. His gaze met yours across the room, and despite his calm demeanor, you could see the fondness in his expression. He stepped closer, gently pulling Nyx off you and hoisting him up onto his shoulder with ease. Nyx squealed with delight as Azriel’s wings flared slightly, steadying the boy as he balanced on his uncle’s broad shoulder.

“And what happens if Nyx doesn’t behave tomorrow?” Azriel asked, his voice laced with teasing.

Nyx pouted playfully, shaking his head. “I’ll be good, I promise, Uncle Az!”

Azriel chuckled, casting you a sidelong glance. “I’ll hold him to that. Though I have a feeling you’re the one spoiling him more than his parents.”

You smiled innocently, leaning back in your chair. “Well, what are aunties for if not a little spoiling?”

Feyre laughed at that, clearly enjoying the playful exchange. “Exactly. Besides, Rhys and I could use a little break sometimes.”

Azriel gave Nyx a final toss in the air before catching him again, setting him back on his feet with ease. He turned to you, one eyebrow raised as his lips quirked up into a half-smile. “Seems like you’ve got yourself a busy day tomorrow. Don’t let him con you into too many sweets.”

Nyx giggled, running back to Feyre, but not before giving you one last enthusiastic wave.

You looked up at Azriel, who was now standing beside you, his wings folded neatly behind him. His eyes were warm as he gazed down at you, the smallest smile lingering on his lips.

“I think you might be his favorite person now,” Azriel said softly, his voice laced with amusement.

You grinned, reaching up to gently touch his arm. “He knows how to work his charm, just like his father.”

Azriel chuckled at that, leaning down to brush a soft kiss against your forehead. “Well, just don’t let him talk you into too many extra sweets. Otherwise, Rhys will have something to say about it.”

You laughed softly, leaning into him as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I’ll do my best.”

As you stood there together, watching Nyx babble on to Feyre about his plans for tomorrow, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. This was your family, and moments like this—filled with warmth, love, and laughter—made you appreciate it all the more.

And tomorrow, as you picked Nyx up from school and indulged in a few treats together, you’d know that you were making memories that would last a lifetime.