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euphoria-looney · 10 days ago

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I Got You On My Radar, Soon You're Gonna Be With Me, "Strategy" By TWICE

Creds to @dollywons for the dividers

This will have a lot of POV switches so get ready 😀

(This has a mother!darling and a daughter!darling, and they are separate from the reader- unless you decide they aren’t 😍😍)

gn!reader (if I accidentally make them seem too feminine, I’m sorry 😞)

Next chapter I'm going to make [name] crash out but not for the reason you think (hopefully not the reason you think)

So Much More.

Pt. 1 Pt.2

Alfred's POV

I couldn't say if I have a favorite among the Wayne family. I've served them for years even now in my old age. Left my own child, Julia, to train to be at my side, servicing the Waynes.

If you had to ask me to narrow down who was my favorite though, it would have to be young master, [name].

They aren't trained to be assassins, vigilantes, or even able to tame feral animals, instead, they excel in normal activities. I remember the first time they approached Master Burce, eyes that had stars glow in them. They wanted to invite Master Bruce to a ballet recital. They danced with such grace and perfection that many had asked them to continue the said sport. Professionally.

However, they had no time to spare as they raced down to see me, looking around frantically, and excitedly, it hurt my heart to see their eyes dim down so quickly after finding out that unfortunately none of their family had come.

Undeterred, they kept trying figure skating, football (soccer), and volleyball. They'd try the music pathway once they noticed sports didn't work. They excused the absences starting with opera since "opera was boring and easy anyway; maybe instruments are more interesting." They tried the violin, cello, organ, and harp. Still nothing.

Of course, it wasn't just these events that the family missed out on, it was also their birthdays, trophy events, everything. I could only try to support them on the side.

They were a gifted child, one, that had a fire burn so brightly. Till it wasn't.

They never stopped doing the activities, but you could tell they no longer cared if the family attended. I'd go and make excuses for them, and they would brush it off.

Then it seemed they had that fire extinguished when Lady [M/D] and Misstress [D/D] came into the picture.

I could only do so much as I wasn't their personal butler.

Then a day ago was their graduation. I believed I could make it, but the circumstances were too busy and important to go to the graduation. So, today, I hope I can make it up with cupcakes. Today is their birthday.

Imagine, my surprise when they started crying, how I felt such guilt, was it the missed events, or even bigger, the graduation?

None of that. They only said how thankful they were for me. I tried to spend the rest of the evening with them, but it just ended up with me being called to see [D/D] with a new animal. I didn't want to leave them.

I had to though, that is my duty as a butler. To serve my masters.

Another perk about [name] though was how understanding they were.

I should've seen the signs.

A smile and nod gave me all I needed to know that they were going to be okay if I left.

After a long day, I went back to my quarters, to see an envelope.

Sealed in wax with a Lotus flower imprinted on it.

Opening it up and reading the contents made numerous thoughts run rapidly in my mind.

Dear, Alfred

I can only hope this news doesn't affect you in any way. I simply couldn't find it in my heart to tell you in person. I'll be leaving the manor. I've left many things in my room that I hope you mind leaving in there. I don't want years of my work to go down the drain, as you see they hold memorial and sentimental value to me.

That's beside the point, Alfie, you mean the world to me. I don't think I could've made it this far without you. There were days I thought of quitting. Seeing your approval was enough for me to keep pushing myself. Alfie, you are the most capable person I've ever seen in anything. This is why I know my disappearance will help you more by taking the unneeded burden off your shoulders.

Alfie, I hope that when I make a name for myself, you will still look at me with such fondness that makes me feel like a child again, clinging onto you like my last hope, as you always have been. Take of yourself, as that is the most important thing about this message. You matter too much for me to ever forget or let go of you, whether it be through memory or anything else.

With love and appreciation,

[name] [last name]

I re-read that letter, over and over again.

True to their words I never saw them again, but they were wrong about one thing.

They were never a burden on my shoulders. Far from it. They felt like- my child, I raised them up and felt proud of the achievements they managed to get on their own.

I knew I had to understand. It was their choice. One that I didn't want to respect. I wanted to drag them back, but with no leads, how does one even do such a thing?

My only choice was to read their entries and watch recordings they did for themselves to look back on.

But that doesn't do the trick, does it?

I'll find a strategy to bring you back young master, I promise.

Journal 7th

(Entry #1)

I'm going into the 7th grade this year. Honestly, everything sucks. I wish to give up. Alfie has been busy since those two new people came into the house. They seem that they don't want to be here. Honestly, relatable.

Alfie tries but he can never understand me. (GUYS THIS WAS THEIR EMO PHASE, it's so unrealistic 😭)

I have to go, I have an ice skating competition to go to.

(Entry #45)

How is this fair!!! This is so sickening.

I've tried everything and what do I get?! NOTHING.

NoW I'm writing all sloppy! Forget it who says I even need their dumb attention!

Here comes waltzing in this mother-daughter duo!

"Oh~, I don't want you guys"

"But we're obsessed with you!"

WELL SCREW ALL OF YOU GUYS.

SIGNING OFF,

[name] [last name]

Journal 9th

(Entry #1)

It's been two years since [M/D] and [D/D] have entered the manor.

Despite what I wrote somewhere in my old journal, I don't hate them. If anything I feel pity for them. They do something that the family doesn't like and it is like their babies that did something wrong.

Not to mention Damian is always monitoring [D/D] at school and it doesn't help that not even the soundproof wall can block off the sound of Mr. Wayne and [M/D].

It's worse at home than before the family would be busy off doing whatever vigilantes do.

Also, it didn't take a while to find that out. As a kid, I thought they were playing dress-up without me. We'll ignore that though.

Anyway, now as soon as their done doing whatever they're to save the city they rush home to smother those two.

I'm starting high school soon. Slowly I'm changing my style so my hair, and clothing. The hoodie phase was... something.

Anyway

Yours truly,

[name] [last name].

Closing the entries, my thoughts are once again interrupted.

"Where's big sibling [name]?" a child/teenager approached me.

This would be [D/D] with a python on her shoulder.

"They're gone, young mistress." I kneeled down to her height.

"Gone?" The tone was menacingly, annoyed. You could hear the python hissing in agreement with his owner.

[D/D]'s POV

I hated how this family held me in such a possessive and obsessive way, but now I think I understand them.

How could I not when staring at [name]?

My precious sibling. If anything I do have something I appreciate this family for, but if I told them they'd probably annoy me even more, they ignored [name] allowing me to be their one true sibling.

They were special compared to everyone else in this whole world.

It sucked every second, moment, that I didn't spend with them. They give the best cuddles anyone could ask for, and they smelled so good.

I also liked their room, it was so ethereal sometimes. Mostly because they were in there but also because they had customized it perfectly, the decorations. I loved the figurines, the Hironos and Smiskis, the most.

However, the most important thing was the scent.

Did I mention that?

When I had first met them it had been a week since I got kidnapped to this god-awful place, I kept getting smothered and needed to just- get away from it all.

I felt so overwhelmed.

Then they walked in front of me, in this, from what I had assumed, abandoned hallway. It freaked me out and I asked what they were doing in this hallway as I was guessing that his hallway would be closed off or something.

"What are you doing here?! Did one of the freaks send you!?" I directed my anger at them since it would only make sense why I'd encounter them.

"What are you talking about? This is my 'wing' of the house, my room is right over there." They had made a confused face at me.

I felt embarrassed but I shook my head not believing them.

"Are you making this up? Listen as much as I don't want to admit this the only people who are living here are my family and Alfred, the only butler. You certainly can't be a part of this family with that attire, and not once has anyone mentioned you." I looked at them up and down.

"I get that a lot, well not really, I don't talk to anyone other than Alfie." Alfie?

"I'm [name] [la- Wayne. I think I'm older than Duke, so I'd be older than you. We don't really interact..."

"Oh, so you're my sibling." Weird her reaction was normal meeting me... "Well don't bother me like the rest of them." I stuck my head up, glancing at them, which wasn't as they were taller than me by a lot."

"The rest of them?"

"Yeah, they're so annoying, you're cool, for now. But they constantly bother me, going on and on about how I'm their precious little sister, boasting their love to me, notice all the jewelry? That's from them." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh." Their tone had changed seemed distance and the way their eyes sharpened, I didn't even notice.

"You know, I like you, you're perfect, want to hang out?" I batted my eyes at them. Something I wouldn't do in front of the others, they just gush over it.

"I'm busy." They answered shortly, already making their way out.

That made me frown.

"Busy? Doing what? I could join you."

"I'd rather you not, I have a performance to do and have no time to waste."

After that moment I would notice them more and more, that even a second not seeing them felt like my world was dying just to be fixed seeing them at the library. They Looked So Cool!

Flipping through a book, typing faster than my eyes could track, and their note-taking, gosh, that handwriting.

Just to be dragged away by that annoying pest, Damian, he'd be like "Good, you're in the library, I have a bunch of books that we can read together.

No, Damian, I don't want to.

I think I also grew on them, a wee bit.

Not to mention, my pets loved them, even more than they loved me sometimes, ungrateful 🙄.

Then one time, I wanted to skip school, and I knew none of the family would let me, even my mom! She would let me do anything to spite the family but not this, as she deemed education important.

So I maybe, sorta, kind of took [name]'s phone number at one point and called them up.

Damian wasn't near me at the moment. Thank Christ, since we attended the same school, same grade, and everything.

They showed up, sighing, they looked so cool with their windbreaker jacket, those s0ny headphones, the pants, the shoes, and that cool instrument case on their back!

They told the principal that they were my babysitter. Like c'mon, we're siblings. Signed their name really fancy and took me in the car.

One of the best memories as they allowed me to watch them practice at their school as long as I didn't bother them.

So I'm a bit peeved at the news I received today from Alfred.

"Gone?" Seems Copperhead agreed.

My head was reeling as a few days passed and my mom seemed to notice (so did everyone else but who cares about them)

I'll have you on my radar soon, my sweet-hearted [name].

"Honey, is something wrong?" She showed concern.

"Of course not, darling-" Father got cut off

"Not you, [D/D]."

"[name] up and left me" I could feel myself deteriorating even more at that sentiment I just said.

"They what?!" Mom seemed to explode at that moment. Her aura suffocating.

[M/D]'s POV

I had no choice; it was by some coincidence that I bumped into Bruce again. In some way, he tricked me, more like manipulated me into marrying him.

It was hard to adapt, of course, it was, somehow my daughter got used to it quicker than me, every time I did something simple one of the kids, those poor traumatized kids would ask to help me. At first, I didn't mind but they did become overbearing just like Bruce.

Don't get me wrong, they've somehow wormed their way into my heart even that dang handsome Bruce, which makes me show signs of Stockholm syndrome, but therapy is not something I need right now.

Though, they could never top [name].

They reminded me of the woman I met through Bruce, and how she was perfect.

So when I found out that she had a child, I couldn't be even more excited to meet her child, [name].

Even though they had no supporters, even one speck of some kind of light kept them going.

I love my daughter [D/D], but she gave up on doing anything used to being spoiled. That just makes me want to spoil her more though.

[name] did many things. I got an invitation to an ice skating competition. Alfred had handed me two tickets.

"Master [name] would appreciate it if you came to her competition, Lady Wayne." Alfred bowed before leaving."

"Woah!~ [name] ice skates?" [D/D] had stars in her eyes.

"Would you like to attend, sweetheart?" I patted her head.

"Anything to get away from home! Though one of my siblings will bother me again." [D/D] pouted.

True to her words we were delayed to the competition.

The sight that we witnessed though, well, I couldn't even describe it.

"Woah~! They did it! They did the triple axel!"

"Okay, but we all know they could've done a quad axel."

"Shut it, Coral, you got disqualified in figure skating when you were 5 years ago, you don't even know how to figure- much less ice skate anymore."

Apparently, the Axel move was one of the hardest moves to pull.

As they made their way off the podium and to Alfred, they smiled understandably as he made excuses for the Wayne household.

"Congratulations [name]!" [D/D] cheered, it made their smile drop for a moment, I didn't notice though, too enamored by their frame.

"Yes, congrats, I didn't know you had such a talent for ice skating." I gave them a bouquet of roses, which I have to thank that dang Bruce for, or else I would've had nothing to give them.

"Figure skating, but thank you." She accepted the flowers before motioning to Alfred that they were going away.

I was going to stop them, but my phone was getting flooded with messages, and when I looked over [D/D] phone was no different.

"Ah! So annoying! I didn't even get to say bye to [name]!" [D/D] had ruffled her hair out of agitation.

Year after year, my schedule got busy and I could never see them that much.

So tell me why, why in the world did my world have to crash and burn during this dinner that seemed to be perfect.

It even had scallop butre.

"Honey, is something wrong?" I was concerned. [D/D] had been in a bad mood all week.

"Of course not, darling-" Bruce got cut off by me.

"Not you, [D/D]."

"[name] up and left me"

"They what?!" I slammed my hand on the table.

"G-gone? What in the world are you talking about, angel?!" I tried to reason.

"They moved! Left! No one knows where though!" [D/D] cried shoving a piece of food into her mouth. Damian scolded her and tried to pat her back before getting his hand slapped away.

"Calm down." Dick went over to calm [D/D] down and Cassandra went over to rub my arm to console me.

"[name]? Darling, who is that." He chuckled, in that stupid possessive way, which would've made me drop this but this was his child!

"Your child! Yours! Remember! The one that has all the trophies!?"

"Trophies?" Tim chimed in.

"don't worry mom, They aren't that many trophies I've earned," Jason added in.

For god sake you pricks! Are any of your names, [name]?!

"I think they are referring to [name] [lastname], masters." Alfred brought out the dessert, his thoughts seemed to also be clouded.

Realization seemed to hit, starting off with Bruce and then spreading.

Who cares about them though.

Don't worry [name], soon you're gonna be with me.

Guys were already making our schedules for next year and being an academic weapon I am I signed up for all Ap.

Junior year is going to kick my ass.

Also

“I can write descriptions”

“Well I can write dialouge”

Man, I can't do either, unless… 😏 y'all beg to differ/j

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tofics · 3 months ago

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You Owe Me - Part 2

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!Reader

Summary: Forced through circumstances out of your control to rely on Joel Miller, you end up traversing the country with him. You're not particularly enthralled with him, and neither is he with you - or so you think, until your period strikes, and you're practically bed-ridden. Or: Joel can't stop jerking off to you after he accidentally got a taste of your lips.

Warnings/tags: canon typical show/game violence, sort of dubious consent (reader gets kissed without being asked and only later agrees), age gap (reader is about ~25 years younger), enemies to lovers kind of, awful period + period cramps, jerking off, fluff, slap on the cheek (brat taming??), unprotected p in v

Word count: ~9k

Previously: How all of that had brought him here, kneeling behind you as the sweetest moans fell from your mouth once more - he didn't know. Joel couldn't tell whether you were a blessing or a curse, if you were the price he had to pay or the price he received. Seeing as how his life had gone though, it was unlikely that you were the latter. And yet he couldn't help but feel like he'd won when he brought his thumbs down on the sides of your lower spine and earned a low moan in return, long and elongated and putting all kinds of pictures into his mind that his head momentarily fell to his chest, a pained expression painted across it. No, no. You were both. A blessing and a curse.

"Joel?"

The mention of his name brought him back to reality. He blinked once, twice, before his eyes focused on you. You were looking at him over your shoulder through hooded lids, your hair all frizzy around your head from how it had rubbed against the cushion. Lord have mercy. If he didn't know any better, he'd have said you looked all fucked out.

"What is it, darlin'?"

There it was again. Not your finger in his face, no, but your bottom lip slowly pushing out into a pout. Joel swallowed. You had to be doin' this on purpose, right? ...right?

"You stopped." You looked at him with your pout, all sad and sorrowful. It was such a pitiful picture that the corners of Joel's mouth quirked up.

"Sorry. Thumbs're hurtin', is all. Gimme a moment," he replied and shifted so you hopefully, hopefully couldn't see the strain in his pants.

You sighed and plopped your head back down on the sofa. Joel exhaled quietly in relief.

"S' still hurting like hell in the front," he heard you murmur into your arms.

"Hmm?" His thumbs were hurtin', he hadn't lied about that. While he waited for the ache to pass, he gently drew his fingers across the exposed skin of your back. He could do that much, at least. And he'd get to keep touching you.

"S' still cramping like hell," you repeated and looked back up at him over your shoulder. That goddamn pout.

Joel inhaled deeply. Keep yourself in check. His hand brushed over your lower back once more. "I know, darlin'. I'm sorry."

He'd had a lot of low points in his life, there was no doubt about that. But this, this had to be his lowest. Joel was bent over what had once been a bathroom counter, his forehead bunched up as he brought his fist down around his hardened cock, once, twice, again and again. Here he was, furiously jacking himself off behind closed doors, trying to hold in his moans and groans through gritted teeth and bitten lips while you finally slept in the living room.

It had taken a while until you'd been able to drift off to sleep. Joel had massaged your lower back a little longer, the hard-on in his pants pressing uncomfortably against the seams, but he hadn't dared to adjust himself for fear of you turning around and seeing what your moans had caused. He'd felt like a fuckin' teenager, getting a boner like that from just touching on you. It was ridiculous. And then, you'd asked him to pet your head.

Can I lay on your lap while you brush over my head? He was convinced then that you knew. You simply had to know. But there was nothing on your face that indicated any form of evil intent on your behalf. You just wanted his comfort - you were in pain, nothing more than that. Joel had scolded himself, then awkwardly gotten up with a pillow already held to his crotch as inconspicuously as possible. C'mon, he'd said and you'd laid your head on his lap, two layers of worn out fabric and a few measly clumped up feathers being the only thing that kept your face from his hard-on. He'd almost felt ashamed as you closed your eyes and he began stroking a hand over your forehead. Sick old pervert.

That's how he felt now, hunched over as he got himself off to the memories of your moans once more. He came onto the splintered wood with a muffled groan, his free hand balled into a fist. Sick old pervert, he told himself again as he wiped his hand on a ragged old towel behind the bathroom door and closed his pants back up. He'd make sure to tell you not to go into this bathroom when you woke again next morning. Dead infected, he'd say, and hope that you wouldn't check.

Your period wasn't any more forgiving on the second day than it had been the first. You spent most of it on the couch, dozing in and out of your misery while every single bone in your body ached. The only times you got up were to change your pads and to do your business in the backyard, making sure each time to tell Joel to not look. He was weirdly gentle with you, bringing you water every now and then and making sure you ate. He'd apparently found a well in one of the backyards just a few houses away, so at least you didn't have to worry about dehydrating while you bled and bled and bled.

You woke up again sometime in the late afternoon to the warmth and crackling sounds of a fire. Joel must've had started it in the fireplace while you had been asleep. You also found yourself draped in a blanket that hadn't been there before. A small smile appeared on your face at the gesture. Gruff and snappy as he was, he sure had his sweet moments, just like when he'd massaged you last night.

With a stifled yawn you stretched your (still) aching limbs, then paused mid-stretch as your eyes landed on something by the fireplace. What was that hanging from a string above the fire...?

"JOEL!"

Thump, thump, thump. He came thundering down the stairs and sprinted into the living room, rifle raised.

"What, what," he asked hoarsely, his eyes quickly scanning the room for whatever danger had made you call out to him. You glared at him from your position on the sofa.

"Did you - did you wash my pads?!"

He blinked, then lowered his rifle. A hint of pink colored the tip of his ears. "Uh... yeah. Figured you'd need 'em." He scratched his neck, shuffled his foot.

You kept staring at him. "You... washed. My pads."

You could feel the heat in your face as your own cheeks got colored a soft pink.

"Uh-huh." He nodded again. "Washed 'em out in cold water first, then boiled 'em..." Joel finally seemed to pick up on your embarrassment. "Ain't much different than washin' bloody clothes." He shrugged.

"Umh. Thank you." Pink was a long forgotten shade. Your face resembled more that of a tomato now.

"Don't mention it." Joel stood in the doorway a moment longer, then went back upstairs to do whatever he had been doing before you'd called him down.

Some things fade as time passes. For example, you didn't remember much about your mom. She'd passed away early on after the outbreak, and you had been so young, barely ten years old, that you had a hard time recalling her in your mind. There were a couple of times though when you'd hear her in your mind clear as day.

This was one of those moments, as you stood in the upstairs bathroom of the house you and Joel were staying in. The cracked mirror was foggy as you stepped up to it and ran a hand over the cold and wet glass. Your reflection was slightly warped, but you could see the warm flush in your cheeks, the way your damp hair settled around your head.

Baths can make you feel like a new person. She'd always said that as she'd bathed you when you were sick, and you had to give it to her. She was right about that.

Joel had surprised you with a bath, of all things. He'd spend a day upstairs scrubbing down this tub so he could fill it with hot water, one bucket warmed up over the fire carried up after the other, the tub filling up painfully slowly. You'd walked up and down with him with each water delivery excitedly, watching how the water level slowly rose. Of course you had offered to carry some of the buckets yourself - it's for me, just let me do the work - but he had just shaken his head and grumbled at you. I got it.

It had felt so good, slipping into the warm water. You carefully used the strands of soap you had shaved off of the piece Joel had stashed in your backpack, taking your time as you slathered your body from head to toe. The warmth of the water relaxed your muscles. By the time you were done, you truly did feel like a new person.

You had spent the last three weeks in the same outfit, but now you slipped into the spare set that had been in your backpack. Complete with a fresh pair of panties and a fresh pad, you couldn't remember a time you'd felt so comfortable in the last three, now almost four weeks.

The drain gurgled as you let out your bath water. Soap, grime and blood all swirled around and then slowly disappeared down the creaky old pipes.

Joel sat downstairs by the fire as you came down. His gaze flickered up to you from his book as you stepped into the living room.

"How was it?"

You hesitated, unsure of how to express your gratitude. You pulled your sleeves over your hands, nestled around with the fabric in your fingers. "Like a whole new person," you said finally, a soft smile settling on your lips.

He could tell you meant it too. There was a sense of serenity about you that had been severely lacking the past two days - hell, the last couple of weeks. Joel hadn't known you all that long, but this was the first time you didn't seem tense.

"Mhh, I can tell. Might have to go through that whole hassle again, make me a new person too. Sure could do with a new pair of knees."

The bath didn't grant him a new set of knees, but he couldn't deny that he felt fresher than he had in weeks. He came down the stairs to tell you how you'd been right, running a hand through his damp locks to get 'em out of his forehead when he found you on the couch, a sour expression on your face as you stared up at the ceiling.

"Thought you said you felt all fresh," he commented as he sat down in the armchair again. He couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed at the sight of your frown. Hadn't he helped you feel good? You mumbled something under your breath, still staring at the ceiling.

"What's that now?"

You sat up with a sigh. "I said I did, right up until these fuck-ass cramps picked up again." Another one shot through your abdomen right then, like your uterus was giving you the finger for what you had said. You winced and closed your eyes, your nostrils flaring. Why, why had you been born a woman?!

"Back hurtin' you again?"

You nodded, unable to keep the pout from your lips. "The whole damn deal."

Joel knew. He knew he shouldn't. He'd done so well today, busying himself in completely taking apart his gun, cleaning it meticulously before setting it back together as you took your bath. The idea of you, laying in that tub in just your birthday suit - it had only appeared to him once, maybe twice. His hands had stayed out of his pants, he hadn't paid any new visits to the downstairs bathroom.

But now, you were in pain. He shouldn't offer. He'd done enough today, heaving bucket after bucket of scorching hot water up the steps to fill that tub for you. He'd done his share.

"Want me to have another go at it?"

God-damn-it, Miller. Pray she says no. What was he supposed to do? Let you suffer?

Damn right you should, he scolded himself.

"Would you? You've already done so much for me today. I couldn't impose on you like that -"

Damn right, you couldn't.

"Ain't no bother, sweetheart. C'mon. On your knees, like yesterday."

Diggin' yer own damn grave, that's what yer doin. And didn't he know it.

You were so compliant, so quick to get down on your knees in front of the couch. Joel had half a mind to put a stop to the images that were already flooding his mind at how swiftly you slid from the couch to the ground.

Sick old pervert. Gettin' off on commandin' a young little thing to get on 'er knees.

His joints ached as he dropped down on one, both knees behind you, once again glad for the fact that your head was already buried in the sofa cushions. He was sure the eagerness was written across his face, just short of some drool leaking down his chin.

Should be ashamed of yerself.

He would be, later. When he'd undoubtedly be curled over the bathroom counter once more, spray painting its remnants with his cum. He'd been so good today-

"Joel." You whined in front of him, lightly wiggled your hips as if to say get a move on. Joel found himself questioning once again if perhaps you did know what you were doing to him. "Alright, alright. Gettin' to it, kiddo. No need to whine."

Just like the day before, you melted like chocolate under his touch. Your tense body became pliant, coming loose under his strong thumbs digging into your back. Up your spine, up up up, from down around your tailbone all the way up to your ribcage. In his fingers dug, kneading through your skin and muscles like you were dough.

He'd pushed up your shirt a little higher this time, just an inch or two. You hadn't commented on it. Save for his name, you hadn't said anything since you'd gotten back down on your knees. With the first slump of your shoulders came your first moan, sweet and short, like you probably had moaned when you'd dipped your toes into the hot water first. Joel pressed his thumbs up your spine carefully, running his calloused tips deep into your tissue. A red trail followed his motions as your skin began to bloom under his touch.

Up and down, up and down. His fingers worked tirelessly into your aching back. Joel's brows were furrowed in concentration as he searched out the kinks in your muscles, finding the delicate spots that made you jump and keen. Whether you knew it or not, the words tumbling from your lips when he found a point that gave you trouble were like cocaine to him. Oh my god Joel, right there, fuck- and shit, yes, that's the spot- and right there, right there, oh good fucking god.

It took about three of your moans and one mumbled praise for his work until you'd hitched the tent in his pants again. Joel's cock twitched in his boxers as he dug into your back, begging to be set free. The tips of his ears were burning, set alight each time you commented on another knot he found in your back.

Sick old pervert.

He couldn't help it. Touching you was like drinking nectar. He'd never felt anything so delicate under his weathered hands, never before touched on skin so soft and warm -

"Fuck, Joel, right there. Oh god, yes. Don't stop, please."

You'd be the death of him.

"Tell me where it hurts, babygirl."

Your hands came around your back, shakily trying to locate the spots that bothered you. Joel backed up an inch so you wouldn't accidentally brush over his hard-on.

"S' in here-" Your hand flew over your lower spine, close to your tailbone, where Joel had already spent a good portion of his energy. "An' here-" You fingered over where your bra sat, then hunched up your shoulders. "-n' here, drawing all up into my neck." Your fingers trailed up your neck and got lost in your hair at the base of your neck.

"Mh." Joel tutted at you. "Got my work cut out for me, hu, darlin'?"

He saw your head beginning to turn towards him, likely to interject how he didn't have to, but he laid his hands on your shoulder blades instead, swiftly pushing you back down into the cushions. "Ah, ah. Ain't said I wasn't gonna do it. Relax, darlin'. I got you."

He could feel the grumble vibrate in your chest as he slid his fingers down your spine. "Mh. Lotta' spots givin' you trouble, mh?"

She said as much. Ya need te hear it again, sick old pervert?

"See if we can rectify that for ya, eh? Let Joel take care of ya."

He knew he was treading on thin ice, practically heard it cracking under his feet. His words bordered on dirty talk, but he just couldn't help himself. You gave your back to him so willingly, downright begging for his touch.

He was just a man, after all.

A sick, old, perverted man.

"Might wanna lose this, darlin'. Gonna be a relief for sure, n' I can't go rubbin' over it." Joel lightly tapped on the clasp of your bra over your shirt. He already knew he was going to hell anyway. And he really couldn't go on rubbing over your bra. Wouldn't have been comfortable, for you or him.

He'd expected you to object, had half expected a lecture (that he rightfully deserved), but none of that came. Instead, he watched you do that little wiggly move he'd seen women do before where they reach under their shirt and take their bra off without anything ever showing. It had always been one of his favorites to see. One second a woman would be wearing a bra, the next it got tossed across the room, not a single piece of clothing ever having gone amiss in the meantime. As far as Joel was concerned, it was a little magic trick.

And you pulled it off without a hitch. He tried not to look in too much detail as you put the garment next to you on the sofa. He had other things to focus on.

Wallpaper, wallpaper, hole in the wall, wallpaper, rusty nail, crooked crown molding. He could've fixed that easy, back in the day. Didn't need much more than the tools in his belt to do it. Would've made a fine job of it too.

Door frame. Tarnished, cracked. Long forgotten. He could take care of it, bring it back to life, with just a few touches here and there. Just a bit of straightening up the ridge, nothing too fancy. He could certainly do it, expert that he was, doing work with his hands. He'd bring the wood back in shape, love the wood like it was meant to be, gently work on it until it'd comply with his hands and mold to his touch, soft and warm-

No, no, strong and hard, like wood was supposed to be. Fuck, this was going nowhere.

Joel was doing all in his might to distract himself from how you were falling apart under his touch. Your moans didn't let up, praises flowing freely from your mouth as he slowly worked his way up your entire back, pushing more and more of your shirt out of the way until all of your back was exposed to him.

He was glued to the carpet where he knelt, afraid to even move an inch. If he looked hard enough, he could imagine the soft rounds higher on your torso, where shoulder blades softly gave way to what he was sure was a delightful pair of boobs-

No, nope, he wasn't gonna move. Couldn't risk it, not even an inch. If just the thought of your breasts sent his head careening, what would a mild case of side-boobs do to him? He couldn't risk it.

Pity what you consider 'standards', pervy old man.

He did what he could. And he was making you feel so good. You kept telling him so. That had to count for something, didn't it?

You wish.

Where was he, then?

Door frame. Right. Perhaps he'd have to replace parts of it. That'd be okay, too. He'd have to find wood to match the leftover structure - sand the original down, couple of times likely, then apply the stain. He could make sure the new and old pieces matched up that way-

"Fuck, Joel. Yes. Right there."

His head slumped down in defeat.

"Babygirl, please. Go easy on me. I can't do this no more." Joel's beard touched on his chest as he shook his head. "I can't - I'm tryin', I am -"

He heard you shift, felt the loss of your warm skin under his hands as you turned around in front of him. He couldn't look, just kept his eyes shut, not out of respect but-

Open yer damn eyes, you coward. See how she looks at you. Face your shame.

Joel forced his eyes open.

He wasn't met with shame, or even disgust. You had a worried look to you, like you couldn't quite figure out what had happened.

"Are you okay? I'm - I'm sorry, I knew I shouldn't have let you go on for so long, your hands must be hurting-" You felt awful. Joel looked like he was in actual pain. In all your bliss, you had let him work on your back for way longer than you had promised yourself, and he had overexerted himself.

"I'm so sorry, Joel," you started again, but then his hand flew up in the air, silencing you almost immediately. You looked at him with big eyes, trying to read his face. He was red all over from how exhausted he was.

Let an old man work for you like that, you should be ashamed. What are you, a princess?

"Joel-"

"Darlin', I ain't hurtin'. Is' - s' just - goddammit." You watched him run a tired hand over his face. Was it just you, or were the tips of his ears a slightly darker shade of red than the rest of his face?

Joel sighed. You looked at him with worried eyes. What had you done?

"Sweetheart, ain't about you workin' me to the bone. I don't mind that one bit. Trust me," he insisted as you opened your mouth to object. "S' about how you... how you respond to my touch."

You furrowed your brows. "Uh...huh?"

"Your moans, darlin'. They're just about killin' me."

...oh.

You felt your face flush red in a couple of seconds. Of course. How thoughtless of you.

"I'm - I'm real sorry, Joel, I didn't-" Joel shifted in front of you, visibly uncomfortable, and your eyes fell into his lap, widening at what you saw.

Oh.

If possible, you grew a couple shades darker in the face. You could feel the heat pulsating in your ears as your eyes flicked around the room, unsure of where to look. "I'm - uhh, sorry...?"

You heard Joel huff. "Will you quit apologizin'? S' fine. I'm the one that ought to be apologizin'. Ya didn't mean te-"

"You? You've been nothing but good to me all day! You did nothing wrong!"

Another huff of amusement. "I got a tent in my pants here that says otherwise."

Your eyes found his, decidedly staying on his face. "Yeah well, but that's... natural. Not like you're doing that on purpose."

"That bit, no. But I'd be lyin' if I said touchin' on you, workin' your back - that ain't just entirely for your benefit."

He figured if he went with the truth, he might as well come clean about it all. Half-truths had never really been Joel's thing.

He watched you work through his words, could practically see the gears in your head turnin'. He wouldn't have blamed you if you had told him off, hell, he was expecting your finger to come flying into his face any minute now.

"Alright."

He blinked, once, twice. Hu?

"Alright?"

You nodded, slowly at first, then more decidedly. "Alright. Yeah."

Joel's eye was twitching. "Uh... catch me up, darlin'. I got no idea what you mean."

"I mean, alright. Yeah. You can... do me. If you want to."

He watched the words come out of your mouth, heard them coming in through his ears, a faint ringing sound following them. Surely, he had to have heard wrong.

"Come again?"

A slow smile spread across your face. Joel watched it stretch out, like a cat waking up after a nap. The ringing sound in his ears wouldn't die down.

"I said, you can do me. Fuck me. Make love to me, whatever you wanna call it. You have my consent."

Well, now you've done it. You've broken the man.

Joel kept looking at you, a blank expression on his face. The silence between the two of you began to stretch so long that you were seriously beginning to worry.

"...Joel?" You snapped your fingers twice in front of his eyes. "Miller? You home?"

His eyes zeroed back in on you and you let out a sigh of relief. Not a stroke, then. Good. The tips of Joel's ears were burning a bright red. You had to bite down on your lips to keep from smiling.

"You... good?"

He nodded slowly. "Y-yeah. Sorry, sweetheart. Thought I heard you say I could do you there for a second. Fried my brain for a moment."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that. The mighty Joel Miller, feared by all, reduced to an abashed puddle by just a few of your words. Now wasn't that something to see.

"Probably cause I did. Do you need me to write you an invitation? Put my consent on paper? You surprise me, Miller. Didn't seem much to care for it when you pulled me in for that kiss on the stree-"

"Uh-uh." Joel suddenly growled and leaned forward, towering slightly over you on his arms. "None of that again. I paid my dues. Got you out. I drew you a damn bath, girly. What more do you want?"

His finger was right in your face, daring you to object to him. You bit down on your lips once more, trying not to grin at the reversed roles.

"I want you to help me with my cramps. Not on my back. In the front. Please?"

Look at that, you old fucker. Got her on her knees in front of you, begging you to take her. Ain't you a lucky old bastard.

And didn't he know it. Joel's tongue darted into his cheek as he looked you over, taking in your puppy eyes and slight grin that was surely meant to taunt him, but only spurned on the hitched tent in his pants. If you had been a sight to see while he drooled over you in secret, you were almost out of this world when you wanted him to touch on you. Like that.

He shifted around on his knees, a hand on his crotch to find a more comfortable position for his hardened cock that was straining to spring free. "Darlin' -" His voice was strained. "Not that I don't want to, but it wouldn't be right, me being that much older than you-"

Oh, so now you got standards, you pervy old man? Who are you trying to fool?

"Joel, do I need to beg?"

Yes darlin', please, on your knees, impatient and whining like when you were waiting for my hands on your back-

"Cause I will."

Lord have mercy.

Joel had you scooped up in his arms faster than you could blink, bringing you onto his lap in one swift motion, his old arms and knees suddenly very willing to be cooperating with him.

"No, sweetheart. Don't gotta beg," he said as he cupped your face with his hands, running a gentle finger over your cheek to tug a hair behind your ear. "Joel's got you. I'll help you with your cramps. No begging needed."

He looked at you a moment longer, determined to take all of it in. The way you were looking at him expectantly, a soft tint of color in your cheeks hinting at the fact that you were perhaps a bit nervous, the way your teeth bit down in your bottom lip. There was a glint in your eyes too, the kind he had seen when he had pleaded for you to work with him. You looked wicked, bewitching. You could've told him to lick the floor in that moment, and he would've done it, no questions asked.

Joel Miller was a goner for you.

No news there, you old fuck. Now get to it, before she changes her mind.

Joel took one last look at you before he gently tilted his head and put your lips on his. It was a gentle kiss, soft and probing, just testing the waters. He was dipping his toes in, seeing how you reacted to him.

Your lips met his hesitantly, just a blank, unmoving canvas at first, but then you came to life. He felt your lips beginning to move against his own, tentatively and careful, just like he had been. Joel's right hand slipped from your cheek to the back of your head to hold you tighter, his left thumb drawing soothing circles on your other cheek for comfort. I got you, darlin'. Let yourself fall, he was trying to say, and you seemed to understand, sighing and relaxing into him with your body.

Spurned on by your reaction, Joel nipped at your bottom lip, asking you to let him in. He didn't have to ask twice. Your lips promptly opened at his silent request, letting Joel's tongue in to taste the sweetness of your mouth.

My god, you tasted like heaven. Joel was certain he'd never tasted anything so sweet in his life before and he couldn't hold back the groan that had built in his throat. His hands flew down to your hips, securing you against him tightly, as he rocked forward to push himself up. "Hold on to me, sweetheart."

You were so obedient, legs swiftly gripping around his waist as he pushed himself up to heave you and himself on the couch. Joel grunted with the effort and from impatience. He couldn't wait to feel your legs wrapped around him like that without a barrier of fabric between them.

You were gently laid down in your preferred place for sulking, though you couldn't currently remember which, if any problems you had had in the past few days to complain about. Any and all period-related issues seemed to have flown right out of your mind the moment Joel had put his lips on yours, and your brain was too busy tracking the movement of his hands on your body to do anything else, even if it was just about 'remembering'.

He had laid you down on the sofa and had positioned himself over you with one knee between your legs, while he steadied himself with one foot on the ground. The couch wasn't very wide, but you didn't have it on your mind to complain, and neither did Joel. Not that you would've had any time to complain either. Joel was too busy by keeping your mouth occupied with his own while his hands traveled up and down your body as if he was trying to map out all your curves and dips. He must've had more than just two hands, the way he was feeling you up, his hands seemingly everywhere on you at once, brushing over your shoulder, running up the side of your neck to tug on your hair at the base of your neck, holding you at your waist to steady you, then gently cupping your breast before giving it a careful squeeze. There wasn't any part of you that remained untouched and all you could do was try to remember how to breathe in between moans.

"Joel," you panted when he'd abandoned your lips in favor of your neck, trailing down kisses towards your collarbone where he nipped at the skin and then promptly brought his lips down on the harsh mark, soothing what little pain he caused you. There was a growing need between your legs, your arousal mixing with your wetness from your period. You felt a tug in your abdomen, decidedly different from the cramps you had been experiencing for the past days. While also slightly painful, this one was born out of want. You wanted Joel inside of you - no, needed him inside of you.

So you're an old-people fucker now? Yeah?

Apparently, you were, if Joel Miller could be described as "old". He certainly felt anything but as his hands glided under your shirt and found one of your breasts, his thumb and index finger trailing up the soft skin until they found your nipple to take between them, rolling it gently between his finger tips. You moaned into Joel's mouth at the sensation, bucked your hips up into him. Needy, needy, needy. You needed him.

Old-people fucker. Yep.

"I got you, darlin'. I got you," he reassured you when you ground your hips against him, willfully. "Just gotta sample everything on the menu first, before we get to the desert. I got you, sweetheart. Relax."

You whined at his murmured words. You couldn't relax, it was the furthest thing from your mind when there was a pool of heat between your legs that you needed to be cooled down.

"Ah, now." Joel tutted in your ear as you writhed beneath him. "Patience, darlin'. You trust me, don't you?"

You pushed your bottom lip out in response. Of course you trusted him. But that didn't mean you couldn't ask him to hurry the fuck up?

There was a light smack on your cheek before you knew it. You blinked, feeling the stinging sensation before heat spread through your cheek where his fingers had struck you.

"I set the pace. You hear me, sweet cheeks?" Joel's beard prickled against your tingling skin as he pressed soft and gentle kisses on your blooming cheek. "'Nough with the impatience. I got you. I'll take care of you. You gotta trust daddy Joel."

Fine, perhaps he got a little carried away with his smack, but you didn't seem to mind, not severely anyway. He watched you closely just in case, looking for signs that you were uncomfortable or wanted him to stop, but even though you'd looked mildly shocked after he had struck your cheek, your eyes had soon glazed back over with bliss as he worked your nipples between his fingertips. Attagirl.

Joel felt like a kid on Christmas morning, the way he got to undress you piece by piece. It was like tearing off wrapping paper, except he didn't tear through your clothes (not for a lack of want - he'd have scoured the down for new clothes for you if he didn't know that was just a tad overboard) but carefully slipped them off of you, piece by piece, step by step. With each garment of fabric that got discarded on the floor, he got to unearth more and more of you. More of your delicate and soft skin that he had been lucky enough to get a taste of from behind as early as the previous day.

He got stuck on your boobs for a good long while, drawn in by the sight as soon as he pushed your shirt up over them. It was just too good of a sight to pass up, and he had to get a taste to commit your breasts to his memory for good. He sampled one boob first, kissing up from below it and working his way towards your areola, taking his time with your nip as he whirled his tongue around it, even gently pulled on it with his teeth.

Joel couldn't decide what he liked better, the way you felt and tasted under his tongue or how your body responded to him, writhing and rocking up towards him to meet his mouth, the sweetest moans and whimpers falling from your lips as he mapped out your torso with his tongue. It was a hard decision, and he kept falling back and forth between it.

He knew he was pushing your patience by sound of your moans changing. They got breathier and whinier as he went on, sampling your other breast in the same slow and painstakingly precise way he had the other, and he could hear how worked up you were getting, your whines rising in pitch with every stroke of his tongue.

"Joel, please."

He chuckled, drew himself up to meet your pleading look at eye-level. "Gettin' there, sweetheart. I promise." Joel watched your bottom lip push out once more into that delightful pout of yours. He dipped down to suck on it, pulling your plump lip in between his and nibbling softly on it before capturing you in another sloppy kiss.

If it hadn't been for the stark reminder in his pants, he would've worked you over until you were nothing but a whimpering mess underneath him, begging for him with tears in your eyes, but alas, he was nearing the end of what he could take as well.

There was only so much he could do to your upper body before he inevitably got pulled downwards to where you wanted him most, needed him most.

You all but scrambled to help him get out of your pants as he tucked the fabric down your hips, your bottom springing up into the air when he tapped a cheek and nudged his head upwards. "Up, babygirl." A low chuckle rumbled through his chest as he pulled your pants down your legs, carefully slipping them off your feet. "Needy little thing, aren't ya. Mhh, me too, darlin'. Can't wait either." He lightly grabbed your calf and helped your leg up on his shoulder, peppering kisses up your shin towards your knee.

You fumbled with his hair when he continued his trail up your thigh, stopping him when he was more than halfway towards his target. Joel looked up at you from between your legs, his hand running up and down your leg that was holstered on his shoulder. "Somethin' wrong, babygirl?"

You mumbled something unintelligibly, color blooming in your cheeks without his palms ever having come near either of them. You were too quiet for him to hear all of it, but he could make out a few words here and there. Period and all he heard and don't wanna make a mess and the smell.

Joel kissed your thigh again, not nearing your core. "Don't gotta worry about that, hun. Ain't nothing I'd care about. But I'm not gonna do somethin' you don't want. Alright?" He looked at you, made sure you saw the sincerity in his eyes. You fumbled around with your fingers, visibly uncomfortable. Joel kissed your thigh once more.

"Ain't gonna do anythin' you don't like," he repeated and brought himself up again so he was hovering over your torso once more, lavishing kisses on any piece of skin he could find on his way, save for where your panties kept you hidden from him. He made sure to move around it with enough distance that you knew he took you seriously, honored your boundaries. He still had standards.

Low fuckin' standards. More like bare fuckin' minimum.

If anyone had told you you'd be under Joel fucking Miller three weeks ago, you'd have laughed at them and asked them if they'd had one too many helpings of moonshine. Yet here you were, stark naked from top to bottom, laid out for him to see like an exhibition piece under no one else than Joel fucking Miller, about to fuck you.

It was as much as a surprise to you as his tenderness had been. Besides the strike on your cheek (which, the more you thought about it, you didn't really mind) he was being more than soft and gentle with you, working over every spot of you with a dedication and mind for detail that you had never encountered before. You had been exceedingly grateful when he had heeded your wishes about not coming close to your core with his mouth, and it could have been your imagination, but he had seemed even more gentle with you when he slowly coaxed your panties off of you, praising you and leaving kisses all over as he went. You'd never been called so many pet names in one day, let alone within the two minutes it took him to get you out of your underwear. Doin' so good, darlin' and you're so beautiful, sweetheart and never felt a thing so soft, tasted anything so sweet had been among the many, many things he'd purred at you.

Now he was lining himself up at your entrance, kneeling on the sofa with one leg while he steadied himself with the other on the ground as he softly padded the tip of his cock against your soaking folds. You still didn't feel too keen about being out in the open like that, blood just leaking out of you unstopped, but Joel seemed to have an answer for that too.

"Gonna draw you another bath afterwards, mh, pretty girl? Get you all cleaned up nice?" He dipped just the bare tip of his slightly leaking head between your lower lips, gently dragging it up and down, coating himself in what you were sure was a bloody mess. While picturing what was leaking out of you made you tense up slightly, Joel seemed blissed out at the sighed of it. You could see the glint in his eyes, the hunger that was written all over his face as he dragged his cock up and down through your slick, coating himself and more of you in it.

"Ain't that the prettiest cunt I ever did see," he mumbled, his eyes transfixed on your entrance. You felt your cheeks bloom once more, both from the compliment and embarrassment you felt. It was a strange sensation, to feel so flattered and put on the spot at the same time.

Joel didn't give you much more time to think about it though. You flinched when you suddenly felt his warm tip tapping against your clit, gently but forceful enough to send tiny sparks flying through you. "There she is," he said and you saw the smile draw across his face. "Saw you getting all lost in your own pretty head, darlin'. Can't have you zoning out now, we're just getting to the good part." He lightly tapped against your clit once more, a sly grin taking over when he saw how you inhaled sharply at the sensation.

"With me now, sweet cheeks? Ready for me to come inside?"

Joel fucking Miller, a man full of surprises, as you had come to learn. Looks like he could learn after all.

"Yeah," you breathed out and shook your head eagerly. "Yes, please."

You saw his eyes darken as you renewed your consent. A growl sounded from his chest and he quickly dipped down once more, surprising you with another fierce kiss. "Attagirl."

You felt him align himself with your entrance once more, the tip of his length pressing against your aching entrance. "Eyes on me, sweet cheeks," he murmured and your eyes quickly flew to meet his, not wanting to do anything that could stop him from what he was about to do. A kiss was placed on the edge of your lips. "Good girl. Listening to me so good. Makin' me real happy, you know that?"

You gasped as you felt Joel slowly pushing into you. It was a good stretch, on the brink of too much, but he took it slow, pushing in inch by inch while he peppered your chin with more kisses in between murmured praises. "Look at you, taking me so well. Doin' so good, sweetheart. S' a bit of a stretch, hm? Yeah? Pretty thing like you, all tight for big ole' me?" More kisses rained down on your face, Joel's beard tickling over your cheeks as he kissed down your nose, teeth nipping at your lips. "God, you feel so good," he breathed out and you watched in awe as his eyes fluttered close. He was filling you out more and more and you wondered how much more there could possibly be of him as he kept gently pushing into you.

Joel stilled as he bottomed you out, the tip of his cock pressing into you deeply. You could feel it deep inside of you, a gentle push on a spot you alone could never reach, not even dream of reaching. Your breath was shallow, trying to get acclimated to his width.

You felt Joel's beard brush against your face as his head dipped down. "God, darlin'. Takin' me so good. Let me come in all the way, didn't ya? Such a good girl." Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt him retract slightly, the gentle pressure on your inside slowly retreating as Joel slowly pulled himself out of you. Not all the way, no, just enough to make you worry he could, but then his teeth were softly nipping at your chin and you were being stretched out again as he caaarefully drove himself back inside of you.

You made something of a gurgling sound as your eyelids fluttered close while your eyes rolled backwards into your skull. It was the most excruciatingly slow pace he could've taken, and though you knew - guessed - he was doing it on purpose for you, not to tease you, you couldn't help but yearn for more, and faster.

Your hands flew up to Joel's back to pull him closer to you. Would you not have had Joel's penis painfully slowly plowing into you at this moment, perhaps your movements would have been more coordinated. But alas, your hands fumbled all over the place, pulling and grabbing at him in an attempt to get him down to your face so you could kiss him, to hopefully spurn him on to get a move on. You groaned into Joel's mouth when your lips connected at the same time as he met your insides with the tip of his cock once more.

"Fuck, Joel."

He grinned like a stupid school boy as he heard you curse. Hadn't he dreamt of this just a night ago, hunched over the broken bathroom sink? Even if he had imagined it, he never could've imagined this, the real deal. Filling you out with every inch of him was so much better than he ever could've dreamt up himself. Where your moans had been like cocaine to him, your pussy was just straight up heroine. One push inside of you and he knew he was a goner, lost to your pussy forever. He would never feel anything like it anywhere else, that much, he knew.

"Yeah, baby? That feel good?" He kissed your ear as he pulled himself back out, then drove back into you. It was an agonizingly slow pace, but he wanted to savor every moment of it, drag it out for as long as he could. Who knew if you would allow him such a delicacy ever again? He had to make the moment last.

You nodded below him, your cheek rubbing against his scruff as you did. "S'so good, Joel," you murmured against his ear. "But faster, please. Please go faster."

Now how could he say no to such a kind request?

Joel felt his knee object as he adjusted his position on the sofa, preparing himself to fuck into you faster.

Not now.

He didn't have time for aching joints and other ailments. Not when he had you below him, asking him to go faster. Now who was he if he denied a pretty girl like you a favor like that?

A sensible man instead of a pervy old fuck, perhaps?

No. He'd have been a heartless old fuck, that's who.

He grounded himself into the floor with one foot and then got to work. Never mind his fifty-six year old hips. Never mind his aching, complaining knee. He had a job to do, and he was gonna do it.

Joel fucked into you like his life depended on it. He gradually increased his pace until the old sofa was creaking and shrieking underneath the two of you, but those weren't the sounds he was listening for. His hearing was attuned to you instead, carefully dissecting each moan and groan that fell from your lips. What did you like more? What made you groan, what made your fingers dig into his back?

Joel acutely listened to the cues of your body, your verbal ones taking the lead while the rest did their own speaking. He didn't care that your nails pierced the skin on his back, or that you drove your teeth into his forearm, likely leaving a bite mark that would last him a day. It'd be a kind reminder of the gift you were giving him, and had he not been pounding into you at this very moment, he likely would have fantasized about giving the old bathroom another run while staring at the bite on his arm, perhaps running his tongue over the indents in his skin that you were so kindly imprinting at the moment.

"That's right, babygirl, take what you need," he encouraged you and did his best to give you what you needed too. He had heard about it once, how cervical stimulation could help with period cramps, and he could only hope he was alleviating your pain in the same way you made him forget about all his aching joints. Joel wasn't fifty-six as he drove himself into you again and again, he was twenty-five at best, fucking his heart into your pussy like she owned it.

"Joel - Joel -," you whined underneath him and he laid a gentle hand on your face, turning your chin with his thumb so you'd look at him. "Whaddaya need, babygirl? Hm?" He never stopped his pace, never slowed down so you could think better. Joel watched your brows furrow as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

"I'm - Joel, think I'm gonna -"

"You gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Yeah?" Even though his instinct was to lower himself on you so he could kiss on you again, he knew better than to change his pace or angle now. If he was lucky enough to be able to gift you with an orgasm, he wouldn't pass that chance up, even if it meant to starve himself of your lips.

Your face was scrunching up like you were thinking real hard. Moans were no longer falling in a steady stream from your lips, but Joel didn't worry. He'd been with enough women to know the signs, knew that you were getting close. Even though he missed your moans, excitement tightened his chest as he drove himself into you again and again, hoping to push you over the finish line. It'd be the best damn thing he'd ever done.

He felt you clenching around his dick, your walls cramping down around him more and more as your breath hitched in your chest coherently. One, two, three more pushes, and Joel saw the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life. You fell apart underneath him, moan after moan flowing from your heavenly lips right into his ear, jumbling into one another as your orgasm rocked through you. Joel bit down on his tongue hard, the sight and sound of your climax enough to make him cum right there and then, but he was determined to fuck you through it. He owed you that much.

"That's right, babygirl, let go," Joel cooed as you convulsed underneath him, wave after wave of pleasure slowly rolling through you. He fucked you through it like he promised himself he would, then slowed in unison with your ebbing ecstasy, despite his dick yelling at him to keep going.

Not now. He had other things to focus on.

Joel leaned down to kiss your blissed out face. First your forehead, then each closed eye, down your nose, over your right cheek, left cheek, the corner of your mouth. You kissed him back lazily when he finally landed on your lips, a satisfied hum vibrating in your throat.

"You good, darlin'?" Joel searched your face as you slowly blinked up at him. He ran a thumb over your cheek, drawing small circles on your soft skin.

He didn't care that he hadn't finished. He could do that later, in the bathroom when you were asleep. Of course, nothing would feel as good as your silken walls wrapped around his cock - but that would be fine, too. He'd have all of this to remember, to draw from for the rest of his life, if need be.

You nodded slowly, a sheepish smile on your face now that you had come down from your high. "Yeah. Think I made a mess of you though."

Joel looked down at his pelvis. He was covered in your blood and slick, tinting his pubic hair a deep shade of red. "Don't you worry about that, sweet cheeks. Nothing some water can't clean up. Want me to run you another bath?"

Periods aren't fun, that much was true.

But you couldn't help but think that perhaps, they weren't the worst thing in the world, now that you laid in a bathtub full of warm water, while Joel Miller slowly massaged your upper body.

Having your period in the apocalypse could prove as a challenge, but it helped to have help. Help like Joel Miller, who washed your pads and massaged your back and fucked you deeply to help with your cramps if you asked him.

Yeah, perhaps periods aren't the worst thing in the world, you thought as you tipped your head up and pulled Joel in for a kiss. You could certainly survive another period or two this way.

Series Masterlist - Mobile Masterlist

Credits: plant divider by @strangergraphics

A/N: Yep, part two out not even a full two days later because I could not stop thinking about this fic. This is only the second time ever I've written smut (not counting part 1 of this mini-series?) and I would highly appreciate some feedback! (Don't hold back on the criticism too if you got any, I can take it!) This fic was definitely very much influenced by @strang3lov3's 'Seeing Red' story which I highly, highly recommend, and the fact that I was on my own period. Also, if anyone's wondering, I couldn't stop thinking about these goddamn gifs so I had to bring the cheek biting into this. 🥵 Now, none of this is proof-read so I apologize for any typos etc. Hope you had fun reading this! Please leave a comment if you did 🫶💓

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girlokwhatever · 8 months ago

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Emily engstler x passenger princess!reader go on a road trip

can be one shot/headcannon

emily engstler x passenger princess!gf hcs

˚ · .·˚ ༘*ೃ༄ʬ꩜ emily engstler and passenger princess gf on a roadtrip,,

— it’s……. so chaotic

— she’s trying to body slam all of your bags into the trunk while you sit and watch

- you always ask if she wants help but she says no.

— once the two of you finally get on the road she’s a little more relaxed

— her hand is immediately on some part of your body

- hand, shoulder, back of your neck, thighs, anywhere she can reach tbh

— you guys listen to sapphic music together!!

- she’s always giving you the aux 🤗

— if the roadtrip is late at night she gets really sappy for some reason

- always giving some love-drunk confession

- “i can’t wait to marry you.”

- “i always felt like green was your color baby.”

- “i love it when you hum.”

— “can i have a kiss?”

- “but you’re driving?”

- “doesn’t matter.”

— she ALWAYS insists on driving

— she also always tries to pack you snacks for the road and a blanket so you can be cozy

— “oh my god that fast food is making my car stink so bad.”

- “no im pretty sure that’s your attitude stinking it up in here.”

— you need to use the bathroom every hour…..

— windows down on summer days >>>>

— “you look so pretty right now.”

— if you brought a book to read she’ll ask if you can read it out loud

— “i’m so hungry i’m gonna eat you emily.”

- “i wouldn’t mind.”

— “baby don’t put your feet on the dash, that’s dangerous.”

— even though she packs you snacks you always end up getting something at the gas station or some fast food restaurant

— you always get out of the car with her at the gas station because you just want to hold and kiss her

- it’s been awhile and you miss her

— “can i get a chip please?”

- you feed it to her 🤗

— you guys play stupid games together to help the time pass

- “ok.. lemme think. oh! ok ok i got one. she’s a ten buuuuttttt she never brushes her teeth.”

- “ew what?! gross. zero. she’s a zero.”

— you’re always taking scenic photos

— sometimes you like to video the roadtrip just for cute memories

— “babe there’s something in the road..”

- “OH SHIT”

- “OH MY GOD OH MY FUCK! DONT SWERVE LIKE THAT EM.”

— “i forgot my water so im gonna drink some of yours.”

— she tries to keep you awake as long as possible but you falling asleep is just inevitable

- will talk your ear off anyway

— emily likes to take pictures of you when you fall asleep

- when she shows you said pictures you get mad because,

- “why are you on your phone if you’re driving.”

— “you look really cozy over there…”

- “i am. thanks for noticing.”

- gives you the most diabolical side-eye

— lets not talk about that time you teased her though……. iykyk

— she likes holding your hand and kissing your knuckles

- says it helps her focus

— you like holding her hand and playing with her fingers or tracing her tattoos

— “are we almost there?!”

— you always wear fluffy socks 🤗🤗🤗

— you guys always scream song lyrics together LMAO

— “that sign says tennessee but babe.. you’re the only ten i see.”

- “please never speak again.”

— you always lean the seat all the way back

- it pisses emily off LOL

— “babe i think you need to put your shoes back on.. somethings stinks..”

-……….

- “OW! babe i was just joking.”

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enjoy!!!

i had to make this twice cause i accidentally swiped out right as i finished it…….. 👹

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suguann · 9 months ago

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an. a little 'and-they-were-roommates' drabble series to get me back into writing because it's been an age. | masterlist | part two

It starts as a situation built off convenience: he needed someone to take care of his place while he was gone, and you needed a place to stay.

Simon never thought he’d get anything out of it other than coming home to a house that feels lived-in and the entryway clear of envelopes from months of neglecting his mail—another voice throughout the day besides the intrusive ones in his head that spun like a carousel with the word work etched on top.

It’s not until you show up on his doorstep, three boxes and a measly duffel bag crowding your arms, that he thinks he really should’ve thought this through better. He’ll only realize this after the fact—weeks late, sleepless nights filled with images of daisy-shaped buttons down the front of a summer dress and a smile that nearly knocks him flat off his feet.

As it is, he’ll blame it on the handful of sleepless hours from tiny airplane seats and energy drinks sleuthing through his system that clouded his judgment, then admit it’s nice coming home to a woman who looks pretty reading a book on his living room couch.

Only his soap-slick fist in his bathroom late at night will know the honest-to-God truth. That is if there was ever a god he believed in.

He never claimed to be a good man.

(Can anyone claim to be good in his line of work?)

Just an honest one.

So it goes something like this: he tries not to come off as an obsessed, lonely fuck (the jury is out on either) by just existing in the same space as you whenever the opportunity arises—reading the paper while you make breakfast on the stove he hasn’t touched in too long to remember when, flipping through a book Simon didn’t even know he owned while you water plants you picked up on your way from work, watching whatever you have on the telly before you both go to bed—then he’s on a plane, being shipped out to who knows where with a gun holstered to his hip.

Rinse and repeat.

The fourth time he comes home after an assignment keeps him away longer than expected, he finds you in the kitchen, covered in flour, a cute, frilly apron tied around your waist that he’s never seen you wear before. A smile curls the edges of your mouth as you look over at him, everything in your face soft and attentive—a vision suddenly takes shape.

You with a ring on your finger, Simon calling you his little wife, getting to hold your hand whenever he feels like it, and not because yours accidentally brushed up against his. His hand fisting in your hair, bending you over the counter, your cheek covered in powdery confectionery, fingers rucking up your skirt and apron because he can.

He blinks once, twice, and the little fantasy falls apart.

Except you’re still in his kitchen, smiling prettily and happy to see him of all things. Imagine that.

Your lashes flutter, making crescent shadows across your cheeks. “How was your trip?” you ask. “You look more tired than you usually do.”

A shrug, a dismissal. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I have some tea that might help.”

“Tea.” He repeats to fill the quiet if only to stand there a little longer, his bag still slung over his shoulder and his clothes smelling like recycled air.

“Yeah, I got it from a friend a few weeks ago when I caught this cold that was going around the office.” Sometimes, you ramble, and he can do nothing more than let you get it out of your system—not that he minds. “I swear it’s nothing janky or anything. Just try it; it might help.”

You’re so damn earnest about it that he can’t bring himself to say no.

“Sure,” he says and watches a wide, satisfied smile stretch across your face.

It’d be easier if you weren’t so sweet and gave a sincere fuck about the comings and goings of his life. If the smell of your perfume wasn’t following Simon everywhere—sugary vanilla faintly clinging to his balaclava even after he’s washed it—as a reminder of what’s just out of his reach.

(A mindfuck is what it is.)

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ggidolsmuts · 4 months ago

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Cheeky Icy Thong - STAYC Sieun

"Hi oppa!" Sieun's boyfriend opens the door at the welcome voice.

"Hey Sieun, come in!" The ever lovable girlfriend bounces through the door and kisses him.

"Did you miss me?"

"Of course!"

"I missed you too," she says, hugging him tightly.

"Mmhmm, should we go somewhere for dinner?"

"No, how about we just stay in and order? I just want to relax with oppa," Sieun says pointedly. He blinks once, twice, three times.

"Oh, um, sure, yeah."

Sieun lies in bed as she hears the rustle of plastic bags, her boyfriend picking up the delivered food at the door. Her head is lightly buzzing from her orgasm, but an annoying part of her wanted more—it was less "satisfying" and more "satiating". He kept asking her if she was feeling good, if she liked it. But he was asking too much! She did like it and she did cum, but Sieun couldn't bring herself to tell him that she wasn't "feeling" it, wasn't getting into it. Everything else about him was great, if she could just get him to be more assertive...

"Oppa, how do you feel when we do it?"

"Hmm? I like it, it feels good! You don't?" He suddenly looks at her, concerned.

"No, I do, I just think that we could have a more fun time." She grabs his hand, bringing it to her bare thigh. "Don't worry so much about me, you should do what you want," Sieun adds. She fully expected him to run his hand up her thigh, maybe go around to grab her ass and pull her closer, but no.

"Mm really? Okay, I just want to make sure you feel good." His hand almost insultingly goes to grab her hand, turning what Sieun wanted to be an intimate, maybe even passionate, moment into a sweet one.

"Sure oppa." Sieun would have to do more—part of that is her fault, she figures. She usually liked to be treated as a princess, and her boyfriend ticked that box well, ever thoughtful and loving to her. However, there is a small yet almost overpowering part of her that wanted the opposite, a little rebellious streak, the petulant part of being a princess—she wanted to see what he could do. If only she could make him understand that...

Somehow.

"Hi oppa!" Sieun lets herself in this time, bouncing into his apartment again.

"Oh, hey Sieun!" He looks up briefly, but only briefly before he returns to his screen.

"Ah it's so hot today," she says pointedly—rather than her usual tops Sieun is wearing a spaghetti top, showing lots of skin and a deep neckline. If only the idiot cared to look closely.

"Really? Even with that top?" *Damn it that's not the point!* "Make sure you use plenty of sunscreen!" Argh! Now Sieun's properly annoyed, showing this much skin only to have the wrong response from him, on top of now having to worry about her skincare!

"Let's just watch a movie," Sieun sighs, plopping herself down on the couch. A second opportunity reveals itself as the two of them snuggle on the sofa. Surreptitiously Sieun slips one of the straps off her shoulder before pulling her boyfriend's hand around her, making sure he notices the lack of a strap.

"Hm?" Sieun spies him looking at her out of the corner of her eye, and the hand over her bare shoulder twitches. And he slips his hand off her shoulder to... pull her strap up again! Doofus! Sieun tries again a little later, brushing her hair and accidentally slipping her strap off again. He feels her bare shoulder again, and this time he is slower, his hand gently gripping her shoulder before languidly pulling it up.

"Sieun?"

"Yes?"

"Do you umm, want to stay the night?" Sieun is partially satisfied—it's his way of asking her for sex, but she wishes he was more assertive, to tell her she should stay, that he wants her to stay. But no, it's always what Sieun wants to do that comes first. "That is, if you have no schedules tomorrow?"

"No, I can stay the night."

"Okay, great." Sieun stays seated, waiting for him to make a move. Yet over the next 15 minutes all that happens is Sieun catching him looking at her out of the side of her eyes. She'd have to be the one to move things forward.

"I'm bored, should we just go to bed?" He could not move any faster.

"Yes, same, let's go." Sieun is pleasantly surprised as he takes her by the hand and leads her to the bedroom. The post-coitus clarity settles in for Sieun as he gets up to dispose of the condom—he was more eager, more forward, so that's progress. But he was still very mindful of what she wanted, of how she would want things done, when really what Sieun wanted was to be done, and done hard. She would have to work on it more.

"Oppa, you've seen my performances right?" she asks him, snuggling against his chest.

"Yeah."

"What type of hairstyles do you like on me?"

"You look good in everything, so just whatever you have at the time."

"But you must have a favorite right? Orange hair, black hair, which do you prefer?"

"I guess black?"

"Okay, and hairstyle?"

"I dunno, you look good in everything," he reiterates.

"Would you want to see me in something different? Anything you would find sexy?"

"Maybe? I think you pull any look off, so it'll be fun to see something different." Sieun nods thoughtfully, already thinking about potential hairstyles. Her comeback was coming up, maybe she could really shock him out of his system.

"Okay, well, I have my comeback soon, so I won't be able to see you for a while."

"Really? I'll miss you! Make sure you're eating properly and don't get hurt okay?" He hugs her tightly. He's such a lovable sap! She just needs to make him a lovable sap some of the time, not all of the time.

"Hi oppa, did you miss me!"

"Si-Sieun?" You scarcely recognize the girlfriend you bid goodbye to weeks ago. "Why are you dressed like that?" In addition to her spaghetti top and an extremely short skirt, she is wearing her hair completely different—gone are the days of simple long hair with her bangs parted, Sieun has bangs, her hair is black, and her hair is done up in pigtails!

"We just finished the last touches on the MV and filming, so I thought I'd come visit you, give you a sneak peek of the concept!"

"Oh okay... It's cute? I think?"

"Wait really? That's not what we were going for though." Sieun seems slightly put off.

"Oh, what was it supposed to be?"

"It's supposed to be cheeky, a little naughty, you know?" Sieun bites her lower lip for emphasis, and you are stunned for a second. With her new look it feels like you are seeing a whole new side of Sieun. You squirm a little on the spot, trying to quell your desires quickly.

"Sure. Do you want something to drink?"

"Whatever you want, I just want to spend some time with you. We should watch a movie!"

"Aww, did my Sieun miss me?"

"What, did you not?" Sieun pouts, firmly pressing herself to you, and you have to back your hips away, lest she feels you growing.

"Of course! Okay let me go get something, you can go choose a movie."

Sieun settles in on the couch, her mind working quickly—his response was more muted than expected, but he was definitely hiding more from her. She saw his eyes widen when he took her in, felt him tense when she hugged him, and the way he backed his hips away from her when she pressed close—she just needed to do a little more! She flips through the movies and chooses one that she knows has a raunchier and more intense scene in the middle.

"Oh what's this one about?"

"I dunno, it sounded interesting, let's just watch it." They're sitting close together, but not nearly close enough for Sieun's liking. She pushes herself right next to him, almost sitting in his lap, and she draws his arm around her waist, making sure it "drops" slightly as she wiggles her butt to get comfortable, right on the hem of her skirt. One arm slips between his arm, and Sieun presses her modest chest against his arm, all to cuddle him more, to tempt him further.

As the movie goes on and gets to the passionate "good" parts, Sieun pushes herself more on him, making sure he's aware that she's right there, ready to do what's on the screen. He looks at her, breathing deeply.

"Sieun, do you want to stay the night?" The normal Sieun would say yes—after a while without seeing him, she wants it just as bad as he does. That's exactly why Sieun knows what to say to get him to crack.

"No, I can't, I have something tomorrow." She tries to get up, and he pulls her back, making her fall against him. He catches her, and Sieun smiles at his surprise when his hand finds itself under her skirt, touching bare skin already.

"Y-You didn't wear underwear?" he asks hoarsely, throat suddenly very dry. Reflexively he squeezes her cheek, feeling the juiciness of Sieun's ass. Just a little more...

"Even better, I did." Sieun cheekily replies, quickly getting up and pressing her skirt down, leaving him open-mouthed and dumbfounded while he tries to comprehend her words. "I'm heading out," she says airily, her hand briefly lifting her skirt as a tease.

"Fuck..." you mutter under your breath. You caught the briefest of glimpses as her hand flicked her skirt up—Sieun's wearing underwear indeed, except it's a small black thong, her pale cheeks tantalizing in the dim light. You had to feel her again! The sight of your sweet and lovable Sieun looking like the perfect representation of a fuckdoll is rewiring your brain in real time. You hug her from behind tightly, and as you cross your arms around her midriff you feel something... hard?

"W-What's this?" he asks her, breath hot and heavy in her ear. The way he grabs her has Sieun in a tizzy, and she has to take a deep breath to swallow a moan—she can feel his desire very tangibly against her back. "Sieun, what's this?" he repeats.

"A piercing, I decided to get one for the comeback, do you like it?" Sieun forces herself away from him, twirling around and slightly pulling her top up to reveal the little silver stud on her bellybutton. She watches his eyes trail from her face and down her body, settling on her flat midriff. The gaze then drops a little lower, and then it goes back to Sieun's face. Something is different.

"Ah!" He grabs her by the wrist this time, and he's not leading her to the bedroom, he's taking her there. Sieun lands on the bed, and he's on top of her immediately. His hands are on her shoulders, his weight pressing her down, but then... nothing?

"Fuck Sieun, I'm sorry." Your hands tremble as you force yourself to keep them only on her shoulders, resisting the urge to tear her outfit apart. Your words are labored, as if you've almost forgotten how to talk. "I need you." Your hips press down on her almost involuntarily, as if indicating what exactly you needed to do.

Sieun whines when you do so, and you could feel why too—she's fucking soaked. You breathe even more deeply into her neck. "Please stay the night."

Sieun almost forgets about the plan when she hears him speak. He took her to the bedroom, topped her like a hungry beast and then told her he needed her. He's so close to breaking, yet he restrains himself, begging her to say yes, to allow him to have her. Seeing and feeling wanted is sending a surge of power straight between her legs, and she twitches, almost throwing everything away to wrap her legs around him. She settles for wrapping her arms around his head, running a hand teasingly through his hair.

"No." His breath hitches, puffing against her skin. Sieun licks her lips, kisses his neck, and says the magic words.

"Make me stay."

In an instant he pulls her top down, palming and grabbing at her chest hungrily. Sieun feels his hand dance across her thigh briefly before reeling and throwing her head back—he's shoved two fingers unceremoniously into her, and yet she's wet enough to take him with no trouble.

"Fuck!" he growls into her ear, immediately withdrawing his digits to remove his shorts. Brazenly he lifts her skirt, and Sieun is momentarily embarrassed at her own state—her top is rolled down, her skirt is flipped up, scrunched around her waist, and her small black thong pulled to the side is doing nothing to "protect" her from him right now. He looks nothing like his usual loving herself—he eyes her up and down, his gaze dark and hungry, watching her every expression as he twists and curls inside her, feeling just how wet she is for him. He removes his fingers, licking them ravenously: Sieun tasted ready, smelled ready. Sieun definitely looked ready too—nothing like her usual prim and loveable self either, no; she looks cheap, wanton, easy. In the process of trying to break her boyfriend down, Sieun's breaking down in the very same way, letting her desires take over.

An unholy mix of grunt and moan escape both of them as he pushes himself in, and Sieun finds her hips being slammed and bruised almost immediately—they don't even register that he's doing her raw, with no condom, they just know that it feels fucking amazing!

"Oh my god fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Sieun's limbs are wrapped around him tightly, so much so that he's bouncing them off the bed, wildly thrusting and threatening to fuck the clinging Sieun into pieces. A loud scream pierces his eardrums, and he watches her cum, expression slack, little bellybutton stud quivering in bliss. He flips her around and pulls her ass up, and with Sieun's cry muffled by the pillow he fucks her from behind, a hand squeezing her pale cheeks, contrasted beautifully against the thong that's still on—she hasn't even lost a piece of clothing yet!

Sieun's in absolute ecstasy, the pounding she's getting far beyond what she thought he was capable of. He's getting so deep into her that she can't think straight, the sound of his body smashing into hers making her head ring. He has a hand on her tummy, finger playing with her piercing as he grabs her and goes even harder. She has to bite the pillow, suppressing the base sounds being ripped from her throat.

"Mmmf... Gah!" He uses both hands to pull on her pigtails, a jolt of pain shooting straight through her that becomes pure pleasure on the next thrust.

"So fucking naughty," he snarls, "I want to hear you cum." Me, naughty? She thinks to herself. Maybe she should be naughty more often, especially if this is the result.

"Y-Your naughty girl is going to cum, keep fucking your cheeky naughty girl!" He pulls harder on her hair, and they seem to yank Sieun's eyes to the back of her head, making her clench erratically around him once more. This time he cums with her, instantly firing a thick load deep into her womb. Sieun can barely manage a whimper as her orgasm overwhelms her, her senses firing all at once as she feels every hot shot of cum go straight to her head. She feels him still half-hard, still trying to fuck her, to push his cum deeper into her, until finally he gives up, collapsing the two of them into a pile of limbs.

"S-Sieun, fuck, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." you rasp in her ear a little later. "What did we do? We've never done it without a condom! What did I do, oh my god!"

"You did amazing," she says hoarsely, her voice gone from her screaming earlier. "That was exactly what I wanted."

"W-What? I came in you, that's what you wanted?"

"Well, I didn't plan on that, but I can handle it." Sieun blushes, but continues on, a finger dipping and scooping the load oozing out of her. "I wanted you to do what you want to do, and not to think about me."

"What? Why? I could've hurt you, wait did I hurt you—" she shushes you with a finger.

"No, it felt so good. Because," Sieun brings your hand between her legs, making you feel your handiwork—creamy and wet. "Because it makes me feel good when you feel good, it turns me on seeing you eye me like a piece of meat. I don't just want to always feel loved, I want to feel needed."

"I always need you," you murmur, and Sieun squirms lower, trying to have your fingers in her. You oblige, pushing your cum back back into her and showing her how needed she is.

"K-Keep saying it!" she gasps, her eyes glassy with desire.

"I need you all the time, and if you're going to tease me like that I don't know what I'll do to you." You line Sieun's walls with cum, smearing your thick white paint all over her with curling fingers.

"Do whatever you want, it feels so good when you do it—" Her eyes flutter shut and she throws her head back, a choked moan leaving her throat as she quickly cums again. She breaks into a smile when she comes down. "I guess I'll have to stay the night, I can barely feel my legs." You help her to the bathroom, and the two of you clean up before cuddling in bed, exhausted from the short but intense session.

Sieun wakes up the next morning, a sore but satisfying buzz running through her body. A moment later she realizes what the satisfying buzz is—his mouth on her pussy, humming away like a happy eater.

"Oppa?" He doesn't hear her, her thighs squeezed involuntarily around his head deafening him. But he realizes she's awake, and with two hands on her cheeks he lifts her hips, giving him a better angle to eat her out from. "Wait, mmm! Ah!" Sieun has no say in the matter, her back arching, a morning stretch of the best kind. To Sieun's delightful dismay she realizes something—him knowing how to pleasure her and being able to do it when she asks for it is well and fine, but him knowing how to pleasure her and able to do it when he wanted to is a thoroughly lethal combination. The type of combination that could keep Sieun bedridden, pleasure-stricken and stuck in the throes of ecstasy like she is right now, his fingers rubbing her g-spot and his tongue doing god-knows-what to her clit. "Fuck, I can't, mmm!"

Sieun goes rigid, trembling in your hands. Her thighs tighten their hold on your head, and you tighten your squeeze on her cheeks, squeezing and delighting in the juice her pink well produces. You let her land back on the bed and get back to eye level with her.

"I needed to taste you." Sieun blushes, cheeks glowing from her orgasm. "I need to do more with you, stay here." Sieun remains on the bed, obedient but also thrilled at what you have planned. She's surprised, if not a little disappointed, when you come back with only a cup of ice water in hand.

"Want some?"

"Sure." Sieun takes a gulp, letting out a refreshing sigh. "What did you want to do more with me?" She had to know.

"Turn around, I want to give you a massage."

"Eh? What?" You do not brook any questioning, removing her nightdress and flipping her on her back. Your hands are on her shoulders, firmly pushing her down on the bed. "I don't need—"

"But I do." Your tone is firm, letting Sieun know that you would not have it any other way—from the way you're pushing down on her, she wouldn't be able to do anything anyways... and it's fucking hot. So Sieun let's you do it, your hands working on her nicely.

"I never knew you could do massages." Sieun manages between sighs, feeling your hands work on her shoulder blades and down her back. She really didn't mind it at all after the stress preparing for a comeback.

"You never asked me to."

"I'll be asking for it from now on then."

"I'll be giving it to you before you ask." The double-entendre is not lost on Sieun, and she wiggles her hips. You removes your hands from her, and Sieun's almost anticipating you to take her right there, but you don't. "I love you," you whisper into the air.

Before Sieun could respond she yelps, feeling something very cold right in the middle of her back! "Oppa!"

"Let me do this." You hold the ice cube on the middle of her back, rotating it in circles on her pale skin—not enough to be painful, but just enough for goosebumps to rise as Sieun wiggles to try and get away from it. You bring it up to the back of her neck, and Sieun gasps, reacting to the icy chill with a jerk of her head. You continue rubbing the ice cube over her back, bringing it down to her lower back and letting it run across her toned cheeks, before teasing the inside of her thighs. By now the cube has mostly melted from her body heat, and you're just fondling her with your cold hand, covering her in a sheen of moisture.

"Turn around." Sieun flips over obediently, her mouth slightly open, reeling from the new sensations. She never thought you would be interested in something like this, but how could she have known? Like with massages, she had never asked!

"It's a little too cold."

"I'll warm you up." You take a fresh cube, placing it at her neck and making her twitch once more. You salve it with a warm breath and a kiss, and Sieun moans.

"Ohhh... That's nice, that's really nice." You make note of it and move lower, eyeing Sieun as you bring the ice cube down to her tits. She bites her lower lip in anticipation, but even that's not enough to prepare her for the cold touching her nipples, her whimper soft and delicate. You bring your lips to them, breathing warm air on her ends, turning their cold-induced stiffness into arousal-tipped points. Then you move down to her stud, and touch the ice cube to it.

"Hnngh!" Her flat tummy shivers cutely, and you place your mouth over her little button, kissing it warmly and using your tongue to nudge it around. It drives Sieun up the wall—she's so sensitive from the cold, and the unexpected playing around with her piercing amplifies everything, and she's not sure how much more teasing she can take!

"Why did you get the piercing?" you ask her, moving the ice cube to her thighs and between her legs, threatening. Sieun spreads her legs, more to get away from the cold than anything, but still very enticing.

"I thought you might find it hot, that maybe you'll think of me as something more than lovable."

"Is that why you changed the way you dress, your hairstyle, your thong?" The last word is like a whip to Sieun as you bring the last remaining piece of ice near her pussy, and it melts in your hands, joining the puddle of slick leaking from her wet heat.

"Ohh yes, yes yes yes!" Sieun babbles a response as you replace the cold with your warm breath, eating her out again. You plunge your fingers into her and Sieun reels from the penetration, using her hand to stifle a loud moan. The enhanced sensitivity from the cold is wrecking her self-control, your warm fingers curling deep in her causing her to heat up to her boiling point. "D-Don't stop— No wait, don't, stop!" Your tongue flicks on her clit incessantly, and Sieun finds your head, pushing it hard against her pussy as she cums.

"Ah no, cum— hnnnnngh!" Sieun groans as satisfying relief washes through her, her body instantly hot with pleasure. She squirts all over your face, limbs rigid and jerking as her muscles seize up. After she's done cumming her brains out Sieun lays there, her skin shining with the melted ice, her thighs a combination of slick and water as you finally remove yourself from her.

"Haah!" She whimpers as something huge enters her too-tight tunnel instead. "Oppa!"

"I need you right now! Isn't this what you wanted?" you growl in her ear, and Sieun can only whine and nod. She sees your face covered in her juices and covers her own face in embarrassment, but you pull them away. "You wanted me to need you, need my sexy fuckdoll that I can do whatever I want with?" If last night was wild and feral with few words, today morning is intense and directed, giving Sieun maximum pleasure by hitting spots only you knew. You put one of her legs on your shoulder, keeping the other pinned with your hips—you're quite literally splitting her open.

"Oh fuck, that's deep!"

"You like me loving you, but you wanted me to lust after you? Doing things to you that you never thought to ask? So greedy." You suck on her earlobe, which you knew she liked.

"Nngh yes, it feels so good!"

"I'm not going to do it all the time, I don't want to break my cheeky fuckdoll." You grab her ass for emphasis.

"I won't break," Sieun challenges you, even as she has to bite her lip to stifle a moan. "Just bend— Mmm!" She can't hold it in as you push even deeper, widening the split.

"Doing all this, changing your whole image, when all you had to do was ask!" The fact that it was mainly for STAYC's comeback is lost on the two of you in the moment. "Such a bad influence on me Sieun."

"You're right, I've been so bad!" Sieun set out to break you down, to corrupt you, yet at this point who is corrupting who? "I wanted you to need me, to lose control!" The split is undone as Sieun places her other leg on your shoulder, letting you push both knees to her chest as Sieun is the one that starts losing control, her eyes rolling in her head once more as you dip deep into her.

"Well you did it last night, making me need to fuck you raw, making me need to cum in you." Sieun clenches around you at the thought of being creampied, but you wanted to hear her say it. "Looks like I'm doing you raw again already, should I do what I need to do?"

"Yes, do whatever you need to do, fill your fuckdoll up!" Sieun cries, on the edge herself. A few more punishing thrusts into her later you groan and explode, pumping her full of cum for the second time. Sieun pulls you in for a forceful kiss, nails digging into your hair and dragging across your neck as you moan into the liplock—Sieun's cumming too, milking you for all that you have.

"Oh god, it's so hot inside me..." Sieun wraps her legs around your hips, making sure you stay in her after. You watch her eyes flutter shut, lost in ecstasy, her tongue licks her lips, like she's savoring your thick load directly, thoroughly enjoying the rawness of everything. Then she opens her eyes, and she's back to being Sieun—the kiss you two share is back to being lovable and tender, feeling her smile against your lips and holding her close.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I feel so good."

"I'm glad." You two stay like that for a little longer, before you finally slip out and roll off her. "We should go to the pharmacy, get you something," you mutter, quickly getting Sieun wipes to clean up.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it, but I have to go soon." She pecks you on the lips and jumps in the bathroom, coming out shortly after looking like the Sieun you're more familiar with. But as you watch her put her outfit together again you felt a twitch, and had to say something.

"You better not show up in that outfit again." It was a warning and a promise.

"Why not? What's going to happen?" You stay silent at her smirk, debating if you should just jump her again. "Guess I'll find out next time." She pulls her top up slightly to show off her belly piercing once more, before turning around with a deliberate flourish.

"Cheeky. I need you against the door, now."

A/N: I've been down bad for Sieun in their latest comeback, she looks so good it's crazy. I had the idea of wanting to write one where the OC is seduced/corrupted, and Sieun's transformation was perfect for it. But as always it "fails" and she's falling along with him heh. Had the idea during their comeback but it's over already lol, rip took too long. Anyways thanks for reading!

#smut #stayc #sieun

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f4iry-dvst · 7 months ago

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PRETTY SWEET

a/n: guess i’m back haha!

pairing: pussy drunk!Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: No one loves the taste of pussy quite like Chris; he never fails to show you that.

cw: smut, oral (fem!receiving), squirting, mommy kink, sub!chris

“Let me, please mommy, wanna taste you so bad”

The whine that trails off of his sentence makes you giggle in that degrading way you know makes his head mushy, while your hand gently tucks a rogue curl on his forehead back behind his ear. Chris is between your legs, stomach pressed to the mattress as his restless hips grind into the mattress while he thinks you aren’t paying attention and he’s looking up at you with those godforsaken pleading eyes of his that you cannot deny. Of course, you can’t say no to him, he’s your precious, precious boy. That doesn’t mean you’re opposed to teasing him though — sometimes he has to work for it.

You chuckle again at the rustling of the bedsheets from his desperate movement before giving in.

“Of course you can sweetheart”

Chris near enough shouts with joy. That’s one thing you’ll never understand: how he gets such a kick out of getting you off and is legitimately upset if he can’t. You do get it, obviously. Toying with him until dawn breaks is like, better than crack rock; you’ve never gotten so sad when he doesn’t want to be played with though. It’s endearing at the very least: you can’t say you minded how much attention he pays to your pleasure, even disregarding his own for it routinely.

Not even a second later you feel the delicate touch of Chris’s tongue winding its way from your navel to your middle, and that’s when you stop his fun with a tug of his hair.

“But, Mommy wants some marks first, okay? Can you do that baby? Can you claim me from everyone else?

He’s quick to nod, willing to go to the world's end if it meant he got to taste you. It’s not often he finds himself the giver of a hickey; always rushing into making you cum, it’s very rare he stalls long enough for something like that. Chris knows you love them: love being adorned with the bruises and the bite marks, feeling the burn when he gets a bit excited and nips a little too hard or accidentally brushing over one in the morning and being reminded all over again just how much he loves you. He knows. His head just gets a little bit cloudy sometimes, that’s all. You’ll never blame him for that, it’s all your fault anyway.

You weren't sure where he was going to start his assault with his mouth, as he typically chooses your chest. If there’s anything that comes close to his love of pussy, it's boobs. But he’s still between your legs, hands bound tightly around your hips and he doesn’t seem to be moving: excitement was beginning to bubble low in your stomach. Chris’s lips latch onto the pudge of your thigh a beat later, sucking the skin into his mouth like it’s his last meal and letting his tongue swirl to soothe any sting he might inflict. The edges of your mind begin to blur as he hums and whines away as if he’s the one being sucked on; you can practically feel yourself gush at that. He repeats this process a few more times, scattering pink and purple blotches across your inner thighs like they’re his canvas until he pulls away again to look you in the eyes. They’re wet with arousal and need, glistening and oh-so-blue in the gentle light of your bedside lamp. He just looks so beautiful like this.

“That’s my good boy…I think you deserve your treat now don’t you”

He whines pleadingly, rapidly nodding again.

“Go ahead, make mommy feel good”

Well, no need to tell him twice. He’s shockingly slow to it at first: the tip of his tongue dragging through your folds from your hole to your clit, circling the pulsing bud before pulling away to dribble a little saliva on it. His thumb reaches round to flick it – once, twice and then a third, each one making your hips jolt upwards towards his face. You may be in control of him, but that doesn’t mean his touch doesn’t reduce you to a mess of your own. He giggles all sweet like a child with candy, like he doesn’t even know how much all this is affecting you. Of course he does, he just loves playing up on it.

Then, his tongue flicks back out and starts playing with your clit almost teasingly. Chris knows your body like the back of his hand; he knows just how to work you up, what makes you cum and what sends you flying off the side of the earth. This is his area of expertise – as he likes to say – he’s well practised and he can get you there so quickly you won’t even know what hit you. It’s always been so interesting to you how someone so sweet, so innocent and needy could be such a beast between your legs. Don’t get him wrong he still needs your instructions and demands, you’re comforting words and praise, but this is where he thrives.

You don’t even notice when he pulls your clit into his mouth with a suction you could never replicate until he starts letting it go, slow, agonisingly slow and the fire that alights in your veins is feisty. It’s all over every inch of you yet simultaneously all in his mouth and it’s wild how incoherent you’ve become in a few short minutes. He sucks it all back in his mouth again and starts flicking his tongue over the tip, and it’s clear then just how close you truly are already. Your hands are gripped tightly onto the bed sheets, pulling so hard to ground yourself the cover has pinged off of one mattress corner but you don’t have it in you to care.

“Mommy, mommy I need you to cum, please… cum on my face please”

You’re not quite sure why that does it for you. Maybe it was the pleading and whining, or the way he sucks your clit back into his mouth so roughly when he was done begging. Whatever it was, it had you bursting at the seams immediately. You feel his left hand pushing down on your stomach as your pussy begins to convulse and throb, and a feeling hits you that you haven’t felt in a long time. With not even a second to acknowledge what he’s forced out of you, your pussy gushes into his mouth. It throbs harder as you squirt, every muscle in your body pulling tought and your head thrown back deep into the pillows. Chris swallows it all dutifully, moaning loudly into your middle at the taste of your cum on his tongue.

You’re not quite all back to yourself yet when he yelps and cries out your name, but you know exactly what just happened to him. His hips are still pistoning into the mattress when you finally look down, rubbing his sensitive cock through his orgasm like a pathetic dog. You can’t help but coo at him even through your laboured breaths.

“Thank you, baby, you made Mommy feel so good”

Chris whines at that, nuzzling his head into your stomach and grinning against your skin. What a perfect boy.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #oneshot #chris sturniolo oneshot #smut #sub chris sturniolo

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mossygirl333 · 1 month ago

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bakery order if you please! <3

logan howlett - chocolate mousse, scotch sour, & tea; along with edging/orgasm denial which isn’t listed (or if it is i missed it and that’s my bad)

reader has been teasing logan for far too long- wearing skimpy outfits when he’s around, brushing up against him, giving him doe eyes she knows he can’t resist- so he decides it’s time to return the favor

AN: ofc!! thank you so much for the request Anon!

Logan Howlette x f!reader

Bakery Order: Chocolate Mousse- "You look pretty fucked dumb." + Scotch Sour- Degration + Tea- Sub reader

Tw/Cw: DUBCON, edging/orgasm denial, teasing, lots of foreplay, degradation, panty stealing, pervert!Logan, Old man!Logan, unprotected p in v, spanking

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!

'stupid stupid girl'.

It was all Logan could think of when he saw you. Dainty outfits, thin material, meant to show off as much skin as possible without being straight up lingerie.

You'd bend across his desk to talk to him about the newest assignment, squishing your boobs together, trying to get them into his face. A pretty pout on your lips and wide innocent doe eyes staring down at him.

He knew exactly what you were doing. And as much as he loathed it, the act was working. Grunts and groans of filth leaving his mouth as he jerked off furiously in his empty office.

Peering across the dining room, watching you drop something and bend over, showing off the plump fat of your ass and lacy white panties. A lustful gaze locked onto his, sliding your hands up your thighs when you pop up. Looking back to see if it worked.

Running up to him in the winter time, giggling about it being cold and rubbing your hands across his muscular chest. Pushing your plump tits against him.

Maybe he was doing the same, it just became something he would do. Rub his half-hard cock through his jeans when you spoke, spreading his muscular thighs to show you how big he was. Walking around in just his boxers when he knew the two of you were the only ones out.

He stole your panties out of the laundry a few too many times. His sharp nose could pick up which one was yours. And yes, he did jerk off with them. Pressed up against his nose, rubbing against his leaky tip and finishing into the fabric.

"Accidentally" discarding them in your room when you were out. Leaving you confused and utterly aroused at the cumstained underwear left half-under your bed.

Eventually it came to be too much. Too overwhelmed by your "innocent" displays and downright filthy actions. He knew what you wanted and he was going to give it to you.

Cornering you in his office, you practically folded like a lawn chair. Kneeling down as his rough cock bruised your throat, gagging as tears stream down your face. Muffling and moaning around the thick girthy shaft. Swallowing down his cum with a cough.

Shoving you into the couch, hiking up your skimpy little skirt. No underwear, just how he expected you to be. Filth leaving his mouth, degrading and mean. Your lip trembles as he rammed into you, practically rearranging your guts.

Holding onto the sofa for dear life, his happy trail scratching across your ass, rubbing it raw. Loud moans and whines leaving your lips, drooling all over your smushed together tits.

"Such a dumb little whore huh? Look so pretty fucked dumb, drooling all over those fat tits."

You beg to finish, clit throbbing, but he refuses. "You cant cum yet slut, you gotta take care of me first~"

His girthy cock hitting all the spots except the ones you want, brushing against your little bundle of nerves but not enough to truly get anywhere. Tears of frustration and overwhelm filling your eyes and spilling over your plump cheeks.

He finishes, twice, before you can cum once. Leaving you a twitchy, shaking mess of semen and slick. Thighs quaking and trembling, cramping up as he lays you down. Giving a soft slap to your ass.

#wolverine xmen #logan wolverine #james howlett #logan howlett #james logan howlett #wolverine smut #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x reader #logan howlet smut #logan howlet x reader #x men x reader #x men wolverine #x men

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min-imum · 3 months ago

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hello, can i ask to write mingyu!fireman? This came to my imagination and how his muscular body would look beautiful with the uniform.

I appreciate it if you do, and have a great day 🫂💕

i’ve been dying to write this but every time i try start my motivation fizzles out. anyway…

nsfw, mdni

content warnings: gn!reader, the smallest possible mention of blood, shower sex?, oral sex (m. receiving), i think that’s it possibly hopefully

you grip your phone tightly, panic setting in. mingyu hasn’t replied to any of your messages or calls, not since he left in the middle of the night to tend to an emergency — it’s the morning now, it’s been hours, and you’re not seeing a single blue tick.

“come on, pick up,” you mutter, hitting the call button again. it rings for a minute, and then you hear the robotic female voice — the number you’re trying to contact is not responding, try again later — and worry bubbles in your chest.

it’s completely unlike mingyu to be ignoring your calls. what if something happened to him? what if—

you’re choking back a sob when your doorknob jiggles, and you spin around to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

he’s covered in soot and blood.

“oh god,” you gasp, running to him. “are you okay? what— whose blood is this?”

he sets his helmet down and gives you a tired smile. “nah. not mine. i’m okay. sorry for worrying you, baby.”

he leans down to give you a sweet kiss, and you throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “i’m just glad you’re okay.”

when you pull away, he grimaces down at your shirt, now also stained with grime. “let’s go take a shower, baby. you’re all dirty now.”

“together?” you ask, shy.

he grins.

—

in the bathroom, he strips you down first, tossing your dirtied clothes into a separate pile next to your laundry basket. you watch, perched on the counter butt-naked as your firefighter boyfriend removes his gear. he shrugs off his heavy jacket to reveal big arms, and then he pulls his t-shirt over his head to reveal bigger pecs and toned abs. he catches you appreciating him and smirks playfully, and you blush, but your eyes stay firmly on him and his body.

the way he unbuckles his belt makes you squeeze your thighs together, and the thick thighs that fill your vision when he slides his pants down his legs make you feel weak in the knees.

you finally look away, face flaming, when he hooks his thumbs into his briefs with a wink in your direction. you hear him chuckle and your ears warm up, too.

soon, your boyfriend’s handsome face appears in front of you. “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he teases, and you whine, pressing your face into his neck.

“but still,” you mumble. he laughs and wraps his arms around you.

“adorable,” he murmurs, fond. he lifts you up, much too effortlessly for you and your weak heart, and carries you into the shower. all you can do is keep your face hidden in his neck as your cheeks redden even more. he sets you down in the shower and adjusts the water temperature.

“wanna wash your hair for you, gyu,” you tell him.

he smiles, adoration clear in his eyes. “thank you, baby.”

you lather up his shampoo in your hands, and once you hold out foamy, bubbled-up hands, he bends down so you can reach his head. you massage the lather into his scalp gently and you make sure to get to all of his hair, knowing he always comes home sweaty and dirty after a call like this.

after a minute, you help him rinse it off. he sputters when he accidentally inhales while water is running down his face and you giggle brightly.

“don’t laugh at me,” your boyfriend sulks. you grin at him and brush his wet bangs away from his eyes. your big, tall, beefy boyfriend frowns down at you, adorable little pout on his lips.

you pat his chest twice. “turn around. i’ll wash your back.”

“you’re spoiling me today,” he murmurs. “all of a sudden?”

“you worried me. i called you but you didn’t pick up,” you explain. “so now i need to make sure you’re okay.”

“oh,” he says. you can’t see his face while he’s turned around, but he sounds sheepish enough for you to be able to imagine the expression he’s making right now. “‘m sorry. dropped my phone by accident. not sure if it’s broken or dead, but that’s probably why i didn’t answer your calls.”

oh.

of course.

you laugh loudly, suddenly realising that you were so worried about him when in actual fact, your clumsy boyfriend had just dropped his phone — again. “i should’ve known.”

you can hear the pout in his voice. “it’s not on purpose.”

you finish soaping up his back, running your palms over the expanse of golden skin. wordlessly, he turns to face you. you start washing his front, too, taking your time as you run your hands over his shoulders, his chest, his biceps, his abs.

and, in predictable mingyu fashion, his cock is rock hard, long and girthy and drooling at the tip. you drop to your knees and place your hands on his thighs, and his breath hitches.

“baby?”

you look up at him through your lashes, then sink your mouth down over his cock as far as you can go in one stroke.

“f-fuck!”

his abs clench wildly, and his knees buckle for a second. his fingers tangle into your wet hair. he curses loudly as you swallow around him, determined to take in more of him. the sight of you, pretty lips stretched around his cock, eyes staring up at him seductively, makes him clench his muscles to stop himself from bucking into your mouth.

using your hold on his thighs for leverage, you sink your mouth down onto his cock as far as you can go and nearly choke yourself — and the spasm of your throat is absolute heaven for mingyu. he whines and his grip on your hair tightens. you tongue at his cock and hollow your cheeks and bob your head on his cock, making sure to swallow around him whenever he’s deep in your throat.

it doesn’t take long. “fuck, baby, ‘m gonna come,” he gasps. “where—”

you slam down onto mingyu’s cock, choking yourself again, and he comes with a yelp. his cum floods into your mouth and throat, and you swallow most of it.

letting the remaining bit of his come pool on your tongue, you open your mouth wide for him to see, and then you swallow that too. he stares with wide eyes, and his cock twitches valiantly.

he drops to his knees too, settling himself next to you, and he pulls you into his lap and holds you tightly. he kisses you frantically and moans when he tastes himself in your mouth. “fuck, baby,” he mutters when you pull away. “that might have been the best head of my life. your knees must hurt. c’mon, let’s wash up quickly so i can take you to bed.”

as soon as his soapy hands find their way to your body, you both know you’re not making it to bed anytime soon.

#min-imum #mingyu smut #mansaenetwork #seventeen smut #i think we might need a part two for this…

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mariahcarreyyy · 11 months ago

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OKAY UH 16/17 on the smut prompt list together w oscar 👀 like he's fucking you in your sleep and calls you mommy and after a bit you wake up and hear it

# prompt no.16, fucking the other whilst they're asleep # prompt no.17, freezing when the other accidentally calls them daddy/mommy nsfw 18+ below beware⬇️⬇️

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When Oscar had come home, sweaty and tired after a long training session at work, the only thing on his mind was wrapping an arm around your figure on the bed and letting sleep overcome him.

But now, as he lifts the covers and reveals the lack of clothes covering your skin, the thought is quickly discarded for another: Oscar hadn't cum in three days, and you, although asleep, hadn't put on any clothes with a purpose.

"Fuck.." Oscar mutters, lifting the blanket off your body and relishing the sight of your little nipples hardening under the cool air.

Shame clouds Oscar's vision only momentarily as he tugs down his pants and boxers. The tip of his cock is an angry hue of red, and the driver hisses when it escapes the confines of his clothes.

He lies next to you, gently turning you to your side and lifting the underside of your knee for better access; the arousal pooling in his stomach is enough to overshadow the shame, anyway.

Oscar tries to be as discreet as possible when he bends your knee to the side, biting his lip to conceal a moan when he sees your folds spread out for him.

The second his thick digits brush against your pussy, Oscar feels your slick start gushing out of your walls. Even when asleep, your body reacts to his touch almost desperately. His point is only proven when you unconsciously and subtly grind against his fingers.

He almost groans at the thought. Almost. Tweaking and rubbing at your clit for a few seconds to make sure you were ready for his cock. Oscar clasps one hand on the base of his dick, lazily stroking once, twice as the other lifts your knee again.

"Only y'can get me like this," Oscar gasps out, biting his bottom lip to muffle a groan when he pushes his tip inside and your hot walls clench around him. "Ah, fuck, s'good, s'good."

The sting is what wakes you up.

With tangled eyelashes fluttering against your cheek, your moan nearly echoes against the walls once you process how fucking full you feel. Oscar stutters but resumes sinking his cock fully inside you, nuzzling his mouth on the nape of your neck, and groaning freely now that you're awake.

"M'sorry, m'sorry, mommy," he pants into your ear, and you can't help but freeze, with no movements and no sounds. "Couldn't help it, y'so tight, fuck."

You can feel the redness radiating off Oscar's skin; you almost whine when you feel him slide his dick out of your pussy. "Shit, sor—ah, fuck," he stumbles over his words when you clench around his length, desperate to keep him inside. "Sorry, sorry, t'was weird, m'sorry."

"Why?" You furrow your brows playfully, reaching a hand back to play with his locks. "Y'don't wanna make mommy feel good?"

A loud groan fills the room, and Oscar buries his head deeper into your shoulder.

"You're gonna be the death of me, I swear."

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frankenkyle19 · 3 months ago

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‘Fur-reaky’

Peter Maximoff x Werewolf-type reader

Description: Reader is a sort of beast like mutant. Peter takes a liking to reader and they fuck. That’s literally it. Not proofread or read over at all I’m literally in a coffee shop rn about to drive over to work. Enjoy my feral lovelies.

Word count: 2.9k

Of course Peter was more than a little curious when he heard about the new addition potentially coming to join the team. Or for Charles to train or whatever the hell. He didn’t know any of that. He’d heard about you in passing. Scott and Jean had whispered about you a few times. Nothing bad, just curious questions between the two of them. They hadn’t realized Peter was listening. He was always somewhere listening, though which was a bit creepy. Was he a creep? No, surely not…

Anyways back to you.. He wasn’t exactly sure what kind of mutant you were but from what he heard you were kinda like Hank just… increasingly less blue. Peter was curious about the fur and even more curious about what you’d look like but when he saw Charles escorting you down the hall towards your room, he couldn’t help but be disappointed. You weren’t covered in fur! You just looked.. Normal? What the hell! He sped off to the kitchen to grab a snack when he realized that like Hank, you were probably able to go in and out of your form and maybe he was just an idiot. Well.. He knew he was an idiot.. But if you know you’re an idiot does that actually make you an idiot or self actualized and smart?

Peter shrugged as he grabbed a pudding cup and zoomed off back to his room. He wasn’t ready to introduce himself just yet because he didn’t want to seem like he was coming off as a desperate creep. He’d meet you later. Maybe ‘accidentally’ run into you in the hall. Yup. That could definitely work.

After he finished his cup of pudding he still found himself bored. Entertainment was difficult to come by in the mansion unless he wanted to annoy the others and by now they were beyond fed up with him. He thought back to the new mutant that Charles had by now probably shown around the place and right now you were probably putting away your things and getting settled.

He knew he really shouldn’t go and bother the newbie but Peter had never been known for his self restraint now had he? So, he tossed the now sadly empty pudding cup towards his little trash can, missed, and zoomed out of his room and down the hall towards yours.

He miscalculated the time it would take to stop and he whizzed past your door before coming back a moment later. He ran a hand through his silver hair to tame it back down after running. The frizz he got was insane and he had even started to consider carrying a mini hairbrush with him to brush through it after running.

He hoped he didn’t look awful.. He was wearing his silver jacket that he never took off and one of his many band tees. Along with a pair of black jeans. His usual casual outfits that he wore pretty much anywhere.

Finally after gaining the courage he brought his fist up to knock on your door. Once. Twice. Three times-

He almost doubted himself for a moment and was about to just speed away but you opened the door, standing in front of him with a curious tilt to your head as you took him in.

“Hello.. Can I help you?” Your voice came out and Peter… Well Peter was fucked because you were cute and he liked the way your voice sounded too. Oh shit.

“My name’s Peter but everyone calls me Quicksilver, just thought I’d do my duty and come greet the newbie.” He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant when really he was mentally flipping out, stomach doing little cartwheels. No one had really caught his eye yet and he’d been suuuper lonely lately. He just wanted some company. Some good company if you caught his drift.

“It’s nice to meet you Peter,” you said before you gave him your name and fucking again it was pretty and Peter felt like he was going to blow up dramatically like some cartoon character.

“Pretty name, babes. So we haven’t heard a lot about you, Charles is prettyyyy confidential. What’s your power?”

A blush of embarrassment rose over your features and Peter wasn’t sure what that meant. Oh! Oh no… were you embarrassed? That just wouldn’t do…

“Because me, well I’ve got super speed and this funky lookin’ hair.” He said witn a comically large smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“I’ve… it’s-“ Your words stumbled over each other as you tried to find a way to explain it without it sounding weird. Really, you’d always thought it was a stupid power but Peter looked so genuinely curious that you decided you might as well show him.

You beckoned Peter into your room before closing the door behind him and Peter raised a curious brow at your actions. I mean like he was totally cool with all that he had absolutely no qualms about getting down and d-

Oh! Peter had it wrong like he so often did.

In the moment it took to close the door and step back from Peter you’d grown several inches taller and were now… practically covered in fur.

Peter’s eyes widened in awe as he took in your form. Holy hell that was cool! You really were like a regular, non-blue version of Hank! No offense to him but Peter found you much more attractive too. You also had what appeared to be super sharp nails or claws and he thought those just looked super badass.. Everything about you really.

“Holy shit! Look at you! That’s sick as hell!” Peter exclaimed, brown eyes still scanning your frame. He was immediately enamored.

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That was how yours and Peter’s relationship started. Well, not really a relationship but also more than just a friendship. You found yourself snuggled up to Peter’s side on team movie nights and there were always lingering touches shared between the two of you. Most of the other X-men assumed the two of you actually were full on dating and every time you or Peter denied it they just scoffed and looked at you like you were crazy. Maybe you were, but Peter and you didn’t really find it super important to try and label what you had. It was good, that’s all you knew.

It was another one of those nights, the X-men decided to watch some stupid movie together after a long week. All of you sitting around the tv with popcorn and various candies. It was actually quite sweet. Peter sat next to you on one of the large comfy chairs, arms wrapped around your waist to hold you close.

Eventually at some point during the movie one of Peter’s hands that rested on your hip had started to move closer to your… Well.. Y’know..

What was he doing?! Peter himself didn’t even really know. The two of you hadn’t done anything like that yet… It was a sort of boundary that neither of you dared to cross. A line in the sand if you will.

Until now. Peter’s heart was beating a million miles an hour in his chest as he tried to gauge your reaction. You didn’t seem too bothered by it but he didn’t want to ever do something you didn’t like. So instead of silently continuing, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“Wanna get out of here? This movies pretty boring and if you’re up for it I think I can give us some much better entertainment.”

You were at a loss for words so a little nod was all the confirmation you gave the speedster before he was standing up, pulling you with him. Some of the other X-men looked up at the both of you, confused as to what you were doing but for the most part they all kept their eyes on the movie that was playing.

“We’re gonna go head off to bed for the night, adios!” Peter gave a little wave before he grabbed onto you and sped the two of you off to his room. His room was… much more cluttered than yours. The walls were covered in band posters- Nirvana, Rush, Pink Floyd, as many as you could think. His bed was unmade and the drawers to his dresser were all slightly open, clothes spilling out of them.

“Sorry babe, didn’t get a chance to clean,” He said a bit sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with a little chuckle.

“Peter I could care less what your room looks like- but what were you doing out there?! In front of everyone? What were you thinking? I mean someone could have seen and then-“ Yours words were cut off as Peter pressed his lips against yours, cupping your cheek in his warm palm, letting his thumb run across your skin gently.

Once you got your bearings you kissed back, hands bunching up the fabric of the band tee he was wearing, feeling the fibers beneath your fingertips. You’d wanted to steal a few of his t-shirts for a while now but didn’t know how he’d take to that.

Right at the moment he was absolutely lost in the kiss, gentle lips coaxing yours further and further into a glorious unity that was the two of you.. Peter was really beating himself up for not doing this sooner.. Especially with the way you were reacting to it.

You gave him a gentle nudge, pulling away to take a breath as he stared at you with his wide brown eyes, looking a lot like a deer in headlights. Like he didn’t know what to do next.

“So…” You started, eyeing him curiously. “You said you had better entertainment than the movie? Ready to prove that?”

And if Peter’s eyes already looked like they were going to bug out of his head before you said that, they really really did now. He couldn’t believe his ears! This was better than any Twinkie or snack cake in the world..

He wanted to come off cool and collected but really he just gave a gentle shrug of his shoulders and bounced on the balls of his feet nervously, not making eye contact with you. “Well I- Yeahhhhh babe, definitely got… I mean- or- ahh fuck!” He facepalmed, shaking his head as his cheeks began to heat.

“Peter- calm down. I’m just teasing you. You look cute when you’re flustered… But, I was serious. Y’know.. If you wanted to.” And now your cheeks were red too and the both of you were dancing around actually talking about it because neither of you were sure what to say.

Peter knew that one of you had to say or do something though so he decided to actually take charge and he pulled you into another kiss, his mouth practically devouring yours as he grabbed at your hips with a bit of force behind his actions this time. He didn’t seem as unsure of himself. Now that he was sure you weren’t going to turn him down.

“Peter-“ you breathed out, chest rising and falling heavily and Peter had to admit- he was definitely staring at your breasts.. Like for sure and he wasn’t even really that ashamed of it.. You had great titties! He couldn’t just not.

Peter gave you a lazy smile and looked like he was about to open his mouth and say something stupid again so you intervened.

“Take your clothes off.”

It was forward but it caused the reaction you wanted out of him. He looked a bit taken aback, mouth agape for several long seconds before he managed to respond with words.

“I- my clothes?”

“Yes, Peter. Your clothes.” You said once more, and to help encourage him a little more you took off your own shirt, giving him a beautiful view of your breasts in the bra you wore. It wasn’t anything special but to Peter? God, he’d never seen anything better in his whole life.

He didn’t need much more coaxing after that because he was tossing off his jacket and pulling his shirt over his head with a speed that made it hard to actually see what he was doing. He was already stripping down to his boxers and it had only been like.. Five seconds. It took you a bit longer because you unfortunately were not graced with the speed Peter had. Your mutation was something you thought much weirder.. Something you kept hidden as much as you could.

He looked up at you, silver hair falling into his eyes which he quickly pushed back. He let out a low whistle, unable to stop the grin that appeared on his face when he saw you. God.. He was stupidly in love and it was going to be the end of him.

The two of you fell into bed quickly after that, hands everyone, touching, grabbing, coaxing moans out of the other with satisfied twin smirks on your lips.

Eventually in the whirlwind of it all, Peter found a condom and slid it on, positioning himself at your entrance before looking up at you to make sure he was good to go.

You gave a little nod and he slowly slid into you, silver eyebrows furrowing at how tight and warm you were wrapped around him.

He placed his hands gently at your shoulders, giving you a few tender kisses before he pulled out and started to move at a pace that was excruciatingly slow for him but just right for you to get used to his girth.

Your head was thrown back into the pillows, moans spilling freely from your throat as your hands reached for Peter, gripping onto his biceps tightly as you clenched around him.

Peter’s eyes had been closed practically the whole time, trying not to bust a nut in the first five seconds and embarrass himself, but when he did open his eyes he saw that you looked.. Quite a bit different than when he’d closed them.

“Holy shit..” Peter whispered under his breath, glancing down at you. At first you were confused before you glanced down at your body, now covered in fur. Quite a bit less than… Say beast, but enough that it obviously made a difference. Your eyes had also changed to a deep, almost glowing yellow.

You made a move to shove at Peter’s chest, trying to get up and cover yourself but he stopped you. “Hey- hey woah look at me. You’re beautiful, okay? I’m not good with all this lovey-dovey stuff but I mean it. You’re gorgeous like this, baby. Doesn’t make me want you any less.”

Your brows furrowed heavily at him, trying to see if he was really telling the truth or if he was just trying to make you feel better. But you remembered how bad of a liar Peter Maximoff actually was and came to the conclusion that he had to be telling the truth.

You also came to the realization that he was still balls deep inside of you, twitching rather eagerly, desperate to move again.

“Can- Can I?” He asked rather shyly, giving a little jut of his hips even further against yours, hands resting at your sides, feeling over the soft fur there. All he could think about was fucking the shit out of you and then cuddling up to you afterwards. You felt so warm.

A little nod of your head had Peter pulling back before plunging himself back into you with a shaky gasp, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. You smelled like perfume and warmth and god dammit if Peter wasn’t already addicted.

Your back arched into him, trying to get more. He felt so damn good inside of you it was actually criminal. That the two of you could have been doing this the entire time instead of dancing around each other in fear of rejection.

“Peter-“

“I know, feels totally outrageously good, doesn’t it? Just like that, fuuuuuuck.” Peter tossed his head back, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, his silver hair falling from his face. His hands clenched gently at your sides, not being too forceful but also not exactly gentle. He couldn’t help himself.

The two of you continued that slow, nearly torturous pace until you were arching against each other, breath hot, the room filling with heat and the smell of sex.

Your lips were connected as the two of you barreled towards release, trying to prolong it as long as you could.

“I’m so close baby girl- so close fuck I’m gonna cum- you almost there sweetheart?”

The pet names had your cheeks heating as you gave a little nod before pulling Peter down into another harsh kiss, nipping at his bottom lip.

The cry that left him was nothing short of heavenly, his hips stuttering before he stilled inside of you, panting against your lips. His hips may have stopped but the feeling was quickly replaced by a low vibration on your clit that you soon realized was coming from his fingers.

He’d turned into a whining mess after his orgasm but he was so eager to see that you came as well.

“Please- cum for me baby please, want it so bad please-“ he begged, practically slurring his words as the vibrations intensified.

You didn’t need much more convincing after that, a strangled cry leaving your lips as finally that band snapped and you came, whole body shaking underneath him.

He helped you through your orgasm before you were gently pushing his hand away, nearly wincing with overstimulation.

“Alright Peter that’s- that’s enough… Jesus that was good.”

Peter, who had caught his breath by now pulled out of you and grinned playfully. “See baby, we could have been doing that the whole time!”

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 3 months ago

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The Exorcist, 1973

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Notes: Man I’m really fighting to finish Kinktober, like I have ONE MORE to write

Day 15: Innocence Kink

Buck was definitely good at parties. As he stood in the kitchen, nursing a cold beer, Eddie walked over and patted his shoulder.

“Hey, we’re gonna do a game of spin the bottle, you in?”

“What are we?? 17?!” He scoffs as he sips his beer

“I made sure you were across from that girl you’ve been looking at all night”

“You know me so well!” He cheeses, wrapping his arms around Eddie and squeezing him.

You sit down on the floor, your legs crossed out in front of you. Your friend next to you giggles as Buck sits down across from you. You blush and look away from him, whispering to your friend, and Buck blushes, whispering something to Eddie before the game begins.

It’s been 10 minutes and Buck has already seen you kiss three girls and one guy, and that nearly had him ripping that guy's lips off and tossing them into the fucking ocean, but finally it’s your turn to spin.

Buck tries his best not to seem eager, and you get on your hands and knees, crawling forward to spin the bottle. You get several catcalls and whistles and grin, biting your lip playfully as you spin. You’re watching it go around and around when suddenly Hen knocks into Eddie, spilling his beer into his lap and leg kicks out, accidentally hitting the bottle….and it stops on Buck.

“Shit, shit- sorry” He gets up and groans, wiping at his pants

“I’ll use the upstairs bathroom!” You all watch him hurry away, Buck’s jaw practically on the floor as Ravi comes in, taking his place smoothly

“What are we playing?? Seven minutes in heaven??”

“I don’t mind a switch up” You crawl over to Buck and he leans back on his hands, his body extending easily.

“It’s up to you really” You bat your eyelashes at him and he nods dumbly

“S-sounds fun to m-me. Yeah sure, okay.”

You both get up and the game continues, setting more pairs up, He follows you into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. In the darkness, he can feel your small frame, your soft curves pressing against him. He reaches out, his hands finding your hips as he pulls you closer.

“I gotta admit” He speaks lowly, his lips brushing against your ear “I’ve had my eye on you all night”

“I was wondering if you were ever going to make a move”

“Shoulda done it way sooner…” His lips trail lightly over your jaw, leaving teasing little kisses

"So, baby girl..." he purrs, his voice low and husky. "What do you wanna do in here?"

You gulp nervously for a second and smile uneasily, he takes a second to pull away just a little to give you space.

“I gotta admit..” you blush, his face illuminated by the little nightlight in the bathroom “I’ve never done this before”

He chuckles softly, his hands still resting on your hips. "Oh don't worry, babygirl. I'll take good care of you."

He reaches out, his fingers finding the hem of your baby tee. Slowly, teasingly, he lifts it up, exposing your soft, smooth skin little by little.

"You've got such a cute little body," he murmurs appreciatively. "I bet you taste as sweet as you look."

His hands slide around to cup your ass, squeezing gently.

"Tell me, Sugar," he breathes, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks."You ever been kissed before?"

It’s such an easy question and there’s totally an easy answer… but the way Buck’s hands knead your soft flesh makes you think that maybe it isn’t all that easy to admit out loud.

“U-um…” he can hear the wavering in your voice “Maybe once or- or twice”

It’s starting to dawn on him slowly…. You might be a bit more innocent than he ever thought, than he ever imagined. His heart races at your admission, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He loves corrupting innocent girls like you.

"Just once or twice, huh?" He grins wickedly in the darkness, mimicking your tone.

"Well lucky for you, I'm an expert at kissing. And I'm more than happy to give you a few lessons."

He captures your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue insistently seeking entrance. His hands roam your body greedily, one sliding up to palm your breast through your shirt while the other slides your skirt up, exposing your panties.

He breaks the kiss, both of you panting slightly. "Fuck, you taste good. I could kiss you all night.”

“I hope you do” You mumble a bit deliriously, a silly smile on your face. Your hands come up to hold onto his arms as he trails kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin.

He smirks against your skin, pleased by your eager response. He continues his assault on your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point. Your nails dig into his arm lightly as you moan softly when he bites down, clearly leaving his mark, even if it’s only for tonight. He’s praying it isn’t.

"You're so fucking sexy," he groans, grinding his hard cock against your hip and you gasp. "I can't wait to taste every inch of you."

He starts kissing his way down your body, leaving hot, wet kisses in his wake. His hands push your skirt up further, revealing your pink panties to his hungry gaze.

"These are cute," he murmurs, hooking his fingers in the waistband. "But they've got to go. I need to feel you, baby girl. Need to taste your pretty little pussy."

Your jaw drops as you feel him placing soft kisses on your thighs, giving you time to comprehend his next step, you can feel his smile against your thighs and you nod.

“O-oh you… you want to-“

"Come on, pretty girl. Don't be shy. I promise I'll make you feel so good."

He starts to slowly pull your panties down, revealing your bare pussy inch by inch. He groans at the sight, his cock twitching in his jeans, he could only hold back for so long.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," he breathes, his fingers skimming over your slick folds. "You want this, don't you? You want me to taste you, to make you cum with my tongue?”

“I-I do. I do want it” Your voice wavers a bit shyly and his heart races at your words, his cock throbbing with need. He can't wait to taste your sweet innocence.

He helps you lift one leg over his shoulder, opening you up completely to him. He takes a moment to admire the view, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans.

"That's my good girl," he praises, his hands sliding up your thighs to grip your hips. "You're going to love this, baby. I promise."

He leans forward, his tongue tracing along your slit. He groans at the taste of you, sweet and tangy on his tongue. Your head falls back lightly against the wall and you hold onto his hair for support.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," he groans, his tongue delving deeper, lapping at your entrance as you squirm. "So wet and ready for me."

He starts to eat you out like a man starved, his tongue swirling around your clit. He sucks on the sensitive bud, making you gasp and moan above him as you tug on his hair, pushing his lips closer. He grins wickedly as you get more comfortable with him.

His hands grip your ass, lifting you up so he can bury his face deeper. He fucks you with his tongue, in and out of your tight hole.

"That's it, baby girl," he encourages, his words muffled against your pussy. "Ride my face. Grind on my tongue. Fuck, I love eating this sweet little cunt."

You whimper above him, your hips moving on their own as you grind against his mouth, your face twisting in pleasure as you work your body on him. He slides two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out as he continues to work your clit with his mouth.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark and intense as he watches your reactions. He loves seeing you fall apart, knowing he's the first one to make you feel so good and he’s silently praying the only one from now on.

"B-Buck I think- I’m gonna cum” you pant softly, that tight coil deep in your belly so close to snapping.

He sucks hard on your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a furious pace. He curls them just right, hitting that spot inside that makes you see stars.

"That's it, baby girl," he growls, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through you. "Cum for me. Cum all over my face like a good little slut."

He bites down gently on your clit, the mix of pleasure and pain sending you into orbit. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, your juices flooding his mouth as you cry his name over and over, holding his hair tightly and bracing yourself against the wall not even thinking about if anyone can hear you two.

He laps it up greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop. He continues to work you through your orgasm, his fingers slowing but never stopping as he holds you firmly in place.

Finally, you start to come down, your body going limp in his arms. He pulls back, licking his lips.

"Fuck, that was hot," he pants, his cock straining against his zipper. "You came so hard for me, baby girl. So fucking sexy."

He stands up, his hands cupping your face. He leans in, capturing your lips in a burning kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the flavor heady and intoxicating.

“Y-you’re really good at that” You mumble weakly and he chuckles, nuzzling his face against your neck and nipping gently at your skin while pulling you down onto the floor to cuddle with him.

“Thanks for the compliment cutie” He purrs in your ear and you giggle sleepily, holding onto his arm and shifting in his lap. Your heart nearly stops in your chest as you feel how hard he is… how massive he is, you gulp quietly and he grins wickedly against your neck.

“What do you say…we get out of here for the night?” He places soft kisses along your neck and you tilt your head giving him better access

“You can’t just leave your party” You murmur and he huffs, holding you closer.

“Want me to kick everyone out? Cause I’ll do it, you just say the word baby girl”

You yawn and nuzzle into his neck, breathing out slowly and smiling “A car ride would give me enough time to rest up…”

You shriek as he gets off the floor, taking you with him and throwing you over his shoulder as he unlocks the door, already taking out his phone to get a hotel room.

“Sounds perfect! I have heated seats!”

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kisses4kuna · 18 days ago

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How I think the jjk characters would comfort you after a break up !!

Includes: Satoru, Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi.

(Hurt/comfort, mentions of break ups (obviously) murder and vandalism (jokingly), might be ooc, written with fem! reader in mind but anyone can read!! Please ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes, I accidentally posted this twice...!..!.!!! So fixing it was a little difficult so ignore it if any paragraphs are merged......)

Satoru Gojo:

You've been isolating yourself in your dorm for about three days now.

The guy you've been dating just dumped you and you've been devastated since.

Of course, Satoru, Shoko, Nanami, even Yaga have reached out and tried to comfort you, but you brushed it off with a muttered “I'm fine.”, being sure to shut the door in each of their faces before they could say anything more.

But you weren't fine. Of course you weren't.

You were so in love with your ex. He was your entire world and he just left like you were nothing.

You've spent the last three days crying, sleeping, and rereading old texts.

You probably looked like shit, but you couldn't care less. What was the point in trying to look or act decent now that he was gone?

You're forced to pull yourself out of your thoughts once you get a knock at your door.

You groan, you really, really don't wanna talk to anyone, but you force yourself to get up.

You open the door and before you can even get out a full “What do you want?”, Satoru shoves past you into your room with a shit-ton of snacks.

“Did you really think I was gonna let my favorite person stay isolated and wallow in their sadness forever?” He asks, giving you a teasing grin.

You can't help the chuckle that escapes your lips.

“What's all that for?” You ask, pointing to the snacks that were now covering the entirety of your bed.

“Movie night!! We're gonna watch a bunch of movies and eat a bunch of snacks and stay up all night until you stop being all mopey!” He exclaims, and you feel an excitement replicating his bubbling up in your stomach.

“If your big ass doesn't eat all the snacks...” You mutter back with a sly grin as you get into your bed, sitting beside him.

He immediately puts his hand over his heart and squeezes his shirt with a look of faux offence.

“What!? And to think I went out of my way to be all nice to you after your dick-head boyfriend dumped you!” He whines, crossing his arms to look more angry.

This only pulls laughter out of you. His face immediately softens, it feels much better to see your pretty smile than your depressed frown.

He pulls you into an unexpected hug, and once you process it, you hug him back.

“I can hollow purple him if you want.” He says, muttering the words softly against your hair in order to keep the moment quiet.

“That's not happening and you know it.” You whisper back. Suddenly, this break up isn't seeming so bad.

Maybe you just need Satoru and your other friends, and you'll be better in now time.

Nobara Kugisaki:

Ever since you found out that your boyfriend was cheating on you, you've been visibly down in the dumps.

Right now, Nobara is the only one who knows since she helped you catch him.

“I just can't believe him. All that time together and he fucking cheats.” You groan before looking up at Nobara, who's currently going through your closet to help you pick what you need to throw out and what you need to keep since you've got way too much clothes.

“Yeah, he's a total moron. Keep or no?” She asks before lifting up one of your shirts.

“You can throw that out. And with my best friend too? No offense to you, of course, but seriously? He could've slept with anyone, and he chose one of the girls I trusted most in the world.” You shake your head and your heart clenches at the thought.

“Well, at least one good thing came out of this.” She says, tossing your shirt into the ‘keep’ pile.

“What?” You ask with major confusion. What the hell is that supposed to mean? She thinks it's good that you got cheated on?

“Now I get to be your best friend!” She smiles and laughs, and that causes you to laugh as well.

“Yeah, and I guess if he had cheating in his mind, I don't want him anyways.” You then get up off of your bed and sit next to Nobara, leaning your head on her shoulder.

She puts the pair of pants she was holding down and wraps her arm around you.

You both just sit like that. Neither of you says a word, but you feel a sense of peace washing over you for the first time since the break up.

“So do you wanna beat up his car now?” Nobara says, breaking the silence, and all you can do is smile and laugh.

Yuji Itadori:

“He did WHAT??” Yuji practically screams and you immediately slap your hand over his mouth.

About thirty minutes ago, you found your boyfriend (well, now ex-boyfriend) kissing another girl.

Your first reaction was to run to Yuji's room despite it being midnight and pray to God that he was still awake.

When he answered the door, you could hear Human Earthworm playing in the background, basically telling you that you hadn't woken him up or anything.

Yuji stares at you with wide eyes and says something from under your hand, buts it's muffled.

“Yuji, you have to shut up! It's midnight and I'm not supposed to be in here! We'll both get our asses kicked if we wake anyone up!” You whisper-scream to him and he begins frantically nodding his head.

You remove your hand from his mouth and wipe it on your shirt since he got a little bit of his spit on it.

“Ew...” You whisper softly.

“I can't believe him! You're supposed to be his Jenifer Lawrence, guys aren't supposed to cheat on their Jenifer Lawrence's!!” He whispers back, somewhat aggressively.

You can't help but chuckle at his dumb reference.

“Tell me his address!! I gotta square up with this guy!!” He whispers again and you laugh again.

You don't know it, but he's acting stupid on purpose. He's not super skilled at comforting people, but he's great at making people laugh.

“‘Square up’??? Yuji, what is this? A 2000's drama comedy?” You whisper through hushed giggles, your hand now over your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing too hard.

“I'm serious, no one cheats on my best friend without catching these hands!!” He whisper-yells back, which only causes you to laugh harder.

He continues making dumb statements until you both forget the time and are now laughing hard, not even whispering anymore.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door that snaps you two out of your laughter.

Yuji quickly throws a blanket over you to ‘hide’ you in case it's a teacher then gets up to see who's there.

When he opens the door, he's met with an extremely annoyed and tired Megumi.

“Listen, I don't know what the hell you two are doing up at 1:30 in the morning but if you could shut up and go to sleep so that I can sleep, that'd be great.” He groans, glaring at Yuji then you.

“Do you think hiding under a blanket is actually gonna work?” He asks and you get out from under the blanket, your face is slightly flushed from embarrassment.

“That was Yuji's fault.” You say while pointing your finger at Yuji who them gasps.

“What!! I was trying to keep you out of trouble, how dare you push the blame onto me!!” He jokes back, and Megumi groans loudly.

“Just shut up.” He says before storming off back to his room.

Yuji shuts the door then walks back to his bed and sits beside you.

“We should have a sleepover!” He suggests with a big smile.

You tap your chin with your index finger, pretending to think.

“I dunno... You kick a lot in your sleep.” You tease him.

“I do not!” He retorts in offence.

“Fine. But if you kick me even one time then you have to do all my homework for the next month!” You say before laying down in his bed, pulling the covers over yourself.

He smiles and lays beside you.

“Deal.”

Megumi Fushiguro:

You hate this.

You can handle a lot of things, curses, training, homework, fighting...

But break ups?

You would rather take on a hundred special-grade curses all at once.

Megumi knows that about you. Which is why he's decided to let go of his nonchalant ‘I don't care about anything or anyone’ act for just today for you.

He knocks on your door and you answer.

“Oh, hey Megs. What're you doin' here?” You ask, your gaze shifting from his gaze to the blankets and snacks in his hands.

“Don't play dumb. You know I'm here to comfort you.” He rolls his eyes, walking into your room and setting everything down.

“I know, I just wanted to hear you say it.” You smile.

One of your favorite things to do is tease Megumi.

He knows that about you.

Come to think about it, Megumi probably knows everything about you. He's definitely your best friend. You'd probably choose him over anything and anyone. He knows your favorite songs, snacks, meals, movies, drinks, your biggest fears, your type, your pet peeves, everything.

So of course he came with every single snack you've ever said “Hey, this is really good” or “You know what you really need to try -!!” about.

Of course he came with his laptop to watch your favorite movies.

Of course he came with blankets and pillows to build a fort to watch said movies in.

Because contrary to popular belief, Megumi Fushiguro was the most thoughtful person you've ever known.

That's why he's your best friend.

“Oh, by the way, if you get a very detailed and remorseful apology from your ex, don't respond.” He randomly blurts out while building the fort for you two.

It's basically muscle memory for him after how many times he's done this for you.

“Megumi, please tell me you didn't threaten my ex into an apology...” You wince at the thought.

“I didn't threaten him.” He smirks as he puts the final blanket on the fort before crawling in.

You barely catch the smirk because it's gone within the same second it appears.

“Uh huh.” You reply sarcastically before crawling into the fort with him.

“So what do you wanna watch first?” He asks as he lists off all your favorite movies.

If you told anyone that the cold-as-stone Megumi Fushiguro was here in your dorm, building a fort for you and watching your favorite movies with you and cuddling with you when you both fall asleep, they'd laugh in your face.

But that didn't matter to you, since all you cared about was that you got to see that side of Megumi, and you wouldn't trade moments like this for the world.

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A/n: this is basically just because I have evermore stuck in my head rn and it made me think ab Satoru helping reader after a break up!? Also, guess which one of them is my favorite 😋😋 I think it's obvious but idk..

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