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Can I get Felix nsfw fic about breeding kink👀

lost luggage

felix x fem!reader

synopsis: the one where you lost your birth control pills.

warnings: 🔞!!! hand job mention, fingering mention, breeding kink, talk of birth control, creampie, no protection, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 1.6k

an: this is not the best im so sorry but I love this pic of felix so so much and I hope you like it <33 thank you so much for requesting! not proofread sorry :p

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You had lost your suitcase. Or the airline had misplaced the luggage and claimed to get it to you in the next forty-eight hours. Apologizing for the inconvenience and sending you on your way. It hadn't been too big a deal, Felix talking you down from the anger bubbling up inside you, not necessarily at the airline but at yourself for thinking this would never happen to you. And then yes at the airline and their stupid bad timing and even worse customer service. 

But Felix was there, hand on your shoulder, heady voice in your ear, whispering about taking you out to grab the essentials, to not worry about this one setback. He didn't even care about showing up late to the party you two had been flown out for in the first place. “We will be here all week, being an hour or two late won’t hurt anyone,” 

He was right, everyone had been sympathetic to your situation, cursing the baggage claim gods just as passionately as you had. But it wasn't until the third day of your trip that you remembered one of the key things left in your toiletries bag. The little foil and plastic case of your birth control pills, hastily added into the bag because it was always right there on the edge of the sink next to your toothbrush, taken in the morning consistently enough that you never really forget about it. Not until it was one of the last things on your mind when trying to remember exactly what you needed to buy to replace the lost items for the time being. 

You would have forgotten entirely if it hadn't been for your reflex to reach out for the pill case the second you have finished washing your face. “Shit,” you scrambled to think up the last time you had sex, save the lazy hand jobs the two of you had exchanged in bed that first night. Felix's fingers buried deep inside you as the two of you made out, his soft moans trapped against your lips with each drag of your hand on him. 

Felix hummed a question from the hotel's bed, still lying back against the headboard scrolling on his phone. “What is it?” 

“My birth control was in the checked bag,” you sighed, over the whole thing, if you thought about the bag too much it would just put you right back to the mindset you had right at that airport help desk. “It's fine, calm, cool, collected thoughts just like you said,” you tried to mimic his sweet soothing voice, letting the syllables relax in your mouth to make them true. “If we have sex we will just be careful and when I get the bag back I will make sure to always listen to my gut and put essentials into the carry on,” 

The conversation had been over and done with, forgotten by you as you got ready to go out but not forgotten by Felix. The first thing that came to his mind was the same thought as you, when was the last time you had sex, did you two happen to slip up? Then his mind tripped down a road of questions he never found himself exploring; would it be so bad if you two had slipped up? What if neither of you cared? What if he did get you pregnant? 

Never had his body reacted so fast to an idea, blood rushing down to his cock until it was aching and dripping precum at a rate he hadn't ever experienced. It wasn't as if he had never thought about having kids with you, no this was different, the risk of it right now. Just thinking about how close the two of you had been without realizing it, how only the night before if he had pushed into you, fucked you until you were dumb on his cock, spilling inside you only to do it all over again, you'd be claimed in a way he never would have thought about until this very second. 

He wanted that; to watch you dripping with his cum, claimed as his in a way no other man had ever had you, ready to do it over and over again until you were stuffed so full you couldn't even think about anything else but him and him alone. He was shifting in his seat, trying and failing to adjust himself in his sweatpants, his bulge slung across his thigh, noticeable enough for when you came out of the bathroom again needing the zipper of your dress done up. You chuckled,“Just hearing me say sex gets you hard now?” 

Your hands were on the front of your dress, holding it up and in place, pushing up your boobs just the right amount to draw his eyes in. If you got pregnant they would get bigger, maybe even double in size, and it's all that he can see as he pulls you down on the bed. 

The breath is knocked out of you, his hips fitting right between yours pressing his clothed cock right against you, grinding as he kisses down your neck, leaving a sloppy trail of them right down to your cleavage. Pulling down your dress just enough to free your tits from the fabric, his moan deep in the back of his throat as he takes in your peaked nipples. “Look at how pretty,” he always lets his voice drag out, running low enough to get your panties soaked. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” 

He's looking at you from under his lashes, drawing you in with every little word. You would be anything he wanted you to be if it got him to look at you like that, every little freckle on display under his heated lazy gaze. Your chin barely moves to nod yes and he's got his hands under your dress, tearing your panties away. He wanted you in a way he's never felt before, the walls of his reserve packed up tight now crumbling down at the sight of your glistening cunt. 

Felix doesn’t falter in his movements tugging himself free from his sweatpants, jerking his wrist over his veiny shaft, circling his fingers over his tip collecting all his precum. You're spilled out on the sheets, dress pushed into a belt around your center, your knees falling open for him just enough so that when he pulls you to the edge of the bed you can wrap them around him. Your hips jerk at the sensation of him dragging his cock through your folds, getting himself as lubed up on your wetness as he can before he pushes in. 

The sound of his moan rumbled through his body, no time to let you adjust to the size of him before he's plumbing into you. Your hands shoot out for his wrists, his fingers denting into your hips to keep you in place. “Oh fuck- you always take my cock so well baby-” Every drag of his cock against your gummy walls is pure bliss, your mind fogging up with each sweet word he shares. “Sucking me in and begging me to fill you,” 

It's then that you realize you forgot a condom, not that either of you had one handy, not when you relied so heavily on your pills. “You have to- you'll have to-” but as much as you want to say the words they get stuck right on the edge of a whimper, pull out, right on the edge of your tongue. But its all tamped down when he adds, “ill have to fill you up, pump you full of my cum- fuck- push it back in and do it again,” 

Felix had never brought this up before, not even when he was desperately begging you to finish with him, buried deep in you needing to hear you cry for him. This was different, panting as he went on and on, “Everyone will know you're mine, all plump and perfect with my baby,” he lets one of his hands press down into your pelvis, slapping skin sticky in the air, knees weak from the feeling. “I'm going to cum right here, you feel that?” he digs the heel of his palm in, the tip of his cock pressed right where he wants it, tucked against your cervix hitting it until you're a shaking mess below him. “You'regoing to be so full of me, don't you want that? Tell me you want my baby,” 

“Felix,” you're gasping, scratching at the sheets trying and failing to find purchase on something to keep you grounded because, with each snap of his hips against yours, you're losing it, scrambling to find sanity. 

“Tell me, fuck- oh fuck- please, tell me,” he's begging thumb moving down to press on your swollen clit, circling the bud until your back is lifting off the mattress. He has a direct pull on your body, tugging your orgasm out of you. 

“I want it- please I want your baby,” you're almost in tears before the tidal wave crashes over you, your whole body tensing up before collapsing into bliss. Felix's hot cum spurts out in thick streams coating your walls and pushing out with each continuous stroke of his cock inside you. He slows just enough to let you keep squeezing him, his hands sliding up your thighs to keep them in place around him. 

Leaning down to pepper you with kisses he inadvertently pushes into you deeper, your whimper so sweet neck to his ear,“we can stay like this for a while before we go another round,” 

“A-another?” 

He drags his hips, grinding down against your sensitive clit, “I want to make sure I fill you enough to have that baby,” 

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Happy 1K followers to me!

So this happened a few weeks ago but I actually took some time to figure out just how I wanted to celebrate. So I believe I will be bringing back matchups (since I don’t do them that often). This will be opened to followers and mutuals only. I do have anon off so no way anons will slip by and I will be checking to see if you actually follow me!

I can’t begin to express how thankful and happy I am for each of you that are following me over the last few years. The mutuals I have made here are absolutely wonderful and some have even become some of my best friends. Thank you all for being here and listening to my insanity: especially over Shinichiro, Wakasa, Barou, Sukuna (and a small dash of Grimmjow and Ichigo’s back muscles here and there).

You guys are wonderful. Thank you so much.

If you are interested in taking part of my celebration- please check under the cut for the rules. 💕

Rules

Just be following me (I will check) and if I find that you unfollowed after the event - blocked.

Minors DNI. I will be verifying ages.

The only fandoms I will be doing: Blue Lock, Jujutsu Kaisen, Bleach, and Tokyo Revengers

Followers may pick one fandom. Mutuals may choose two fandoms.

Followers will get a matchup and a song that reminds me of your matchup.

Mutuals will receive their matchup(s), song(s), and a little surprise blurb about one of your mstchups.

If you would like to participate, please send an ask with a description of yourself, pictures or pic crews will help immensely, the fandom(s) you’d like your matchup from, preferred gender (if any), and include any icks or no goes of any character (any character you feel uncomfortable being paired with for any reason)

Asks will not be posted! I will @ you with your matchup.

If you are not interested in my event and wish to block/filter - just block the tag: lee.1kevent

And for the most part - have fun and enjoy your matchup! 💕

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fearless (taylor’s version): the never a clean break chapter

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For your 1k follower event -congrats by the way!! Gemini + Kirishima + 7, please!

OKAY LISTEN. I GOT VERY VERY CARRIED AWAY. Who the fuck knew this inspiration would strike me on a TUESDAY at 9:00pm? Not me. Anyway. Thank you for the congratulations, and I hope you enjoy this! It started out innocent, and then just completely derailed into this.

18+, “Is that a tattoo?” x Kirishima Eijirou

word count: 2.2k (what. the. fuck. written in 3 and a half hours) warnings: smut, size kink, public sex, unprotected sex. Thank you for encouraging me, @koiibito and @queensynderella

Kirishima was the hardest guy you knew, even without his quirk activated. The muscles rippled down his back as you stroked deeply, kneading out the knots with strong, practised fingers. You were a private masseuse to the Pro-Heroes, and you were the best. When he booked an appointment, you weren’t shocked, but damn, were you curious. 

Your colleagues all talked about the hulk of a man, wondering what he was like, what his skin felt like. Does he get hard all over? You know, down there? They’d whisper to each other, ask you to find out. Like hell, you will. There’s a reason the Pro’s come to you. You’re professional, courteous, confidentia-

Wow, he’s got a nice ass. You can’t help but think while you worked the lower sciatica, taking out the kinks. He groaned, twitching on the bed, the thin, white sheet covering him doing nothing to hide the firm, toned muscle. “Is the pressure okay?”

He grunted, lifted his head a little to flash you a killer smile.

“It’s perfect,” then fell back down, head in the hole, “I’ve actually been having a bit of back pain so this is great.”

 “Happy to help,” you replied, cordial and quietly, so as not to take over the ambience music in the room, but rather blend in with it. “Have you been training your legs more?”

 “Yeah, can you tell?” there was a tease to his question, but you bit back a retort, not one to instigate. It wasn’t his first one of the session, and it was getting harder to remain placid.

 “The main reason for back pain in heroes is the overuse of the glutes and tight hips,” you commented, digging your finger into the very round of his buttock, right where the nerve ending sits. You’d never heard someone so buff make such a whine before, and you shivered in the sadistic delight of hearing it. God, you love your job.

 “Shit, that’s sore,” Kirishima curses under his breath, you ignored it, the knot of muscle dissipating and relaxing under your relentless fingers. “Damn, you’ve got a magic touch.”

 That’s when you let your facade slip; a giggle escaped your lips.

 “Ah! So you’re not a robot!” the red-haired Hero exclaimed, you huffed, walking back to his head. You warmed another pump of oil in your hands, pressed them down to his neck and stroked up into the shave of his undercut.

 “Of course not,” you scraped at his scalp, watched goosebumps as they danced along the back of his arms. That’s a surprisingly soft, human, skin reaction, something you could tell your co-workers, and as you pulled the longer hair up, you gasped, “is that a tattoo?”

 On the back of Kirishima’s head, covered with thick hair, were two RR’s in his logo. He chuckled, the laugh booming and shaking his body.

 “Yeah,” he paused, only slightly. His voice dropped an octave, sending shivers down your spine “it’s not my only one.”

 Now, how could you resist that? You couldn’t, that’s why you answered him, matching his drawl with your own.

 “Oh? And where are the others?” your heart thumped in your ears, you’d never, ever crossed that line before. But he’s so fit, so charismatic, your mouth responding before your mind caught up.

 He was fast, astonishing for how much muscle he had to move, but he pushed himself up, onto his heels, kneeling. His quads stretched, flexed, the four individual muscles formed hills and valleys up his legs. Your eyes trailed up from his knees, slowly, frightened to see too much at once. Then you saw the second tattoo, right next to his--

 “Oh my,” you cleared your throat, averted your gaze, well, tried to. You felt your face catch fire, but the stiff cock stood up against the taut muscle of his abs. Everything about him was rock solid.

 “Like what you see?” he teased, an overwhelmingly large hand wrapped around the base. You swore he was not this massive laying down on your table a few moments ago. You swallowed, scolded yourself mentally for not looking away, eyes devouring his third leg, and the dragon tattoo next to it. He moved the dick to the left, the skin of his groin pulling flat so the tattoo stands out: black, intricate, dangerous. It stretched across his upper thigh, right below the line of where his hero costume would rest. You opened your mouth to remark, shut it, then opened it again. Fuck.

 “It’s, uh, nice,” you complimented, finally ripping your stare from his bare hips and up to his face, “the tattoo, I mean.”

 His red eyes glinted mischievously, his grin lopsided, teeth sharp.

 “And the cock?”

 “Big.” The words flew from your mouth, your hands instantly covered your lips. You could be swallowed by the earth now and have no complaints. “Shit, sorry.”

There it was, that deep, boisterous laughter. It made your core clench, a fresh wave of heat pool between your thighs. You watched as his chest shook, abdominals flexing and cock bounce. He laughed with his entire body. Does he fuck with it too? You took a few deep breaths, steadied your nerves. There was always a first for everything, and Lord knows, you’re not going to let him book another appointment when his hour is up. You glanced at the clock, there’s still some time. Kirishima’s eyes were closed, his mouth open and head back.

“How about I help you take care of it?” you propositioned. It shut him up quick. His jaw snapped shut, body frozen as he peered at your serious expression, your relaxed stance. You had a perfectly manicured hand on the edge of the bed, leaning into it, glistening with massage oil.

 “If you think you can handle it,” he smirked.

 “Oh, I can handle anything, Red Riot.”

 He red eyes flickered, lit by an internal fire. You rounded the bed, trailing your hands on the edge. He moved to seated, legs hanging off the side. With the lightest of touches, your fingers tips ghosted over the thick thigh. They widened, and you slotted yourself between his knees. There was no time to waste; his hands cupped your cheeks, yours pressed onto his knees, and your mouths met in a hungry kiss.

 His tasted like spices, sandalwood, warm and inviting. His hands drifted lower, down your neck, to the front of your uniform where he began to undo the aestheticians’ coat buttons with deft fingers. You rubbed circles into the muscles of his quads, feeling them ripple beneath your touch as you stroked up, leaning into the kiss with your entire body. You felt the coat loosen. You took a step back, a whine leaving Kirishima’s mouth desperately. The coat is strewn onto the floor. You grabbed the hem of your simple dress and tug it over your head, standing before him in a matching set of underwear. Thankfully.

 “C’mere,” he growled, pulling you close again. His large hands wrapped around your middle, the sheer size of them making you feel petite, dainty, but oh, how you were not. You snaked your arms around his neck, pulled him down for another kiss. He tightened his grip, keeping you flush against his chest and straightening up. You followed, leveraging your weight around his neck, not that you needed to, and straddled his thighs. Fuck, how wide is he? 

 You moaned, lowly, under your breath, when you felt the hardness of his cock slide between your bodies, bump against your mound, tickle your belly. You were getting hot, sweaty, the oil on his body, your hands, slicking up the skin between the two of you. There was a pounding in your chest, your ears, your cunt, as you grind against him, splayed open around his hips. His thick fingers trailed from your waist down your ass, reaching under and pulling up. They massaged between your folds, feeling how your slick soaks through the thin cotton panties.

 “I need to get you ready,” he whispered against your lips, his kisses moving so that they littered your jaw, your neck. Still, you grind down on his hand, the tip barely providing enough relief. You eyed the clock over his shoulder.

 “No time, just fuck me.”

 He pulled back, remarkably restrained for someone who’s cock was practically ready to burst between your bodies.

 “Are you sure?”

 “Yes.”

 “Alright then, but don’t scream.” The cocky bastard winked at you, then had the audacity to rip the seam of your underwear, the side falling apart and down. His lips came back to swallow your cries. It was a fucking matching set. He shifted back so that he was more on the table. Your shins pressed into the firm mattress to lift your hips. One of his hands wrapped around the back of your neck, warm and moist and gravitational. It kept you grounded into his kiss, his tongue coaxing yours from it’s resting place to dance together. His other hand trailed up your thighs, dipped between the gap, and rubbed two fingers against your slick slit, opening it up for the tip of his cock to tease your lower lips.

 He pressed in, and you severely underestimated the stretch, collapsing onto his shoulder. His trap was between your teeth, muffling your moans. Oh God, fuckfuckfuck, but it’s delicious. You breathed through your nose, relaxed into that weighted palm, leaving the smallest of pecks where you almost broke the skin in your bite. Almost.

 “You’re doing good, baby,” Kirishima whispered into your ear, dropping you lower. Your thighs quivered from being spread so thinly around his waist. But his praise spurred you on.

 “Look at you, taking my cock so well, we’re halfway now, just relax.”

 Hold up.

 You pulled back from his shoulder and looked down. Bitch, he’s not going to fit. He must’ve seen the expression of horror on your face, because he smiled, lips smug, eyes like an inferno as he chided you.

“I thought you said you can handle anything.”

 You can. So, you ground yourself a little further down, feeling how his silken cock filled your so completely.

 “That’s it, keep going beautiful.”

 The tip of his cock tapped your cervix, and your eyes almost rolled into another dimension. You stayed like that for a minute, then two. Kirishima felt how your walls clenched around him, wanting to swallow all of him, more than you physically could. Your forehead rested against his shoulder, his arms around your waist, and he just couldn’t take it anymore. 

He began to bounce you. The pressure in your womb climbed up, coming out in short ragged breaths against his chest. You were like his little plaything, controlled by his hands alone. You whimpered, feeling fire and ice pour into you from his palms and his cock; opposite ends of a spectrum meeting in the middle to explode sinfully in your body. Your fingers clawed at his body, massaging his back, his waist, before it found that gap between your bodies and pressed against your clit.

You’ve been so good at hiding your moans. Until now. The whimpers left your throat desperately. You clenched around him, pulled him in deeper, tighter, and he spiralled into you --no, he twisted you. He’d found his footing on the floor, and spun you both around so that your back pressed into the table and he could now fuck you with more power, more leverage, with his entire body. Fingers clamped around your jaw, two pushed inside to shut you up, the other massaged a breast, your nipples, tugging and pulling until you were biting those sinful fingers.

He thrusted into you, hips snapping, breaking your inner walls down so your emotions broke free into the room. It filled with energy so raw, so powerful. You had no idea where your hands were. At some point, they were in your hair, then his forearms, gripping them so fiercely, even he thought he’d snap. Your practised fingers could leave bruises on most men. But not Kirishima. His cock hit that perfect spot inside you each and every fucking time. You sucked down his digits, somehow you were not done being filled, but you were close, so so close.

 “Red Riot,” you mumbled around his fingers, all thoughts had already cleared out of your head, but he seemed to understand. The hand that massaged your breast flicked tight, quick circles against your throbbing clit. His pounding was getting sloppy, mistimed, and you broke down in pieces. A part of your soul escaped, latched onto his as you both died a small death. Yours unseen, black and ascending to the heavens, while his left warm, wet traces across your stomach.

 His fat cock throbbed as it rested against your mound, spent, once more soft. His fingers slipped from your slack jaw, his head bowed forward as both your chests heaved from the exertion.

 “Wow,” you managed to say after several seconds, your high subsiding into a gentle hum. Then, what you just did hit you like a train, your torso shooting up, cum dribbling down onto the table and between your legs. You fucked a Pro-Hero at work. A smile split your face in two.

 And honestly? No regrets.

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DADDY DAY CARE EVENT! 1K followers event

Okay since I didn’t finish the daddy day care work in time for me hitting 1K followers. Instead I’m going to do a matchup scenario event.

So basically, go in my ask box and describe your personality your characteristics, the name/nick name you go by, pronouns who you kin your ambitions in life and just little extra information (extra points if you include ur favourite work by me😌) and then I’ll match you up with 4 different characters writhing scenarios for each.

The scenarios you’d get will be baby/kid based scenarios so basically dad!haikyu x reader. The scenarios will be either; you giving birth, wholesome family moments, when they find out that you’re pregnant ect. ( so basically just kid,dad scenarios )

Also I’ll be doing a preference of wether you want a pure angst one or a pure fluff one. You can’t get angst to fluff it’s just one or the other (and that’s for each character I write for you)

Okay so you’d have to form your ask like this:

Hey emp, I love you

My name is y/n, and I’m great and I like cheese and *insert extra information about yourself* and my favourite work by you is when they make you insecure part 1 and can I have 2 angst scenarios and 2 fluff scenarios thanks

There’s going to be 30 slots so:

0/30

(But extra space for moots and besties)

If this flops I’m deleting this account

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1K event CLOSES SUNDAY- make sure to send in your requests!

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bubbleteas 1k event!

YOU GUYS! WE HAVE OFFICIALLY HIT 1K WHICH MEANS WE GOTTA CELEBRATE!

First of all thank you to everyone that’s supported this blog, old and new. I wouldn’t be here without anyone of you.

Second of all, I LOVE YOU GUYS SM! Every single one of you have a special place in my heart along with this blog <3 To think I started this blog 12/20/20 and we’re already at 1k is literally making me cry you guys are awesome

With that being said, it’s time to get this party started!

Starting from rn I will taking all requests sfw and nsfw

Requests will come from some prompts that I’ll link down below!

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Attack on Titan

Eren Jaeger

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Levi Ackerman

Armin Arlert

Jean Kirschstein

Reiner Braun

Connie Springer

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Happy Requesting! ♡

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Not Enough (Bucky Barnes)

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Same Mistakes (Reiner Braun)

Steve Rogers NSFW Alphabet

13 Years (Porco Galliard)

Bratty Behavior (Erwin Smith)

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FAVORITE CHARACTER PER MEMBER: Rhaenyra Targaryen by Alexandra @buffysummers ↳ I do not wish to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone.

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Taehyun x Reader, simply play wrestling with tyun

and you know how much he likes to get on top of whoever he's against....

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taehyun x fem!reader

synopsis: play fighting with your boyfriend turns into more.

warnings: 🔞!!! choking (f!rec), no protection, slight fingering, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 1.5k

an: mae, my love forgive me for this not being proofread and repetitive ily let me give you anything you want in return for this being not the best. but the banner is so cute I love taehyun in navy blue omfg.

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It was a gradual change that came out of nowhere. One second, your boyfriend was casually invited to the gym with his friends and the next, he was corded with muscle, beating his friends at arm wrestling without much thought. But he always lets you win. 

You didn't even realize how strong he’d gotten, so easily fooled by his playful pretend. He will kiss your knuckles, giggle over your serious face, and only give you half the pressure he would his friends. Sometimes he even dragged it out, letting you think he was a second away from winning, the back of your hand so close to the table without touching it before letting his wrist go limp. He always smiles so big right after his fake pout and that's all you really care about, not the factthat he's let you win. 

It was the fact that he never tried to play fair when it came to you that warped your perception, so much so that when asked if he could show you some new moves he'd learned you agreed. Laying in bed, already dressed down, the two of you rolled against each other, your playful laughs echoing in the room. He was so gentle, locking your wrists in his hands as you tried to break free, twisting your hips to try and get out from under his legs, trapping you down. He even let you get far enough to push him onto the mattress, his hair a mess on the pillows as you pressed your hands on his shoulders to keep him down. He reached up to grab your hips, not to push you off but to slip his hands under your shirt to feel your warm skin on his palms.

“You look so pretty like this, on top of me,” he muttered, eyes following the shape on your face, down to the oversized shirt you had on. He lifted his hands higher, pushing the fabric off your body to leave you in only your panties for me. You sat back to let him do it, thinking the wrestling was over, you could feel that he was semi-hard against your ass, and when he pushed his hips up you tried to grind down before he took you by surprise. He had pushed his hips up only for leverage to flip the two of you over, your breath knocked out from the surprise of finding yourself pressed into the spot he was just at himself. “But I think you look even prettier under me,” 

He was right in the cradle of your hips, knees still raised on either side of him, you thought you could just twist again and knock him off balance, but it wasn't that simple. Taehyun sunk his knees into the bed, his hands grabbing yours as you tried to flip him over, he wasn't even straddling you and he was still keeping you down. He pressed his wights into his hips putting all the pressure on your crotch, pinning you in place. “Not fair,” you tried to pout thinking it would be the key to him loosening up his hold because it usually was. But taehyun wasn't taking it. 

“I win, I pinned you,” he leans down to kiss you, nose bumping yours as you turn your head, not letting go of the play fighting so easily. 

“I didn't tap out,” you say when he kisses your cheek. 

“Oh okay so now we have rules,” he quirked an eyebrow at you, “cause I'll get you to tap out if I need to I'm not letting you win this time,” 

“No, you can't, I'm not that weak,” but they are your famous last words because he doesn't hold back. He's slowly dragging his hips, pressing his bulge against your clit, already feeling your warmth through the fabric of his sweatpants. 

“Tap out,” he demands so softly at first, still willing to let you off easy if you give in early but you're stubborn, shaking your head no. You try to get out from under his hold now confronted with the fact that your boyfriend is so much stronger than you. Of course, you knew this and could feel the power he held back, especially during sex but now he's leaning into it, showing you even with one hand he can keep both your wrists pinned above your head. 

His free hand snakes down between the two of you, wedging itself right against your covered cunt, wet spot already soiling the fabric and showing him how much you want him. Your hips jerk at the contact, his fingers pushing your panties aside as he traces lines through your wetness, “tap out,” 

“No,” and you still sound so strong, even when he shoves two fingers into you, your thighs trembling when he starts to pump them in and out of you. 

You squirm, lips tightening to not let out the little moans threatening to give way. The heel of his palm rubs at your clit enough so that you grind right back onto his hand. But he's not playing nicely anymore, he takes his hand away, and you whine loudly, “Tap out,” so casually as if he hasn't just had his fingers inside you. 

“Taehyun-” 

“No, I only want to hear you speak if you're tapping out,” he uses his free hand not holding you to push down his pants, thick veiny cock slapping his stomach. “Otherwise I'll just take it as you saying you lose,” 

Your knees instinctively fall open wider for him, your feet digging into the mattress to line the two of you up. But when he pushes in, the tip of his cock is only just breaching your entrance you want to give in, let him win and fuck you without the game anymore, but your pride is too strong. He's built you up to thinking he will just always give in to you, now you're paying the price of not realizing who's always had the upper hand. 

Taehyun loves the way your eyes go hazy when he pushes fully into you, your warm pulsing walls pulling him as he presses his pelvis against yours. But he doesn't move, not even when you start to writhe on his cock, his tip pressed so deep you're seeing spots even with him so still. “Tap out and I'll move,” 

You shake your head, hips doing all the work for you as you push yourself onto his dick, wiggling to find some kind ofrhythm. He chuckles, “My little cock whore can't even stay still, I'll let you win if you can get yourself off like this,” 

Both of you know it's unlikely, not with your hands above your head, you can even last longer than five minutes when riding him without him taking over, this will be no different but you don't want to give in. You start to move, hips rising and falling while he laughs so sweetly. “Baby just give up, ill fuck you so good, you won't even have to think about it,” 

“N-no,” you stutter, finding it hard to form words when every movement makes his tip bump against your cervix, the painful pleasure pushing you on. 

Taehyun wraps his free hand around your neck, lightly squeezing as your eyes roll back, “I said no talking unless you're tapping out, are you tapping out?” he asks and you shake your head no, the vibrations of your moans are felt along his palm. 

You're doing little to actually try and get off, the feeling of being so full and not used is maddening, you want him to bully your cunt, take no remorse in how he treats you, and yet you're just a whining mess, clenching around him trying to hold out.  He wants you to give in, his jaw tightening with every flutter of your gummy walls around his cock, he bites back his need but you look so desperate to get off. And it doesn't help the way he has you pinned is so perfect to just let himself go, grab your hips, and use you like his little cocksleeve.

It's all too much for either of you. But you're not the one to concede because just like arm wrestling he's giving it to you without question. But he can't blame himself, not when you look so fuckable, begging and clenching on him like you can’t help yourself any longer. He lets go of your neck and wrists before grabbing your hips in a bruising hold, pulling you back and forth on his cock with an unrelenting force. 

Your back arches, his deep throaty moans sound like he's been released from the hold he's put on himself. Your hands twist in the sheets, taking every thrust, your tits bouncing from the force drawing Taehyun's attention. He's so close without even realizing it until the last second, tip hitting your gspot while he cums, twitching cock triggering your own orgasm. The both of you collapse into each other, his weight pressing you back down into the pillows as he buries his head into your neck. 

“I won,” you mutter, brushing his sweaty hair behind his ear, both of you still trying to catch your breath. 

“Shut up, round two in fifteen minutes, best out of three,” 

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“You’re so infuriating…”

He stretched his arms over his head before flashing you a grin. “What did I do now?”

“You should be nicer to Utahime…”

Scoffing, Gojo waved you off. “Not my fault she’s a crybaby and constantly needs saving.”

While you had been dating for a long time, you also considered Utahime a very close friend. You weren’t sure exactly why Gojo felt the need to bully her constantly, but the prospect was beginning to get on your nerves.

“I’m going to start being mean to you.”

He laughed, actually laughed, before laying back on your bed. “Oh stop whining and come cuddle with me.”

“Of course Toru needs attention.”

He scoffed again. “Come here!”

You threw a pillow at his face, managing to hit him when you realized he would switch off his ability to allow you to cuddle. But you didn’t think you would succeed that easily.

“Oh my god.”

“DID YOU JUST-!”

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