#*loud aah sigh*

[jesuistrestriste]

sage i NEED dilf!art pulling down his baby blue pajama pants and getting pegged ib: the end of your last art getting pegged ask

it’s the end of a long day.

art has been working on his laptop all afternoon and evening, the sun now below the horizon as the apartment gets bathed in warm, artificial light from lamps scattered around the living room. he’s still in his pajamas from this morning. a white tee shirt. soft blue joggers. he sighs as he closes his device and lolls his head back against the couch.

you arrive back at your guys’ place just as he’s beginning to relax into the cushions. kicking off your shoes and shutting the door behind you, your keys jingling in your hand as you walk up behind him. you kiss his cheeks, stroke his short blonde hair, and then whisper to him.

“hi, baby.”

he’s melting into you like softened butter. his pretty blues blinking open tiredly as he pulls himself up from the couch and walks over to you. his arms encircle your frame. “mmn.. made you dinner, it’s on the stove..” he murmurs into your neck.

you nod and run a hand down his spine, reveling in the way it arches under your touch. curving into a perfect arc as he shudders. a soft hum of approval leaves your lips, and then you slip out of his hold to walk down the hall and into the bedroom.

it was a happy accident, really. you’d only gone in there to get out of your work clothes. it wasn’t really your fault that the strap at the back of the closet caught your eye. it’d been a while since you’d bent art into all kinds of pretty positions and made him moan so loud that the neighbors had to leave a note on your door the next morning..

you come out of the bedroom and place your hands on your hips, smirking softly as you walk up to your husband. he’s standing in the kitchen and pouring the both of you a glass of sweet wine. he smiles when he feels you approach, but his face immediately drops when he turns and takes in the sight of you. black, lacy lingerie.. his favorite set.. and the rubbery purple strap bobbing in front of your pelvis. he swallows thickly, his breathing picking up—his chest beginning to rise and fall quickly. his stomach swoops. four of his fingers swipe over your torso, and then he’s biting his bottom lip.

“oh, god, please..”

it doesn’t take much more than that before you’re tugging him against you and flipping him around so that you can bend him over the marble countertop. he winces when his cheek presses into the cold surface, but then he squirms—whimpers—and reaches back to pull down his pajama bottoms. his black briefs come down right after. you suck two of your fingers into your mouth, covering them in spit, and then ease them inside him. it’s so easy to work him open nowadays, it’s like your touch is a muscle relaxant.

“aah—fuck—“ he moans, his brow pinching up as he claws at the counter.

you prod at the sensitive gland inside his walls until he’s squeezing your digits for more, his cock leaking and hanging heavily between his legs.

“ready?” you ask.

he nods, “fuck me, need it, just fuck me, baby..”

you pull your slick touch away from him and then guide the tip of the dildo into his hole. your free hand pushes down on the center of his back, fisting his tee. “good boy.. taking me so well..”

he keens as he feels you slide into him and bottom out, and then he’s groaning as he tries to rock back against your pelvis.

once you’re completely inside, you slide your touch to his hips and begin building a rhythm. in and out and in and out and in and out, but it’s still too agonizingly slow for art. it always is. he much prefers when you’re thrusting so hard that he can’t even speak. it’s better that way.

“want more?” you murmur, groping his ass with one hand as the other moves from his hip to his hair, tugging his head up from the counter, “want me to go faster?”

he chokes around a wet cry; his chin is already covered in drool, glistening like quartz.

you take that as a yes.

rearing back, you pull out four inches before slamming them back in—the motion punching a ragged gasp from his lungs. you lean over his back, pressing your chest to it, and lick over the back of his exposed neck. “thaaat’s it, take it, take it, take it, artie..”

your hips move a mile a minute now as you pummel into him, the slap of skin on skin echoing out and bouncing off of the walls. he’s a beautiful, disastrous combination of shaky limbs and tense muscles and broken moans that make him sound like he’s dying. every thrust elicits a sharp gasp or a sob from him. this is the way he likes it. when he can’t move or think or speak without your say-so. when you’ve got him so close to the edge that he gets dizzy.

“t—tou—mngh!—m’fuck, ah, ah, touch—‘m s’hard, it hurts—“

you fuck him rougher.

his eyes roll back.

“want me to touch your cock? is that what you want?”

a nod of his head.

“if i touch you down there, are you gonna make a mess of our flooring?”

another nod. he gulps down a yelp.

“fine then.. only because i know you worked so hard today.. and you missed me.. and you made dinner..” you smirk.

he nods at all of it. he has worked so hard. he needs this—he needs you.

you move the hand in his hair to his length, and a swell of heat thrums in your gut at the feel of him. he’s throbbing and wet and absolutely burning in your hold. he’s so, so close to losing it, you know that for sure now. as soon as he feels your fingers curl around his shaft, his hips jolt and his balls draw up. his jaw slacks open. and then his eyes flutter and squeeze shut. you know that look. you know it too well.

he’s about to—

“i’m—!” he wails, and then he’s convulsing below you, his abdomen contracting against the counter as his knees buckle.

he comes.

hard.

it splurts from his tip like a fountain. gushing between your fingers and sticking like melted ice cream. you fuck him through it all, letting the strap bruise his prostate as you milk him dry.

“ugh, you’re cumming so hard, don’t stop,” you groan out encouragingly, rubbing yourself against the harness, watching him shudder and pant and writhe with the waves of pleasure that lap at his nerves.

you pump him in your hand until he starts to hiccup and whimper. he’s drained of nearly all of his energy, but he musters up just enough to let out a soft sob.

“t’much,” he slurs.

he’d push your touch away if he could. any more and he’d probably pass out. stars are already spattered in his vision, his face prickling with heat.

you give him one last down-stroke and let the remains of his load dribble out. his cock kicks in your hold.

“ah, aah, ah.. done, please, fuck..”

you kiss his shoulder, stroking his hair. the strap stays buried in him, all seven rubbery inches being held in his warmth. it’s almost painfully good.

“i love it when you do that,” you whisper into the fabric of his shirt.

“ngh.. do what?” he wipes at his mouth, the excess saliva being cleared away. the blush on his face burns brighter when he realizes just how much you’ve wrecked him. it’s not surprising, but it always gets him a little embarrassed.

“when you let yourself get lost in it.”

he sniffles and tries to push himself up from the marble, but his biceps are trembling too hard and he just collapses back down. a small, pained noise leaves his lips. you shush him and stroke his jaw.

“just relax.. i’m still inside you.. i’ve got you..”

it’s hard for him to not be able to see your face after he orgasms. to not be able to hold you, and be held. but he knows he’s gotta listen and calm down if he wants to get what he needs. he has to let you take care of him. and god, you do it best.

“o-okay.. can you just hold my hand?”

it’s a simple request but it’s something that makes your chest ache. his hand raises from where it lays and opens up in anticipation. its a silent plea.

your fingers slide between his and interlock.

“i’m here.”

he lets out a breath he’s been holding in. slow, shaky, relieved.

“you’re here.”

[st4rg8te]

Foul Play ♡

Yandere-ish! Scummy Teammate X Athlete! Male Reader

TW: HEAVY NSFW, dubcon, humiliation, degradation, semi-public(?), dirty talk, slut shaming, mind-break, hidden s*x toy.

[A/N: CHARACTERS ARE ALL 18+ Not edited. I literally cannot believe what I just wrote, sorry everybody.]

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The shrill sound of your coach's whistle, accompanied by your teammates' frustrated groans immediately snapped you out of your feverish daze. 

You had messed up again.

“Haah…”

A heavy breath escaped your lips as you quickly rubbed the sweat away from your forehead with the back of your hand. The basketball fell from your grasp with a dull thud, and you braced yourself for the next scathing words to come your way.

"That's the third time today [Y/N]!" Your coach shouted as he quickly walked to where you were standing, his face contorted in displeasure, "What the hell's gotten into you?"

 You could only look down at the ground in shame at his words, feeling your face heat up further from the disapproving gazes of your teammates that were now directed toward you.

"Sorry coach, I... didn't mean to." You managed to squeeze the words out through gritted teeth, feeling your body beginning to tremble.

"Why is your face so red?" Your coach's eyebrows knit together, clearly puzzled.

"I…Ah~!”

Before you could answer him, a wave of pleasure suddenly hit your body, and you buckled under your knees with a yelp. 

Your shoulders were grabbed by a firm pair of hands, keeping you in place. It took every ounce of strength not to flinch as they made contact with your hot skin. A deep, familiar voice rang out behind you, sending a wave of goosebumps down your body.

 "Sorry coach, it’s my fault. [Y/N] didn't want me to tell you that he wasn't feeling well today. I should have stopped him sooner." 

His warm breath tickled your ears, and you swallowed hard before glancing back up, meeting the dark gaze of the taller male. The corners of his eyes crinkled as his lips pulled up into a smug smile. 

That bastard... He was doing this on purpose!

However, your coach seemed oblivious to the interaction between both of you, and nodded his head at your teammate with a sigh, "Of course he didn't… You, go sit out or head to the nurse’s office, I don't need you dragging the other players down." 

"I can go along with him, sir."

"Wait, I can go on my own—" You helplessly squirmed under his grasp.

"Can I entrust you with him for the rest of practice then?"

You opened your mouth to protest, but a glare from the older man immediately shut you up. You could only let yourself be dragged away by your teammate, dreading for what was to come.

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The moment you reached the vacant school corridor, the taller male immediately shoved you into the storage room, making you slam painfully against the wall. 

Before you could react, a hot, wet tongue slid into your mouth, forcing its way inside. You struggled weakly, clawing against the other male's chest as pleasure began to take over your senses.

He parted away after a brief moment to gasp for air, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to yours.

"Ha-aah.."

"Fuck. I've never been so turned on before." He groaned lowly, "You’re such a slut, moaning in front of everyone. Did you want to get caught that badly?"

You were beyond humiliated. Face burning in anger, your hands roughly shoved him off of you. He stumbled backward slightly, but an ever-so-annoying smirk stayed firmly fixed on his features. 

"Shut up! Just get that... that thing out of me!" 

The only response you received was a loud chuckle. You looked like you wanted to tear his head off, but how was he supposed to take you seriously? Your red-rimmed eyes stared back at him in indignation, reminiscent of a small, feral kitten trying to defend itself from being bullied.

Ah, how cute.

He wanted to fuck you even harder now. 

His hands reached out to firmly grasp your waist, spreading your legs, before roughly pulling your pants and boxers down. Aside from the jersey you wore, you were completely exposed to the taller male in front of you.

A whimper left your throat as his fingers spread your tight entrance open. You bit down on your lips, ashamed at the sight.

“Christ… you’re so wet.” He muttered.

Nestled deep within was a vibrator that lewdly spat out clear fluids, dampening your shaking thighs. The loud buzzing became louder in your ears as he began to pull the toy out, slowly, inch by inch, clearly taking his time.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

"You f-fucking bastard, stop playing with me!"

A whine escaped your lips. You instinctively bucked your hips, trying desperately to escape from his clutches. His gaze darkened at your actions.

"Don't you think you're being too mouthy right now?" His voice was low and husky. You felt yourself stiffen when rough hands tightly gripped your hips, forcing your wiggling ass to stay still.

"You’re the one with something to lose here, not me. I could just leave you in this room, dripping like a bitch in heat for some poor random janitor to find for all I care." 

"Ngh! You wouldn't—"

"But knowing how much this ass of yours loves cock, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?" 

In an instant, he slammed the toy back into the deepest part of your core. Your whole body violently writhed in a mix of pain and pleasure, as though a thousand volts of electricity had struck you.

"Aahhhhhh~!"

The male repeated his actions over and over again, each time, the vibrating toy would kiss your prostate, sending you over the edge. 

His grip was firm and unrelenting as he continued to pump away despite your weak pleas. Soon, you were close to your climax, your back arched up, and wet drool lewdly dripped down your chin. 

“I’m-mmf! I’m gonna..”

But before you could cum, he sadistically withdrew the vibrator from your hole, watching as it clenched around nothing, gaping and loose.

“Beg for it.”

He leaned forward, kissing your forehead sweetly as he watched hot tears continue to spill from your eyes. 

“Beg for me, little slut. Beg for my dick.” 

You were too drunk on pleasure to think coherently. So you did as he told you, letting go of whatever dignity you had left.

With shaky arms, you reached for him, wrapping them around his neck and mewled.

"Pleeeeaaase~" 

"Please what, whore? I don't know what you want." You cried out as your hard nipples were painfully pinched by his large hand.

"Hic-I... I want you to fuck me! Pleeaaase!" 

Thankfully, he decided to have mercy on you.

He pushed his thick cock inside your hole in one go, causing you to cry out. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Despite all the preparation you had gone through, the sudden intrusion was still too much to bear.

Your hole burned from the stretch. He continued to slam himself against your gummy walls, fucking you with a relentless pace. Each thrust forced a squeal out of your mouth, which only motivated him to pound you deeper. 

He was breeding you.

Wet squelching noises, mixed with your loud moans echoed throughout the dark room. It stunk with the scent of sex. A small puddle had gathered on the floor between the two of you, filthy and sticky. It didn't take long before the both of you found your release.

"Haah... Who knew that the star of the basketball team was secretly a filthy little slut? Instead of practicing with the rest of his team, he sneaks out to ride on cock all day long."

"Noo~ Ah! Th... That's not t-trueee~!" You protested in drunken slurs, clinging desperately onto his broad shoulders. 

With a final thrust, he released his seed deep inside you, causing you to spasm uncontrollably.

It felt so hot. As if you were filled to the brim with hot molten lava.

Cum leaked from the tip of your dick and spilled everywhere, coating your ruined sports jersey with a warm, gloppy mess. You lay there, unable to move an inch. 

He removed himself from you after a while, staring down at your body, flushed and covered with cum. It was truly a sight to behold.

Fucked stupid, tears dripping down your face swollen cheeks, skin littered with hickeys and bruises, hole gaping and leaking his cum. Nothing but cock on your mind.

Sigh, It was just too bad he didn’t have his phone with him at that moment. 

"Hey... the bell is about to ring soon," he said hoarsely, messily wiping away the sticky substance that clung to your skin with his palm, ignoring the way you trembled at the contact. "We need to clean up." 

Glancing around the room for a cloth or a towel, his eyes landed on the still-vibrating dildo that had been carelessly discarded on the floor. Insidious thoughts began to form in his head.

Perhaps next time, he should stick vibrators on your nipples and dick as well, or... maybe see how many you could fit in your ass like in that one porn video he watched. How well would you be able to endure it in front of others?

There were so many choices... He could feel his dick twitching again.

You two were going to have so much fun ♡.

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[A/N: I don't write smut that much so I'm still trying to practice. This one was really hard to sit through LMAO. Maybe one day I'll expand on this one but who knows. Haven't thought of a name for the ML yet. Anyways, poor Y/N!]

[onismdaydream]

⋅˚₊‧ PEACHES AND CREAM !

ASS OR TITS — everyone's got a preference and they make it known whenever they fuck you.

ft..!: t. fushiguro, y. itadori, i. takuma, n. zen'in, m. zen'in | s. gojo, s. ieiri, y. okkotsu, s. kong | r. sukuna, s. geto, k. nanami | m. fushiguro, h. higuruma | c. kamo

warnings..!: MDNI. fem/afab reader. aged up characters. penetrative sex. no protection. dry humping. rough sex. titjob. double penetration. thigh fucking. oral (m and f rec.) pet names. not proofread.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

it's an easy answer for him, what with the way his large hands always end up kneading and grabbing the fat of your ass. the soft flesh raw and red, the print of his palm practically branded on you.

“fuck, angel,” he grunts, voice gravelly and making you flutter around his length. “she’s gripping me like a vice.”

“tojiii,” you whine, drool dribbling from your mouth and soaking the sheet beneath you. it's hard to do anything other than follow his pace, your ass moving back to meet his thrusts, punching out more lewd sounds from your lips. his cock makes you dumb —something he likes to tease you about — but who could blame you when he fucks you so good?

“i know, baby. can't think straight, huh?” he squeezes your cheeks roughly, spreading them to watch the way your pussy sucks him in. his thumb brushes against your rim, pushing slightly but not yet breaching. “gonna fuck this tight hole next.”

YUJI ITADORI

he groans softly next to your ear, his broad chest against your back and strong arms holding you close. soft lips press sloppy and wet kisses along your neck, drawing out sighs from your beautiful mouth. yuji’s hips thrust forward, his thick bulge twitching even underneath the layers of clothes.

“you feel so good,” his voice is breathy, shaky almost, like he's fighting to stay in control. “fuck, ‘m not even inside you and ‘m gonna cum.”

your ass feels amazing against him, soft and firm as he grinds, his cock trapped between your bodies. his hands move along your skin, one of them slipping under the band of your shorts, his warm fingers rubbing along your slit. he gathers the slick leaking from you and massages your throbbing clit.

the moans you make are music to his ears.

“wan’ you to cum, baby. wanna cum with you.” yuji urges, the pressure of his touch on your bud increases when he feels you tense. you shudder against him and he spills his load in his underwear.

INO TAKUMA

“fuck,” he hisses, fingers gripping your hips so tightly it's bound to leave bruises. “just like that, baby. keep ridin’ me like that.”

you lean forward, placing your hands next to his legs for better leverage as you bounce up and down on his cock. unfortunately, you couldn't see ino’s expressions, but his words and responses were plenty to assure you that you're doing a perfectly fine job. he encourages you, each breath he takes followed by praise that makes your walls clamp around him.

“shit, gotta—”

you can feel him twitch inside you, the warning dying on his lips as he hurriedly pulls his length out. the wet schlick sounds of a half dozen strokes fill the room before he groans, his cum splattering against the top of your ass.“so pretty.” you hear him mumble, still catching his breath. he runs a thumb through the mess, rubbing the sticky cum into your skin. he likes the idea of you being covered in him.

NAOYA ZEN'IN

“this is how whores should be fucked,” the heel of his shoe digs uncomfortably into your skull, face squishing into the cool tile of the floor, his voice dripping with venom. “like a fuckin’ bitch.”

a sob rips from your throat, but naoya doesn't care. you misbehaved, made a fool of him in front of his clansmen, and this was your punishment. your pussy leaks slick despite your embarrassment and discomfort, forming a puddle underneath you as he thrusts into your tight ass.

“n-naoy—aah!” your lower lip trembles, tears falling freely as a loud smack rings throughout the room, your flesh burning at the sensation.

“i didn't give you permission to speak, bitch.” another spank, this one harder than the last, and you choke out a pathetic cry. he tugs on your wrists, one hand easily keeping a bruising grip behind your back. “i should gag you — wouldn't cause any more trouble for me then.”

MAKI ZEN'IN

fucking you into the mattress was something maki excelled at, one hand on your spine to force you into a perfect arch and make you melt into the bed. the fat of your ass ripples with each snap of her hips, her pace rough and brutal — the perfect way to expend the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

“maki,” your fingers curl around the sheets underneath you, grip tight and turning your knuckles white. “s-slow down, ‘s too much.”

tears stain your cheeks when you turn your head, trying to catch a glimpse of maki behind you, but her eyes are focused elsewhere. her lips are parted, her breathing shallow and short, scarred chest rising and falling quickly. you call out her name again, though it's more of a whine at this point.

dark eyes meet yours, a deep desire swallowing the usual brightness.

“sorry, got distracted.” her pace slows, a more calculated grinding taking its place, weapon calloused hands massaging your ass. that hunger drips into her voice, smooth and predatory. “let me make it up to you.”

SATORU GOJO

his snowy lashes flutter against his flushed cheeks, his mouth slightly open as he pants, a beautiful sight that you never tire of.

“shit,” satoru breathes out, his hips stuttering as he kneels over your chest. “perfect fuckin’ tits. god, it's like they were made f’r me.”

you smile up at him, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you push your breasts together, creating a tight channel for him to rut into. it was no secret that satoru loved your boobs, his hands constantly groping at them no matter where you were. and it was no secret that you loved to make satoru feel good.

his cock slides out, just the tip remaining in the space between your tits, and he spits down on his shaft, making it even more slippery. a shuddering gasp leaves his lips, the muscles in his stomach tightening as he continues his pace.

“yeahhh, that's it. hold it tight for me, angel. w’nna cum on your gorgeous tits.” 

SHOKO IEIRI

“look at you, baby.” the sickly sweet smell of nicotine hangs off shoko’s breath, her lips close to your ear as she stands behind you. “you wear all this just for me?”

you catch her gaze in the mirror, your cheeks warming as her eyes keep drifting down the reflection to take all of you in. her fingers itch to touch you, but she keeps them on your shoulders, prompting you with a hum when you don't answer.

you nod, then, guiding one of her hands to the lacy fabric covering your breasts. a smile quirks at shoko’s lips as she feels the warmth radiating off your skin. her palm engulfs your tit, squeezing it just hard enough to get a soft cry to fall from your mouth.

“you look so beautiful,” her voice is gentle and she pulls you flush against her body, both of her hands holding your chest now. you relax, your head falling back onto her shoulder as her lips press along your neck.

YUTA OKKOTSU

your fingers card through yuta’s silky hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp and eliciting a low groan from him. the vibrations spread through your body, his mouth never leaving your tits for more than a second. his tongue is hot against your skin, licking and messily kissing every inch he can reach.

his cock is throbbing — nearing the verge of painful — as it's trapped beneath him, his hips humping into the mattress in slow rolls. he can feel the precum soaking into his pants, making everything sticky and even more uncomfortable, but he's far too engrossed in the quiet moans and soft sighs leaving your lips to care.

“yuta,” you cry out when his teeth scrape against your sensitive nipple. your own hips buck up into his body and your fingers tighten their hold in his hair, pulling on his dark locks.

thick precum blurts from his cock, dirtying himself even more, and making his body tremble.

SHUI KONG

“that’s it, doll,” an easy smile pulls at the corner of his lips, eyes half lidded as he watches you grind on his lap. “keep moving just like this.”

shui’s hands rest on your body, one of them covering the fat of your tit, thumb brushing over your stiffening nipple. you roll your hips slowly, sensually, his thick tip dragging against that spongy spot inside you. his gaze flickers between your face and your chest, wanting to see the fucked out expression that he quickly became addicted to, but also craving the sight of your tits moving so beautifully. it should be criminal, really, just how flawless those tits of yours are.

“think you can bounce for me, baby? ride my cock and show me your perfect tits?”

fingers drifting down to grip your hips, shui groans softly when you start to move, the walls of your cunt squeezing him tight and your breasts following your motions.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

your nails claw at every part of him you can reach, leaving trails of red in their wake, marking his skin as you cry out. it's so much — too much — for you to handle, but sukuna grinds his hips forward regardless. you feel like you are being ripped apart, his thick cockheads breaching your dripping hole.

“s’kuna,” you hiccup, tears freely flowing down your cheeks as he sinks another inch in. it hurt. “‘s too much.”

“quiet, brat,” his large figure looms over you and you feel even smaller than before. “you asked for this, so take it.” 

a harsh smack to your clit makes your body jolt, slick dribbling from your pussy as it's stretched to its limits. your cunt feels impossibly tighter around sukuna, squeezing and fighting against the intrusions of his cocks, your walls twitching with every rough thrust.

sukuna isn't going to stop until he fills you to the brim, both with his cocks and his cum.

SUGURU GETO

suguru has the patience of a man that you've never witnessed, willing to draw out your own pleasure to ensure you see stars before he even thinks about himself. he takes pride in the way he can make you fall apart with just his mouth and he will spend hours in between your legs if you let him, tongue lapping at your dripping slit.

a broken moan of his name spills from your mouth as he pushes you over the edge for the second time, his large hands on your thighs to keep you from squirming away. your essence coats the bottom half of his face, his pretty lips shining with slick and cum.

“did so good for me, baby.” your legs are shaking still, but suguru finds his place again, teasing your sensitive skin with featherlight kisses. “gimme one more and then i’ll give you a break.”

you want to protest — want to push his head away before you pass out — but your hips still cant towards his mouth and you feel him smile against you.

KENTO NANAMI

his breath is hot against your skin, forehead pressing to yours as you both pant and moan into each other's mouth. you're folded in half, your legs being pushed by kento’s chest as he fucks you deep and hard. you swear you could feel him in your throat, his cockhead practically bruising your cervix — but you're not one to complain.

“kento,” you mewl, voice going high as he grinds his hips, his body weight resting on top of you to keep you still. every breath is punched out of your lungs and all you can suck in is him.

nanami couldn't pull out even if he wanted to, your pussy wrapping around his length so tightly. and you're so warm and wet, too, making the sound of your cunt getting fucked echo around the bedroom.

“you feel amazing, angel,” a whisper of praise that he kisses into your mouth, pulling a sweet whine from you. “so perfect for me.”

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

“oh, fuck,” he pants, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips stutter, trying to keep himself from orgasming too soon. your thighs are sticky with a mix of his precum and the overly generous amount of lube used, making his thrusts between your legs an easy glide. megumi’s fingers flex on top of your knees, your calves resting over his shoulders.

a shudder works through his body as your fingers brush against his leaking tip, eyebrows pinching together, climax threatening to wash over him.

“‘m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” it's meant to be a warning, but you take it as an invitation.

with a bitten back smile, you flex your thighs, tightening around him just as he starts to slowly grind his hips forward.

“yeah? gonna cum all over my thighs, megumi?” you tease and feel his grip on you increase to the point where there's no doubt you'll have bruises later. he groans in response, humping into you as he chases the feeling.

HIROMI HIGURUMA

hiromi’s nose brushes across your wet lips, settling into the space where your thigh meets your mound. his teeth graze against the sensitive skin and you close your legs on instinct, momentarily trapping your lover’s head. he doesn't mind, though — far from it. he’d happily suffocate in between your plush thighs.

his fingers grab onto your flesh, forcing your legs open once again. your chest heaves, clit throbbing and swollen as hiromi neglects where you need him most.

a quiet whine leaves your lips, brows pinching together as you struggle to stay still, the urge to hump his face growing stronger and stronger.

“patience, darling,” his voice is smooth, lips placing sweet kisses along the expanse of your thighs. “let me worship you.”

he takes his time, thoroughly covering every inch of your skin with his love. gentle nips and harsh sucks and soothing licks, leading to blooming bruises and love bites. a reminder to himself that you are his as he is yours.

CHOSO KAMO

his hand covers his mouth, muffling the sounds that threaten to fill the room and get the two of you caught. choso promised he would be quiet, begged you so sweetly to help him with his erection, and he doesn't plan on going back on his word. but it proves to be nearly impossible with the way your tongue slides along his length, your cheeks hollowing to provide the suction that makes his knees weak.

tears prick at your lash line as you take him as far as you can, his thick tip nudging against the back of your throat. a mixture of drool and precum spills from your spread lips, mouth aching from the stretch of his cock.

choso whines softly, biting his lower lip to stifle the noise as he moves his hands to brace himself on the wall behind you. you could feel his cock twitch, taste the salty precum that slides down your throat, see his abdomen flex — he's close.

and you love watching him fall apart above you.

[holyblonded]

up in the mountains | something blue

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader, barcelona femeni x teen!reader

summary: as team captain, alexia plans a bonding trip… to the mountains

warnings: fire

notes: this was requested and unfortunately i lost the request but i am so happy it was omg 😭

“Nature disgusts me,” you announced with pure venom, glaring at the stretch of green grass like it had personally offended you.

Vicky, crouched beside you and holding her phone to the sky like it was a lifeline, muttered darkly, “Blame Alexia. No bars. I repeat, no bars.”

Just ahead, the team was unloading from the cluster of black vans parked along the gravel road, suitcases being dragged, doors slamming, voices rising in excitement. The older players, Alexia, Lucy, Marta, and Irene, were already oohing and aahing over the “fresh air” and the “majestic silence of the mountains”. Even Sydney was smiling like she was in a tourism ad, hands on her hips and soaking in the view like a very relaxed puppy.

Meanwhile, you and Vicky were two gremlins hunched over your phones, trying to find a single signal bar like it was a rare Pokémon.

Frido tried to snap a picture of the valley and accidentally caught you flipping off your phone. Then Alexia marched over, wearing sunglasses, a whistle around her neck, and holding a clipboard like she was organizing the Olympics.

“Phones. Now.” You and Vicky both recoiled.

“I just got to 1% of an Instagram—”

“Don’t make me take them out of your hands,” Alexia said in that terrifying mom voice.

You sighed dramatically, handed yours over like you were giving away your firstborn, and glared at her.

Alexia turned to the group. “You have ten minutes to put your bags away, change into hiking clothes, and meet back out here. We’re doing the trail to the lake before it gets dark.”

Groans filled the air. Yours was the loudest.

“Oh!” Alexia added with far too much joy. “Room assignments. Vicky, Sydney, and Azulita, you’re together.”

All three of you high-fived like you’d just won the Champions League. But the celebration was short-lived. You grabbed your rolling suitcase, dramatically dragging it like it weighed a hundred kilos up the rocky path to the cabins. That’s when you felt it.

Squish. You looked down.

“Is that…?”

“Ew,” Vicky confirmed, gagging.

“Why would any creature just… go right there?” you yelled to the heavens, foot frozen mid-step.

The rest of the team burst out laughing as you angrily scraped your shoe on a rock, declaring loud and clear, “I hate nature. I will never love nature. This is my villain origin story.”

Inside your cabin, the room had that weird old-wood smell that made you feel like you were going to inhale a splinter. You kicked off your desecrated shoes, set them outside on the balcony, and collapsed onto the nearest bed.

“This room needs air,” Vicky coughed, yanking open the sliding door.

You squinted at her. “You know a bear could walk in.”

“I would welcome the bear,” she said, dramatically flopping backwards. “Let it put me out of my misery.”

Ten minutes later, you, Vicky, and Sydney headed back down, all in hiking gear (reluctantly, in your case). The rest of the team was gathered at the trailhead, already stretching like this was fun.

You found yourself walking next to Lucy on the hike, which was unfortunate because Lucy was being… Lucy.

“Those shoes aren’t even good for hiking,” she said, nodding at your backup sneakers.

“Says the woman dressed like she’s going to scale Everest,” you shot back.

“At least I look prepared. I bet you didn’t even pack sunscreen.”

“I did,” you sniffed. “I just didn’t pack the will to live.”

“You should really work on your attitude.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, let me knit a gratitude journal out of moss.”

The bickering continued until a blur of movement on the trail made you stop short.

“Was that—?”

“A frog,” Lucy said, squinting into the bushes.

“Gross. Nature is trying to assassinate me.”

“Relax. It’s probably more scared of you than— wait, where’s the path?”

You both looked around.

The trees all looked the same. The rocks all looked the same.

“YOU got us lost,” you snapped, spinning in a circle.

“Me? You’re the one who screamed and ran when the frog hopped.”

“That frog jumped with intent, Lucy. It had murder in its eyes.”

“Aren’t teenagers supposed to be resilient? Use your energy and figure it out.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Aren’t old people supposed to be wise? Use your wisdom, Lucy.”

She glared at you. “I’m not old.”

You glared back. “I’m not resilient.”

“STOP ARGUING,” someone shouted in the distance and then, through the trees, came the sound of footsteps, laughter, and Vicky yelling, “There they are! The Chaos Twins!”

Frido, laughing, pointed her camera phone at you both. “This content is going straight to the team group chat.”

Alexia looked like she aged five years in two minutes. “I leave you alone for ten minutes.”

“I’m blaming Lucy,” you said.

“She screamed at a frog!” Lucy shouted.

The team howled with laughter as you and Lucy marched… sulked back into the group like two feral children returning from war.

As the hike continued, you turned to Vicky and muttered, “This is why I don’t touch grass.”

And she patted your back solemnly. “Never again, my friend. Never again.”

You’re standing in the foyer of the Airbnb, soaking in sweat, covered in dirt, and deeply questioning why you ever agreed to this “team bonding” weekend. Your backpack is half unzipped, Vicky’s is leaking trail mix for some unknown reason, and Sydney’s holding up a leaf like it’s evidence in a crime scene.

Alexia stands in front of you like some camp counselor who’s clinging to the last threads of her sanity. She claps her hands once, sharp and authoritative. “Alright, listen up! Showers. Now. Then get dressed, we’re leaving for lunch in an hour and heading into the city. You’ve got thirty minutes, let’s move.”

You’re already planning your tactical shower-to-food route when Vicky sidles up next to you with a stupid grin on her face.

“So, Azulita… is San Francisco, like, basically LA with fog?”

You stop walking. “What?” you ask flatly, blinking at her.

“I mean, NorCal and SoCal, it’s all California, right? Like cousins?”

You stare. “No. NorCal and SoCal are not cousins. They’re enemies. Sworn enemies. Like Barça and Madrid.”

Vicky tilts her head. “So what you’re saying is, I should wear my Dodgers hat in SF?”

Sydney chokes on a laugh. You, however, are this close to throttling her.

You’re about to tell her to shut up, very politely, of course, when you open the door to your room and freeze.

There’s a goat. A whole live goat. Standing in the middle of the room, chewing on a pillowcase that definitely didn’t come from IKEA.

The three of you stare at it. It stares back. You close the door slowly.

You, Vicky, and Sydney exchange a silent look like you’ve just walked in on a horror movie in progress. Then, because you’re a masochist, you open the door again.

The goat is still there. It baaas at you. Loudly. No one moves. Not an inch.

And then, of course, Vicky sneezes. Because Vicky’s allergic to everything that breathes and/or grows in nature. Her dramatic head-whip sends you all crashing inside the room.

The goat goes absolutely feral. It leaps over the bed like it’s training for a Spartan race, knocks over someone’s suitcase (yours), and tries to eat one of Sydney’s socks. Everyone starts screaming. You scream the loudest. You’re from the city. You were not built for this. There’s a thunder of footsteps down the hall and Alexia, Lucy, and Irene burst into the room like some kind of elite goat removal squad.

“What the—” Irene starts.

Alexia just points at the goat, dead-eyed.

“Why is there a goat in your room?” Lucy manages, blinking.

“I DON’T KNOW!” you yell as you dodge a flying flip-flop.

Meanwhile, out in the hallway, Jana, Salma, Pina, and Ona are doubled over in laughter. Phones out. Recording everything. You already know your screaming face is going to be the next viral meme.

Eventually, after much cursing and impressive upper body strength from Irene, the goat is wrangled out. Everyone exhales. You lean against the wall, panting. Sydney lies face-down on the floor. Vicky sneezes again and mutters, “I think it peed on my hoodie.”

You think it might have. Then, because of course, the peaceful silence is shattered by a high-pitched scream from downstairs. Everyone sprints down the stairs like the cast of a bad sitcom. Smoke is curling into the air like someone summoned a demon with a burnt offering. Frido is under the smoke alarm, waving a towel so frantically it looks like she’s trying to take flight, while Ingrid spins in frantic circles shouting, “Where’s the extinguisher? WHERE’S THE EXTINGUISHER?!”

You grab it from behind the kitchen island, mutter “Jesus take the wheel,” and put out the tiny stove fire like a seasoned firefighter.

Alexia pinches the bridge of her nose. “What the hell happened?”

Frido looks sheepish. “I turned around for one second to ask Ingrid about sourdough and… boom.”

Alexia flips her clipboard over, glares at her detailed, laminated itinerary, and with a sigh so deep it feels spiritual, she says, “Okay. Change of plans. Everyone shower. Get ready. We’re going into the city now. I don’t care if you’re still wet from the lake, I need functioning adults in one location and no more livestock.”

There’s a collective groan, but you trudge back up the stairs, muttering under your breath.

You’ve come to believe that as much as you have nature, nature hates you.

You should’ve known it was gonna be chaos the second your foot hit Market Street. The team had barely walked three blocks into downtown San Francisco when someone yelled your name from across the street.

“YO, AZULITA! I SEE YOU!”

You turned, sunglasses sliding down your nose like you were in a movie, to find a random dude on a Bird scooter doing a full 180 mid-glide, nearly crashing into a trash can as he whipped out his phone to snap a photo of you like you were a rare Pokémon that had spawned in Union Square.

Frido blinked. “Did that guy just… recognize you?”

“Yep,” you said coolly, adjusting your hoodie like a celebrity trying not to be spotted… while very much enjoying being spotted. “I got clout here.”

You didn’t mean for it to sound cocky, but you’d played plenty of games in the Bay growing up. You had fans here. You were a LA kid, sure, but San Francisco knew who you were. Legends FC never lost a game up here. You used to eat NorCal teams for breakfast, and the tournament MVP plaques currently lived in Olga’s office right next to her garden tools and your old cleats from U14s.

Still, now that everyone had witnessed it, they decided, without discussion, without a single group vote, that you were now the official tour guide of the Bay Area, to which you groaned audibly.

As the group walked past the Embarcadero and down toward Mission, Vicky jogged up beside you, frowning at a mural.

“So… San Francisco is part of LA?”

You stopped dead in your tracks.

Everyone else kept walking for a full five seconds before realizing you weren’t moving. You turned to her slowly.

“Are you serious right now?”

She blinked. “I mean… they’re both in California, no?”

You sighed so hard your ancestors probably felt it. “We are in Northern California. I’m from Southern California. It’s a totally different culture. Different vibe. Different energy. This is Warriors territory. I’m Lakers. We have two football teams, they only have one, the losers. They put pickles in burritos up here. It’s lawless.”

Vicky turned to Sydney and whispered, “I think she’s making it up.”

“I heard that,” you snapped.

Sydney shrugged. “She does sound dramatic about it.”

Eventually, thankfully, you made it to your lunch destination. A small, tucked-away Dominican spot in the Mission District, decked out in Caribbean flags, painted in bright turquoise, and smelling like someone’s grandma had just smacked a pot of habichuelas on the stove.

The second you stepped through the door, the owner gasped.

“AZULITA? DIOS MÍO!”

“¡Tía Ana!” you beamed.

Tía Ana practically flew over the counter, wiping her hands on her apron, then hugging you so tight your teammates thought she was about to lift you clean off the ground. She started muttering in fast Spanish, “tan grande estás, mírate, por fin te crecieron las orejas,” and “tú sabes que eres bienvenida siempre, mi niña.”

(You are so big, look at you, you finally grew into your ears. You know that you are always welcome, my girl.)

You melted. You hadn’t seen her in years, but it felt like home instantly.

The rest of the team just stood there blinking like they’d been hit by a rogue piñata.

“Wait, what’s happening?” Lucy whispered to Sydney.

“I think she’s related to everyone here,” Sydney answered.

You switched straight into Spanish, your Dominican accent thick and fast, your words sharp and dancing with speed. The staff lit up and started talking back just as fast. Vicky tried to keep up. She failed within the first five seconds.

“She’s just saying words now,” Ona mumbled.

“I think she just ordered a car?” Salma added.

“Is this even Spanish?” Pina questioned.

You laughed with the staff, kissed cheeks, and then pointed at your group. “Yo ordeno por todas. No confío en ellas.” (I’ll order for all. I don't trust them.)

“Did she just say she doesn’t trust us?” Frido asked, clearly offended.

“Yeah,” Vicky said. “Probably because we thought San Francisco was in LA.”

You ordered everything. Mangu. Empanadas. Arroz con pollo. Tres leches. Tostones. Passion fruit juice. You were feeding a freaking army. Even picky Ona was licking her fingers and leaning back in her chair like she was ready for a nap.

Before you left, you snuck behind the counter, slid a thick wad of cash into the tip jar. Tía Ana caught you mid-slide.

“¡No necesitamos propina!” she hissed. (We don't need a tip!)

“Y yo no necesito reglas,” you grinned, dodging the flying handkerchief that came at you. (And I don't need rules.)

Back on the street, the whole team wandered through the city in a collective food coma. You found Frido with her hands tucked into her hoodie, staring at a sea lion plushie in a window display.

“You good?” you asked.

“I would die for plantains,” she whispered.

You kept moving. Taking selfies on cable cars. Debating if Alcatraz was haunted (Vicky said yes with too much confidence). Daring each other to eat sour candy so intense it made Salma cry a little.

And then, of course, because your life is a sitcom, you stumbled across a local park having a football tournament.

It was full-on community chaos. Kids in oversized jerseys. Teens with glitter on their cheeks. Loud parents yelling things like, “¡PONTE LAS PILAS!” and “RUN, KEVIN, RUN!”

There was even a hand-painted sign that read: Bay Area Community Cup.

You should’ve kept walking. Instead, Frido looked at the pitch and muttered, “Bet we could win that.”

Lucy squinted. “You’d sprain your hip.”

Frido scoffed. “At least I didn’t tear my ACL in ‘09.”

Gasps all around. War declared. And that’s how, ten minutes later, you had two teams:

Old School: Frido, Lucy, Ingrid, Irene, Patri, Gemma, Alexia (coach), Marta (holding a burrito in one hand and a cone in the other).

New School: You, Vicky, Sydney, Salma, Pina, Jana, Ona, Ellie. Caro (forced to be the coach) Aitana (volunteer to be the assistant coach)

Alexia flat-out refused to play. She stood on the sidelines with a clipboard she found in someone’s lawn chair. Marta wore sunglasses and yelled tactical advice between bites of her burrito.

Caro was basically forced into her position, but took it extremely seriously. Next to her, Aitana was drawing up battle plans.

The local organizers looked like they were going to faint.

“Is that… is that Barcelona?”

“IS THAT AZULITA?!”

Within twenty minutes the park was packed. TikTok lives. Kids screaming. Someone was selling elotes now. A local dad was narrating the match on a microphone like it was ESPN.

The final match came down to Old vs. New.

3–3.

So you went to penalties.

The tension was so high you could taste it in the air. Sydney was pacing. Vicky was stretching like she was about to do yoga, not take a pen.

You were last. It was down to you.

If you scored, New School won.

You stepped up, spun the ball in your hands. Frido shouted from behind the line: “You better not miss, LA!”

You turned slowly. Gave her the most disrespectful wink in history.

Deep breath. Run-up. Boom. Top corner.

The net snapped.

You ripped your shirt off like it was the World Cup Final, sprinting around the pitch screaming, “CALIFORNIAAAAAAAAA!”

People were cheering like you’d just won Olympic gold. Sydney chased you with a water bottle. Vicky dove on your back. You ducked her and started windmilling your arms like a helicopter.

Yes, there were medals. Cheap, plastic, probably from Party City, but you wore yours like it was pure gold. There was a trophy, too. It looked like it used to hold lemonade. You kissed it anyway.

Alexia took at least fifty pictures. “For Olga,” she said with a smirk.

You posed dramatically, medal in mouth, trophy over your head. “Tell her I’m the Bay’s MVP.”

“She’s gonna cry-laugh when she sees this,” Alexia said.

Later that night, back at the Airbnb, you sat on the couch like a god. Medal on your neck. Hoodie off. Hair wild. Eating a bag of Hot Cheetos like you’d earned every crumb.

“You know,” Vicky said, “Northern California is not that bad.”

You crunched loudly. “Still smells like fog and tech bros.”

But you smiled anyway. Because this was the most fun you’d had in a long, long time.

[vanesycho]

Summary: You are playing Whisper Game with Nct127, what could be bad? Until you forget Haechan's real name and this is pissed him off. And if he got you alone, he will do something so as not to make you forget his real name.

Warnings:Smut,fingering,getting caught(?)

wc:1,7k

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“Come on Y/n, this is going to be fun.”

You looked at Jungwoo’s pleading gaze, all of you gathered at home sipping your drinks when Jungwoo said he was bored and wanted to play a game. Everyone admitted they were bored and said they wanted to play, except you of course.

“But I’m really bad at this game, I’m not good at lip reading.”

“Don’t spoil it Y/n, no one is good at this game, the point is to have fun.”

Everyone looked at you with curiosity as Doyoung spoke, waiting for your answer. Frankly, you didn’t want to just sit around while everyone else played the game, so…

“Okay then, let’s play.”

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A few minutes had passed, you didn't expect to have this much fun. You held your stomach that ached from laughing as you looked at Mark and Haechan.

"Your favorite member."

You looked at Haechan's lips that were pursed forward as he spelled. He caught your gaze for a brief moment and wet his lips before repeating the sentence.

"Your favorite member!! Oh really Mork you can't be that stupid."

"Did you say Mark stupid?!"

Mark stood up laughing, the other members stopped him laughing as they realized the time was up. Haechan took off his headphone and grumbled as he sat down.

"Oh I can't believe we're going to get the least points."

"Don't worry you won't get it while I'm here."

You sat on one of the chairs and put on your headphones. Jaehyun sat across from you.

“Are you ready?”

You shook your head, he smiled at you briefly and you started the game.

You knew the first few words easily, to your own surprise, even if it was because of Jaehyun’s explanation. When you got to the third word, Jaehyun laughed and you looked at him carefully when he kept his seriousness and moved his lips.

“Haechan’s real name.”

You frowned, were you reading it right or did Haechan say it?

“Haechan what?”

“Haechan’s real name. Name.”

You paused for a moment and looked at Haechan, he laughed at that. He said something but you couldn't hear it because of the music.

"Haechan's name? Haechan...?"

You could see some of the members around you laughing, you tried again trying to make sense of it.

"Aah Haechan's real name? It's-"

You paused and pressed your lips together when you realized you forgot, you didn't usually call him by his real name and you got confused because of the loud music.

"Wait a minute what's Haechan's name!"

Everyone was laughing and looking at Haechan, Haechan was looking at you with a fixed look. No, you didn't forget his real name just now?

You thought for a moment and when it came to you, you hid your face in your hands in embarrassment, then you raised your head and answered.

"Lee Donghyuck. Ah really..."

When the time was up, you took off your headphones and when you turned around, everyone had gotten off the couch and were lying on the floor, exhausted from laughing.

"Forgetting Haechan's real name was my favorite part Y/n."

You closed your eyes with a whimper as Johnny spoke, and when you took your place, your eyes searched for Haechan. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw him laughing and having fun with the members as if nothing had happened. You were grateful that at least he didn't get mad at you.

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"It's too late, stay here tonight. You can leave tomorrow after breakfast."

It was a common occurrence for you to stay in the same house as them, it wasn't strange, you were all close and they always make room for you.

"So...whose room will I steal tonight?"

"Mine."

When Haechan spoke, you turned to him, he was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

"Haechan, are you sure?"

He spoke without taking his eyes off you.

"Sure, I'll prepare the room for you."

There was something strange about him but you couldn't make sense of it, you decided not to think too much about it and walked towards his room.

You opened the door and saw Haechan packing some of his own important things, you sat on the edge of your bed and watched him.

“Hey, we’re not going to get on bad terms because of what happened today, right? It was just that the music was too loud and I felt like I completely stopped thinking.”

You heard a hysterical laugh come out, Haechan came across you and leaned over as he placed his hands on either side of you, you lifted your head and watched him. He looked at your lips for a moment, his eyes going up to yours and he whispered.

“What’s my name?”

“What?”

“My name.Y/n.”

“Haec-”

He pushed you by the shoulders and got on top of you, you looked at him nervously as he placed his knee between your legs. When he leaned down again, he moved towards your neck, you stopped breathing when you felt his hot breath, he whispered into your ear.

“What were you saying?”

You turned your head away as your ear tingled with his breath, Haechan grabbed your chin with one hand and made you look at him.

“It’s way past time to play games, are you trying to test my patience?”

You shook your head in a negative tone, he couldn’t be doing all of this just because you forgot his name. Right? Well, if it was Haechan, it was possible.

“Donghyuck.”

Haechan grinned as his real name came out of his mouth for perhaps the first time, leaning in and pressing a kiss behind your ear.

“See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

His fingertips began to caress your body through your clothes. You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath, you let out a deep breath, Haechan continued, enjoying your reaction.

“Dongyuck, please…”

He stopped his movements and looked at you, his gaze not scaring you but stirring something inside you. He couldn’t look this good when he was serious.

“Mark and Johnny’s room is right next to us.”

“So? Should that scare me?”

He started to press small kisses to your neck. He spoke as his warm breath hit your neck again.

“If you’re quiet, we won’t get in trouble, you can do this, right?”

You shook your head when he looked at you questioningly. He grinned and you held your breath so that you wouldn’t make a sound when he pressed his knee to your pussy.

“See? You can do it, baby.”

You watched him take off your shorts, shivering under his touch as his hands brushed your skin lightly. He leaned in closer and moved closer to your lips, surprising you as you were expecting him to kiss you, he pulled your panties aside and began to gently caress you with his fingertips.

“Hyuck-”

He grinned at your reaction and spoke against your lips.

"Ah...I didn't even touch you properly and fuck...you're soaking wet."

When he effortlessly inserted a finger inside you, you buried your head in Haechan's neck to keep from moaning, Haechan took a deep breath as he listened to your moanings. When he started to speed up the movements of his finger, you couldn't help but moan loudly.

"Ah-ah be quiet. We don't want them to know how I made you moan like that with just one finger."

He grabbed your chin with his free hand and made you look at him. He started kissing your lips, adding a second finger as he started to suck on your lower lip. You moaned into his mouth, your voice not coming out as loud because of his kiss.

After a while, you felt your stomach tighten, you spoke with a teary voice as the pleasure inside you increased.

"Hyuck- I..."

He knew that you were getting close before you even had to finish the sentence, and he was going to give you what you wanted. But the sound of knocking on the door made you turn your head in fear.

You looked at Haechan, his fingers still moving inside you.

"Y/n? Do you know where Haechan is?"

Your heart raced in fear when you heard Yuta's voice. Haechan leaned in and whispered in your ear.

"Answer."

You shook your head in negative.

"I can't..P-please stop for now."

When he added his third finger, you screamed with this unexpected movement, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. Haechan ignored this and laughed at your reaction, keep moving his fingers inside you.

"Y/n? Are you okay? Did something happen?"

You buried your head in Haechan's shoulder again, feeling his breath on your ear again.

"Either you answer now or I'll stop and never make you cum."

You lifted your head and tried to catch your breath, doing everything you could to make your voice sound right.

"I'm okay, it's just...Ah..I, I hit my foot on the corner of the table."

He chuckled at the excuse you found. You pressed your lips together as he sped up his fingers.

"Come on, come on my fingers. You can do it baby, right?"

Instead of answering, you continued to moan, the lack of sound from Yuta at the door frightened you, but the pleasure overcame that. You let yourself go under Haechan.And finally came his fingers, you closed your eyes and tried to collect yourself, you felt his lips on yours. When you opened your eyes you saw him licking his fingers that were full of your cum, the sight made you turn your head away in embarrassment.

"We were getting caught."

This time, he kissed your cheek and said with a smile.

"But we weren't caught, were we?"

"You were caught Haechan. I've been waiting for you for minutes, don't come to my room and stay there. After all, you guys can sleep in the same bed now."

When you heard footsteps, you realized Yuta was gone now. You buried your face in the pillow and made a tearful sound. You spoke angrily, but your voice came out muffled.

"I can't believe this, I'll never be able to look Yuta in the face again."

He placed his pillow next to you and leaned back, putting his arms behind his head. You looked at his comfort in surprise. He turned his head to you and looked down at your body, seeing that you still had no shorts on.

"So...Round two?"

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I really messed up on this one👍🏻 this was my first time writing smut (as it's obvious) I hope you guys liked it bcuz idk😭

[jaredpadonlyyyy]

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• 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙔, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏 𝙉𝙊 𝙋𝙇𝙊𝙏

• 𝟭𝟴+ 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙔𝙊𝙐

• 𝙐𝙉𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝙓 (𝘞𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴) 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙋 𝙄𝙉 𝙑, 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙄𝙀, 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝘿𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙆, 𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙔/𝙉, 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙁𝙇𝙐𝙁𝙁

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙄𝙎 𝙂𝙊𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝟳 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙉 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝘼 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙆𝙀𝙉 𝙇𝙀𝙂, 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙁𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙀𝘿𝙂𝘼𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝙀𝙑𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙉. 𝙀𝙉𝙅𝙊𝙔 𝘽𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙎!!!

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Y/N and the Winchester brothers had been at one of Rufus old cabins as they chilled back from the leviathan that had been hunting them. Dean had ended up with a broken leg. Y/N and Sam had ended up with bruises on their faces from fighting Edgar. It was crazy, Bobby’s house had been burnt down and they had thought they had lost Bobby in the fire, but they didn’t. Y/N slowly opened her eyes and she saw the TV was still on. She sat up from her boyfriend’s chest and didn’t see Sam nor Bobby. She got up and went to check and none of the hunters were around.

She sighed and walked back out to the living room and she saw that Dean was still asleep not having felt her get off his chest. Y/N and Dean haven’t had any alone time since Bobby’s house was burnt and they were being hunted. So, she smirked pulling off her shirt. She didn’t have a bra on because of the fact that they haven’t been out in a while. She leans down and her hand slides up his thigh and he started to shift at the feeling of something. He probably was Dreaming. Until he gasped wake as he felt a hand on his dick. He looked down and saw his smirking girl.

“What are you doing?” He sleepily chuckled at her. “I’m bored and I want to duck your dick.” She told him. The corner of his lip turned up as he looked at her unzipping his pants. He also saw that she didn’t have a shirt on either. She took out his Harding dick and she started to pump it. Dean lets out a soft moan, throwing his head back as he enjoyed her hand pumping his dick. “Fuck.” He Moaned as he felt her lips kiss the tip of his cock. Dean looked down at her as she looked up him as her mouth opened and took in his tip and swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock. Dean’s mouth was open in pure pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” Dean said letting out a loud groan as she took him all in. His hips buckled as his breathing started picking up as he looked at her as she bobbed her head up and down. Dean’s fingers reached through her hairs pushing her down more. She moaned sending vibrations throughout his body making him gasp as his cock twitched in her mouth.

Panting Dean pulled her away, her mouth making a popping noise as he brought her back up to him, his lips back on hers in a rough but passionate kiss. “Here sit on my lap and turn.” He told her, she got up taking off the rest of her clothes leaving her naked as she got on top of him her back on his clothed chest. He grabs both of her legs spreading them both open.

Y/N leans her head back closing her eyes as Dean’s hand caressed her body. His hands on her chest as he takes both of her nipples playing with them as her back arched, her pussy clenching over nothing as she felt the amazing sensation of him playing with her body in ways he knows she loved it. One of his hand reached down and slapped her swollen clit making her gasp loudly as the pad on his fingers got to work on drawing circles on her sensitive clit. “Oh, my god! Aah!” Her hips rolled as she went to grip at the couch her legs spreading more out as she moans

Dean’s fingers made it to her entrance and teased her tight pussy. “Dean, please.” She begged him as the tip of his finger slipped inside of her making her bite her lip, waiting for the moment his fingers slip inside of her. His thumb rubbing small slow circles on her clit as she moaned out. Deans dick twitching as he heard those beautiful moans come out of her that way. Then she lets out a loud moan and his middle finger slipped inside her tight pussy. “Oh god!” She moaned her back arching off the Winchesters body.

His hand going in and out of her his palm hitting her clit making her have more stimulation on it. “Fuck, oh Dean.” She moaned rolling her head to his neck as she moans into it, her hips rolling along with his fingers. Her legs shaking, her hands gripping on the couch as her toes point out as she gritted her teeth.

Dean slipped another finger, he enjoyed the way he was making her fall apart in his hands. The way she was moaning his name over and over again. The way her pussy clenched as her legs shook in undeniable pleasure. “Dean I’m about to cum! Oh I’m about to- fuck!” She gasped her mouth dropped open as her legs spreads more wide as they violently shook. Dean’s fingers kept going in and out of her as she forgot how to breathe, her back arching even more that Dean thought her back might break. “Aaah! God!!” She slumped as her walls still clenched on his fingers. Y/N looking up at the ceiling as she tried to catch her breath from holding it in from the intense orgasm she just had. Dean pulled out his fingers as she gasped because of how sensitive her clit had felt.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and hummed in pure delight at her taste. “Such a sweet pussy.” He said as his hand reached down slapping her sensitive pussy making her heavy lidded eyes shoot open from that. After she calmed down. She turned her naked body towards the hunter and gently kissed his lips. She puts both her leg on each side of his bare hips.

She could feel how hard the hunter was under her. She grinds her pussy on his long thick dick making the hunter groan as he felt how wet she was from her orgasm. His hands on her hips helping her grind her pussy on his hard dick. Y/N pulled away from the kiss and lifted herself slightly, she grabbed his thick cock and puts it on her entrance and slowly slides how as both hunters moan looking into each other’s eyes.

Y/N started to roll her hips slowly as Dean groaned at the feeling of how the tip of his dick was grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck, so tight for me?” He asked as she nods her head moaning out, his fingers going to her nipple toying with it making her throw her head back at the stimulation he was giving her nipple making her pussy flutter and his dick twitch at your sweet moans. “Fuck, Dean, you feel so good.” She said as Dean hugged her waist being her to his chest and started to thrust. “Aah! My god!” She gasped into his ear as Dean’s teeth gritted as he snapped his hips into hers at a fast pace making orgasm come nearer.

Her nails digs into his shoulders as she went up to kiss his lips in. Heated kiss. “Fuck! Faster!!” She yells at him. Dean hugged her tighter and slammed into her. His thick long cock hitting her in spots that made her into a mess. “Dean!! Aaah!” She moaned on his lips as she felt the coil in her stomach about to burst.

“I’m cumming! Oh my god! Fuck!” She gasped as she shook intensely gripping Deans dick making the man grunt as he kept on slamming into her to ride out her orgasm. His thrust becoming sloppy as his dick starts to twitch inside of her. “Fuuck!” Dean pulled her off as he came on his stomach shot after shot as he moaned loudly his eyes screwed shut as he cock throbbed. “Aargh!” He thrusted into the air letting out a satisfying sigh as he opened his eyes and looks at her. “I need this cast off.” He told her as she smiled

“Well, too bad Winchester, you have to wait.” She told him as her fingers traced his stomach up to his chest. “I can’t wait, I need to fuck you senseless.” He said making her pussy clench into nothing as he said that. The only thing holding him back was the cast.

Y/N smirked at him and grazed her fingers on his cock making it twitch. But before she could do anything at all. A horrified yell came from the door and there stood Sam with wide eyes making Y/N’s eyes widen in horror as she grabbed her shirt and covered her chest. “Sam, get out!” Dean told him.

Embarrassed Sam walked out letting Y/N get dressed and Dean groaned annoyed putting his hard cock inside his pants as he muttered cursed words at his little brother. She finished getting dressed and walked over to the door. “It’s okay to come in now.” He said as Sam walked inside not looking at her, but she could see how traumatized her looked from seeing his best friend and his brother both naked.

Everything out as she had a grip on his dick. Sam and Y/N were blushing so hard it actually made Dean laugh at how embarrassed they both looked.

And for the rest of the night, forgetting what had happened. The three hunters watched movies.

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I forgot I had this in my drafts lol. I have some requests that I need to get to! For those who made requests don’t worry I’m on it! But if y’all have more requests! Send them! I’ll get to them!

[frost-queen]

The search is afoot (Reader!Bridgerton x Sherlock Holmes)

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Your curiosity sparked when your sister entered the drawing room. Posture slightly bend, head turning from side to side. Clearly in search for anything. You slammed the novel shut you were boringly reading. Tossing it aside on the sofa between you and Anthony. Hopping up to meet your sister half-way.

“Looking for something?” – you asked. Eloise hummed soft. Bending down to catch a glimpse underneath the sofa’s. You moved aside when she came nearly pushing you over. Agitated she kept searching in silence. To Anthony’s annoyance. – “Just communicate.” – he spoke with a sigh.

Eloise’s posture straightened. Her hands settling with a shove at her side. – “I seemed to have lost my notebook.” – she admitted in a frustrated tone. – “The blue one with some pencil markings on it?” – you questioned curiously. Your sister humming loud.

You clasped your hands together in delight. Eyes twinkling in delight. You then cleared your throat, moving your hands to your back. – “Where did you last saw it?” – you asked, tapping a finger thoughtfully against your chin. – “Between what hours was it? Was anything out of the ordinary?” – you continued asking, circling around her. Eloise gaped confusingly back at you.

“No.” – Anthony called out, getting up as well. He came running over to you, grabbing you by your elbows. – “We are not doing this, Y/n.” – he let know. – “But…” – you responded when he started shoving you away from Eloise. – “This is a serious matter. It needs investigating.” – finishing to proclaim your intentions. Anthony sighed loud. – “You are not a detective Y/n!” – making clear. – “But…” – you repeated being shoved towards the door.

Anthony shoved you outside, holding the door frames with both his hands. You huffed annoyed at his behaviour. – “Get your head out of the clouds.” – were his final words before shutting the door in front of you. The sudden shut, startled you. Puffing annoyed, you crossed your arms. Turning away to mope. Colin crossing the hall, caught a glimpse of you. Making him pause in this stride. – “You alright, sister?” – he questioned, coming over.

With a distress sigh, you untangled your arms. – “Anthony is being mean to me again.” – you called out. – “How so?” – Colin furrowing his brows. Approaching as he rustled his fingers through your hair. You took a deep breath. – “Eloise has lost her notebook and I simply wanted to help look for it.” – you explained. Colin letting out a long ‘aah’ as he understood. – “You’ve been playing detective again haven’t you?” – he replied.

“I just wanted to help and he tossed me out!” – you dramatically called out for it being the worst. Colin only chuckled, patting his hand on your shoulder. – “I know I shouldn’t say this, but you should read less… specially those mystery novels. Look how filled your head is with it.” – he spoke, making you shove his hand annoyed away. – “You just don’t understand me.” – raising your voice to him.

With force, you let your shoulder bump into his to shove him out of the way. –“ Y/n, I!” – Colin called out. Sighing afterwards as it was no use. You stomped angrily up the stairs. Not caring if you were being too loud. Crossing the upper floors, you paused near Eloise’s room. Humming curiously before entering. Door still open as you look around. – “Where would one misplace a notebook.” – you mumbled to yourself.

Getting on your knees, you looked underneath her bed.  Going through her drawers and searching in every nook and cranny. Your searching brought some noise along, drawing the attention of your youngest brother Gregory. He walked past, furrowed his brows and simply walked backwards. Staring confused back at you.

“What are you doing?” – he questioned. – “Searching.” – you replied, ignoring him half to keep your attention on your search. – “Mother!” – Gregory then shouted loud into the hallway. – “Y/n is playing detective again!” – he finished making you widen your eyes. Dropping everything to rush over to him with a shushing tone. Covering up his mouth with your hand.

“Quiet, Gregs.” – you let out with a hard stare. Gregory wiggled his head free, trying to shout for mother again. – “Mo… mother!” – he repeated making you struggle to keep his mouth shut. – “Stop it!” – stomping your foot on the ground. Gregory kept shouting against your hand with muffled sounds.

Groaning loud, you decided to take a run for it. Picking up the hem of your skirt, rushing towards the stairs. Huffing and puffing loud at the dismay of your family. Dismay for recognizing your talents. To not let you go with your admirations and interests. Claiming it to be foolish and absurd. For no lady could become a detective or should concern themselves with mysteries.

Anthony blamed it on the novels you had been reading. Colin blaming in on the Holmes’s. Close friends to the family. For the Holmes’s had an interest in solving mysteries as well. You ran for the door, leaving the household. Needing to have an escape from your siblings taunting. You hated their mocking. For not taking you serious on that matter. Going straight for the streets. Running away a couple of streets away till you slowed down. Sure that none of your siblings would pursuit.

Catching your breath, you enjoyed a nice walk. Clearing your head and getting rid of the annoyance lingering inside of towards your brothers. You loved them dearly, but hated that they didn’t took your interest serious. Calling it un-lady-like. A waste of time. Idle hobby’s to skip lessons. All calling it such things to make you lose interest in it. Looking around, you narrowed your eyes slightly.

Trying to read people like so many detectives did in your novels. Trying to read their stories off their faces and gestures. Moving closer to a vender, you tried to understand snippets of his life. Taking a keen eye of his hands. Seeing how rough they were. Calluses on his knuckles. Then your gaze went further up, meeting up with a pair of angry eyes. The vender cleared this throat loud at you for staring. Changing your expression, you pulled up a humble smile. Apologizing.

Moving a bit away, you recognized some voices. Turning round you saw Enola and her brother Sherlock leave a shop. Knowing mystery always followed them, you couldn’t withhold your excitement. Wanting to be a part of it. Leaving the vender, you hurried over. Making sure you weren’t trampled by a passing carriage on the road. – “Splendid day is it not, Mister Holmes.” – you breathed out, catching your breath from hasting over.

Sherlock and Enola paused when you came jumping in front of them. – “No.” – Sherlock immediately responded already knowing your intentions. He tugged Enola at her arm to follow. You weren’t going to let him win so easily, going after him. – “I didn’t say anything.” – you told him, hot on his tail. Sherlock stopped abruptly, making you nearly bump against his back. He swiftly spun around.

“Your eyes made it clear, you had alternative intentions, also did your posture.” – he started pointing out with his finger. – “The tone in your voice gave you away that you are seeking. Not to mention the flush in your cheeks indicates you hurried over because you knew we might be solving a mystery.” – he answered.

“Are you?” – you responded ignoring most of his speech. – “No.” – Sherlock said clear, turning his back to you once more. – “I know you are lying to me, just let me join.” – you begged going after him. – “No miss Y/n.” – he repeated, staying true to his words. – “Please mister Holmes.” – you reached for his elbow, pulling it towards you.

Wanting him to stop walking. – “No, miss Y/n.” – he called out like speaking to a puppy to sit still. You pouted your lips in response. Enola pressed her lips together to withhold a snicker. – “Fine, you are just scared.” – you called out once he had begun walking away again. – “Scared that I’ll solve it before you.” – hoping to get under his skin would do the trick.

“A man’s observing eye is not that great. Not compared to a woman’s eye.” – you casually said to give him that extra nudge. Admiring your own hands out of boredom. To look indifferent. Enola glanced from between her brother to you. Sherlock puffed his chest, being riled up by you. – “Ha!” -  he let out with a hard sound. Intended for mockery.

“Intimidated?” – you questioned moving your hands behind your back. Leaning a bit closer to him. Sherlock puffed loud. Suddenly grabbing you firm by your arm. Pulling you along. Enola snickering quietly at the display. You chuckled amusingly, pleased that your scheme had succeeded.

Sherlock led you to a place, shoving you inside. – “One wrong thing and you are out.” – he warned you. – “You sound like my brothers.” – you replied moving past him with crossed arms. Sherlock shot his sister a scowl to stop smiling like a damn fool. You entered the room with a humming sound. Cheerful that you could involve yourself with mysteries.

You looked around the room, going straight to a painting that caught your eyes. Before you could fully reach it, you felt a gip on your elbow stop you. Sherlock shaking his head as he pulled you away from the painting. Making you huff annoyed, trying to free you from his grip. – “Why do you go for the most obvious thing. First observe then search.” – he spoke.

“Don’t go running in like a blind fool.” – he finished letting go of your arm back by the door. – “Who are you calling a fool?” – you called back. – “You.” – Sherlock tapped his finger on your nose to tease you that extra. It made you scrunch your nose and slap his hand away. You crossed your arms, looking at the room. Sherlock staring in silently, trying to take in every detail. Enola scribbling some notes down. Sherlock began moving from his position after a while.

He stepped a certain way, suddenly stopping. Looking down as he lifted his shoe up. Seeing something black and sticky underneath his shoe. It made you laugh loud. – “If you would’ve been observant, you might have seen that there had clearly been a struggle. The desk is slightly shoved back over the wooden flooring, hinting those scrape marks.” – you approached him with a smug expression.

“If you had observed that, you would’ve also seen that the commotion had tipped the ink bottle over.” – pointing in a certain direction as Sherlock followed your point with his gaze. – “For the ink bottle is over there, where is normally would be on the desk. Someone must have picked it up and moved it away. Perhaps trying to clean it up, but forgot a spot near the carpet… you are currently standing in.”

Sherlock kept staring at you. – “She’s good.” – his sister spoke with a pleasant smile. Sherlock hummed deep, fidgeting with something in his hand. Looking with a quizzable brow from you to his sister and back. Fighting hard the urge to compliment you for your observations.

“As I said, a woman’s eye.” – you repeated holding out a handkerchief to him. He curled up a smile at your silliness. – “Do continue then, miss Y/n.” – he gestured at you to go on. Bending a bit down to clean the underside of his shoe from ink. You hummed soft looking thoughtfully around. His sister was looking around as well. Taking notes near a knights suit.

Displayed for art from a long time ago. Enola narrowed her eyes on it. Her brother’s calling catching her off guard. Making her turn sharply around, but accidentally knocking an elbow against the armour. The armour started to wobble back and forth. Enola gasping loud as she jumped aside.

The armour came falling forwards towards you as you were the next close target. – “Miss Y/n!” – Sherlock shouted out, coming to the rescue. Rushing over to you, wrapping his arms around you. Turning you away, keeping you in his arms.

Staring up close to your face, panting quietly on your lips as the armour clattered to the ground behind him. Enola gasped again with her hands up to her mouth. – “I’m so sorry.” – she let out in shock. Her brother’s eyes still on you. – “Are you alright miss Y/n?” – he questioned. You nodded with a bashful flush in your cheeks. He slowly rose your posture up so you stood steady on your feet once more.

His hands still on you, till his sister made him aware of it. Making him clear his throat, immediately dropping his grip. Quickly turning away, scratching the back of his head in the process. You swallowed hard, turning away as well. Wanting to hide the fluster in your cheeks. With a nervous atmosphere, the two of you focused on the matter once more. Unaware of the Holmes gentleman catching glimpses of you.

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[jyoongim]

I love your stories, they are fantastic and feed my daydreams to a intensely gratifying degree.

I am curious if you would entertain the idea of writing an Alastor and fem reader as battle partners and occasional lovers. She’s a fox demon that has been around for centuries and is very powerful. She is indispensable to him in battle but she helps him take care of his baser urges especially during his rut.

I beg you!

Thank youuuuuu

note: i kept this rather suggestive hehe.

Alastor x Kitsune! Fem Reader

“So what’s with the fox? Didn’t take smiles to be much of a dog person” Angel said to Husker as the black fox trotted past him, walking towards said demon sitting on the sofa, rubbing against his legs before jumping up and curling up in his lap.

Husker shook his head, grumbling “Listen, that’s one thing you don’t want to know about. Trust me” he chugged at his bourbon.

Angel rolled his eyes at the cat demon, “Oh c’mon! Tell me! What do Mr. Fancytalk need with a pet? ” He whined. Husker ignored him, thinking sooner or later the spider will figure it out.

Charlie and Vaggie entered the lobby, overhearing the conversation. Angel turned his sight to Vaggie “Hey Vagina do you know the deal with the strawberry pimp’s pet?”

Vaggie sighed ”When Alastor manifested in this realm it was absolute chaos! some have speculated what unimaginable forces enabled him to rival our worlds most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing for sure, he holds an unpredictable source of danger, the kind we shouldn’t risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!” Angel deadpanned “that’s doesn’t really answer my questions toots”

Vaggie pointed towards the red demon, at the black fox “rumor has it the fox is the reason he’s so powerful”

Angel sucked his teeth “Ill believe when I see it”

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You napped on the bed of your shared room as Alastor sat out on the balcony enjoying the view of Pentagram City.

A loud BANG! Was heard and suddenly there was a massive hole knocked into the hotel.

A giant blimp was outside the hotel and a snake demon was declaring a fight against Alastor.

Alastor joined Charlie and the others at the entrance of the hotel, very much amused at the pathetic display.

”Who are you?” He asked

”I am the great Sir Pentigous! Your fiercest enemy!…We literally battled last week”

Alastor tilted his head, leaning on his cane “Well you would think I remembered you”

The snake demon hissed and went to charge up his weapons.

”Uuugghh Alastor? Aren’t you gonna do something about him? Aren’t you suppose to protect the hotel or something?” angel asked, hands on his hips. Alastor grinned ”Aah yes” he snapped his fingers.

Thick, inky black smoke billowed from the ground as a thunderous growl was heard.

”Holy fucking hell!”

A Giant beast emerged from the ground and immediately took the bump into its mouth and shook like a dog would a toy.

Several appendages swirled as the beast tore into the machine like it was paper.

The snake demon fell to the ground, trying to back away as the massive black beast snapped its sharp teeth at him,  making him cower.

”now now my dear you’ve done enough” Alastor said, causing everyone to look at him confused?

The black beast huffed before black smoke surrounded it.

Walking out of the smoke, holding the snake demon was a…

”THE FOX???!!” Angel exclaimed

You dragged the demon by his hood, baring your sharp teeth at him as he cowered behind Charlie.

You frowned at Alasto as you turned to him, ears flattening

You hands were at your hips as your tails swirled behind you “You woke me up for that?! Please at least let it be a challenge next time”

Alastor snickered as he pulled you into his side,  grin turning Cheshire as you nuzzled him anyway.

Everyone had a puzzled look on their face.

The cute black fox that often roamed the hotel was actually a demon?!

”told you would have found out sooner or later” Husker said.

”A-Alastor w-what?” Charlie stuttered, as Vaggie barged through pointing her spear at you and Alastor.

Your eyes narrowed as you stood in front of Alastor, growling at her, claws flexing in case she made a move. Your tails spiked.

”I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Alastor grinned, peaking through one of your tails

”This darling of mine is that ‘unpredictable source of choas’. Isn’t she a doll?”

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“Soooo you two are like a thing? How the fuck? What he own your soul or something?” Angel asked sipping his martini.

You smirked.

You had been with Alastor for a while now. You met the red deer when he first came to hell. He was running a muck in your territory, taking away the souls that you enjoyed tormenting. You, the ‘Kitsune Demon’, would not be intimidated by some newbie. So you fought Alastor. 

Who won? No one knows but many often saw the Radio Demon entering and existing your domain without consequence afterwards.

You and the Radio Demon had a very simple relationship. Your ancient power gave him legitimacy in status as well as your presence on his arm.

You were his best weapon in a battle and a great companion.

You might have looked scary, but only the lanky demon had seen you in your most vulnerable state.

You looked so pretty taking his cock and covered in cum.

”No he doesn’t own my soul and a thing? If you mean I warm his bed and keep him in check for the most part? Then yes” you said bluntly, making the spider gawk.

”you fuck that? That makes a lot of sense now” angel mumbled.

Speaking of fucking, you sniffed at the air. Alastor’s rut was approaching. You had to take care of that.

You left the confused spider as you disappeared in a smoky mist.

”Did you know those two get freaky?” angel turned to Husker, making the cat roll his eyes.

[starreo]

multi-character drabble.

includes the boss x employee trope, age gap; characters are a little over thirty and reader is in early twenties, i may be projecting!, masturbation in a public space, implied sex, and adult themes so, minors do not fucking interact.

it's late when you're sitting in front of your laptop, cold air hitting your inner thighs as you finally uncross your legs. a sigh escaping your lips as your hands massage the back of your neck, when you realise you're the only one there. you turn your head around to see that most of the lights are off, including your boss'. ugh, just thinking of your boss, you felt a spark between your legs, the cold air not helping the warm pool forming against your cotton panties.

he's so firm and curt. never giving anyone a second glance. never giving you, a second glance. and you can't remember the last time a man didn't look you up and down at least a few times before giving you the worst compliment ever. your fingers played with the hem of your new skirt, the same one you had purchased after the thought of your boss fucking you in it popped up in your silly head. so you cross your legs again, falling back in your seat, your skirt riding up high as your head fell slightly beyond your chair. fuck, not a good time to get horny. but hey, there's no one here now, so maybe it's okay to take a little risk...

and you're almost reaching your climax, two fingers pumping in and out of your wet slippery hole, shaking as you start to lose composure, while your hand tightly grips the top of your chair. you're panting softly, moaning a little but staying quiet as you curl your fingers and cup your softness, gasping for air when you feel the sticky cum collect between your hand and your skirt.

"f-fuck..." you sigh deeply, calming down and grabbing the tissues from your drawer. but just when you're cleaning between your fingers, your eyes catch a reflection from the black screen of your computer. and you feel the heat start to generate between your legs again.

katsuki. "didn't think i paid ya to fuck y'erself..." he inhaled deeply, pushing himself off the wall and walking towards you. before you could defend yourself, he spun your chair around, leaning down to stare into your eyes through his sharp red ones. his rough hands moved from clutching on the arms of your chair to your thighs, slowly sliding forward, "nice skirt. " he said in a hushed tone, almost as if he didn't want anyone to hear. "k-katsuki, i can ex-" you're cut off when his lips smash against yours. a kiss so hungry yet so gentle. he pulls back, "explain? explain how you were touching yourself?" he grinned, the same way he does when he knows he's won an argument against someone. so you gulp, and lower your head, looking at the sticky cum across your thighs, knowing you've already lost, before his index finger reaches below your chin and lifts your head up, looking into your eyes with a dreamy expression you've never seen before. yeah, you're not going home anytime soon.

toji. booming claps echoed throughout the silent office "great show you put on..." a loud voice spoke from behind you, sending shivers down your spine and straight into your cunt. "i'm so...sorry, i-" and almost as if this was some supernatural fiction, the temperature dropped as he took steps towards you, "sorry, ha?" he taunts, resting his hand on the chair, "y-yes..." he laughs at your response, looking down at you with that glare, that same glare he gave you on your first day when you showed up with your tightest white shirt, two buttons open and tits pushed up. he pats your head with his large hand, humming in the lowest octave as he unzips his trousers with the other. damn... you're really fucked now.

reo. "aah, y/n, i'm paying you to make things easier for me...not harder..." reo said, running a hand through his gelled hair, messing it up in the process. it was a very accurate scene to describe his situation around you. usually so prim and proper but when you show up, he's a mess. and you stand up immediately, gasping when you realise how lewd you look with your panties still around your knees, white cum slipping down your shaking legs, and before you can say a word, he's cussing under his breath, throwing his head back the same way he does in meetings when he's annoyed, and launching out of his chair towards you. "fuck the rules." he whispers before cupping your face in his hands and smashing his lips against yours.

© starreo 2024. do not copy, translate or repost .

[devochive]

Melatonin

Jax/Reader Fic. [Fem aligned reader.]

Heavy explicit content. | 1k words.

[Also found on my Ao3]

minors dni.

Jax sighs, his iconic smile briefly dropping as he stared at your tense figure, "C'mon toots, relax. You'll never get any sleep like this y'know." A gloved finger lifted your chin to face him, "Trust meee. You'll be finee." He cooed in a somewhat teasing voice, before dropping his hand and pushing your shoulders gently, allowing gravity to take over and your body to hit the plush bed beneath you. He crawled atop your smaller form, and sometimes you forget just how tall he is. You swear you see a devious glint in this eye for a moment.. You hesitated.

"I-It's not that, Jax we barely know each other and-" Words fumbled from your lips, until he shushed you, his finger touching your lips. "Ah- ah," He tuts. "Just.. see this as an exchange between two friends, yeah? A little.. help gettin' ya to sleep. That's all." He spoke while his opposing hand shoved the strap of his overalls down from his body, and they fell seamlessly. "Alright?" His words were so smooth and voice like honey, you nodded and briefly looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm your mind until- *Plop*, something heavy fell onto your stomach and you felt heat creeping up to your cheeks, a small squeak escaping your lips. You swallowed hard, "Ya gonna stare at the ceiling all night?"

His voice broke you out of your previous stupor , his hips moved grinding his already semi-hard shaft against your stomach. His smile returned, wide and mocking as he watched you glance down at his dick. "Impressed? Maybe the devs are a bunch of perverts who knows-" His hand grabbed your left breast and began kneading, his body hunching over yours. Mouth closing in on your ear, "Ah , well- let's put on a show for 'em."

your stomach was doing flips.

Before you could speak Jax flipped you over, "Oof! Jax, wa--" You protested, but only for a moment as one of his hands shoved your head into the pillow, the other looping beneath your waist and dragging you upwards, forcing your body to arch against him, "Thaaats more like it. All this talkin' is making me impatient, just let me do my thing and I promise you''ll be in dream land in no time." You could feel his eyes boring into your back, his eyes narrowing as he pushed aside the silly garb covering your wet snatch, "Heh. And here I was thinkin' you were being shy or something, good thing your bodys bein' more honestly with me dollface."

Hell. His words were only making this worse, embarrassment seeped into your core, "J-Just quit talking and do it alrea- Nngh!!" His thick shaft forced its way past your gummy walls until he was buried to the hilt, his hands gripping your hips as he sighed in relief, holding you in place as he bottomed out. "Hha... mmn, were you sayin something toots? Nnh, yeah.. keep clenching on me just like that," You whined and nuzzled the pillow, you could feel your insides spasming around him. You were sure this place made you feel far more sensitive than you felt did in the outside world. "J..Jax I feel.. nnh.."

"Uh, huh I know, I know-- you'll get use to it. In fact I think you'll love it," His hips began to move, he pulled out until just his tip was teasing at your entrance. Then he slammed back in with even more force than before, you cried out his name and his hand forced your head back into the pillow. "Aah. not too loud, you don't want your new friends to hear you gettin f&%cked into the mattress on your first night do ya?" He picked up a rhythm now, hips slapping agianst yours, every so often he'd grip the plush of your hips and pull you closer. "N-No.. I.." Your words were muffled, "Can't hear ya sweetness," His fingers lost themselves in your hair and yanked your head back, "Repeat that for me will ya?" He asked, hips still rocking you both, "I-I don't want them to hea- Aaah!!" He purposely thrusted sharply against your sweet-spot, causing you to see stars.

"Mmnh, right there huh?" He chuckled against your ear and released your hair, causing you to fall back against the pillow. "Guess, I'll focus there," He muttered and picked up the pace, focusing on the spot that caused you to moan so sweetly before. The tip of dick battering into your g-spot as you squirmed and whined beneath him. Biting the pillow to hide your embarrassing moans, "J-Just like that, keep takin' it.." He huffed and panted above you, a gloved hand swatting your ass for the heck of it. "Eep!" He noticed how you clenched down on him whenever he slapped your ass. He couldn't help but laugh, "Cl-Close.. Jax.. I'm..!" He smirked, "Already? Fine." He almost sounded just as annoyed as he sounded amused.. Except, he pulled out. "Wha.." You lifted your head from the pillows, in a daze. "Why'd you.."

"Relax, would ya?" He rolled his eyes and flipped back onto your back, grabbing your legs and folding you like pretzel as he slammed back into your needy core. Hitting your cunt even deeper this time, fucking your smaller shape into the mattress, he grunted into your ear and you moaned into his in tandem, "Please.. please..!" You didn't know what you were begging for , but Jax still answered your cries, a hand reaching down to rub quick circles onto your clit. "C'monn.. that's right, let go.." He almost growled into your ear as hips were moving like a blur now. You couldn't take it and cried out his name in pleasure, back arching against him and cunt spasming around his dick. His own hips stuttered due to the vice grip around him, "Ahh.." He sighed, releasing inside of you and allowing his weight to hold you down until he finished spilling into you. "Heh." He pulled out and took a step back from the bed to admire his work. Your body was sprawled out on the bed, chest heaving as your eyes remained half lidded. "Sleepy.." You muttered.

"'Course you are." He fixed himself up and pulled up his overalls. If you were able to look him over, you would have noticed he didn't seem to break a sweat. "Sweet dreams, toots." A familiar key swung around his finger as he strutted out the door, locking it behind him so no one would walk in and find you asleep half naked.

[sleepy-fiction]

Please Madame!

Weeping Clown x Fem!Reader

syn: Pegging Weeping Clown like it's his last day on earth.

tags: pegging, dom!reader, sub!weepy, pure fucking + a lil sprinkle of romance, no plot, barely beta read

a/n: I've always loved this man since release. And his voice was so nice to hear... i finished the story and was like aw thats so sad- OK time to write him getting pegged. one day I'll have to tell my partner about this account uhh... uhhhh erre uhhmmm

"F-fuu- Agh! Madam," Weepy cries his prosthetic fingers gripping the sheets, his face beat red beneath half wipped face paint, a color matching his blushed ass. He was bent down on his knees on the bed, ass perked, perfectly in line with your strap as you pegged him.

His moans were high and raspy, loud and thrilled. He shivered with delight, as his aching, reddened cockhead leaked dribbles of slick. His cheeks were a bruised red as you squeezed and smacked them, each time earning a deliciously sweet whimper.

"Mmh, is it good, sir," you giggled, patronizing.

He squeaked out, "Ah! Ah-ang... Amazing!"

You raised your hand, crashing your palm down against his bruised ass cheek again, watching him jerk out. He cried, his voice shaking the walls of the manor room; you reached and grabbed chunks of his hair. "Guh! Aaa-aa," he trilled, arching viciously into your touch.

In this angle, you fucked him deeper, your fake cockhead rubbing against his spot and digging deep into his gut. "Oo-mm... Fuck. M-Madam," he moaned out long and drawed out, his eyes escaping to the back of his head as he squirted his second orgasm into the sheets.

You dropped his head seconds later, and it fell limply forward, through top of his head grazing the bed as he peered down. You took the opportunity to grab your black paddle, meeting the cold leather to his bruised ass. Weeping jumped in surpise, his head flinging up, while his cock twitched in anticipation. "Madam! A-Are you go-going to whip me... Again," he hushed out, pulling chunks of the bedsheets white-knuckle tight.

"Ooh, changed your mind," you teased, drawing circles into his skin with the leather.

"N-No! I would n-never," he gasped, his own shame and humiliation long fled his body. Before you could respond, he stuttered, "More please, I'll be g-good... I won't jerk away!"

Desire crawled down your body, burrowing itself deep to your already soaked cunny. A shudder leaves your lips as you sigh, "Good boy." A crack splits the air as you leave your first mark on him with the paddle, and Weeping calls out intensely, his back arching into you. His body shivered all over as you thrusted a medium pace and rose the paddle once more, cracking it down against his ass.

"Mad-aam," he cries, his voice breaking up into useless sounds, "oncemore-oncemorepleasepleaeeplea--" you crack a stronger hit against him again, and he sparks like fireworks. He shoots forward, launching his face into the sheets, jerking his perky ass off your dildo, leaving it puckering for purchase in the wind.

You grit in annoyance, "Weeping," scolding him with your displeased hush.

Still in a daze, he didn't notice between his drawn-out orgasm, not until you cracked him alert. "Aah!" He squealed.

"You pulled off me again. You naughty clown, I'll really punish you now," you spat.

"Madaam... I'm soorry I'll be good. I'll b-be good," he moaned. You couldn't see it, but on his sweaty sticky face was a dirty smile, a smile as he wiggled his ass in the air.

"There is no next time," You plugged his hole up quick, taking the paddle in your left hand and cracking it against his left cheek. You trusted intensely, paddling him to the beat of your thrusts. His voice spiked out, his back arching off the bed as he shot his head up, his hands shaking against the pressure.

Off his lips came senseless mumbo, as his hair stuck to his scarred face, a face that smeared paint into the sheets before, and left him but nothing but faintest to cover said scars. You'd be lying if you said you didn't orgasm just then, just as his voice hit its limit and turned into a raspy, airy mess.

"A-Amazuh-- Madame," he cried with all his heart as he shot out milky sperm. Sperm that was liquid and slick, barely carrying any semen from all his prior ejaculations.

You slowed down, dropping the paddle and grinding your base against his ass, forcing it deep into his body. He perked, whole body spasming as he buried his head against the sheets. His pants were buttery, the sweat dripping down his body lustfully. This was a much needed cool down for him and for you.

"Madam," he whispered, peaking over his shoulder to gaze into your eyes.

"Yes, clown," you murmured, half listening while you squeezed his ass, panting softly.

"M-May, may we switch... Uh... Positions? I want to l-lay on my back... I don't think I-I can't hold myself up f... For longer," he takes a gulp in-between his words, his gorgeous red hair wet with sweat.

"Alright," you pulled out of him, causing his toes to curl, "You need water?"

He flipped onto his back, his cute wide eyes staring up at you so sweetly, so innocently, "No-mm... 'M okay for now. T-Thank you, mistress," he smiled. You almost felt bad for punishing him.

You grabbed a pillow from above, ordering him to raise his head and sliding it beneath him when he does. He smiles so kindly at you, his hands curled up against his heart. You sigh wistfully and place one last pillow to prop up his ass.

He suddenly squeaked.

You perked, "What?"

"M-My semen is cold against my back-! T-The... The whole spot beneath me is wet," he cried in his comfort, his eyebrows weaving in stress. You giggled, pinning him down and lining up with his hole.

You coo between lidded eyes, "Aw, I almost feel bad for you." He whimpers pitifully. You gaze into his eyes right as you plunge in, soaking up his every feature. That's also when you notice most of his face paint had been wiped off. It was a euphoric treat for you.

Watching as his mouth fell slack, the way his eyebrows knitted, his eyes disappearing behind the clouds. But also, noticing his scarred cheeks, the way the corners of his lip suffered worse scars. How his cleft revealed his flashy, pearly whites. You'd be lying if you said you didn't orgasm again then too.

You gulped, not noticing how you still had been. Long enough for Weeping to wrap his arms around your shoulders, "Mistress," he hums raspy. The sound is quiet, gentle, and almost loving. It snaps you right out of the slow-motion replay.

You gulp, now aware of how your beating heart "Yes, Clown?"

He reaches and nuzzles his forehead and nose against your face, "'M ready now. I-I promise I can tuh... Take more," he whispers. Just as he says so, he leans back into the pillows, his red hair sprawling, a perfect match to his beat red cheeks, wistfully eyes, and caring smile. God. He was fucking beautiful.

You thrusted slow and deep, watching his face twist up in excitement. You gripped his hips tightly, swallowing back the feelings bubbling up. You knew you should have never let him turn around. God.

He cracks another moan, easing his head back, closing his eyes- completely succumbing to your will.

Fuck.

"Weeping," you pant, feeling passion heat in your veins, "your face paint rubbed off."

He gasps suddenly, "N-No! My--" but before he could cover himself with his hands, you slammed downwards, catching his wrist with both hands and leaning forward, your face inches apart. He squeaks and squirms, but you keep yourself there, stating deep into his eyes.

He has nowhere else to look but your intensity, no way to flee from your teasing yet perfect thrusts. His eyes flee behind his eyelids, succumbing once more, his jaw hanging open in his vulnerability. He felt so powerless it felt-- A warm shot of cum splattered against your belly, as you quickly looked down to see his weeping cock, spitting up on itself.

"Ooh, you like this, huh? You like how powerless you are? You like the Madam looking at your pretty face, huh," you teased.

"Yes- yes ma'am," he leans his head away, revealing his gorgeous, lean, pale neck.

He was so lean, tall, so slanky.

You swallowed thickly.

You pulled off his wrists, but he kept his arms there, and you sunk into his neck, nipping and biting down on the milky flesh. His moans rose, spiking, the vibrations striking through his body. You too felt the familar feeling of your pussy clenching, pleasure from purely watching and experiencing this with him, was drawing you near an orgasm.

You panted and grabbed his hips, burying your teeth in his neck for purchase as you thrusted faster and faster. Riding out his high, ans reaching your own euphoria, as he released his last moan, "Oh y-yes! Madame!!"

You came at the same time, dropping your tired body onto his larger, skinnier one, slowly pulling out of him. "G-God," you moaned, feeling how disgustingly ruined your panties had turned.

"Amazing-uh... Mmgh... Madame," he murmured, gently caressing your head.

This was bad.

You were falling for a one night stand.

You only needed to break steam off in this damn manor, not...

You peered up at him, watching him stare down at you so tenderly, "Madam," he hushed it as if he worshiped the name.

Ah.

You were in big trouble now.

[monoafterhours]

Afab gn!reader riding Rook? And he loses his composure bc it feels so good? With praise please and thank you

YESSS I'VE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!

Warnings: mentions of crying, smut, Rook being Rook, the French language, this bitch (me) loves commas, is the reader portrayed as Yuu? I have no idea!, praise

*lovedrunk = overwhelming emotions of intense love have rendered the lover a less-than-rational being. The usual phrasing is “drunk on love” as if the love is substituted for alcohol.

Both of you had forgotten how long ago you'd started, you held onto Rook's shoulders from above and sucked in a breath through your teeth. The only sounds in the room being skin against skin and moans, (clearly his were louder.)

"Aah!~ si bon- mfh!~"

You leaned forward with a quiet whine and began to leave kisses on his neck, it was your goal to stimulate him as much as humanely possible. He deserved to feel good, didn't he?

You were tight around his cock and you knew this due to the many times he'd sung your praises during times like this.

He gazed up at you, a *lovedrunk look in his eyes. "I can't- s'il te plaît, trickster-" he stammered as you lowered your hand to his chest to offer more stimulation. "I know, I know..but you're so good for me. Aren't you my love?" You whispered, he groaned. "Do you want to be a good boy?" You continued.

He nodded quickly, tears of bliss beginning to form in his eyes. He felt so good, too good, eventually any words had completely dissipated, all you heard was crying, moaning and blabbering, but you knew he loved it from the way he tried to hold you down and how his breath caught in his throat when you lifted yourself too high.

His cock twitched, you shut your eyes and let out a sigh. "Inside me?" He instantly knew what you meant. Gasping and nodding like his life depended on it. His face was bright red, you adored seeing him look up at you like this. "There you go, let everything out." You smiled, before gasping as you felt his cum fill your insides, and then drip out of you. He was loud, and extremely vocal when he was able to form words.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his own. Sevens, you love him more than life itself.

SORRY IF THIS WAS BADDDD AHA-

[clawsdevour]

mornings w you

wc: 1.2k content warning: established relationship, smut, creampie, praise, one shot, not proofread, multi-fandom x reader, aged up

note: this is like my first finished short smut so i wanted to keep it very simple and basic and vanilla ig.. BUT I HOPE U ENJOY THIS SHORT ONE SHOT !!

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You’re in your shared bed, just woke up, laying under the covers. You look at the clock to see what time it currently is, to see that it’s 8:48 in the morning. Usually you wake up at 9 AM to start your day off. You thought to yourself, if it’s currently 8:48 AM that means that he should’ve already arrived at his workplace. You looked to your right and realized he’s snoozing soundly right next to you. You thought to yourself in shock because it wasn’t his day off and usually he’s working so you never wake up to the sight of him sleeping peacefully in bed.

You thought to yourself while staring at his perfect face, how did you bag this man and make him your husband? His chest slowly rose up and down as he breathed and the light hitting his torso in ways that makes him look like he was sculpted. Your thoughts circulated when he moved and put his arm on top of your legs. The warmth that he embraced with you, made you happy that he was a bit late for work.

“Don’t go.. I miss you” he whispered grumpily with his deep morning voice you haven’t heard in a while. Oh, you missed his sleepy husky voice so much. You smiled slyly and ran your hand through his hair until his face shifted upwards to look at you. His heavy eyes opened and stared into yours, letting out a smirk from his right corner. 

“It’s currently 8:57 babe, you’re so late for work you know that?” you told him quietly almost shushing him knowing how tired he is, still stroking his hair. Your growing sigh of concern was about to be let out when he replied.

“It’s just one day, when can I ever have my hair stroked by you in the morning again? I miss you and your touch. I crave your affection.. It’s been so long since we had our own time together,” He said whilst closing his tired heavy eyelids. This surprised you a bit because he was right. You wanted him so bad.. especially since how long it’s been since you’ve had him thrust into you.

He looks back up at you and plants a kiss on your lips. You can’t help yourself as you melt into his kisses. The kisses he peppers onto you drove you insane, your face start to flush a bright red hue. At this point, he’s dominating you, putting himself on top of you while your head is between his arms. His neck kisses led to him putting his right hand under your shirt, teasing your breast. You let out little moans and whimpers as you feel his dick start to grow as he grinds in between your legs exuding his heat.

“Aah.. please give me more..” you start to let out words that make up sentences throughout the pleasure being released through the teasing and grinding.

“Please? What do you want me to do?” he taunts you with a smirk that you can feel start to appear around the nipple his lips were attached on.

“I want you.. now. I can’t wait, I need you in me” you start to plead. You want his fingers touching your damp panties, especially more like, in them. You crave him so bad you couldn’t wait any longer and he knows it.

“Say less.. let me hear those pretty moans you make, loud and clear for me” he backs off and pulls down your panties you slept in, making you gasp out of shock. The sudden act immediately made you flinch as the cold morning breeze touches down on your wet cunt. The slick on his fingers makes you let out a small yelp when he puts his two fingers in. The pleasure you felt from his two long fingers was good, but not as quite as when he puts his thick cock in you. You can’t help yourself but let out those moans he so wanted to hear.

“Is this what you wanted babe? Or do you perhaps want more than this?” he starts to pick up the pace making you start to breathe heavily as he quickly goes in and out of your soaking wet pussy. You can’t help yourself as you start turning into a moaning mess, even without his dick.

“Cum on my fingers, I know you can do it. You’ve been waiting so long and patiently for me huh..” Those four words made you tense and arch your back further into the sheets. The sounds your sopping drenched cunt were so erotic you needed to hear what it’d sound like with his dick.

“I.. I’m cumming!! It feels so good. I want more baby please..” You mouthed breathless as your hearts beats crazily. He pulls his fingers out of you and licks the cum off his digits. 

“You taste so good baby, I can't get enough of you. You did so good for me. Are you ready for the grand prize hmm?” He takes his raging boner out of his grey sweats and the moment your eyes landed on his cock, your mouth started salivating. At this point you just wanted to take all of it in one go. Oh how you missed feeling full of his cock.

“Just put it in me. Right now,” you muttered and he complied. He shoved all of his length in one go making you groan as you adjust to his large size. It was so big and the fact he put it all in on one go made you start to tear up. He noticed this and gave you a forehead kiss making sure you weren’t seriously hurt as he started to slowly rock his hips into you.

“You okay baby?” he whispered into your ear, still a bit raspy and husky. You nodded and whimpered at him to start moving. His quick but sloppy thrusts sent you into an orbit, especially when he put his thumb on top of your clit. Rubbing it in slow circles, stimulating your pussy in ways you didn’t think could be stimulated. The inhumane sounds made by your skin slapping against his aroused you even more, creating more of your essence to seep out of your wet cunt.

“You feel so good around my cock, you keep squeezing me so tight I feel like it’s gonna snap in half inside you” he whimpered out while looking into your dazed eyes with a slight curve in his smile.

“I’m.. c-cumming! I’m gonna cum.. You feel so good inside me..” you were at your climax. You felt your abdomen start to bubble and build up that pent up tension, ready to be released.

“Cum for me. Show me how good you feel.. Hnngh..” he started to thrust deeper and faster. You both were at the home stretch chasing after your release. The slapping echoed, same as your loud groans mixing together, the erotic wet sounds coming from your pussy. That was until you felt your release, letting out the loudest moan your bedroom was able to echo off the walls. He shot his cum deep into your pussy and collapsed on your chest. The sounds of the bed sheets shifting, the loud heavy breathing from climaxing. You stroked through his hair one last time as his cum started to slowly seep out of your pussy, remnants that showed that you were his.

“Maybe I’ll call in sick today, you’d like that wouldn’t you” he murmured, about to doze off while looking at your gorgeous breathless face.

*.༄ TETSUROU KUROO, MIYA OSAMU, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, SATORU GOJO, ITADORI YUJI, FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, KAMO CHOSO, SUNA RINTARO, KEIJI AKAASHI, DILUC, HAWKS (ALL AGED UP/POST-TIME SKIP), and of course any of your favorite characters!!!

masterlist here

[junicult]

i absolutely love your writing and all of your work !!!! this question has been on my mind for like ever but which of the bachelors do you are the most likely to whimper in bed ??? id love to hear your thoughts on this !!

!! how the bachelors sound in bed

contains ; nsfw. smut. suuupper sexual content. fem!farmer. men whimpering <3. oral (m!receiving). just a little degradation. praise. dirty talk. overstimulation. i was high while writing alex’s & shane’s so that’s why theirs is extra horny😇. will proofread later.

note ; my favorite topic ever

from most likely to least likely

sam.

- i mean this WHOLEHEARTEDLY when i say he’s a fucking whimperer.

- a moaner. a whiner, if you will.

- he’s the whole package.

- which is why he’s the first on this list🤷‍♀️

- when he’s in the moment, he gets so into it. he’s hardly focused on anything else now, all he can concentrate on is how good you feel and how he can’t get enough.

- he is so fucking loud. you don’t even compare, no matter how loud u can be.

- each drag of his cock drenched in your warm cunt has him pinching his eyebrows a little tighter, mouth falling more ajar, and his hips shuddering.

- and nearly every time he pulls back out he lets out a breathy, stuttering, “n-nghh,” right into your ear where he’s buried his face in the crook of your neck.

- he always whimpers when the smallest thing feels like ecstasy. like your soft palm just gently wrapping around his dick, or barely sticking his tip into your entrance.

- and every time he finds himself between your thighs, and hearing your moans and gasps has him letting out the same.

- he’s just always making some sort of sound. whether he’s plain moaning, or talking.

- bc i’ve said this before, but he just spews the first thing he thinks of. he has no filter.

- “nngh—s’good, sososo ggood…aah ngg.” shuddering as he cums, head thrown back and body shaking.

- “fuck…you feel so good, so good ‘wanna be here forever, s’fucking’wet nngh…”

- and he’s also the type to express his gratefulness just from fucking u.

“aah, thank you…nghh’thank youu,” even though you’ve been dating for years and fuck him basically any time he wants.

- you’re so thankful you live on a farm, or else you’d get constant noise complaints.

sebastian.

- he’s just like sam, except less talking.

- just constant pants and whimpers that he tries to muffle, but to no avail.

- like, he’ll cover his hand over his mouth, face boiling and beet red, fucking whining while you suck him off.

- he tends to cover his mouth a lot, which only makes it so much better when it doesn’t help anything. he’s still sobbing as his length aches inside of you.

- i know he’s so sensitive, even the slightest touch has him shuddering.

- and for a man who isn’t super sexually driven, he becomes a SLUT during sex.

- his eyebrows pinch, and he always tries to hide his face somehow when he comes, but he can’t hide his whines.

- “ahh—hhn, s-sh-shitt…” he’s a fucking mess.

- when he’s in the moment, his mind doesn’t really trail to dirty talk. the most he’ll do is say your name and a couple curse words here and there.

- he’s not as loud when he whimpers—mainly bc he tries to cover it up somehow—but that doesn’t mean he can’t get loud.

- i promise you, he fs can.

- which is why you can never fuck at his house.

- he also squirms a lot. like if you’re sucking him off, he’s staying put for the most part, but his thighs and legs are shaking.

- and he grips the cushions so tight, head throwing back before he cums and his body loosens,

- but he’s still so sensitive, so he’s panting and moaning like crazy.

- they’re soft, but fuck he sounds so beautiful.

elliott.

- he’s not so much a whimperer as he is a moaner.

- but he’s still third for a reason. so listen.

- he would be a whimperer if he tried to quiet himself, but he does not😭😭

- he is proud to show you that ur making him feel good!! no shame at all!!!

- he kinda starts off with a few airy sighs, and pants. a couple super gentle moans.

- he’ll even do so when ur only making out. like rly passionately making out.

- when you’re on his lap, dry humping through both of your layers of pants.

- he’s not thinking anything other then, “she kisses me so well, i don’t want to stop,”

- which is why he can moan so easily.

- he wants to show you in every way that he doesn’t wanna be with anyone else—that you’re the reason he’s so loud.

- although it is subconscious. he’s not pretending or anything.

- he’s always touching at least some part of you. one minute they’ll be on your back, the next on your ass, and another in your hair.

- he definitely doesn’t sit still either. he’s a squirmer lol.

- he also just gets louder as time progresses.

- and by the time he’s already inside you, it’s like a reward. fr.

- “feels so good, you always feel s’so’good,” he slurrs, head hanging while his hands grip your hips.

- he talks a lottt during sex.

- it’s mostly just cus the minute he gets in the mood, he just shuts down.

- running on autopilot, letting the first words that pop in his mind spew out of his mouth.

- he doesn’t even have to cum before he’s whining and moaning.

- but he’s all about making sure you feel good.

- because it’s only a small portion of sex when he’s not shutting up. usually, he’s making sure you’re the one who’s being loud (all the while still being loud)

harvey.

- my man my man my man

- is a whimperer.

- he’s similar to sam, but a little less pathetic (affectionately 😇)

- he’s similar in the way that, when he’s pussydrunk he just won’t shut up. like he’s drooling.

- but unfortunately, this man gets in his head too much.

- he would be just like sam if he wasn’t so anxious all the time.

- it takes a lot of build up before he can really forget about what he’s doing.

- for the most part, i feel like he’s the loudest whenever you give him head.

- which honestly isn’t often. like, it’s definitely not every time you have sex, only sometimes.

- and the reason he’s the loudest is because he’s not doing much movement on his own. he doesn’t have anything to think about other then what you’re doing,

- like, during sex he can get trapped in his mind a bit while he wonders how you’re feeling.

- when you give him head, he’s the only one receiving physical pleasure, therefore he’s not doing anything that causes him to overthink.

- but i just know when you get on ur knees in front of him, & carefully pull on his belt, he easily shuts up.

- especially if you’ve been expressing how badly u wanted to do it. he always says, “you don’t have to” like you’re not the one literally on your knees pleading cus u want to that bad.

- he bites on his lip or covers his mouth at first, still overthinking about everything he does just for a moment.

- his eyebrows pinch, and he finally sinks into the cushions after a short bit.

- mostly just quiet pants that leave his lips, until you finally get into it.

- “a-ah, shit,” he breathes, relaxing and leaning his head back. he’ll always moan ur name whenever you do something particular good.

- nails digging into the cushions at first, before he brings them to your hair.

- “ah aah—ngh, hold on…” he sighs, shaking his head to counteract the word vomit cus he definitely doesn’t want you to stop.

- his throat bobs when he swallows, becoming more and more fidgety the closer he is to cumming.

- and when he finally does, he relaxes like he’s about to pass out, loud and shaky whines as he release into your mouth.

- his eyes water in overstimulation, yet he still whimpers when you pull away.

alex.

- i’m so excited to talk about how he sounds.

- now this may hurt, so take a deep breath,

- but i wanna say he used to be one of those guys that thought it was weird to make noise during sex, so he just…wouldn’t.

- it’s not that he couldn’t, just that he would purposely hide them.

- definitely thought for a bit that it made him less masculine (i’ll never understand that.)

- so when you were fucking, he wasn’t dead silent by any means. it was mostly just quick dirty talk and a couple groans.

- could be better but at least he didn’t make you feel unbelievably embarrassed u know?😭

- it isn’t necessarily easy to just tell him, “hey, you should make more noise while we’re having sex. it’s weird that you don’t,” right off the bat,

- so you kinda had to learn to tempt it out of him.

- which involved a lot of learning what especially turns him on, and gets him going.

- it’s the one thing he does sexually that you want to change. he always leaves you satisfied, trust.

- and surprisingly, it’s not hard to get him to make more noise. he can easily be higher up on this list if he allowed himself to.

- i’ve said this many times, but he has the longest stamina ever. thankfully, he loves overstimulating u.

- & he definitely loves being overstimulated 😊

- theres only one way to do it, tho;

- and that’s riding him.

- everytime he fucks you in a way that gives him full range of motion, or mobility (like he’s in control ig), he always knows his own pleasure to stop before he overstimulates himself.

- he never gave himself the chance, so really, he didn’t even know he loved it.

- it wasn’t until you asked to go on top for once (as another one of your plans) and he obliged, was when he figured it out. u both did.

- he still held onto your hips, using some strength to help lift you. & trust me, he loved the view, so that was already helping.

- your stamina doesn’t hold up as much as his, so believe me ur a trooper!!!!

- you nearly sigh of happiness when you watch his eyebrows furrow, jaw clenching before he mumbles a little, “shiit, just like that,”

- feeling his hands press onto your hips to get you to slow down while he finishes, only to realize ur not stopping.

- “o-ohh ffuc—“ he moans, squeezing his eyes shut at ur still unrelenting speed.

- it’s then when he starts to shudder, whining your name & profanities while he lifts your hips the best he can.

- so you—overstimulated yourself—drop on his torso, trying to catch ur breath & admiring the image before you.

- his arm flies over his forehead, just above his eyes as he pants.

- it’s satisfying to watch him take his time. usually it’s the other way around.

- i don’t think he’d have time to be embarrassed. you made him feel so good, starstruck even that he’s just pulling you down to makeout with you, repeating mutters of disbelief and praise over your lips.

- that might also be when he realized he never wanted to sleep with anyone else in his life. he’s never been able to cum like that (and he’ll let you know <33)

shane.

- the last on this list for a reason.

- he doesn’t whimper. he just doesn’t i fear 😞

- it just isn’t his first reaction when he receives something that feels particularly good. it’s nothing against you, that’s just who he is.

- but!

- this does not mean he’s silent by any means.

- cus he’s not. ugh, he probably won’t even shut up sometimes.

- he’s the kinda guy who talks to you while ur fucking. not like, “hey, how was your day?” while he’s inside of you—

- it’s more like, “s’that feel good? mm, i know baby.” and “someone’s extra needy today, hm? can hardly go without me for a few hours, can you?”

- he’s a big fan of lowkey degrading you while praising you at the same time.

- like, sorta making fun of you for being horny as if he isn’t all the damn time.

- or when you’re louder then usual, he can’t help but throw in a little, “c’mon baby, look at you, you’re such a mess.” or “s’it feel that good? you just love putting on a show, huh?”

- he likes being a little asshole when he knows he’s making you feel good.

- plus he’s an asshole in general. (said with love)

- when he cums he shudders a bit, and that’s when a quick, quiet moan will slip out. it’s like a shaky sigh, low like a groan but trust me—he’s moaning.

- it’s so hot. he’s so hot when he finishes lmfao.

- and if u ever try to tease him about it he’ll just counter it by mocking ur own💀

- “acting like you weren’t begging me to let you cum,” he snorts.

- so, for shane to whimper…hm. it may be a harder task, but surely not impossible.

- ur best bet is for it to happen while you’re giving him head.

- technically you have full control, and you know him like the back of your hand.

- when your end goal is to get him to whine or whimper, you’re always a little bit better at sucking him off—so he can sometimes tell.

- he always gets a bit of a shocked look on his face—eyebrows raise and jaw slightly ajar as he looks down at you.

- but in absolutely no way is he making you stop. he’ll just have to be stubborn & try his best to not give u what u want LMFAO

- which doesn’t end up working😇

- you end up making him feel so good that he entirely forgets his plan. every time.

- at first he’s panting and stifling quiet groans.

- then he’s sinking into the cushions, head back and hand lightly pressing against the back of your head; moaning.

- & finally, when he’s close to cumming he won’t even have the chance to let you know before he’s clenching his jaw, doing his absolute best to hold his grunts before he’s reached his peak and he’s releasing with a whiny sigh.

- it’s only when you don’t stop, overstimulating him quickly when his will crumbles, and he’s whimpering and shuddering.

- “a-aah, o-kaay ok-ay—” he moans as he gently pushes you away.

- it takes him an extra minute to catch his breath, but he already realizes what he’s done which is why he is not looking at u😭

- ur just smirking proudly, not even bothering to mention it because you know he’s already basking in the embarrassment.

- but as much as you try to use it as an excuse to tease him, he’ll always have plenty more to fire back at u💀💀

[fartistt]

prince charming (?) to the rescue

in which you get lost in a forest after being transported into a strange world

— leona kingscholar x gn!reader

this is sooo unedited i did this at like 3am - 💌

If the situation was any more ridiculous, you would have found it in yourself to laugh. In a world full of magic, there are only a few things that you could deem truly impossible; traversing through worlds was not one of them. A simple book was all it took to burden you with unfamiliarity—a new place, a new sky, and new clothes that paint you as an entirely different person. All your senses were working fine, your memory didn't feel hazy either so really, how could you laugh in this situation?

Being unfamiliar with the whole place was bad enough so it's even worse when you realized you strayed from the path and separated from the group. It was already night and the forest was dark and silent. The only thing you could hear was the occasional crow that was filling your head with unsavory thoughts.

Mindset was the key here. If you panic, then the scarier everything will seem. That's why you should take a deep breath and calm yourself. Be rational. Don't make obvious mistakes. And lastly, stay cautious. Being alone made things worse, you only had yourself to rely on.

Although it was easier said than done. The sound of rocks and branches crushing underneath your feet with every step you took put you on edge. It made you conscious of the fact that you were the only one there and amplified your anxieties. You clenched your fist and bit your lip slightly, trying to calm your beating heart.

“... I wonder if they're looking for me.” Saying those words out loud made you stop in your tracks to think. When you said that, there was actually just one singular person in your head—surely he must have noticed that you were gone, right? As for his reaction… that was something you didn't know. Leona was quite a headache to decipher after all, especially when your more-than-a-little admiration for him made it difficult to think logically around him.

Thump!

You heard something drop down. You held your breath and tried to hide behind a tree from something you couldn't see. What was that strange noise? Was it a fruit dropping? A branch? Is it a person? Or was it an animal? Seriously, you overestimated yourself by convincing yourself that you can get through this rationally. You can already feel the fear taking hold of your fingers and feel them shake at its icy touch.

You really wished that there was someone with you right now. That would at least be a little comforting but you weren't even sure if they ventured in the forest again just to find you. Hopefully it was the lion who does the saving, no matter how far-fetched the notion was but right now you were too preoccupied determining if it was safe for you to come out.

A few more seconds without another sound and you told yourself you could finally start moving again. You let out a sigh of relief and started walking once again.

Crunch!

Ah.

Those are definitely footsteps.

That was the sound of branches and twigs being crushed under feet.

You heard it once, twice, now thrice… It's getting louder.

There was no time to hide. You inhaled sharply and started running through the forest without looking back. You cursed yourself when your feet got stuck on a branch and you felt your whole body losing balance, you stretched your arms in front of you just a few moments before falling to stop yourself falling on your face. You winced at the stinging pain that came with it, the small splinters dug into your palm and the rocks and pebbles scratched your palm.

“Aah, this sucks…” You groaned as you tried to get back on your feet. You stared at your palms, it was bleeding from the scratches and you could tell that it was only a matter of time before the adrenaline would settle and pain would make you bite your lip.

And as if things weren't bad enough, you heard footsteps again. Your eyes widened and your body went stiff. You tried to run again but a sharp pain in your right ankle made you freeze in place. It was a horrible time to realize that you had a sprain—you could no longer run. When you realized that, you closed your eyes as the footsteps approached closer and closer until…

“There you are.”

Huh?

You slowly opened your eyes to take a peek. The next sight you saw was Leona crouching down next to you, his hand finding your calf and slowly making its way near your ankle. Carefully and slowly, he let out a sigh when he turned his sight towards you. Was he seriously annoyed right now?

“Grim told me you ran off when he tried approaching you. Seems like that rascal doesn't have the slightest clue as to why you did.”

“That was Grim?” You let out a sigh of relief. You were glad that it wasn't some unknown otherworldly monster that tried to hunt you down. But the adrenaline soon settled down and you could finally see the situation for what it is—you were injured and the one in front of you was Leona Kingscholar of all people. Call it destiny, fate, or whatever but this was definitely a wish heard by the heavens.

“You should've been more careful.” His tone shifted when he narrowed his eyes. “Look at the state of you.”

“Are you going to scold me or help me? I'm an injured person, you know.”

“Give me a bit more time to be mean to you. I just spent the last two hours looking for you nonstop.”

“Huh? Just you?”

“—And Grim.” He added almost too quickly. “Having everyone jump back into the forest and split up would be dangerous. And I refuse to let that lizard show off.”

“... Pfft.” He shot you a small glare after hearing your giggle. You couldn't help it. It's one of the few moments where you had an idea of what's going through his mind. “We could've avoided this situation entirely if you'd just let Malleus do his thing.”

He turned to look at you and you stared right back at him. A few moments of silence pass until—

“Do you want him to save you instead?” Leona pinched your cheek, visibly annoyed at your words. “You ought to be nicer to the guy you like. Whether you like it or not, I’m the one who came for you.”

“Aah, don't get angry! I didn't mean anything by it.” He didn't reply when he turned his back towards you. You had every part of your mind telling you that he wasn't going to leave; and you were right. He dropped his coat to the ground and crouched in front of you. Oh, so this was definitely—!

“Just shut up already. Let's go back to the others.”

[ranhaitanisgf]

hi!! can you write an oneshot of yuuji confessing his love to reader with the help of the first years and gojo? you are my fav writer!! ily bye<3

just confess already!!

synopsis: yuuji just can't get you out of his head!! maybe his friends and teacher can help?

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ first req for jjk !! it took a long time to write this bc i wasnt sure if i was characterizing everybody right, so lmk how i did !! thank you so much anon for requesting this idea; it was soso cute !! i hope you all enjoy ! xoxo

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ yuuji itadori x fem!reader

☆ wc ˎˊ˗ 2.1k+

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“idiot.” a harsh slap on the back of his head made yuuji yelp out in surprise and slight pain, clutching the back of his head. “if you keep staring like that she’s gonna notice, y’know.” he pouted a bit as nobara sat herself next to him, sipping a smoothie as the two of them watched you train with maki. 

“whatever…” he mumbled, setting his head on his hand. nobara watched him for a moment, the kicked puppy look on his face making her let out a breath, sighing. 

“i can’t enjoy your struggle with love if you look like that.” yuuji didn’t respond to her comment, making her roll her eyes. “hey, stop ignoring me and listen. you have the love expert sitting right next to you and you’re not even gonna ask me anything?” 

“you’ve never even had a boyfriend.” 

“hey!! i’m not gonna help you if you start being a little shit!” she yelled, huffing as she took another sip of her smoothie. 

as nobara looked at yuuji, she had to admit that it was strange to see him like this. it was odd to see yuuji so down in the dumps and not talking excitedly about something stupid, (not that she really cared. it was just an observation). 

“...you gonna confess to her?” 

“confess to who?!” 

“aah!” nobara screamed as she jumped, her cup almost slipping from her grasp. gojo peeked his head out between yuuji and nobara, his face twisting in feigned pain. 

“woah! don’t go screaming so loud, nobara! you’re gonna burst my eardrums!” the man whined, dramatically clutching his ears. 

“well maybe don’t go sneaking up on people like that!! i could’ve dropped my smoothie!!” she complained, clutching her smoothie much closer. despite the sudden appearance and scare from gojo, yuuji hadn’t even moved a muscle, his cheek still squished up against his hand as he watched you, your training partner now being panda. 

“sorry! but what’s got our vessel so down in the dumps? he get rejected?” 

“he’s gotten himself rejected in his mind before even confessing.” 

“ahhh, young love. so tragic!” gojo exclaimed dramatically. “so, who is it? hmmm…” gojo’s head turned to yuuji, matching his gaze until he saw you. “woah, (y/n)! what’re you gonna do?” 

“dunno…panda said she’s totally into some guy from kyoto…” nobara raised a brow at his words, scrunching her brows as she thought for a moment. 

“panda is a big fat liar. (y/n)-chan does have a crush on someone, but-” 

“you know who she has a crush on?!” yuuji suddenly asked, his voice raising two octaves and his jaw almost dropping. “who is it?!” 

“i’m not gonna break girl code for you, stupid! all i’ll say is that panda is completely wrong and that you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” she stated, making an ‘x’ symbol with her fingers. “you’ll be fine, so just confess already.” 

“i don’t even know how to do that! it looks so easy in those romance movies…” yuuji said, completely unaware of what she had just implied. 

“you watch romance movies? actually, why does that make complete sense- nevermind! stop being a coward! girls don’t like men who are cowards!” nobara confidently stated. “you’ve gotta be confident and tell your feelings unashamedly! be bold! be fearless!” 

the little pep talk had no effect on yuuji, the boy just sighing and standing up when he noticed that you were finished with training. before he could get up and walk away, gojo suddenly grabbed him from under his armpits, easily lifting him up and walking away with him, (yuuji’s flapping and flailing had absolutely no effect). 

nobara had stayed seated, staring at the scene for a couple moments and wondering if she should get herself involved, (teenage boys are so much trouble, after all). despite the fact that she could do much better things with her time, she ultimately decides to get up and follow them. see, she’s thinking for her future self! the future her wouldn’t be able to enjoy the small moments of peace and quiet if yuuji was constantly moping and feeling sorry for himself, so she has to intervene now for her own self preservation! 

“hey, let go of me!” 

“we have to fix this, stat! i wouldn’t be a good teacher if i didn’t help you out!” 

“i’m not asking for your stupid help! have you even had a girlfriend before, sensei?!” gojo gasped at yuuji’s words, shaking him a bit as he continued to carry him to wherever he was taking him, (nobara isn’t sure why she decided to help, actually. this was ruining her peace and quiet). 

“ouch! you don’t think your own mentor is hot with the ladies?!” gojo suddenly stopped walking when he noticed a familiar black-haired first year who stopped in the doorway to the school, staring at the scene in front of him. 

for a few seconds, megumi stared at gojo, hoping that silence would hopefully be enough to exclude him from whatever was going on right now. 

“megumiii~! come help us with yuuji~!” 

“no thanks.”

“me~gu~mi~!” 

“i’m busy.” 

--

you’re not sure what’s going on right now. 

you had been walking with maki and panda back from training, the three of you talking about getting a bite to eat somewhere good after taking showers and freshening up, (you felt pretty cool that you were able to hang out with the second-years, so you were pretty excited about it). 

when the three of you had heard a giant racket from behind you, none of you had expected to turn around and find gojo and the other first years restraining yuuji as they were sprinting your way at quite the alarming speed, (gojo was holding yuuji like a cat, his hands under his armpits while megumi and nobara were half-heartedly crouch-running while holding his legs). 

“aahhh!! let me go!! let go!!” yuuji was yelling, trying his best to wrangle himself out of gojo’s grip. 

“what in the world…” you said in shock, preparing to get out of the way since they didn’t seem to be slowing down, (would they willingly crash into all you? nah…right?). 

they all suddenly stopped right in front of you, unceremoniously dropping yuuji. he didn’t lose his balance though, standing up straight away and throwing his hands up in anger. 

“hey!! what’s the big idea here?!” he was yelling, his face twisted in confusion and frustration. “you can’t just pick me up and take me wherever you want!!”

“actually, i can! maki, panda!! let’s scram!!” gojo said, a big smile on his face as he started shooing them off. 

“hah? why should we-?” 

“c’mon c’monnnn! listen to your teacher for once!” gojo interrupted, taking hold of both of their shoulders and pulling them along with him. “ oh, and (y/n)! yuuji has something to say to you!” megumi and nobara followed behind him as they shook their heads, leaving you and yuuji staring at them in shock as they all walked away. 

“what the hell just happened…?” you asked, your question hanging in the air as you watched them all promptly exit the scene, (you could still hear maki arguing with gojo in the distance which you thought was a bit funny). 

yuuji didn’t answer your question, his jaw hanging wide open as he watched everyone walk away and leave him there. 

“uh, yuuji…? you alright? gojo-sensei said you have something to say?” you asked, a bit concerned. yuuji was finally looking at you, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to say something, (were his cheeks pink? are you imagining things?). it was odd to see him acting so timid, especially when he was usually so excited and friendly. maybe he was finally making a move? 

no, you shouldn’t get your hopes up. 

“i…uhh…” he managed to let out, his hands moving to his head to mess with his hair. you nodded patiently, waiting for him to say something. 

“yes?” 

“i��you…uhhhh…” he shook his head, his hands suddenly slapping his cheeks. “i like you!!” he exclaimed, his eyes screwed shut. “i really like you and panda said that you liked a guy from kyoto so i wasn’t going to say anything but nobara said i should go for it and i wasn’t going to but then gojo-sensei dragged me all the way here so i kinda feel like i have to say it now! i’m sorry!!!” you stared as he talked, not even taking a breath between his sentences as words poured out of his mouth. at the end of it he bowed deeply to you, his arms stiff at his sides. 

all you could do was stare at him for a few moments, his talking being too fast for your brain to process all at once. the silence was thick over the two of you as he anxiously waited for an answer from you, whose eyes were blown wide as you realized what was happening right now. 

the first thing you did was gently grab his shoulders, pulling him up from his bow and smiling at him, your hands moving to hold his, (you found it cute that his palms were sweating a bit). 

the second thing you did was giggle a bit at his flushed and embarrassed expression; you didn’t think you’d ever see him like this, but you were glad that you were. 

“yuuji! i thought you would never say anything! i like you too~!” now he was the one staring at you with wide eyes, his gaze flicking down to look at your joined hands, then back up to your smiling face. 

“me? you like me?!” he asked in shock. 

“of course, silly!” you answered, squeezing his hands a bit. “i’ve liked you since the first day i met you. i was waiting for you to realize!” yuuji continued gaping at you, his shock extremely evident on his face. “was it really not that obvious?” 

“i’m kinda stupid, so i didn’t know…” he mumbled, his eyes staring deeply into your own, almost as if he was searching for your feelings in them. a smile suddenly bloomed on his face, his shock melting away as he gave you the most genuine and happy grin you’ve ever seen in your life, (you’re being blinded!!). 

“will you let me be your boyfriend?” he asked, lacing your fingers together. “i can’t say that i’m the smartest and i can’t say that i’m the strongest, but i will do my best to make you happy!” 

there was a particular shine of complete and utter love in his brown eyes that beamed a light straight into your heart; a complete k.o!

“guh, yuuji…” you said, your head dropping down. “my heart…” 

“what?! are you okay, (y/n)??” 

“ahhh, you’re so cute…!” you exclaimed, popping your head back up to beam at him. “let’s go do something!! right now!” 

“r-right now!? where-?!” you cut his words off by starting to drag him with you, beginning to jog a bit. he confusedly jogged behind you, but despite his confusion his hand held yours in a firm grip, blindly following your lead as you led the both of you down the halls. 

“somewhere! wherever we find something cool!” you giggled, going outside the school and leading him in the direction of the city. “let’s get some good food! oh, and maybe we can watch a movie or something! didn’t you want to watch that worm movie?” 

“human earthworm 4? seriously?! you’ll see it with me??” yuuji asked, his expression dumbfounded and elated at the same time. 

“of course! i would do anything if it was with you!” 

“h-huh?! anything?!”

“yep! anything!” you smiled, looking back at him. his cheeks were completely flushed by this point, the pink shade being darker than his hair color. even more obvious than his flustered state though was how happy he was; his face was contorted in the most beautiful grin you think you’ve ever seen and you almost trip over your own feet because you’re so happy too. 

“...i-i would do anything too! if it was with you!” he exclaimed, unconsciously helping you jump over a big root in the pathway. “i think anything would be good if it had you!” 

“do you mean it?” 

“of course i do!! i feel like you always have this sort of aura that’s just like whoosh! and then i just feel better, even if my lunch got stolen out of the fridge!” 

“haha, i have an aura? don’t worry though, i’ll protect your lunches from now on!! you won’t need my aura because-!” 

“no, i do need your aura! always!” 

“hmm, well i guess we could arrange that, right?” you mused, giggling. yuuji’s eyes drifted to his view of your smile, your joyful expression making his heart go ten times faster than it already was. 

hey! not that he’s complaining…it’s really nice, so….his heart rate be damned!! 

yuuji doesn’t know if there’s a god out there or a higher power, but he hopes that he can be able to relive this moment with you forever, (would it be too much for him to ask to be with you forever? it would be, right?).