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arafilez · 8 months ago

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OMG TYYY...I LITERALLY HAD TO DO THIS FROM MY MAIN ACC.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▰ ▰ ✶ WØRLD EPISØDE FIN: WILL ⪨

ㅤㅤ➛ ㅤviii.ㅤ EVERYTHING 𒉽 choi jongho❛ 𓇿

🥂̸̤ㅤㅤfluff forced proximity pg13ㅤ ✸ㅤthe last person you wanted to complete the mission with is jongho, well too bad he is the only optionㅤㅤ───ㅤㅤ w: fighting . one-bed trope ㅤㅤ»ㅤㅤ wc: 3kㅤㅤ𠈔ㅤㅤ moodboard

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ you're an asshole but i love you ❜

“Everything that comes out of your mouth is stupid.”

“Choi Jongho”

“Shut up.”

You both stop abruptly at the third voice and turn towards the captain but not without giving each other one last glare. Hongjoong takes a deep breath and looks at you two shaking his head wondering what he had ever done in his past life to get such a chaotic group of spies. Because they surely can’t act like one.

“Okay now that I have your attention span of five seconds, you two are doing this mission together,” Hongjoong speaks and doesn’t bother to look up already knowing what is coming.

“I am not going with him.”

“Again?”

You both shout at the same time earning an eye-roll from Hongjoong who merely states, “Yes, and you don’t get a choice.” Your mouth hangs open at his words and you try to protest only for Hongjoong to silence you and say, “Because you two are our best undercovers.”

“Well, I am, of course, but her?” Jongho asks, mocking evident in his voice and you snicker at the immature man beside you. Being the two youngest in the team you two didn’t leave one day where you wouldn’t bite each other’s head off.

“Of course, because you are the one who brought home the information in our last mission,” you say, plastering a sickly sweet smile on your face.

“Talk with respect, I was born first,” he bites back and you roll your eyes at the lame comeback before saying, “Don’t you mean hatched?”

“Dismissed,” Hongjoong says interrupting you two and giving a stern look that makes both of you shut up and accept it and leave. Walking outside you close Hongjoong’s door behind you and feel Jongho tapping your shoulder.

“What?” you give him a look which quickly turns into confusion as you see him shushing you and pointing towards the lab door where you see Wooyoung’s sister clinging onto Yunho.

You shrug lightly whispering, “Well Wooyoung oppa is going to be fucking over the moon,” and Jongho giggles at your response knowing his hyung in fact will be.

You look towards Jongho who has a gummy smile etched on his face and for a moment you let your mind tell you he looks cute in that smile with his crinkled eyes that look like a crescent moon.

“Too bad you don’t have a brother, let alone his best friend,” Jongho remarks and the record screeches and comes to a halt. You smile at him before showing your middle finger to his face and he sticks out his tongue making you scoff.

“It’s almost two, do you want to plan tomorrow or now?” Jongho asks suddenly and you contemplate a bit balancing out your odds and he takes the cue to continue, “What are you thinking so much, you don’t have anyone to go back to your room, unlike San hyung.”

You attempt to kick him, swinging your leg in the hair and he giggles running towards his room and you follow muttering curses under your breath at the little spawn of the devil.

The relationship you and Jongho had was interesting. You two were the undercovers of Ateez and being a team you two complement each other well, bringing information as well as eliminating bodies left and right.

But, there’s always a but, you two couldn’t stand each other. You found him obnoxious and annoying and he found you too hasty. At least that was the basic reason. There were a thousand other reasons which justify why you would kill him on a good day. One of them, was his big mouth that was never shut, annoying you whenever he could.

“What is your plan? Where do we start?” your thoughts come to a halt as Jongho’s voice infiltrates your ear and you look at him in the eyes that hold a boring expression.

You shake your head lightly and sit down on his bed, which you will never admit is very comfortable, and say, “We can just simply keep a watch on them and act accordingly.”

“We will not be in any disguise genius, what if we get caught?” he throws his shoes off his legs to the corner of the room and sits down beside you and you narrow your eyes at him.

“We will improvise like we have always done till now,” you shrug lightly. Honestly, this mission wasn’t a lot. Even though it has crucial information standing on the line you and Jongho have been on much harder missions and have been alive.

Even though you might have tried to kill each other while at it.

“Fine just don’t do stupid shit when we almost get caught, like that time you suggested beer pong,” Jongho grits out, eyes flaming with anger as he remembers how you had almost slept with an official if he hadn’t saved you.

“That was all part of the plan,” you dismiss him airily and he rolls his eyes muttering “Sure” which made you feel embarrassed as hell because it sure wasn’t part of any plan. Heck, you already have two people in your team for that job.

He yawns stretching out his limbs and you look at him and watch his muscles flex under the t-shirt he is wearing accentuating his arm muscles and you watch him intently.

“Good muscles, no?” Jongho smirks looking at you ogling and your eyes widen at getting caught and you cough looking away and say, “Yeah whatever, those are just for show.”

You even fake a scoff to hide the warmth radiating from your cheeks and he raises an eyebrow.

“They can show you a lot of things baby,” he purrs, his body slightly leaning towards you and you stare back at his eyes with equal intensity. You are pretty sure your cheeks are red by now, and you can feel his breath too close to you, and you might be hallucinating but you see his eyes travel to your lips for a split second.

Coughing lightly, you abruptly get up before you do something you regret and walk towards the door. Jongho also sits up looking away and you say a small “See you tomorrow,” and leave.

“You have got to be fucking with me!” you exclaim, a frustrated groan leaving with me as you eye the room you are to stay for the night. It is definitely a sorry excuse for a homestay, heck you have stayed in worse places but that isn’t the problem.

The problem is sharing the room with Jongho.

A room which has one bed.

No couch.

No mattress.

Not even two blankets in what they are calling a “double bed.” Double? It is more like a single and a half. Not even half, quarter.

“No thanks, I have better things to do,” Jongho’s monotonous reply brings you out of your trance and you glare at him throwing your backpack on the small table at the side.

The table creaks making you cringe and you slowly pick up your bag and keep it beside the leg of the bed. You are not paying for a broken table. They cannot even make more rooms, of course, they can’t afford a decent table.

“You’re sleeping on the floor,” you deadpan and Jongho laughs sarcastically saying, “How about you say that to your phone’s selfie camera?”

“Selfie camera? Really?” you fold your arms cocking your eyebrow at him and he rolls his eyes and says, “Yeah well there’s no mirror.” You scoff at his attitude and continue, “You cannot make a lady sleep on the floor.”

“Where’s the lady? I can’t see her,” he retaliates with a smirk adorning his face. You take in a deep break and shooting him a quick glare you plop down on the bed.

Jongho puts his bag down beside yours and glances around. His heart panics a little at the single bed but he quickly looks away. It is three days, he can do this.

You think it is for three days, you can go without killing each other, maintain a safe distance, and return safely to the base. You can do this.

You absolutely cannot do this.

Jongho has been shuffling for the last fifteen minutes and he doesn’t stop. His tossing and turning make you annoyed and you hiss in anger and turn towards him and yell, “Jongho just sleep for fuck’s sake.”

He turns towards you and whispers, “I am trying.”

“Well, try harder, and stop moving,” you finally shoot your eyes open and look at him. The proximity makes you falter quickly and you can see your noses almost touching, his eyes scanning your whole face.

Your eyes rake his face, over every mole, cute lump and his nose-bridge and then fall to his lips. You quickly look up at him and he opens his mouth and you brace yourself for the worst teasing of your life.

“You have really nice eyes,” your eyes widen in shock and your lips part but no words come out as you continue to stare into his soft, brown eyes. After a moment you collect yourself barely and say, “Go to sleep Choi.”

Why is this hotel room so goddamn cold?

“Okay,” he whispers back, his breath fanning your face your mouth a ‘good’ because you didn’t trust your voice and turn your back to him, trying to calm your heart.

Jongho eyes rest on your back trying to even his breath until his eyes close.

You wake up in the middle of the night, or rather your bladder urges you to try to move. Except you can’t when you see Jongho’s hand draped over your waist, holding you close. His soft breath dances on your neck and you stay awake for some time enjoying the warmth of his body that feels so strangely comfortable and you hate to admit it.

Okay no you really need to pee.

You wiggle out of his arms slowly, not intending to wake him up and he groans making you go still. “Why do I care?” you think to yourself but put extra care into placing his arms down and getting up.

Coming back you jump lightly as Jongho’s annoyed eyes match yours and he says, “Come back here.”

“Why?” your cheeks tinge a shade of red and you are glad the room is dark or else you would have never lived it down. You take a sip of water from the bottle, trying to shove the feeling down your burning throat but you can’t.

Jongho keeps watching your ministrations, getting impatient with each passing second. Why can’t you just come back goddammit? He speaks up before he can stop himself and says, “You are the only source of warmth in this stupid hotel, so come back before I get hypothermia.”

You smirk lightly at his bear-like features getting all riled up and shrug your shoulders nonchalantly making him huff and turn sideways away from you. You cannot believe Jongho being this needy.

Jongho never loses his composure. Except when he is with you, you make him do crazy things.

You giggle lightly at the pouting baby bear before you walk towards him and get inside the duvet and his eye shots up as you lie down. He instantly wraps his arm around you and you murmur to him, “I am only doing this because you are cold and you will get hypothermia or whatever, don’t take it otherwise.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” his sleepy voice reverberates in the room as he holds you tightly making your insides warm up. He is just cold, don’t overthink, you scold your mind before lulling back to sleep.

The next morning becomes unusually quiet, unlike your usual bickering. Both of you check your logs sent by Yunho and work on your tactical gears and weapons. Neither of you brings up last night’s incident, an unspoken agreement forming.

At the said time, you both leave the motel and arrive at the back door of the pub. You say the code and they let you two in and you search for your perp.

“There she is,” Jongho whispers and you quickly look over to his direction and spot her immediately. “You talk with officials, I will go talk with her,” you say and he nods before you part ways. You strut your way towards her and sit beside her at the bar, passing her a glance.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you look at Jongho who has a resolute look on his face as he sits down to play poker with the officials. You smile lightly at his undercover suit that makes him look like a businessman.

Jongho knows the official has a gun ready below the table and he sends a signal to Mingi who gets ready in his position at the back. Jongho smiles lightly and continues the game like nothing happened until he is on the last card and pulls out an Ateez card from his pocket turning it swiftly to the officers.

You knock over your drink on purpose, and Mingi walks towards Jongho. “You’re dead, darling,” you whisper as soon as you see Jongho firing the bullets and you smirk lightly holding her down and she fights back. “Oh shit,” you whisper when she jabs you on your forehead before you hold her down in a choking position.

With her free hand, she punches you on the lips and you feel offended. She did not just ruin your pretty lips, and you scoffed in annoyance before grabbing the spray from your waist and using it on her.

“Bitch, you could have hit any other place but these pretty lips?” you say before throwing her figure down for an amused Mingi to watch you.

The perp falls limp on the ground and you gesture at Mingi who gladly takes her back to the headquarters. You look around in confusion and Mingi shrugs as you see Jongho still shooting. You roll your eyes pulling him by the elbow and whisper, “Tell me you got the papers.”

“Let’s make a grand exit,” he grins cheekily and you look at him quizzically and pull him by the arm saying, “That doesn’t answer my question.”

He gives you a deaf ear shooting the fire extinguishing sprinklers as the water starts pouring. “What the actual-“ You don’t finish your sentence running out and looking at him in disbelief as he walks through the water like it is some sort of runway.

When he finally comes out after his “dramatic exit” you say, “I will be handling your CV to modelling agencies when we get back, just wait and see.”

He laughs and you scoff and stomp away as he follows you, the papers safely with Mingi sent back.

Back at the motel, he forcefully makes you sit down on the bed as he brings the first-aid kit out. You eye his ministrations and snicker when he accidentally pours some antiseptic on his fingers instead of the cotton.

“You should have told me you are hurt,” he says, lightly dabbing at the wound on your forehead first.

“Oh and stop your modelling, how on earth can I do that?” you fake a gasp and Jongho forcefully jabs your forehead and you slap his hand.

Jongho lightly flicks your forehead, his gummy smile etching his lips as he steps closer. He holds your jaw softly, turning your head up and your eyes follow his hands that busied themselves on cleaning the cut.

“Geez I am fine you big baby, I have got way bigger cuts than one on a forehead and a split lip,” you complain while Jongho carefully presses a piece of cotton between your lips. Your words get muffled and he smiles in a sinister way and says, “You are so much better when you don’t talk.”

You stick your middle finger at his face and he edges closer to you, looking down at you raises your eyebrows as you gaze back. “There are a lot more ways where I can make you quiet,” he smirks and continues, “Or make you scream louder.”

Your face flushes with warmth and reaches the tip of your ears at his words and your eyes widen. You look at your sides and see Jongho’s arms flexing as he holds the bed headboard. Fuck him and his apple-breaking arms, you think.

Fuck everything.

“Yeah?” you ask softly taking out the cotton from your lips and continuing, “Why don’t you show me the ways?”

Jongho raises his eyebrow dipping his head more and the closeness almost makes your noses touch and he asks, “You would like that wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe I will,” you speak, a mischievous smile tugging on your lips and before can count to another second Jongho’s lips press to yours in a desperate kiss. You stumble lightly from the pressure and hold his shoulders tilting your head. Your lips move in perfect sync and the kiss turns from rough and desperate to soft and sensual in seconds. His grip softens and he holds your hands while you caress his hair lightly. You feel him smile in the kiss and return it as you two part.

You love this about Jongho so much.

He smiles and you bite your lips feeling shy as he pecks your lips saying, “You were right, I am stupid.” You groan at him shaking your head and trying to cover his mouth but he continues, “Stupidly in love with you.”

“Oh my god, that is so cheesy,” you groan at him and he laughs before tackling you to the bed and kissing you all over the face while you giggle.

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corruptedsilence · 2 years ago

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What’s in the box????

#Out for a Bite // OOC #A Masterpiece // MA #;; tiny sketch before work #;; if i get enough then ill open it later :p

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nochepsicodelica · 3 months ago

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Toji who leaves hickeys all over you so often that you have to push him away when you start looking like you fought an octopus.

"Toji, you know these aren't always gonna be so small. They're gonna end up looking like bruises. Just look at the ones you already left."

"Mhm," he hums, already leaving another one on your shoulder blade, releasing your skin with a wet smack of his lips. He rubs his spit into the mark like it's some sort of salve that'll make it last longer.

"I'm fine with these," you say, looking at all the one's he left on your chest and below. "but my neck... i'm running out of makeup, baby. I won't be able to cover them if you keep this up."

"Then don't." He would just love that. Despite how nonchalant he sounds about it, it's a highly recommended suggestion. He would genuinely love it if you walked around with his marks all over your neck. People will automatically know that you already have someone you get freaky with.

"I have to go to work sometime. I wouldn't be able to take having my neck stared at by everyone I talk to. No more neck hickeys."

He nears your neck, again. The second you say he can't put another mark on it, he spots a clear area and leans in, lightly pressing his lips against it.

"Tojiii," you whine, leaning forward, away from him. "Leave it alone."

"But, it's clear. It's lonely without being marked like the rest of your neck." He scoots forward again, putting his enormous hands on your waist to pull you close. "I'll be quick. Just-"

"Mm-mm. No," you interrupt, brushing his hands off of you.

"I might just die if you don't let me do this, ma."

"Really?" You raise your brows in disbelief.

"Really," he responds, so confidently.

You scoff. "You're so dramatic. You won't die if you don't get to suck on my neck."

"Who knows? I might spontaneously collapse because of it. Weirder, more unexplainable things have happened."

He's so dumb sometimes. Your hunk is absolutely ridiculous, and yet you find yourself weighing towards his point in this.

"Would marking up that blank space actually cure you?" You feel as silly as him for asking the question.

"Who's to say?"

You tilt your head and deadpan. "Right. I guess i'll take my chances and just keep the random patch of unmarked skin on my neck."

"Hey, that doesn't mean we can't try. Come on, now."

You groan and roll your eyes before making your way back to him. He cups your cheeks, smirking as he looks into your eyes, before turning your head to expose the blank area on your neck.

"It's a reaaally good spot, doll. I think i'm gonna make it."

You huff, unable to look at him because of the way your head is turned. You feel his tongue slide over your neck, the gesture transitioning to his lips kissing the area and then it feels sharp. His lips leave a stinging sensation with every second that they stay on you.

"Ow, fuck, you vampire. It feels like you're actually trying to suck the blood out of me." You wince. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm done." He admires his masterpiece and smirks with pride. You have an entire collar of hickeys that he put on you, and the newest one looks mean.

"You look pretty. Could eat you up, mama." He swipes at the new mark with his thumb, looking at the color that will remain on your skin for the next few days.

"I can tell. You already devoured me. You're insane. Just look at all of this," you say, running your hand over your kiss stained neck.

"I was just nibbling on you," he speaks, into your jaw, before smoothly laying you down, onto the bed. "Just wanted a little taste," he says, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. "Am I really insane for that?"

"Um..." you laugh, making your flustered state obvious. "Yes?"

"Damn." He gives you a long, deep kiss, that makes you forget what you were talking about. "You think i'm crazy?" You hum, and he does it again.

"Haven't you played with me enough? I feel like i'm some chew toy for you." You giggle, feeling his lips on your cheek, trailing towards your jaw.

He hums, dismissively. "Found more blank space."

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hajimesh · 12 days ago

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mama's day. gojo satoru

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, non sorcerer au, mom!reader, family fluff, two unnamed sons and one baby girl. a little gift for myself ! ᡣ𐭩

little sunshines au

satoru has a plan for your birthday—a very detailed one.

step one. wake up the nuggets

it takes him less than two minutes to get the oldest out of bed, and there's really no point in waking up his baby girl since there's not much an eight-month-old can do.

the problem is your toddler.

"c'moooon, don't you wanna give mama her gifts?"

satoru's tone grows exasperated the longer his son refuses to cooperate, kicking his legs and throwing his nemo plushie at his face.

"no!"

the five-year-old immediately shushes his baby brother, only making the latter whine even more, tears now running down his chubby cheeks.

satoru feels his face fall upon seeing his son so upset, he should've expected the little ones not to take it too well to be woken up at six in the morning.

"hey," he tries softly this time, caressing the soft blond hairs of his toddler, "I'm sorry, mochi. can you forgive papa? go back to sleep, I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready, okay?"

the sobs end and now there's only small sniffles coming from the sleepy kid.

"oki."

step two. make breakfast

"like this?"

satoru leans down to inspect his son's work, brows furrowing as he tries, and fails, to read whatever gibberish his son tried to spell on top of the freshly made waffles.

with a loud smooch on the kid's cheek, satoru squeezes him in a tight hug, grinning proudly the way a father would. "a masterpiece. mama's gonna love it."

dad and son work surprisingly silent, focused on their own tasks. it doesn't take them long to have plates full of food and fruits, as well as freshly made juice.

"why don't you grab these," satoru hands his son two bags with the names of expensive brands on them, "while I go get your siblings. okay?"

"on it!"

step three. gifts

"happy birthday, mama~"

"ma-ma!"

you wake up with a start, surrounded by four pairs of blue eyes staring down at you.

"happy birthday, love of my life, mother of my kids, my one and only!"

satoru pecks your mouth as your brain processes the beaming faces of your three nuggets. your boys sit next to you, one on each side, while satoru holds the baby in the air right above your face.

your confused face finally eases into one of happiness (and relief).

"thank you, my little babies!" you smile drowsily, urging yourself to blink the sleep away as you smooch the faces of all three of your children. "mwah, mwah, mwahhh–"

your husband can't help but smile upon seeing you smothering the kids with kisses. and with his hold still on his baby girl, satoru tugs her away from you and nods at your lap.

"open your gifts, baby. we got you aaaall of your favorites." he winks at his son and the little one covers his mouth behind his tiny hand, giggling. "and we also made breakfast for mama, right?"

with a pointed look from satoru, your toddler remembers the plate of food on his lap.

"eat waffu, baby." your two-year-old offers you the plate full of waffles, pushing it towards your mouth, insistent. "eat it."

step four. spoil her rotten

your two boys happily run across the gardens while your baby girl crawls on the grass, squealing right behind her brothers.

"liked the surprise?"

your husband's arms wrap around your middle from behind. his hold is the greatest comfort you could've asked for.

"you mean waking up with three of your clones staring down at me while I sleep?" you snort, but there's no real bite in your tone. "I loved it. especially their drawing of me surrounded by blue-eyed mochi."

your eldest had insisted on drawing their little family—with you right in the center—and satoru thought it'd be funny to add the mochi instead of the kids.

"oh, but I'm not done yet, sweetheart." he spins you around in his arms, now grinning at you. "an entire weekend. you and me. what do you say?"

a groan slips past your lips and he immediately frowns, indignation clear on his face.

"c'mon, pretty. it's been a while since it was just the two of us." satoru goes for the puppy eyes, knowing that by doing so he already has a fifty percent of chance of winning. "you're not only a mother, but also a wife. let your doting husband pamper you."

"and who's watching over the kids? the baby??" you try to reason, glancing at your nuggets as they giggle their little hearts out as they play together. "satoru, we can't just leave."

"sweetheart, relaaaaax. ijichi got us covered."

oh, that poor man.

you make a mental note to give nanami a call.

#₊˚ʚ 🌱 little sunshines au #𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾ ‧₊˚☁️ skye #sunny skies #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo fluff #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru fluff #divider by v6que

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navy-pon · 2 years ago

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“Let’s transpose that to a country like Russia. Imagine if Putin had a favorable opinion of 10%, with a massive strike movement that paralyse the country supported by at least 80% of the population (according to statistics). We would immediately call out to the dictator, the bastard, etc…

Well, that's the situation in France.

Macron, saviour of the democracy, represses his people, represses parents with families, represses seniors, represses legitimate popular demands. When that guy calls me, and everyone at the same time, a slacker, it’s to die of laughter. That guy who has never worked a day in his life in a job that really brings added value. That guy is useless. Macron is the real social parasite. We must insist on this. Me, my boss pays me. Macron, it's me who pays him. In a way, he's my whore.”

J’attendais un grand moment d’histoire pour ressortir ce classique et aujourd’hui, ce jour est enfin arrivé

#rough translation of this masterpiece for non-french speakers #Macron ma p*te #France #Louis XVI #upthebaguette #french politics

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buckets-and-trees · 18 days ago

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Naughty thought, buuut : tattoo artists Ari and Curtis loving to create on your body, but not all permanent tattoos. Instead they write on your body. Sweet things like "beautiful" or "ours". But also... Nasty things. 😈 "Cum here" or "Owned toy" or a count of how many times they filled you.

Worship In The Bedroom Characters/Pairings: Ari Levinson x curvy female!Reader x Curtis Everett Word Count: 3.3k

Content/Warnings: explicit smut (mfm threesome, kissing, vaginal fingering, anal play, nipple play, vaginal intercourse, anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cum play, cum eating, praise kink, dirty talk, light degradation, pet names (beautiful, sugar), body art

Author Notes: For the sixth week of Chris-mas... If you only care about the smut, go ahead and read - it can reasonably stand alone. If you want context and full resonance for the relationship, read the first two parts in the series.

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As the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, you stir awake, your body pleasantly sore and your mind stirring with memories of the night before. The warmth of two bodies pressed against you brings a smile to your face before you even open your eyes.

You blink slowly, adjusting to the soft morning light. Curtis is on your left, his muscular arm draped over your waist, his face peaceful in sleep. Ari is on your right, propped up on one elbow, already awake and watching you with a tender smile.

"Good morning, beautiful," Ari murmurs, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“G’morning,” you murmur, smiling back. This is the third weekend you’ve spent with the men, but the first night you’ve stayed over.

You stretch languidly, careful not to disturb Curtis. As you do, you notice an odd sensation on your skin - a gentle tickle, almost like a feather being drawn across your flesh. You look down and gasp softly in wonder. Delicate lines of ink dance across your skin, intricate patterns and swirling designs covering your arms, chest, and stomach. The artwork is mesmerizing - a temporary masterpiece etched onto your body.

The soft tickle you felt was Ari, adding to the artwork with a fine-tipped marker. Ari chuckles at your reaction. "We got a bit carried away last night," he explains, his voice low and warm. "When you fell asleep, we just couldn't resist."

You trace a finger along one of the designs - a delicate spray of flowers blooming across your hip. As you follow the lines, you notice how they flow seamlessly from one design to the next, creating a cohesive tapestry across your body.

"It's beautiful," you whisper, awe evident in your voice.

Curtis stirs beside you, his ice-blue eyes blinking open slowly. He takes in the sight of you covered in intricate designs and a slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face.

"Morning, sugar," he rumbles, his voice husky with sleep. His hand traces one of the designs on your stomach, sending a shiver through you. "Like what we’ve done with you?"

You nod, still mesmerized by the artwork adorning your skin. "It's incredible," you breathe. "I can't believe you did all this while I was asleep."

Ari chuckles, continuing to add to the design on your arm. "You sleep deep. This isn’t the only thing we did to you."

You gasp and Curtis squeezes your hip and hums in satisfaction.

Then Curtis props himself up on one elbow, mirroring Ari's position. His eyes roam over your body, taking in every line and curve of the temporary tattoos. His fingers trace a particularly intricate design on your ribcage, intertwining with your nearly healed new tattoo.

"These aren't just any markers," Curtis explains, his voice low and gravelly from sleep. "We used special body art pens designed for long-lasting temporary tattoos. They're made with a unique, skin-safe ink that bonds with the top layer of your skin."

Ari picks up from there with, "The designs will stay vibrant for 10 to 12 days, gradually fading as your skin naturally exfoliates. It's like having a whole new set of tattoos, but without the commitment or healing time."

Your eyes widen in surprise and delight. The idea of carrying their artwork on your skin for nearly two weeks sends a thrill through you. You imagine going about your daily life with these intricate designs hidden beneath your clothes, a secret reminder of another incredible night. And them.

Curtis's hand slides up your torso, between your breasts, following the lines of ink. "We wanted to mark you," he murmurs, his voice low and possessive. "To leave our mark in a way that would last a little longer."

Ari nods in agreement, adding a few final touches to a design on your shoulder. "Plus," he adds with a mischievous grin, "we couldn't resist the opportunity to turn your entire body into our personal canvas."

You raise up on your elbows to gt a better look at the artwork on your stomach, over your hips, and down your legs. The designs are intricate and beautiful, a blend of both men's artistic styles covering vast expanses of your exposed skin. You gasp when you register the filthy words they’ve written in the prettiest script. Slut and Pretty Holes and Cockworshipper and Property of Curtis & Ari with the most elaborate ampersand you’ve ever seen.

Your cheeks flush at the implications and the memories of the night before, accompanied by a renewed awareness of the pleasant soreness between your thighs. Flashes of the night before fly through your mind - hands exploring, mouths devouring, bodies intertwining in ways you never thought possible. The intensity of it all makes you shiver with renewed desire.

Curtis notices your reaction and smirks, his ice-blue eyes darkening with hunger. "Remembering last night, sugar?" he murmurs, his hand sliding down your stomach to rest on your hip.

You nod, biting your lip as heat pools in your core. "It was unreal," you breathe.

Ari chuckles, setting aside the marker and running his hand along your thigh. "And we're not done with you yet," he purrs, his voice low and full of promise.

Your breath hitches at Ari's words, excitement and anticipation coursing through you. Despite the soreness, you find yourself craving more.

Curtis leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "What do you say, sugar? Ready for round... what are we on now? Five? Six?" His voice is low and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine.

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "I... yes," you manage to whisper, your voice trembling slightly with desire.

Ari grins, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "That's our girl," he purrs, his hand sliding up your inner thigh. "Always so eager for more."

Curtis captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing your gasp as Ari slips two fingers in your cunt.

You moan into Curtis's kiss as Ari's fingers expertly work your sensitive flesh. The dual sensations of Curtis's demanding lips and Ari's skilled touch quickly reignite the fire in your core. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction against Ari's hand.

Curtis breaks the kiss, his ice-blue eyes dark with desire. "So responsive," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. His hand cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple, causing it to harden into a tight peak.

Ari's fingers curl inside you, finding that spot that makes you see stars. "Still so wet for us," he purrs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I bet you could take us both right now."

Your breath catches at Ari's words, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through you.

Curtis's eyes darken with hunger as he watches your reaction. His hand slides down your body, joining Ari's between your thighs. "Think you can handle it, sugar?" he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.

You moan as Curtis's fingers circle your clit, working in tandem with Ari's thrusting fingers. The dual stimulation has your hips bucking, seeking more friction.

"Yes, always want you," you manage to gasp out between pants of pleasure.

Ari grins, then nips at the inner flesh of your thigh, making you yelp. Curtis then smacks your clit, and you yelp again.

The sting of Curtis's slap on your sensitive clit sends a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, making you gasp and arch your back. Curtis takes advantage of your movement, his mouth latching onto your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple before sucking hard.

"Fuck," you moan, your hands tangling in their hair, not sure whether to pull them closer or push them away as the sensations overwhelm you.

Ari’s fingers continue to move in and out of your cunt, stretching you further as he adds a third digit.

"That's it, beautiful," Ari growls, his ice-blue eyes intense as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "Let us hear you."

Curtis releases your nipple with a wet pop. His blue eyes are dark with lust as he looms close to your face again and then licks a messy stripe up your neck and over your face. Then his lips brushing against your ear. "We're going to wreck you," he growls, his voice low and gravelly. "Fill you up completely."

Your body trembles with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation as Curtis and Ari continue their sensual assault. Their hands work in tandem, fingers probing and teasing the most sensitive areas of your body with practiced skill.

Ari's fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "You ready for us?" he purrs.

You whimper, your hips bucking against their hands. The thought of being so thoroughly filled by both of them sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. "Please," you gasp, your voice breathy with need.

Curtis and Ari exchange a heated look over your body, a silent communication passing between them. With practiced ease, they begin to maneuver you, their strong hands guiding your pliant form.

"On your side, sugar," Curtis murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

They position you carefully, Curtis spooning behind you while Ari faces you. The warmth of their bodies envelops you, skin against skin. Ari’s hand traces the curve of your hip, following the delicate skull pattern inked there.

Curtis's hand slides down your thigh, lifting your leg and draping it over Ari's hip. This new position leaves you completely exposed, vulnerable, and aching with need. You can feel the heat of their erections pressing against you - Curtis's thick length nestled against your ass, while Ari's presses insistently against your lower belly.

Ari cups your face, drawing you into a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explores your mouth as his hand slides up and down your side, fingers ghosting over skin, making your shiver. He pauses to murmur, "Eager cockslut," against your lips.

You moan into Ari's mouth at his words, a shot of arousal running through you. You feel Curtis shift behind you, his hand sliding between your legs from behind. His thick fingers probe your entrance, spreading your wetness.

"So fucking wet," Curtis growls in your ear. "Always so ready for us."

You gasp as you feel the blunt head of Curtis's cock pressing against your tightest entrance. He enters you slowly, stretching you deliciously. Your head falls back against his shoulder as he fills you.

"That's it, sugar," Curtis murmurs, his voice strained. "Take all of me."

The stretch is intense, bordering on too much after the night's activities, but the fullness feels incredible.

Ari watches your face intently as Curtis sinks into you inch by inch. When Curtis is fully seated, Ari captures your lips in another searing kiss, and his hand snakes between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit again. He rubs slow circles as Curtis begins to move inside you with shallow thrusts. The dual sensations have you panting, pleasure building rapidly.

"Good girl," he murmurs against your mouth. "Now it's my turn."

Your eyes widen as you feel the blunt head of Ari's cock drag over your clit and then he guides the tip into your pussy. You groan as Ari begins to push inside you, stretching and stuffing you. The sensation of both men filling you completely is overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that has you trembling between them.

"Breathe, beautiful," Ari murmurs, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly sinks deeper. "That's it, take us both."

Curtis's arm wraps around your waist, holding you steady as Ari pushes in to the hilt. You feel so impossibly full, stretched to your limits in the most exquisite way. For a moment, nobody moves, allowing you to adjust to the intense sensation.

"Fuck, fuuuuck," Curtis curses in your ear, his voice strained.

Ari nods in agreement, his forehead resting against yours as he struggles to maintain control. "Perfect," he breathes. "You were fucking made to be used by us.” He squeezes your plush thigh, relishing the purchase his large hands have on your ample flesh.

Curtis nips at your earlobe, his breath hot against your neck. "So tight," he growls, his hips making small, shallow thrusts. "You feel incredible, sugar."

You whimper at the overwhelming sensations, feeling utterly filled and possessed by both men. The slight movement of Curtis's hips sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, making you gasp and clutch at Ari's shoulders.

"Please," you moan, not even sure what you're begging for. "Please, I need..."

Ari captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your pleas. "We know what you need, beautiful," he murmurs against your mouth. "We're going to give it to you."

With that, both men begin to move. They start slow, alternating their thrusts so that as one pulls back, the other pushes in. The drag of their cocks inside you, filling you so completely, has you seeing stars.

Curtis's hand slides up your body, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers. "Such a good and nasty girl," he growls in your ear. "So greedy. Taking both our fat cocks.”

"Oh god," you moan. "So full."

Ari picks up the pace of his thrusts and Curtis matches his rhythm, driving into you with increasing force.

"That's it, sugar," Curtis growls in your ear, his hand sliding down to grip your hip.

Their cocks stretching and filling you, their hands roaming your body, has pleasure building rapidly within you. You feel utterly possessed, caught between them as they use your body and assault your mind with their dirty talk.

"Look at you," Ari purrs, his blue eyes intense as they lock onto yours. "Our perfect little slut, stuffed full of cock and loving every second of it."

The praise sends a thrill through you, making you clench around both of them. Curtis groans in response, his hips snapping forward more forcefully. "That's it, sugar," he growls, his breath hot against your neck. "Squeeze us tight with your greedy holes."

You moan loudly, overwhelmed by the onslaught. Your body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. The relentless stimulation of both men moving inside you has you teetering desperately on the edge of your orgasm.

"Oh god," you whimper, your hands clutching desperately at Ari's shoulders. "I'm so close."

Ari grins wickedly, his hips snapping forward with increased force, thumb still circling your puffy clit. "That's it," he growls. "Come for us. Show us how much you love being stuffed full of cock."

Curtis's hand slides between your bodies, his fingers finding one of your nipples. He pinches and twists the peaked nub as he continues to thrust into you from behind. "Come on, sugar," he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and gravelly. "Let go!”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body tensing and shaking between them as waves of pleasure course through you. You cry out, your voice hoarse and desperate as you clench tightly around both men.

"That's it, beautiful," Ari growls, his hips snapping forward with increased intensity. "Milk our cocks with those pretty holes."

Curtis groans in your ear, his arm tightening around your waist as he drives into you harder. "Fuck, sugar," he pants. "You feel so good when you come on our cocks."

Your body feels like a live wire, trembling uncontrollably as Curtis and Ari continue to thrust into you, prolonging your intense orgasm. The overstimulation borders on painful, yet you crave more, your body greedily clenching around their thick cocks.

As your orgasm begins to ebb, Curtis and Ari's thrusts become more erratic, their breathing ragged. You can feel them both swelling inside you, on the brink of their own release.

"Fuck, I'm close," Ari growls, his grip on your thigh tightening.

Curtis grunts in agreement, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Me too," he pants against your neck.

You moan, overwhelmed by the sensation of both men using your body so thoroughly. "Please," you whimper.

"Where do you want it, beautiful?" Ari asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Tell us."

"Inside," you gasp out, your body clenching around them at the thought. "Fill me up. Please!"

Your words seem to push them over the edge, and they come one after the other, Curtis first, and Ari close behind.

Curtis and Ari slowly withdraw from your body, their cocks slipping free with lewd, wet sounds that makes you shudder. You feel utterly wrecked, but also deliciously used and satisfied as their combined release begins to trickle out of you.

Ari captures your lips in a deep, languid kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hand caresses your face. The tenderness of the kiss contrasts beautifully with the intensity of what you've just experienced, grounding you in the aftermath of your shared passion.

Behind you, Curtis's large hands slide between your legs, his fingers probing gently at your thoroughly used holes. He spreads your wetness around, mixing his own release with Ari's and your abundant arousal. The slick, sticky mess coats his fingers as he rubs slow circles around your sensitive pussy, teases your ass. The sensation is both soothing and arousing, your body still hyper-sensitive from the intense experience.

A moment after Curtis takes his hand away from your messy holes, he tugs your chin away from Ari’s kiss and slips his fingers into your open mouth. Your tongue laps instinctively to taste the complex flavor coating his fingers. The taste is an intoxicating blend - the saltiness of Curtis's release, the slightly bitter tang of Ari's, and the sweet muskiness of your own arousal. It's a potent cocktail that floods your senses, making you moan softly around Curtis's fingers as you suckle them clean.

Curtis watches you intently, his ice-blue eyes dark with renewed hunger as you lap at his fingers. He slowly withdraws them from your mouth, dragging them along your bottom lip, leaving a glistening trail in their wake.

Before you can catch your breath, Curtis captures your mouth with his own hungry lips.

Curtis kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, tasting the mingled flavors of your combined releases. His hand cups the back of your head, holding you in place as he devours you. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're breathless and dazed.

Ari chuckles, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over the artwork on your skin. "Insatiable," he murmurs, but his voice is fond.

Curtis breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless. His ice-blue eyes roam over your body, taking in the sight of you thoroughly debauched and marked by their artwork.

"You okay, sugar?" he asks.

You nod, unable to form words just yet. You feel utterly boneless, caught between their warm bodies, pleasantly sore and thoroughly satisfied. You melt under their intense gazes, feeling both exposed and cherished, but this pattern is nothing new with this pair of men who ply you with both the dirty and the delicate in a dizzying combination.

Ari shifts to his back, and you curl into him, resting over his chest. Curtis moves in behind you, nuzzles into you neck, and places a few kisses along your shoulder as the three of you succumb to Sunday morning snoozing.

The room is quiet save for the sound of your collective breathing slowly returning to normal. And as you drift back into sleep, you think of the new ink they’ve put on you. They may be temporary tattoos covering your skin, but they’ll be a tangible reminder of your connection to these two men, a secret mark of ownership that only the three of you know, with a balance of simplicity and complexity that you still need to sort out, but that’s novel and beautiful and only for the three of you to explore.

This is distraction smut. It was on the docket for my Countdown to Chris-mas, but not for this week, but I couldn't pull the headspace that I needed to work on the other story I had intended to debut. Hopefully this can just be a welcome indulgence for anyone who needs it.

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