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masked-daydream · 14 days ago

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can you do a scenario of the dateables reacting to a pregnant single mom reader moving in? Love your work btw 💋💋💋

DATE EVERYTHING! SCENARIOS

Single! Pregnant! Mom Reader! x Dateables

Part 1, Part 2, Reggie's Part

"Hush, Little one calm yourself.."

You whisper hands slowly caressing your stomach as you feel the life growing inside you growing active. Feeling their little kicks as you wake up for a new day.

You stretch yourself up. As you prepare yourself to go to the bathroom. One hand supporting your big round belly as you plan to go upstairs.

As much as you can want to start a day with a shower. You really wanted to try the bathtub that is located upstairs in the second bathroom for a warm bath for you and your little one.

As you try to wobble yourself up to the second floor. Feeling a bit tired. You hear the sound of water running on the upstairs bathroom.

You then walk a bit faster thinking you forgot to close the faucet sink in the bathroom.

Not noticing the doors that already opened on the second floor and the air-conditioning vent being on set to your desired temperature.

As you approach the upstairs bathroom. You saw that the source of the running water is due to the bathtub faucet nearly filling the bathtub half full.

You turn off the faucet and plan to drain the tub but as you dunk your hands in the water. You noticed that the water was already a bit warm, which is the perfect temperature for the bath you were planning.

As you undress and soak yourself in the bathtub you feel your little one in your belly beginning to calm down. You giggle, as you start clean yourself.

As days passed ever since you lived in your home you begin to notice things have been getting a lot easier for you.

- Doors being already opened whenever you plan to enter a room.

- A chair being in the right place at the right time whenever you feel tired.

- The Clothes you plan to wear already being there whenever you open your closet.

- The food on your freezer being fresh and not needed to be defrosted whenever you plan to eat.

- Even the things you dropped on the floor or forgotten appearing out of nowhere on the table or on the shelf. When you try to find it.

- Some stains seemingly disappear whenever you plan to clean it.

- Or whenever you felt things getting overwhelming the T.V. or your phone recommends you a video or music to distract yourself.

You wonder to yourself as you touch your belly remembering all the odd things happening in your home.

But your questions will soon be answered, when a mysterious package delivered in your doorstep containing some glasses.

Which led you to learn about the personified objects and concepts of your house.

To say you were shock, was quite understandable as you hear Skylar explaining to you that you could date with just about any objects in your house.

You feel a bit overwhelmed as you try to explain to Skylar that you don't have time to do all that dating stuff. Not with the life growing inside you.

She smiled and reassured you that it's ok, cause some objects are ok with just being friends and also very willing to help you with just about anything.

You try to interject that you didn't want to be a bother to any of the objects in your house.

But Skylar encourages you to try to use the glasses to one of the objects in your house. Which led you to meet Dorian.

You were quite in shock to meet the tall intimidating (but handsome) English man who is actually your door.

But Dorian being a gentleman said that he is willing to help you at anything you need rather than just opening the doors for you.

You eyes widen at the realization of him helping you, so you thank him for everything he's done even if it's just opening doors.

Dorian just smiled and said that it's no problem and he is willing to help as much as he can.

As time goes, as you begin to meet the other objects and surprisingly some concepts in your home. You have never felt more spoiled than anything.

You learned that Bathsheba and River are responsible for filling up the bathtub with the right temperature everytime you want to use the bathtub instead of the shower. And as you take a bath you feel Barry slowly massaging your shoulders as you hear them gossip.

Tydus and Tyrell will make sure that you don't slip while In the Bathroom or Laundry room. Tydus will explicitly warn the toxic couple cough Harper cough Dirk cough not to bring they're problems with you.

But with your bleeding heart you probably help the couples in the laundry room a lot more easier since they don't wanna pressure you a bit too much. Especially Drysdale and Washford they probably get back together because of them admiring your resilience and helpfulness.

On which they try to repay you with poetic compliments and helping you with the laundry.

The Kitchen crew also try to lessen your workload when planning to have a meal. You have the Kitchen Equipment Objects like Luke, Stefan and Kopi being the ones who cook or heat up any food when you're hungry.

Mitchell and Friar taking notes and guiding the others on what food is best for you and your baby.

Daisuke and Cabrizzio also being gentle with you and also giving you a hand when you need a rest. Complimenting and encouraging you while they're at it.

There are sometimes when some objects like Curt and Rod, Penelope and more get curious about the life growing inside you. Some asking you questions which you try to answer to the best of your ability like.

But when you get overwhelmed some objects will step-in like Abel, Dasha and also Dorian again when things get too hard.

And when in the bedroom the objects who reside will try their absolute best to provide you with the best comfort as possible.

Like Betty giving you cuddles and Mateo making sure to keep you warm on cold-nights with various soft blankets and also letting you pet some of the inanimals.

The Hanks on the other hand really try to control they're enthusiasm when they meet you as they try not to scream to much.

You remember Hank 3 being a bit more flirty with you, saying that he loves single moms 😉 which you laugh in response. Which made the other Hanks tell him to chill out and all.

And there's also Hank 5 who really admired you especially that you still stay strong despite everything that happened to you. And he and the other Hanks will probably be one of the objects who would help you the most immediately getting everything you need just by asking them.

Koa and Chairemi will make sure that you always sit comfortably. Chairemi mostly will immediately try to make you sit on her whenever you're tired.

Speaking of being tired some Objects will insist on carrying you whenever you want to go to some far corners of the house especially when you want to go upstairs or in the attic. Kristof, Shelley and Duncan will definitely have an argument on who will be doing it.

And while they're doing that some Immediately take the chance to carry you themselves most especially The Hanks especially Hank 5, Dorian, Volt and Eddie and also Tony.

Volt and Eddie will definitely try to make your stay at the Breaker Box more comfortable giving you non-alcoholic drinks and also charming you while you're at it and not just those two. Tony especially as well making you laugh whenever you two meet.

Other objects will keep you entertained when you're a bit bored like Telly, Chance and Parker. Parker especially will try to tone down the craziness for a bit but that doesn't mean he will tolerate on you being a cheater at his games😅

Celia and Florence has definitely been telling other objects to keep an eye on you a lot more. And Wallace also being your bodyguard Incase of rowdiness from other objects.

And also Farya being there to check your progress and your belly Incase of a health scare. And also Phoenicia already prepared to call an ambulance whenever.

If you are still having a job especially when it's online, Mac and Willi will definitely lend you a helping hand if any problems occur.

And when things get down especially when you feel insecure or if you're thinking that you are being a bother to anyone Teddy, Amir and also Hector and surprisingly Fantina sometimes, will make sure to keep all that negative thoughts away telling you that you're beautiful and strong and also that you will become a good mother.

At some cases everyone will probably try to fight one another on who could touch your belly. Being surprised and curious when they felt the baby kick or move.

With them being excited when the little one would finally come out to join the family.

As time passes you made friends and probably some lovers 😉 to help you and your beloved little one in your home no matter what.... ♥️

And that's all. For my first request in I granted. Hope this satisfies you.

And also sorry for the inconsistencies of pregnancy. Let me know on what you think 😉 See ya! 🫳

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choccorin · 10 months ago

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thinking about rin having a girly girlfriend who's obsessed with adorable pastel-colored things .. he'd look so out of place inside your bedroom, it's filled with cute posters, mini and big figurines of sanrio and your favorite fictional characters, pastel colored clothes, and your bed has your beloved stuff toys at every corner.

his backpack would have cute keychains and plushies hanging on them, some were a gift from you and some are yours that you just wanted to him to have on his bag (your bag is heavy from all the keychains you have, plus there's no more space).

just imagine him looking intimidating and scary, but then you hear the loud clinking of pastel colored keychains hanging from his bag. he doesn't mind having them, sure it's a bit loud and distracting, but it prevents girls (and sometimes boys) from approaching, asking him for his number.

he calls it a repellent of some sorts.

and !!!! he also has a bracelet that you gave him, a pink colored one with an owl charm. if he has a clear phone case, then a polaroid photo of you (or the two of you) would definitely be in it. if not, he'd have a picture of you as his lockscreen, specifically a photo that you don't know about.

people who seem him for the first time in campus think “oh .. that guy definitely has a lover.”, and give up the motive of asking him for his name or number.

#definitely not self indulgent #i'm the girly girlfriend btw #definitely didn't giggle while making this #HE'S SOOO !!!!#— queued!#🐇 : miro writes #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader

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redrrem · 4 months ago

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DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

cw: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, consensual sex, creampies, breeding kink, mating press, panty thief toji, cucking, cheating, age-gap between toji and reader implied, modern au, f! reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI, not proofread

a/n: pt 2 for burglar toji which has been long overdue.. thank you all for 3k! enjoy <3 might also write a pt 3-

burglar!toji who’s furiously fisting his cock, your pretty pink panties from his last visit wrapped around his thick length, wet from precum as he jerks off to the thought of you and your tight pussy, how he had you bent over your kitchen counter and stuffed full of his cum and gun.

burglar!toji whose phone is in his other hand, recording every pump of his fist, every groan falling from his lips, every dribble of precum dripping from his angry red tip. All of it, for you.

burglar!toji who’s left on seen :( but that doesn't stop him from sending you nudes of your pretty spoiled panties wrapped around his cock, or selfies of him sniffing them like the nasty perv he is.

burglar!toji who can’t wait to see you again… but turns out he won’t have to wait for long. What a coincidence it is, breaking into another apartment, only to find you sitting curled up on your boyfriend's couch in a pair of disgustingly short shorts and a tight tank top, perked nipples straining against the tight material.

burglar!toji who finds you distracted, staring at your phone instead of the movie playing, your screen open to one of the many videos he sent. A hand underneath your shorts as you rub your sensitive clit to the sound of his breathy moans and spurts of cum recorded.

burglar!toji who somehow manages to lock your boyfriend in the bedroom from the outside. Creeping up from behind you before you feel a hand in your hair, gripping it into a makeshift ponytail as Toji pulls your head back against the couch, his lips hovering over your neck as he breathes in your scent.

"Guess your little boyfriend can't satisfy you," he says, hand trailing underneath your top to play with your perked nipples. Lips interlocking with yours to keep you quiet as mewls escape your soft lips.

You gasp for air, eyes clouded with lust, "Is that a gun in your pocket? or are you just happy to see me?" you say cheekily, receiving a chuckle from him before he slams you against the couch and folds you in half.

burglar!toji who has your legs thrown over his shoulder in a heartbeat. Clothes discarded on the floor as he locks your wrists above your head, watching you helplessly squirm and grind your bare, drooling pussy against his aching cock.

burglar!toji who stretches you out so good, the girth of his cock stretching your velvet walls as you struggle to take him in, toes curling from pleasure with each wet thrust of his long cock. The feeling of his cockhead curling against your sweet spot, kissing your poor cervix has you dripping.

"Ah-ah fuck Toji-" you moan, throwing your head back as his canines dig into the soft flesh of your neck, covering you in hickeys and bite marks, claiming you as his.

burglar!toji who makes sure his seed takes this time. Emptying every single drop of his cum inside your warm walls, breeding your poor pussy with each relentless thrust.

"Gonna get you-fuck- round with my babies ma," his breathy groans of pleasure only make you further clench around his cock, greedy pussy gripping him like a vice, "and fill you up with a lil mini me." You merely moan in response, pussy complying with each clench.

The couch slides against the hardwood flooring from the force of his thrusts. His weight presses into you, folding you in half as he pushes your thighs into you, bottoming out to the hilt until his pubes tickle your sensitive clit. The tip of his cock repeatedly kisses your cervix until a creamy white ring of cum coats his base.

Coming undone in sync, teeth and tongue clashing with one another as you both chase your high. His body weight suffocates you against the couch, limbs tangled into a mess of sweat and cum as the smell of sex fills the apartment.

But wait.. did a door just slam open?

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

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rafesangelita · 2 months ago

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…NERD!RAFE X BITCHY!POGUE!READER AU

⋆𐙚₊˚👛⊹♡

NERD!RAFE X BITCHY!POGUE!READER who first spoke on the phone with each other when bitchy!pogue!reader found nerd!rafe’s number in an ad that was posted on a bulletin board inside the only library on kildare island. she decided to give him a call when his flyer stated that he offered aid to those who required a little help enrolling in school, tutoring, and any other academic services that may be needed. seeing as bitchy!pogue!reader wanted to start going to school for fashion and business, she saved the piece of paper with rafe’s number and stuffed it at the bottom of her purse and forgot all about it until she got back home. “i would love to help you, would you say you’re available to meet tomorrow at the library around two o’clock in the afternoon?” he asked, scribbling down her information once she agreed to meet.

NERD!RAFE X BITCHY!POGUE!READER who were both taken aback once they were sitting next to each other. bitchy!pogue!reader couldn’t help but flirt with him once she found nerd!rafe incredibly charming and sweet, the glasses sitting high up on the bridge of his nose making him look innocent and a tad bit shy. nerd!rafe on the other hand is absolutely enthralled and terrified at the same time when he saw a bombshell like bitchy!pogue!reader approaching him in nothing but a push-up bra, a bodycon dress, and pink pleaser heels adorning her feet. “are you rafe?” on top of him being star struck, he also loved the sound of her voice, its sugary sweet tone making his heart beat erratically in his chest. everything about her, from the body glitter sparkling against her skin, to the cotton candy scent of her perfume, he was obsessed.

NERD!RAFE X BITCHY!POGUE!READER who began seeing each other everyday, both of them going over test prep, material checklists and enrollment forms. “do you have any tech equipment by any chance? you know, so you could do homework or get a headstart on any assignments?” she blinked at him, pulling out her outdated pink blackberry. “i just have this.” rafe nodded, eyes flickering between her glossy lips and the small device in her hands. “okay.. well, i’ll make sure that changes soon.” without knowing what he meant by that, she was in for the shock of her life when rafe surprised her the next day with a macbook pro and an ipad. “i don’t normally do this.. like ever— but i want you to have the proper learning tools to help you out. i truly believe you have so much potential.” bitchy!pogue!reader kissed him when she accepted the gifts, having never been supported like this before.

NERD!RAFE X BITCHY!POGUE!READER who often get distracted from their studies due to bitchy!pogue!reader’s advances. yawning, she’ll reach back and stretch her arms up until the hem of her crop top reveals the underside of her tits, the pretty, plump swells of her breasts making nerd!rafe’s cheeks turn bright red. “i think we should take a break..” she’d suggest, resting her hand on top of his thigh underneath the table. rafe was a nervous wreck anytime she was in close proximity with him, let alone when her hands were on him, he couldn’t help the small beads of sweat forming on his forehead as her manicured fingers inched closer and closer to where he ached for her with need. “i-i don’t think that’s appropriate to do here— oh..” nerd!rafe panicked internally when she palmed the growing bulge in his trousers, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he surrendered to her touch.

NERD!RAFE X BITCHY!POGUE!READER who celebrate all of her academic victories; both big and small. “alright, let me see..” rafe would be scrolling through her school portal, her grades illuminating the screen as he looked over the numbers. pacing nervously behind him, she’d squeal in excitement when rafe would cheer her on, his chest filling with pride as she took a seat in his lap, pressing kisses to his cheek as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “see how smart you are, doll? i told you that you could do it.” he’d praise her, his words melting her heart. bitchy!pogue!reader was so used to everyone telling her that she should just worry about what her next nail set should look like and not about going to school or starting her own little fashion line. “you’re the only person that has listened to my ideas and took me seriously..” she pouted up at him, “how could i ever thank you for that?”

୨୧ nerd!rafe finds *pictures* of you on your laptop

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poisonofthepaint · 3 months ago

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thinking of you

jack broke up with you because he said you needed someone younger. yet, he's still offended when he hears you're going on a date with someone else. you show up to his apartment to set the record straight.

cw: MDNI, make up sex to the max, pinv, no protection, kind of angsty but like not really, reader is independent and sort of snappy (for good reason), nipple sucking, pet names (angel, honey, sweetheart), not sure what else lmk if you see anything!

a/n: i wrote this off two beers so i'm gonna say i proofread it, but who knows...

wc: 2k

Jack didn't get pissed off. Sure, he would get mildly annoyed. He could snap. But he was never filled with unbridled rage. He could contain himself, calm himself down. He learned it in the military. He knew you couldn’t fight as well if you were angry, it clouded your judgement too much, you have to keep, at least a little bit, of a level head.

But tonight, Jack was pissed off. Robby had told him you had a date tonight. He told Jack over text, saying he, ‘figured he should know.” Jack couldn’t decide if he was thankful for the message or not.

That is what he said to you, when it ended. That you needed someone your own age. That you needed to get out there and act your age. It wasn’t good to work with someone and date them, act older than you need to. It was self-defense, he later realized. He was insecure about himself, and what he could or could not give you, so he ended it. He couldn’t believe you had listened to his incoherent ramblings. What he said made no sense, and he knew that now, but he also knew he had to take a step back and leave you the hell alone. He had fucked up, that was for sure. Begging for you back, when you had no reason to come back, would be even more fucked up.

He was regretting that mentality right now, all he wanted to do was call you. To tell you to come home. To come back to him. That guy didn’t know how to treat you, he didn’t know what you needed. He was only there to get in your pants. You were far too fucking intelligent for some immature douchebag. Jack knew what you needed, he was the only one who knew how to treat you right. He would give anything for you. This kid would not. Jack didn’t even need to know his name to know that.

Jack’s finger hovered over the call button on your contact. He tried to think of some emergency to get you to come see him instead of being on that date. But he couldn’t think of anything. There was no reason, fake or real, why you shouldn’t be on that date.

He sighs, puts down his phone, sits in his recliner. His cushy chair, one of the only things he has splurged on in his life, faces the window, which overlooks the city. The buildings sparkle at him. It’s around seven, usually he’d be at work by now, but it was his day off. He wishes it wasn’t, he wishes that he had something to distract him. He thinks about grabbing his go bag, thinks about changing into what he wears under his scrubs and telling Shen and Ellis to just leave him the hell alone and let him work. But, he hears you in the back of his head, telling him to slow down, telling him to wait a moment, to sit with what he’s thinking instead of shoving it down.

So that’s what he does. He sits. And he thinks. And he fucking prays to whoever is listening. That you’re safe. That you’re having an okay time. That maybe you’ll come back. Even though he’s a piece of shit. Even though he’s the one who told you to leave. You’re just following his orders, after all.

Three small, basically unhearable, knocks strike his door. He pushes off his chair with a sigh, thankful he didn’t take off his prosthetic yet. He figures it’s a neighbor, he lives by a lot of older women who tend to check up on him.

He opens the door with a force, but his eyes get heavy when he realizes it’s you standing there.

“Did he fucking hurt you?” Jack thunders.

“What? How do you even know where I was?”

“Answer me.”

“No, he didn’t hurt me. He just–”

“You’re scaring me a bit, sweetheart.”

You let out a long breath, Jack has both of his hands on your shoulders, giving you the eye exam of a lifetime.

“He didn’t hurt me, he’s just not you. He’s too, spritely. Too eager. I don’t know.”

Jack fights a smile, he bites the inside of his cheek. “No one is me.”

“Not the time to be fucking cocky, Jack. We need to seriously talk.”

The smile he was fighting fades from his face. He becomes pale, his heart is tachy.

“You fucked me up real good. You told me I was wrong about something that felt so right–” you say, crossing your arms and staring. You’ve entered the apartment at this point. You stand at the island in the kitchen.

He cuts you off. “I was wrong. I’m wrong. You’re what I need. I need you more than I need work, and I’ve never said that about anything.”

Jack swipes a hand over his face, crossing the room to come stand in front of you. “I was scared, I was being a fucking pussy. Worrying about what people would think, worrying about you.”

“I don’t need anyone to worry about me.” you state firmly.

“I know that. I know that. Please, give it another go with me. I won’t fuck it up. I won’t. I see what it’s like now. I see it. I hear it. Loud and clear.” he’s inches from your face, holding you at your hips.

You don’t move just yet. Your eyes scan his, you're used to his eye contact by now. You’re searching for any signs of lying, any signs of unseriousness, but there isn’t any. Jack gives you a sharp nod. His eyes are so sharp, you think that they could cut daggers into yours.

You swiftly nod back, just once. Up and down. And that’s all it takes.

Jack’s lips are on yours before you can inhale. All teeth and tongue, he wastes no time showing you how much he missed you. The grip at your hips tightens, and he pulls you closer to him, so that your hips grind against his. So that your stomach can feel his abs through the worn gray cotton t-shirt he has on. You try not to notice that it’s the shirt you would sleep in when you slept over, but you do. Because he’s a sentimental man, because he’s obviously been punishing himself with his memories of you.

He comes up for air and shakes his head at you. “Thank you.” he kisses you again.

“Thank me?” you query.

“Thank you for coming back. You know what I need.”

“You know what I need. I never had to fucking ask for anything. You just knew. Before I did.” you admit.

“You know me too. You know me better than anyone does, angel.”

You pull his face back to yours. Eager to feel his lips after a long five months.

He grabs your hips again, hoisting you up onto him. You wrap around his midsection. The friction from your jeans rubs you just right and you moan into Jack.

“Tell me more,” is all he says in response.

You groan. “I didn’t miss your old man jokes.”

“Yes you did, that’s why you’re here.”

He lays you back in the bed and doesn’t give you a chance to respond. The kisses become more fervent as he pushes the gym shorts off of himself. You make quick work of your jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down, along with your underwear.

You and Jack didn’t need to talk it through any more. You were on the same page. You just understood it. You two could go hours without speaking, and still say a million words to each other.

It’s like at work, all you had to do was shoot him a look and he understood. When a patient wasn’t going to make it, when something suspicious was going on, when something hysterical was going on, but you couldn’t laugh. You didn’t need words to convey how you were feeling. And if your eyes weren’t going to tell him tonight, your cunt definitely was. You could feel yourself dripping onto his sheets.

“I don’t think I have any condoms. I–” Jack’s eyes dance around his minimalistic bedroom.

“I don’t care. I’m clean, you’re clean. Please, I need it.”

Jack doesn’t need to be told twice. He lines himself up, groans at the wet spot on the bed. And then he goes in. One long, deep, thrust. He bottoms out. You throw your head back onto the pillows before you’re reminded of his ‘thing’. Your eyes snap up at him and he grins. A cheshire smile. One that you couldn’t forget if you tried.

His cock curves inside you like you’re two puzzle pieces. You clench around him until he has to ask you to let up.

He sets his pace. Long, deep, hard. Jack wasn’t one to fuck fast. He needed to enjoy it. To soak it all in. To feel you, to remember every inch of your walls. He wanted to always remember each individual fuck. What sets them apart? How did you look when you came this time versus the other fifty times? He once told you he thought about starting a sex journal so he could become the best at getting you off.

Jack has about zero thoughts in his head that don’t surround around making you finish. He wants it like a prisoner wants an escape. He feels like he just saw his parole officer and they set him free, or put him on house arrest, he’s sure he’s not completely out of the dog house, but none of that matters to him now.

He’s inside you, and you’re making the noises he’s dreamt about every night since you left. “That’s it, pretty girl. That’s it.”

You clench again, hard. “I wanna– fuck– be on top.”

He doesn’t respond, just flips you over.

You straddle his waist and he pulls you in closer, sucking on your pert nipple. Jack guides your hips up and down before giving into what he really wants to do.

Instead of moving you, he holds you still, opting to drive his cock up into you. You hiss, make a noise between a groan and a squeal. You bury your head into his shoulder and it moves you impossibly closer to him.

He shifts so that one arm has a hold of your waist. The other comes between your two bodies, searching for your clit. He finds it, without looking, and rubs sharp circles that follow his pace on it. Your head flies back.

“Fuck I’m—”

“Yup, me too, honey. C’mon, let me have it. Let it all go.”

You gasp at the feeling. It rushes out of you almost as soon as you recognize the tight knot in your stomach. You can’t control your noises anymore, and neither can Jack.

He comes with you, burying his cock into your heat. He groans, over and over, and then pants.

You hum against him, resting your sweaty forehead against his. He moves so he can place a kiss on yours, a sweet one, to tell you you’re okay.

Neither of you make any effort to move, pleased to stay intertwined after being separated.

“What was his name?”

“Here come the questions. Can’t you let me enjoy this?”

“Never,” Jack quips. He shoots you a look, waiting for his answer.

“His name is Jack.”

His face turns pale, all jokes leave his brain, “You went on a date with someone who has my name?”

“I thought it would make the transition easier! I was hoping you wouldn’t ask!” you shake your head in shame.

“How old was he?”

“Oh my god. That I am not answering. It doesn’t matter. The whole time I just thought about you, and your bullshit excuses for ending it. Telling me I need someone younger, c’mon.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”

“Forgotten. We’re here now. Just don’t ever fucking do it again. I hate working day shift.” your face lights up. “Is that how you found out? Did Robby say something to you?”

Your mouth falls open at Jack’s cackling.

“So old men gossip too, got it. This is fucked.”

Jack shakes his head at you, calms himself down. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re here.”

“You don’t have to. I know.”

#jack abbot x reader #dr abbot x reader #jack abbot smut #jack abbot #jack abbot fanfic #the pitt fanfiction #jack ⋆⁺₊❅. ㅤ

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tddyhyck · 3 months ago

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sudden urges [ l.dh ]

pt 1 (can be read as a stand alone)

pairing ⇢ enemies with benefits!haechan x afab!reader

warnings ⇢ 18+, car sex, squirting, wet & messy, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral (m receiving), light nipple play (kinda), food play (ig), unprotected sex, oppa kink, crying, mean names and pet names, pussy slapping, hair pulling, cheating/affairs mentioned, creepy old man mentioned

word count ⇢ 6.9k

playlist ⇢ red line_5sos / turn your phone off_pinkpantheress & destroy lonely / sweet as sin_ten / bite_troye sivan

a/n ⇢ how do we feel about 1 more regular part and then maybe a part from hyuck’s pov?? also, in my world hyuck is the readers oppa so it’s not really a kink all the time

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you didn’t want to call him but you didn’t really have anyone else who you could call. well you did but he was the first person you felt like talking to. which wasn’t how it was supposed to work. shivering on the curb while your finger hovered over his name on the screen. sighing you tapped it crossing your fingers and toes that he picked up.

“hey,” he whispered lazily as if he didn’t pick up halfway through the first ring.

“uh hey,” you poked at a hole in your tights.

“miss me?”

“can you come get me?” you blurted before he could even finish. the line was silent for a moment then you heard rustling.

“send me your location.” you breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing as you pulled the phone away to send a quick message. the line was still silent while you waited for it to say read.

“what are you doing over there?” you could practically see his face, eyebrow quirked up and jaw tense big brown eyes staring through you.

“just had to drop some papers off.” it was half true. you did ride the bus over and drop off a stack of papers to your professor.

“that’s all?”

“stop interrogating me, goddd,” you groaned, tugging the hole on your tights, ripping it more. “i’ll tell you when i see you.”

“i’ll be there in 5 i guess.” you heard keys jingle.

“i’m on the sidewalk near building F,” you offered.

“he just made you wait outside? what an ass can’t even drive you home and leaves you to sit outside in the snow?” haechan grumbled into the phone.

“he uh,” you pause realizing how bad it was about to sound.

“wife?” he simply asked. you’d only talked to haechan before about it mainly because he always pried and because you didn’t want lectures from everyone else. there wasn’t a desire to make him like you so you didn’t hide the bad things from him.

the professor was married and you knew that from the beginning, but he had swore they were separated. you believed him until his wife invited half the department to a dinner party where she flashed heart eyes and he doted on her. it made you sick, she was maybe a few years older than you while he pushed retirement.

it wasn’t that you felt obligated to agree when he asked but he was the one giving you credit hours and promising to write recommendations. when he first approached you it made you feel special and admired like you were a four leaf clover picked in a field. now it didn’t feel so special when you realized he did this all the time.

“unhuh,” you murmured. the line stayed silent and you could hear him turning on a blinker “thanks for coming. i didn’t want to bother anyone, they're all so stressed and losing their minds over that exam.” it wasn’t a lie they were prepping for an exam, but for some reason you wanted him to distract you with banter.

“i took the bus though you know, and brought like the biggest stack of papers i finally finished grading. but it stopped running- the bus, guess it was the weather.” you tried to fill the silence rambling on about nothing.

“didn’t think i would take so long, but i had to bring them by i dunno why he makes me. it’s so much easier to just file them away in the office but he always has me come by so he can check them. like i’m incompetent. i wrote the key so i would know.”

“because he wants to fuck you.” haechan mumbles.

“huh?” you ask.

“i’m here.” he pulls into the parking lot and hangs up. you shiver when you stand up before he pulls up in front of you. opening the door you slide in savoring the warmth.

“what did you say?” you question before putting your bag down.

“i said he wants to fuck you. that’s why he makes you bring some bullshit papers.” he rests his elbow on the window leaning his head on his hand looking at you lazily. he turns the heat up while you buckle your seatbelt.

“i know that but he won’t give me the credit unless i bring them by,” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

“that’s so fucked up. you should report him.” he eases off the brake pulling away from the sidewalk.

“it’s not a big deal.” you sigh still picking at the hole on your leg. “it’s just sex.”

“is he better than me? actually if he is don’t tell me,” you roll your eyes hitting his chest.

“shut up,” you shift in your seat.

“well is he?” he smirks, coming to a stop, looking over at you, hands low on the steering wheel. you shrug but he can read the answer on your face. he reaches over, snapping his fingers in your face and pointing to his own.

“i asked you if he fucks you better than me,” he emphasizes.

“no,” you mumble, looking away again. you know he’s smiling to himself gloating.

“where do you wanna go? are you hungry?” you shrug in response, cheeks pink from your admission. “ice cream?”

“can we eat it at the park?” you ask perking up at the thought of a cool and creamy sweet treat.

“of course.” he turns the wheel heading to your favorite ice cream spot. “can’t believe you want that when it’s like, negative degrees.”

“my love for ice cream is greater than my desire to be warm. plus we’re in a car you have heat we’re fine.”

“can’t believe he made you sit out in this,” he motions with a hand to the sky. grey and dreary, clouds full of snow and sleet that had been spilling periodically throughout the day.

“she would have seen me.”

“well he should have thought of that before asking you to come over. what if you get sick or hurt or someone snatchesd you. then who will grade his papers?” you roll your eyes at his dramatics. he pulls into the familiar parking lot, the neon sign bright but missing the i-c-e so it just says “homemade cream.” he pulls in behind a car already waiting at the window.

“probably some other pretty but stupid girl. it doesn’t matter i’m fine and you picked me up.” you grin nudging his shoulder. “did i wake you up?”

“well not exactly i was going to nap but then my phone rang and this hot girl was on the line all like ‘oppaaaaa please can you come get me from this evil villains house and take me for ice cream and can you pay for it pleaseee ooooppa.’” you gawk at him mimicking your voice quite well for what it’s worth.

“i do not sound like that,” you groan, hitting him again.

“you kinda do though,” he grins, releasing your wrist.

“so you think i’m hot?” you smirk teasingly lean close to him.

“no i just hang out with you because of your personality,” you hit him again, but he grabs your hand when it meets his chest. you rip away before he can interlace your fingers.

“if you keep hitting me i’m gonna hit you back and that would look bad to future employers.” he turns away as you smile, listening to him give the order. strawberry on a cone for you as always and a hot coffee for him. when the worker leaves you lean forward chin on his shoulder.

“i like it when you hit me sometimes,” you whisper. you swear you can feel the hair on his neck stand up. “you know down there.”

“shut up,” he nudges you away before the worker brings his card and receipt then leaves again to make the order.

“just being honest, oppa,” popping the p sound before running fingers over his knee. he jerks, bouncing the leg and brushing your hand away. you huff, air blowing on his ear making him shiver. the window opens and he grabs your ice cream, passing it to you before he grabs his drink with a thank you.

“mmmm,” you moan when you taste the ice cream. sweet and creamy and perfect.

“look at the sign,” pointing to the burnt neon with a grin.

“you know a thing or two about homemade cream,” grinning he taps your leg.

“and you know a thing or two about begging for it.” you smile to yourself, leaning back in the seat crossing your legs.

“begging seems dramatic doesn’t it?” he questions. you grab your phone ready to find the familiar voice memo he had sent you. you up your volume fully before pressing play.

‘heyyyyy, i’m like so fucked up right now,’ he tries to grab your phone as his voice plays from it. ‘i’m walking to your place at least i think i am. fuckk- are you even awake. i’ll sit outside, i don't care.’

“turn it off, oh my god,” he groans, one hand clenching on the wheel while the other presses against his ear..

“nuhuh.”

‘i had a dream about you. i think it was a dream i don’t know. um, wait but there was you, you were there and you finally rode my tongue. i want you to so bad. you’re too freaky to not ride my face at least once. do i need to beg on my knees for it?’

“you’re evil,” wincing as he hears his slurred voice playing back.

‘if i do will you? please. you taste so good and fuck - like so good. now i’m thinking about it. getting hard like a loser over thinking about pussy.’

“i sound so pathetic.”

“yeah you do. it’s hot.” grinning before taking another swipe at your ice cream.

‘shit - anyways uh i’m coming over i know you’re alone. at least i think you are… what if you have a guy in your bed. i’ll jump out of your window then when you look at him you’ll get sad. that’s fucked up but i want you alllll to myself sometimes.’

you turn the audio off before he starts professing his feelings. you’d never talked about the last few minutes of the voicemail. a quiet acknowledgment of the open secret between you both. you weren’t actually sure if he remembered all that he said.

that night you’d opened the door to him on his knees begging for you, but he fell asleep on your couch 10 minutes later with a silly look on his face.

“i still want you to ride my face,” he admits.

“you’re obsessed with eating pussy.” you laugh into your ice cream.

“is it such a crime to love your pussy?” raising his hands after parking in your usual spot turning the car off.

“we’d all be arrested if it was.”

“we can share handcuffs.” he offered a wrist to you and you held yours next to his.

“not the first time,” you tease as you pull away. you tug the lever beside you leaning your seat all the way back and kick your feet up on the dash.

“hey hey no shoes on my baby i just got her detailed,” he scolds grabbing your ankles and lugging you off. groaning, you lift your feet and rest them over his lap.

“yeah i didn’t care about these sweats anyways,” he deadpans looking at your shoes.

“they’re not muddy,” you say, pulling your legs away before reaching down to pull the shoes off. you put your now shoeless feet on his lap again and he doesn’t complain. silence settles for a moment aside for him sipping his coffee and you licking your ice cream contentedly.

“how long are you stuck grading his papers?”

“eh maybe two months. i hope he gets sick of me before then.”

“unlikely.” he mutters to himself, reaching up he fiddles with the sunroof, opening the shutter letting in the orange glow of the street light.

“do you think his wife knows?” he turns his head at your question. “she’s got to right? he probably did the same thing to her too.”

“do you want her to know?” the ice cream is melting too quickly.

“maybe. i don’t know. what’s better? it would be best if they were in an open relationship and she knew but was okay with it.”

“well that’s best case,” he leans his own seat back looking over at you at eye level.

“worst case?”

“she knows and hates you?” he suggests, making you groan.

“she’s so sweet too. fuck, i’m so terrible.” you close your eyes not wanting to look at his.

“he’s a manipulative geriatric asshole and you were vulnerable and naive. he’s terrible for taking advantage of all these girls.” he reassures, patting your arm softly. a weird moment of humanity between both of you.

“i’m not going over again.” you announce.

“good girl,” he pats your head now.

“don’t do that.”

“what?”

“be nice.” he laughs a real full belly laugh and it makes your stomach twinge weirdly.

“i’m soooo nice.” he looks up out of the car sunroof.

“yeah and i'm a worm,” you roll your eyes and his hand slides over your leg he laughs again

“you think i'm mean,” he pouts, poking your leg.

“name one time you were nice to me?”

“hmm,” he pauses a finger tapping his chin before he leans over cupping your ear to whisper. “what about the time i made you cu-“

“lalalala i can’t hear you,” you cut him off, pushing his face away.

“you need new tights,” still smiling as he prods at one of the holes in the sheer material covering your skin.

“you don’t think it gives me an edge?” lifting your leg slightly showing off the ripped black fabric.

“you don’t need an edge, you're mean enough.” you fein surprise trying to kick him but he grabs your leg before you can. squeezing your thigh when he pulls it against his warm body.

“you think i’m mean?” you copy him.

“i can name at least 100 instances.” you roll your eyes. “ok, just one?” he grins over at you before saying.”probably when we met and you called me the hunchback of notre dame.”

“but it made you work on your posture.” you point out. he nods in response. “you were just as mean, i only said that after you said i looked like helga from hey arnold.”

“you were wearing that same pink outfit,” he defends.

“i was a powerpuff girl,” you grumble.

“how’s the ice cream?”

“devine.” he’s looking over at you with big stupid brown eyes. staring back at him you lick over the remaining creamy treat. swirling over the cone collecting the pink cream on your tongue. you’re being overly provocative letting some of the ice cream slide out of your mouth and onto your lips.

“if it’s so good don’t let it go to waste.” thumb brushes over the drip, swiping it into your mouth. you don’t hesitate to suck the melted strawberry off of his finger moaning at the taste. he pulls away spit sticking to his thumb before he licks it. he’s so disgustingly gross and sexy it’s annoying. what light that shines from the sunroof makes him look too golden, too delicious, too warm.

“so sweet,” he sighs. big brown eyes still watching you when you wrap your lips around what’s now a sad hill instead of a full scoop.

“can i have some?” before you can answer he leans in grabbing your face pulling you to meet him. his tongue laps into your mouth collecting the cool sweet liquid. it makes you burn, hot cheek in his hand as he leads you. turning your head to deepen the kiss. the melting treat drips over your fingers as his lips melt into yours.

using the hand that is still on your leg, now gripping the flesh, he pulls you over. settling you on top of him, mouths still open exchanging hot breaths and spit. pulling away you sit back feeling the bulge pressed against you. catching your breath as you look down at him, lips red and puffy, eyes dazed. you press a finger to them to see how soft they are and he licks your digit.

“do you want some more?” moving to switch your hands. bringing the pink sticky fingers to his lips. he sucks them greedily, tongue splitting your fingers licking between them lewdly. watching as you grind against him, knees pressed tightly on his sides while he holds your hips. trailing your fingers from his mouth you slide them over his lips and down his chin. slippery still from his spit you move them finger painting his neck.

“did you fuck him?” it catches you off guard but you keep your fingers on his neck feeling his pulse under them. “like today did you?”

“no. he-“ you pause, deciding if you should share. “he came in his pants and then his wife called.” haechan laughs hard, making you shake on him.

“what a fucking loser.”

“why do you ask?” you bring the messy cone to your mouth again tasting what’s left.

“i don’t want to sound weird.”

“tell me,” you pout bouncing on him. he groans, squeezing your hips to stop you. you can feel his growing hardness against your inner thigh and it makes you clench.

“is it jealous if i say i don’t want to fuck you if he just did. i don’t want my dick near his.” he offers.

“who said we were going to fuck?” raising an eyebrow at him.

“please, mommy,” he whimpers, sitting up face in yours, clasping his hands making puppy dog eyes.

“stupid,” you mumble, pushing his face away, head hitting the seat with a thud.

“can i be honest?” he nods eagerly, hair bouncing against the headrest.

“i don’t even know the last time we did. he keeps nutting before i even get his pants off. plus it’s kinda small, no hate to the micros but like,” you pause using your finger to measure around 4 inches.

“it’s not doing anything.” he’s giggling under you again, this time his cock pressing against you with each shake of his body. you can feel the wetness slipping from you pooling in your tights.

“god, how can a guy like him be married and seduce beautiful young women while having a fast finishing micro. double homicide but he gets rewards.” he shakes his head.

“money,” you rub your fingers together.

“so i’m bigger?”

“obviously.” you roll your eyes finishing the last of your ice cream at least what hasn’t turned to soup.

“so let’s see.” you lean back putting the cone in the spare cup holder. he peaks under your skirt noticing your lack of panties.

“see what?” you watch him stare between your legs so you flip the skirt up for him. “this?”

“don’t distract me.” he closes his eyes, pressing his head back. “i can fuck you better, have a way bigger dick, and buy you ice cream.” he counts each “pro” on his fingers.

“what’s your point?” reaching for his lifted fingers you pull them to your core rubbing them over your tights.

“just that.” he pauses moving his fingers against you letting the seam of your tights brush against you cunt. “i’m a much better option.”

“like to date?” you laugh loudly but continue grinding down seeking more of his touch. you don’t catch the way his eyes dull at your reaction. the idea of him being more than whatever he was to you a joke. he could still dream and dwell on you for hours and days and weeks.

“ew no, just to do these activities,” he replies his other hand slithering over your ass.

“yeah we hate each other, remember?” you smirk down at him as he grabs your ass kneading the flesh.

“oh yeah sorry. don’t let me forget how much i despise you.” he groans pressing the tips of his digits against the tights. moaning when the seam catches against your clit again, you grind down.

“wouldn’t be so fun if we liked each other, or something.” breath catching in your throat as he swirls around your clit. you don’t see the way he looks up at you when you say that. he wonders if you can tell. it makes him mad the way your so oblivious to his affection for you.

“yeah people who like each other don’t do this.” he moves his other hand to your center, gripping the tights and yanking. the middle seam tears easily exposing your cunt to the cool air of the car.

“haechan,” you squeal. “i liked these.” you pout slapping his arm. he keeps going sliding his fingers between your lower lips, collecting slick.

“i told you.” he pauses a finger teasing over your entrance, tapping your waiting hole. “you need new ones.” he fucks a digit into you hard. you whine as he begins to flick his wrist curling the pad of his middle finger into you.

“but i liked these,” whining and digging your nails into his shoulders.

“you can keep them.” his fingers are fast moving to curl against your sweet spot. “wear them for me.”

“i hate you,” voice shaky as you grind down, his palm pressing against your clit.

“i know,” he leans up, lips ghosting over your neck. using his other hand he unzips your oversized hoodie making you shiver.

“i do. fucking hate you,” you moan when he bites your now exposed skin. you grab his hair in response, tugging him away.

“tell me all about it baby, let it out,” he looks up at you. finger working faster in you.

“hate when you look at me like that,” you whimper, closing your eyes, savoring the ghost of his thumb over your clit.

“what about this?” thumb rubbing circles around you swollen bud while his finger continues curling inside of you. grip tightening on his shoulder and in his hair with a gasp.

“hate it,” peeking down watching his wrist flicking fast and hard. your tummy tightens hearing the squelch of your cunt filling the car.

“and this?” he has that grin on his face watching you melt in his hands like your ice cream when he adds a second finger.

“so much,” you whimper. “hate it so much.”

“poor baby. let it out,” he licks over your neck nibbling lightly at the bare skin. the heat spreading over your tummy feeling the knot tightening. so close and you want it.

“hate me so much you’re gonna cum?” he tuts. you hate him you really do. his hand slithers pulling the top of your camisole down letting your breast spill out. squeezing the flesh before pinching your nipple. clenching around his fingers at the tug of his pointer and thumb on the hard nub.

“you think about me when you’re alone, don't you?” he questions, thumbing your nipple and clit at the same time, sending shockwaves through you. “gushing in your panties when you think about how much you hate your oppa?”

“fingering your cunt wishing it was me?” his words make your toes curl more than his fingers. you’d never admit it to him, your mind trailing to him when you can’t sleep. opening yourself up imagining he was there telling you dirty things. your vibrator is fine but he’s so much better.

“or do you hump your pillow thinking about me? it’s not as good is it?” you shake your head mouth opened gasping.

“leaves you wanting more? wanting your oppa’s cock to help you.” his words pull you closer. you bounce on his hand chasing the release.

“moaning for your oppa all alone.” leaving open mouth kisses along your neck when he whispers, “gonna let it out for your oppa?”

“hate you,” releasing onto his fingers with a whine cunt tightening around them. your fingers tug at his hair and he moans into your neck slowing his hand but still slowly pumping into you. thumb still swirling around your nipple when you look down watching the slow flick of his wrist and see the wet spot on his sweats.

“don’t tell me you came in your pants too?” you tease, breathily.

“all you, sweet cheeks,” pulling his fingers out sticky string connecting to your pussy as more slick dribbles out onto the grey material. he brings them to his lips savoring your taste on his tongue. his other hand falls from your chest settling on your tummy rubbing circles with his thumb. your tit still hanging out as you release the grip you had on him your fingers quickly find his waistband. pulling down the fabric you release his cock.

“no panties?” looking up at him grinning as he leans back head resting on his arms.

“i was trying to be fast.” you take his cock in your hands pumping the length. pushing your ass back to bend down and take him in your mouth. he hisses between his teeth when you wrap your lips around his tip. bobbing your head he reaches down to brush your hair out of your face. you pull back releasing him before spitting messily onto his cock.

“fuck,” he groans as your hand speeds up using your spit and his precum to glide over his length. you look up at him through your lashes watching him bite his lip. he stares back at you, before taking him back in your mouth, sucking him slowly.

“you’re so fucking hot,” gripping your hair with his voice raspy. “i hate you too,” his hips buck when you laugh, mouth vibrating around him. continuing you bob your head letting his cock bump the back of your throat when your nose touches his pelvis. you linger swallowing around him.

“fuck fuck fuck,” he groans, using your hair to pull you away. releasing his cock with spit dripping out of your mouth onto his pants. his chest heaves your hand lazily pumping his length. you wipe your mouth before sitting back up. you wiggle forward on him sitting so your cunt presses against his member.

“do you have condoms,” you turn rummaging in the glove box.

“maybe,” he mumbles, watching the way the head of his cock disappears between your folds.

“bro,” you lift a pair of your panties from the box.

“oh yeah you left those,” he says nonchalantly, holding your hips dragging you over his cock. rolling your eyes, continuing to look, attempting to ignore the hardness bumping your sensitive clit, searching for a foil packet but only finding ketchup.

“can we just do it raw?” you side eye him contemplating. “i’ll pull out.”

“it’s gonna be messy.” you sigh, shutting the compartment.

“you like it that way,” his eyes are staring between you. you're grinding on him without his help so he moves his hand to spread your pussy watching the slick coat his member. a mischievous look on his face when he tugs at the ripped tights opening them more.

“hey,” you shriek, slapping his hand. he doesn’t flinch, hands laying across your thighs as he moves his thumb to lift the head of his cock against your clit, groaning at the pressure. you keep your pace hips rocking back and forth. you grip the hem of his shirt pushing it up on his chest.

“shit,” he whimpers, precum pumping from the slit as he grabs your hips to stop you.

“up,” you lift yourself shimmying forward. he holds himself guiding to your entrance and lifting his own hips while you slide down. you groan in unison when you sit fully. you don’t move for a second savoring the fill of his cock. but his impatient hips jump, jostling you over him, making you double over.

“fuck,” you whimper leaning over him hands under his shirt, your hair falling in his face. you push against him, nails digging into his skin and start riding him. ass slapping against his grey sweatpants any sound muted by the fabric. the head of his cock bumping your sweet spot with every bounce.

he reaches around gripping your ass using what’s left of your tights to move you up and down faster, deeper. moans fill the car along with ripping fabric beside the building steam.

“so deep,” you whine. he leans up, hips meeting yours, face now only centimeters away. you shriek when his hand slaps against your ass.

“like it when i hit you down there,” he repeats your stupid comment from earlier has him hitting your skin again. he grips your tights pulling you up and down on him.

“i meant,” you lean away pushing on his chest for leverage with one hand the other going to your clit. “here.” you wince slapping softly over your sensitive bud.

“let me try again,” his hair falls in his face and he leans into you. his mouth latching onto your nipple and slapping your clit harshly. you shake overwhelmed by the suction on your chest, repeated hits to your g-spot, and slick fingers thrumming your clit.

“there?” he asks, releasing your nipple while still tonguing the bud. you nod furiously, tears building in your eyes overwhelmed.

“aww don’t cry little doll,” he teases using his teeth to pull the other side of your top down before sucking the nipple into his mouth.

“so much,” you whimper, hands threading in his hair roughly.

“thought that was how you hated me?” his breath is so hot like the tears you feel on your cheeks. he continues pounding into you, hips driving deeper with each thrust.

“yeah,” you can’t form a thought just his hands, and his tongue, and his fingers, and his cock, his dick, him, him, him.

“cat got your tongue,” tugging your bottom lip. you mumble nothing but everything at the same time feeling yourself come undone slowly but all at once. whining again when his tongue laps at your nipple. his fingers swirl quickly on your clit.

“s’ full,” you moan. he slaps your clit again making you shake clenching tightly around him.

“oppa’s cock to much for you?” you shake you head, core tightening as your release approaches faster and faster.

“want it,” you whine, nodding mouth opened spit dribbling down your chin, cock drunk.

“gonna cum because you hate me again?” he grins up at you. you squeeze around him in response, hearing him hiss. speeding up his finger on your clit sending you over the edge.

“oppa,” you whimper, arching into his hold as you cum. hot pleasure fills your body as your hips jerk. pussy pulsing around him but he doesn’t slow down continuously bumping your sweet spot over and over.

“let it out for your oppa,” cooing, he feels the puddle growing on his pants. the pads of his fingers don’t stop causing your release to spray over his lower half.

“oh my god,” you whimper leaning into his shoulder. hips shuddering as he still moves in you.

“you’re so tight,” your cunt still squeezing around him as he slows. heavy breathing into his neck while you come down he slowly ruts into you. finally pulling back looking at the mess you made on him.

“sorry,” you whimper, overstimulated from the fullness.

“it’s fucking hot,” he replies as you push him back to the seat. he looks pretty brown eyes blown wide and staring up at you, his hair sticking to his forehead. you’re determined to have him fill you up. suddenly needy for his hot cum in you. your fingers move the hem of his shirt farther up, pads brushing his nipples making him shiver.

“what are you doing?” you start moving your hips again, swiveling them.

“what does it look like?” you deadpan fingers pinching his nubs. he whines head tipping back with closed eyes.

“cum in me.” you whisper against his stomach. tongue flicking over his sticky skin as you bounce on him. he peers down at you watching you slither up his chest before tonguing his nipple.

“fuck,” he whimpers biting his lip. his hands holding your hips start to pull you up and down on him. quivering from sensitivity with each drag of his cock.

“nuhuh,” you move your hands to stop his. “let me.” you lift your ass up before slapping back down the squelch and slap of skin fills the car. your hands hold his wrists hovering over your skin, but he reaches for you needily.

“wanna fuck you.” you whine flicking his nipple with your tongue. “make you cum.” pausing licking up his chest to his collarbone. “fill me up, oppa,” you whisper into his ear.

he’s keening at every word and every squeeze of your tight cunt around him. pulling back, releasing his hands, using yours to press l against the steamy window for leverage and the other finding your clit.

“feels so good, oppa,” you whine when his cock hits your sweet spot again. he finally moves his hands using his thumbs to spread your pussy watching the sticky connection as his cock disappears in you.

“fuck i’m gonna cum,” he groans as you pull him closer to the edge.

“cum for me oppa,” you whimper fingers circling your clit and nipple.

“love it when oppa fills up my cunt,” hips fucking into you and his head falls back as he pumps hot seed into you with a moan. you keep moving your hips, milking his cock. letting the tip abuse your insides trying to cum again.

“unhuh,” you whine, overstimulating him as his cum starts to slip out of you. it sticks to your inner thighs, strings connecting you.

“shit, stop, fuck,” he grabs your hips stopping your movements.

“i’m so close though,” you whine, fingers still padding against your clit. he pulls you off of him with a groan, cock lazily slapping onto his pelvis. you move your fingers fucking two into your puffy pussy but it’s not enough it never is.

“help me,” you whine and he adds a finger beside yours fucking into your cunt pumping his load back into you. you bounce down meeting creamy digits as he curls them.

“let me show you,” he coos using his finger to push the tips of your own into you making you moan instantly.

“it’s gonna,” you moan out, gripping his wrist. “come out.”

“what happened to that tight little cunt? did oppa fuck you loose?” you whimper and he adds a second finger watching your hole swallow four fingers with ease. the pads of his fingers helping you curl yours, pressing just right. you feel so close just a little more you think rubbing your clit faster and harder.

“fuck i’m,” your hips start to shake. “i’m.” you can’t finish, crying out.

“one more time, for your oppa,” he directs more than asks.

you garble out curses as you cum. squirting onto your hands and his spent cock. your wrist slowing but he keeps going coaxing the streams out of you. you can’t think of anything, your body buzzing and shivering with waves of pleasure. it feels like it’s never going to end each bump of your own fingers inside you makes you spill more.

“no more, can’t,” you mumble, grabbing for him. mind numb and cunt pulsing out small dribbles.

“so greedy,” he tells you, pulling out with you, one final spurt hitting his dick. you lay your hand on his thigh but he slaps your cunt making you cry. his sticky fingers rubbing against you slowly. he feels what’s left of his cum start to pool on his fingers, mixing with all you gave him.

cupping his fingers he scoops it from you making you quiver again. before he can move his hands you grab his wrist pulling his fingers to your mouth slurping the mixture onto your tongue.

“fuck,” he hisses, watching you diligently sucking every drop from him. “so fucking nasty.”

sitting back on his thighs with a huff looking down to inspect the damage. his pants are practically dark grey now and his shirt even has damp spots. your fingers spread your lips so you can peak at your pussy, wet and swollen still slightly pulsing.

“i gotta put some towels or something in here. this is like the fourth time.” you giggle pushing your hair out of your face.

“sorry,” you puff.

“next time i'm just going to open the door and let you make a mess on the pavement.” you roll your eyes but the thought of him holding you up for anyone to watch while you squirt makes you tingle.

“you're so freaky. don’t tell me you want me to,” he reads your mind.

“shut up,” you push him away.

“next time i’ll just bend you over the hood.” you whine legs squeezing his. your both still catching your breath the air in the car hot and muggy. you groan as you slide from his lap into your seat.

“i’m going to have to get her detailed again.” he mutters looking between your legs where the slick rubs on his seat.

“sorry,” you grin. he looks around to see if anyone is outside but it’s empty. he always parks far away from the entrance, behind the permanently closed pool. it’s rare that anyone pulls up near you. he tucks himself in his ruined sweats lifting his hips to pull them up before opening the door. the rush of cool air hits you, making you close your legs quickly.

haechan rummages in the trunk, he did keep towels and a change of clothes. after the first time you made a mess he secretly stockpiled items for you. a sweater here, some pants there, a duplicate of your favorite blanket.

he pulls out one of his sweatshirts, tugging his own shirt off, tossing it in a small basket he put back there. he shivered pulling the clean one on quickly. he grabbed two towels before walking back to the door handing you one.

“i thought you didn’t keep towels in here?” you question grabbing the towel and shifting it under you.

“i’m not known for telling the truth.” he wipes over his seat cleaning up the mess. he walks back to the trunk as you lean your head against the seat, sighing.

he puts the towel on top of his shirt, grabbing wipes and two pairs of sweatpants he closes the trunk with an elbow.

“here,” his voice makes you open your eyes. he’s holding wipes up and you grab them. pulling them out you wipe over his seat, he’s standing outside swiftly pulling off his pants. you look up his ass in your face and you can’t resist slapping it.

“b word,” he shrieks, turning to you, almost falling, he hopes on one leg, tugging the pants over his shoes. his refusal to call you a bitch makes you laugh. he’s so tender.

“hey you can only call me that during sex,” you scold.

“that seems like the last place i should call you that,” he points out, stepping into the sweats.

“but i like it,” you pout, closing the wipes watching him jump into his pants.

“because you,” leaning in before tapping a finger on your nose. “are a freak.” you bite at his finger but he pulls away too quickly grabbing something off the roof.

“here,” he holds your own pants to you.

“i’ve been looking for these,” you groan, ripping them from his hands. “how long have you had these?” he shrugs getting back into his seat. not bothering with your tights you slip your skirt down letting it pool on the floorboard. he sits his seat back up starting the car again and blasting the heat. you pull the pants over your legs enjoying the soft warm fabric.

“why do you have my pants,” you prod poking his side.

“in case you needed them,” he states plainly.

“awww you’re so sweet,” you pinch his cheek. “do you like me or something?”

“gross,” he blurts, side eyeing you. “do you want me to drop you at your place?”

“please,” you respond, scrolling on your phone. the car is quiet except for the heat blowing through the vents. “thanks for picking me up by the way, and the ice cream.”

“no worries,” he mumbles, turning the wheel.

“do you have more of my clothes?” you open the glove box pulling your panties out.

“just some leggings and shit in the trunk,” he tells you casually.

“why are you stealing from me,” you sigh, making him chuckle.

“i’ll just get pee pads instead. is that better?”

“god that’s weird. i never do that with anyone else,” you admit.

“wait what?” he stops at a light, looking at you grinning.

“i mean i’ve come close but never like,” you pause motioning, “that. the first time was with you.” you see his ego growing beneath his skin already regretting what you said.

“you’re saying only my dick, my fingers, my tongue can get you like that,” he’s smiling to himself and it’s so annoying you want to slap him and kiss him. you shake your head, getting the last thought out of your head.

“don’t get a big head or anything. i shouldn’t have said it.” you roll your eyes picking at fuzz on your pants.

“if it helps you’re the only one who can make me cum by just playing with my nipples.”

“i’m sure you can do that all by yourself.”

“i’ve tried.” he says flatly.

“you’re too impatient. you just want to nut as fast as possible when you’re alone.”

“well duh why would i want to drag it out if i’m alone and not playing with you. i don’t even jerk off that much anymore, i just edge myself for you.” you dwell on what he said. he makes it sound like you’re the only one he’s hooking up with.

“you don’t edge yourself for-“

“no.” he interrupts you before you can start listing people. “i don’t hook up with anyone else.”

“what?”

“i don’t hook up with anyone else.” he repeats.

“i dunno, that’s a little too intimate, haechan,” you tease, trying to seem like you don’t care. part of you wants to think about what it actually means and another part wants to ignore him and be oblivious.

“is it? i like being intimate with you,” he meets your eyes quickly, fingers crawling up your leg.

“that sounds so serious,” you breathe deeply.

“don’t tell me you didn’t like that?” recalling how you felt less than 15 minutes ago. squeezing your legs together and your eyes closed. “i know you. you hate that i do, but i know how i make you feel. i’m confident in that.”

you stay quiet the only sound coming from the heat and wheels on pavement. his hand still rests on your thigh, fingers softly thrumming. you don’t really have an answer or any witty remark. he’s right. he does know your body better than anyone you have ever been with. you hate to admit he knows you better too. reading your mind with ease and his humor is just as dirty and weird. deep down you know how you feel for him but you can’t, it breaks the unspoken rule between you too.

“why do you have to be so,” you groan, his hand smooths over your leg.

“i think you know how i feel about you,” he mutters, turning onto you street.

“huh,” you heard him.

“we’re here,” he pulls up beside your apartment.

“thanks,” you whisper, grabbing your bag and shoving your panties in. opening the door and haechan rolls the window down as you slam the door.

“don’t forget,” he holds your skirt up and you grab it from him.

“thanks.”

“good night.”

“good night, and just so you know, i don’t know how you feel about me.” you tell him, pulling back before turning to walk to your door. you want to look back and see his face but you get your keys out and turn them in the lock.

he sits watching you turn the door knob and disappear into your house. he sighs, eyes closing and leaning his head back rubbing his eyes with his palms.

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afroslacks · 2 months ago

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So Good Part 1/?

Sugar Daddy! Elijah "Smoke" Moore x Black! Reader

Don't Copy My Work 😐

Elijah “Smoke” Moore has been my main squeeze—AKA sugar daddy—for the past year. I’m a twenty-one-year-old college girl just trying to get some money. When he DM’d me on Instagram wanting some company, I was surprised, but also intrigued.

“Hello, lil mama.”

“Hi, how can I help you?”

“You can help me by allowing me the pleasure of enjoying your company.”

“Mhm, why do you want my company?”

“Because I see a pretty thing, and I want to spoil her.”

“Send a picture of what you look like.”

Once he sent over a picture—mustache and beard combo, head full of waves, a gold chain to match, and drop-dead gorgeous features—I was instantly hooked. My roommate Tracey chimed in, “Damn, he looks good,” causing me to jump in surprise—I hadn’t even noticed her. I whipped my head around. “Girl, make your presence known! I almost punched you. "Tracey scoffed, waving a hand in my face. “Explain who that fine chocolate is on your phone.”I turned back to focus on my screen. “Just some guy who wants my attention." Tracey laughed. “But that isn’t new—all the guys want your attention." I smacked my lips. “Well, this guy wants my company in exchange for spoiling me.”“Oh, so a sugar daddy,” Tracey realized. “Yeah. I’ll let you know what happens,” I promised, trying to get back to my conversation.

My roommate walked away. “Well, I’ll be watching Bad Girls Club. See you later.”

Four months later, it’s been nothing but sugar baby bliss. Smoke has this way of making you feel cherished—he really enjoys taking care of me. He’s quiet and shy, but he’s oh-so-sweet. Just the way I like it. I don’t want a man who does too much—but I want him to do a lot when it comes to us.

In public, Smoke gives off a tough persona, but people don’t know he’s a lover—and I’ll keep that secret. It’s summer vacation, and he’s been taking me around the world and treating me like a princess. We’re currently at the mall, shopping just for fun.

“Where do you want to go shopping first, baby?” he asks, pulling me closer by the waist.

I scrunch up my face while thinking, then spot a Jimmy Choo sign and immediately drag Smoke along. He’s always been good at giving me the space to explore without interfering—treating me like I’m not one.

We walk deeper into the store and spot a mini couch for him to sit on.

“Go take a seat, baby. Get comfortable,” I suggest, softly rubbing his back as he towers over me. His pretty brown eyes never leave mine.

Before he sits, he leans down and plants a kiss on my full lips. He slowly opens his mouth, requesting tongue as we get lost in our kisses. Moments later, I pull away, distracted.

“We’re getting carried away,” I admit, gently pushing back. “I’m sorry, baby,” I say, feeling guilty.

Smoke’s eyes never leave mine as he sits down, biting his lip and smirking a little. “It’s alright, baby. You’ll make it up to me later,” he promises, then pulls out his phone to handle business—work and investments and all that.

I explore the store for an hour before I find four pairs of shoes I want.

“Baby, I’m ready to get out of here.”

Smoke puts his phone away, rises from his seat—his gold chain swinging—and grabs the shoes in one hand and my smaller hand in the other.

“Let’s go, lil mama.”

After we leave Jimmy Choo, we stop by a local jewelry store. Elijah’s been dying to get me some jewelry. As I walk in, I take in the all-white displays filled with gorgeous pieces and bright lights. Smoke never lets go of my hand while carrying the big bag of shoes in the other.

As I walk past one of the displays, I see a white gold diamond tennis bracelet and necklace set, along with a pink ruby set beside it—which makes me stop in my tracks. Elijah chuckles.

“Which one should I get, baby?” I ask, inching closer to the glass, hypnotized by their beauty. “Why not both?” he replies, kissing my forehead. I turn to look at him. “Seriously?” I want them so bad—I just don’t want to get overly excited. “Of course. Only the best for you, lil mama. You seem to forget—it’s my job to spoil you. You’re also getting a set of earrings to match,” Elijah insists. After grabbing a store attendant, we get both sets—and a pair of pink ruby earrings to match. “Sir, your total comes out to be $7,500,” the cashier saysElijah whips out that black card so damn fast. “Thank you for your services, sir.”

On the car ride back to Elijah’s house, he’s driving with one hand on my thigh while I control the radio. When my favorite song—So Good by Big Sean ft. Kash Doll—comes on (I love this song so much btw), I start singing along and lean over to rub my hand on his head.

Last time I let you fuck, it was amazin’ shit

Love a nigga who aint scared to put his face in it

And I still remember every place you licked

So I sucked the soul outchea just think that dick

I’m a nasty bitch, I can take that shit

Pussy tight as long johns, I’ma make that fit

As I continue reciting Kash Doll’s verse, I glance over to see Smoke smiling wide with a little blush on his face. I know my sugar daddy loves being bragged on, so I don’t mind giving props when they’re due. I lean over to kiss his bearded cheek.

When we arrive home, I take my bags upstairs while Elijah gets started on dinner.

“Baby, I’m cooking tonight. I sent the chef home for the weekend—so it’s just me and you,” he tells me as I head up the stairs to put my things in our shared closet.

Two hours later, we’re laid up on the couch watching TV, our stomachs full. I doze off on his chest until I’m gently shaken awake.

“Time to go upstairs and take a shower,” Smoke demands, rubbing my back.

I whine in protest—I just want to sleep.

“Stop whining before I give you something to whine about, girl.”

That shuts me up quick, because I know I won’t be getting any sleep if he follows through.

“Sorry, Papa,” I apologize, leaning up to kiss his full lips.

“It’s okay. Now let’s go—I’ll clean you myself,” he promises.

He walks behind me to make sure I make it up the stairs, then steps ahead to warm up the shower. I sit on the edge of the bed, sleepily undressing. When he comes out and sees me naked, he tells me to hop in—he’ll be there in a minute.

Moments later, he joins me, washing me first with gentle care before taking care of himself.

We hop out and get dressed. I change into one of his shirts and a pair of panties, with my bonnet on. He’s already in bed, shirtless, in pajama pants. I lay down on my side of the bed and notice a few missed calls from my roommate, Tracey.

I lean my head on Smoke’s chest.

“I’m gonna call Tracey real quick before we go to bed.”

He rubs my head and kisses it as he turns on the television.

I FaceTime Tracey.

“Where have you been, girl? I haven’t seen you in person in a week!”

I pan the camera to show Elijah watching TV.

“Wow. I thought we were a sisterhood, but it is not a sisterhood right now,” she playfully cries, being dramatic.

I scoff and roll my eyes. “Don’t start. I’ll be home in a few days.”

“You better remember, girl—we still gotta go out of town for our girls' trip, remember?”

Elijah chimes in, “How long are you girls gonna be gone?” He looks down at me, pulling me closer, like I could even get closer.

“About a week, baby—we talked about this.”

And by talked, I mean I was talking while he was kissing all over me because he missed me so much.

“Mr. Smoke, sir,” Tracey says, grinning, “can she pretty please come with us on our trip? I promise I’ll take good care of her—I swear!”

She’s literally begging on camera.

He chuckles at her antics, then sighs and looks back at me.

“You can go. But don’t make me fuck someone up. You know I’ll come find you and bring you home myself.”

I nod happily. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

I place my hand on his cheek and pull his jaw toward mine so I can peck him on the lips.

“Alright, well—I’ll see you tomorrow, girl. Good night,” Tracey says before hanging up.

A/N: I might make this into a series. idk I just love a good sugar daddy fantasy. Tell me what you think. See you next time.

#smoke x reader #michael b jordan x reader #x black reader #elijah moore x reader #elijah moore #sinners x reader #black reader #micheal b jordan sinners #elijah smoke moore #sinners x black! reader #remmick x reader #stack x reader

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antiwhores · 3 months ago

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Rough and Fragile -

Bakugou x reader

Content: rough sex (hair pulling, biting, spanking, etc), SMUT!

Bakugou has fantasies of how aggressive he’d fuck you. The only problem is that he doesn’t want to hurt you… but what if you wanted to be hurt?

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Its really hard for Bakugou to hold back for the first few times he fucks you.

Well, “fucks you” is an incorrect way to put it. It’s slow sex. Society would call it “making love”. It’s difficult to understand. Fucking can mean making love, but it can also mean just… fucking? Making love can mean fucking but it also means it’s filled with love.

That doesn’t too much matter to him. The only thing that matters is that he doesn’t hurt you.

Bakugou is, as we all know, a strong man. You, being a regular and not physically trained individual, are delicate to him. He sees you as fragile. He doesn’t want to break the most important part of his life.

That means that he has to hold back his urges to pull your hair, slam into you rough, slap your ass, bite you, and overall leave marks on your skin. He knows that it’s fucked up that he wants to hurt you. That’s why he doesn’t. And if that’s what it takes to keep you, then he’s willing to keep himself in check for the rest of his life.

But fuck, it’s probably the hardest thing he’s ever done.

He grits his teeth as he carefully moves his hips to connect with your pussy. His strokes are calculated, careful not to scare you but not careful enough to make it seem like he’s holding back.

It’s been a particularly hard day for him. His day off alined with yours so he got to wake up next to you. It was hard to leave you to go indulge in his morning workout. He had gotten back anxious to touch you. Busy schedules made sex impossible.

Due to his terrible luck, you were gone when he got back. He now remembers that you had to go grab some groceries with your spare time. You could’ve at least took him with you!

The day was full of turns of events. He waited for you to come back but eventually got bored. He took a quick walk around the neighborhood and when he got back you were in the shower. Just before you got out, he got a call from his agency reminding him of his schedule tomorrow. He got off the phone fifteen minutes later and immediately rushed to the bedroom to see you. You were in the bed snoring. He sighed and went to take a shower too since he was caked in sweat from his work out. He got out thirty minutes later to an empty bed. Turns out you had gone to get some soil for the plants.

When you two finally saw each other, it didn’t take long before you were below him.

He catches himself gripping you too hard due to a squeeze of your walls. He had to slow down, taking deep breaths in hopes to calm himself.

Unfortunately, today had him pent up to where he was loosing control.

He didn’t even notice when his hand had gripped your hair and pulled. He buried his face into your neck and started to speed up. He grabbed your hips and let off little pops from his palms. The smell of you distracted him from his vows. He was climbing his high better than ever before.

He finally snapped out of it when he felt your hands scrape his back. He stilled, his heart dropping.

It was over. Now you’d be scared of him and never talk to him again. His awful fantasies will drive you to move on to a guy that doesn’t want to hurt you while fucking you hard.

He hesitated while trying to find the proper words to apologize. You spoke first.

“What’s wrong?”

He was stunned. You weren’t freaked out?

“I just…”

He grit his teeth at his voice. He sounded desperate, whiny.

“Why’d you stop? Did I do something?”

The anxious look on your face wasn’t directed towards him, but to yourself. You had thought that you hadn’t reacted good enough. Were you not supposed to moan as loud as you did? Were you even supposed to like it?

“What? No. I just-“

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be weird-“

“You weren’t weird! It’s my fault. I just lost control.”

Your face fixed into a puzzled expression.

“What?”

He sighed.

“I want to hurt you. I want to fuck you rough, handle you rough. I don’t know why. I just want to ruin your hair and make marks all over your body. I’ve been holding back because I don’t want to see you in more pain than pleasure. I promise to never do it again if you give me another chance. I’m sorry, y/n.”

He was prepared for you to push him off. He looked for the inevitable terrified expression. A wince left him when you removed your hands for his shoulders.

He wasn’t expecting you to cup his face in your palms. You gently kiss his nose, your fingers trailing to glide down his abdomen.

“What if I want to be hurt?”

He doesn’t much remember what happened after that. He figures that he pounced on you, fucking you as rough as he’d dreamed of.

Your moans were louder than ever before. You were restrained by your wrists with his right hand. The other one pulled brutally at your hair. His cock abused your hole, ensuring you’d have a hard time walking tomorrow.

Every thrust had him gritting his teeth whilst your eyes fluttered. He unrestrained your hands while his travelled down to your ass, giving it a good slap. You moaned in confirmation so he slapped you again, this time adding some sparks.

Your nails dragged against his skin, surely leaving red marks. He’s never felt better, you agreed completely. You begged for him as you felt your high approaching. He felt his too, getting rougher by the second.

You let out a drawn out whine as you came, fingers pulling at his hair. The tightness of your orgasm against his cock immediately hit him with his own. He was attacked so suddenly that he had to bite into your shoulder to cope with the intense pleasure. A groan came from deep inside his chest as he filled your hole with cum.

His shaking stopped just after yours. He let the tension go when you relaxed. He felt the taste of iron in his mouth from the bite. Licking his lips with a smirk, he asked a question he already knew the answer to.

“Too rough for ya?”

You looked up at him with stars in your eyes.

“I can take whatever you give me and you know it!”

You weren’t the fragile girl he thought you were.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha x reader #bakugou headcanons #katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugo x reader #enjoy #bakugou smut #bakugou thirst

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lovelivision · 1 month ago

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ʚɞ mdni 。gojo wants that cookie so effing bad 。based on this req i got a while ago :>

Maybe it was your mistake to send Gojo a picture wearing the sheer material that’ll be under your wedding dress while getting ready, but how could you have predicted his reaction? You’re still in front of the floor length mirror and looking at your phone when he’s barging into your suite. Apparently he’d made it past all the many frantic bridesmaids, locking himself in the room with you.

“Satoru! You can’t come in here,” you chastise him, shocked by his ability to get to you so fast.

He’s approaching you quickly and then stopping right in front of you, eyes trailing your whole body, appreciating the view only to be snapped from his reverie by your hushed tone, “Satoru, you need to leave.”

“Leave?” he asks like he’s simultaneously surprised and offended by the idea, “how could I possibly leave after getting a photo of you dressed like this?”

Your arms fold over your chest, “You have no self-restraint.”

“Which you were aware of, so this is technically your fault,” he grabs your hips, pulling you into him.

Hands coming up to rest on his chest, he’s almost completely dressed for the day, missing only the final touches. Apparently having dropped it all to come running to you, if you knew his reaction would be so over the top you wouldn’t have sent the damn photo.

His hands are being greedy, grabbing at you all over. Moving low to grope your ass, thighs, before trailing back up and cupping your tits, dragging his thumbs over your nipples. Your knees nearly buckle from under you.

“This is not my fault,” you whine at him, “we will have our whole honeymoon – after the wedding – for this, you need to wait.”

“Don’t wanna,” he leans in to press kisses along your neck, sucking lightly with each of them, “you look so pretty, I don’t wanna leave without touching you all over.”

Completely shameless in how he grinds his erection into you, working you up with his hands. Slotting his mouth over yours to kiss you deep, consuming, tongue licking at yours. You can feel the way he shudders when you moan into him, fingers digging into you and pulling you impossibly closer.

Lips parting with a lewd pop, his breath tickling your skin, “My pretty, pretty bride,” he’s very quickly growing delirious and you didn’t even have to do anything, “I love you.”

“Satoru… you should leave now…” you breathe out, not completely convincing anymore.

“Mhm, yeah, sure,” Words distracted as he pulls down the front of your dress, ogling your tits, “but first… could you sit on it?”

“Wha– ah!–” his mouth is around your nipple before you can finish your thought, wicked tongue flicking at it.

Detaching from you with a small chuckle, “I’ll leave if you sit on my dick,” his eyes pleading with you, “please?”

“There’s no way just sitting on it is enough to satisfy you,” you accuse – accurately, you may add.

He’s already leading you to the chair in the corner, “I promise not to be greedy.”

You don’t believe him for even a single second, he doesn’t even believe his own lie. But you’re also growing incredibly weak for him, pussy aching to be filled.

“We really shouldn’t…” you watch as he sits in the chair, “…there are people outside and I’m already in my makeup and my hair and we might be late– are you even listening to me?”

“Of course I’m listening,” he dismisses, shamelessly pulling out his hard cock, “I won’t fuck you silly or anything, plus it’s our wedding. What are they gonna do… have it without us?”

He looks from you to his cock, waiting for you to get on top of him. Seemingly taking too long for him because he’s asking, “Do you need my help, sweetie?”

Not giving you a chance to answer and bunching the material at your waist, low whistle leaving him at the panties you’re wearing. He doesn’t even bother taking them off, simply pushing them to the side and pulling you onto him.

“Don’t cum on any of the clothes,” you warn him, moving to straddle his thighs, hovering over his aching erection.

“Wasn’t planning to,” he smiles, muttering out, “you can just keep my cum inside you for the ceremony.”

Biting back at him, “Absolutely not.”

“We’ll see,” paying your protests no mind, eyes locked on where you’re dripping onto the tip of him, impatiently waiting for you to just sit down.

“Satoru,” you call to him, “look at me.”

His gaze reluctantly pulls away and meets with yours, he already looks fucked and nothing has even happened yet. You want to see the face he makes when you take him, sitting down so slowly. Cunt fluttering around his cock at how dazed and happy he looks, the moan he lets out debauched. You barely remember to stifle down your own sounds, feeling like he’s splitting you open so perfectly.

“You– hnn– you need to be quieter.”

“You should be louder,” he huffs, “I like hearing your moans– hah– always turn me on so much– fuck– you’re so– hnn– so hot.”

Gojo’s going to lose his damn mind, already horny from the photo you sent and now feeling like he’s melting under you. Ignoring his words from earlier and instead choosing to be greedy, hands gripping your hips tight and slamming you down onto his dick while he fucks up. Stuffing you so completely full very suddenly, delighting in the shocked whimpers that tumble from your lips.

His head drops back on the chair as he gazes lustfully at you, so cute how you’re shaking on top of him. Trying to breathe through how good it feels but unable to stop the way you whine with every breath out. It’s turning him on too much, cock swelling inside you, twitching pitifully.

Using his hold on you to grind you down into him, shivering under you at how fucking good it feels. Not even trying to stop the noises he’s making, not really caring if anyone hears how he’s fucking his pretty little bride. The idea of people knowing he’s just been balls deep inside you while you’re both promising each other forever arousing him more than it probably should.

“Can’t wait to– hnn– to see you in your actual dress too,” hands doting on you while his cock sits so deep inside you it’s hitting your cervix, “gonna let me fuck you in that too, sweetie?”

“Uh huh,” stupidly nodding at him in response, his dick filling you so well that you’re seeing stars. Hole pulsing lovingly around him, thinking only with your cunt now.

Grin on his face full of sinful intentions, “Mm, I thought so.” He’s already so pathetically close and maybe he’d feel a little bad about it if you didn’t look and feel so fucking good on top of him, “Now, you’re gonna take my cum and leave it inside, right?”

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manmuncher777 · 5 months ago

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Bestfriend!Gojo who was hanging out with you and some girl friends when he went to get himself another drink, he got distracted on his phone before heading back, only to hear the topic of the conversation has changed. Hushed whispers and giggles coming from the living room and he stood behind the corner listening intently.

“What?!?! Never, come on your joking.” he heard a friend gasp.

“Not even that other guy you dated? the one with the weird facial hair?” your other friend asked only to be met with your embarrassed shushing.

“Guys, its not a big deal!”: you whispered. Gojo was intrigued now, what could’ve gotten little old you so embarrassed

“You’ve never been eaten out, its a huge deal!”

“Shut up, I don’t need Gojo hearing!”

Bestfriend!Gojo who’s stopped dead in his tracks… so no one has ever eaten you out huh? Figures with your list of lames ass fucking exes. He never liked any of the guys you brought home, always thinking you could do with someone better, someone like him…. Now that was becoming a lot more clear to him.

Bestfriend!Gojo whos thinking about how good he would treat you if you were his, he wouldnt be able to let you go 12 hours without getting a taste for you. If he was dating you, your pleasure would be his priority. But for now he was going to keep this to himself.

Bestfriend!Gojo who’s walking around the corner with significantly tighter pants now, smirk on his face. “What am i not allowed to hear sweets?” he questioned, lolloping down next to you on the couch, a lot closer than he was before. He was staring at you intently, and you had to try and make yourself concentrate

“N-Nothing!!” You squeal out, your voice noticeably higher than normal. Your face was pink, covered in a hue of blush. Your friends sat there trying to hold in their giggles at your embarrassment. Like school girls with a secret they were hiding from the teacher. You shot them a look to tell them to shut up, but it only made them giggle more.

Bestfriend!Gojo who was having trouble concentrating for the rest of the night after what he heard. He couldn’t believe it was true, he also couldn’t believe how flustered you were getting over it. He was also struggling to stop him imagination. Images of your whirling around in his mind, how you would sound ur he finally got his mouth on you. He knew he would make you enjoy it, he would have you cumming until you couldn’t anymore. Until you were shaking and all you could scream was his name. All he could do was sit and watch as you chatted vibrantly to your friends, while he was there imaging how you would taste.

Bestfriend!Gojo would couldn’t be happier when your friends finally leave. It was a long evening filled with wine and chatter, and he wasn’t able to enjoy it ever since your little secret got spliced. I mean what kind of man would he be to ignore such a thing like that. Now that he finally had you by yourself, he could get you.

“So you gonna tell me what your little friends were giggling about so much earlier.” He leans on your counter, watching as you pack away various things of the night, he had followed you into the kitchen for this interrogation.

“Not sure what you mean,” You shut him down, your back to him while you put away things in your fridge. Your back to him so he couldn’t see the blush on your face.

“Oh I think you do sweetheart, You were redder that a tomato” A sly smirk on his face as you whip around.

“I was not!”

“Oh yeah? You sure, because you look the same right now.” He said smugly, not moving despite your angry glare “C’mon, it cant be that bad, im your best friend, You can tell ‘Toru anything.”

you freeze for a second, a nervous shiver wracking over you and you can feel yourself flush. You couldn’t imagine telling Gojo such an embarrassing secret. You were mortified enough as it is

“It’s embarrassing Gojo” you say firmly, but he can hear the nervous shiver in your voice.

He makes his way round the counter. stopping right in front of you as you turn from the fridge. His towering figure stood above you like some kind of god. a knowing smirk on his face as his piercing blue eyes stared intently at you.

“Oh cmon sweets don’t Gojo me.” His deft fingers reaching to brush the prickled skin of you arm. “Jus’ tell me, can’t be that bad.” That smile might seems warm and welcoming, but you could sense something else under there. something you couldn’t quite place.

you sigh, an exasperated noise leaving you. you struggle to hold eye contact with him, glancing down at you feet. trying to hide the flush in your face

“Trust me. it’s pretty bad”

“You know you can tell me. Promise I won’t make fun of you. Scouts honour!” he places a hand over his heart as he speaks

“You were never a scout Satoru” you laugh at his joke. the tension you felt easing. maybe you could trust him

“Still applies.”

you pause for a moment, mulling it over in your mind. I mean he promised not to make fun of you. maybe it would be fine. You could just tell him and move on, that way he would stop bugging you about it… right?

“basically. Noonehasevereatenmeout.” “woah slow down. I didn’t even hear that”

you take a deep breath turning your head to the side so he can’t see your face

“I have never been eaten out! okay. No big deal”

the silence is almost palpable. You kept your head to the side, awaiting a loud laughter or some sort of chuckle. maybe some sort of mocking. but nothing. Just heavy breathing as you felt that presence get even closer.

“oh sweetheart” Gojos voice rang out with sympathy. not mocking. his hand gently dripping at your chin and forcing you to face him. those eyes of his as intense as ever. “You mean no one has ever gotten to taste that pretty little pussy?”

that question struck you to your core. your stomach warming at the crude nature of his comment. You couldn’t will yourself to fight against his grip and pull away. You allowed yourself to be entranced by the man.

While his voice may be kind. that smile on his face was anything but

“want me to be your first baby?”

bestfriend!Gojo who lowered himself onto his knees in front of you. A imagine you wanted imprinted in your mind forever. he looked heavenly, those gorgeous blue eyes never leaving yours. As soon as you nodded your head yes he dropped you onto your counter, spread your legs and dropped To his knees. Something you never thought you would see him do. But there was something about that look in his eyes. The way he never took them off you. It sent a shiver through you.

Bestfriend!Gojo who pushes up your skirt so sweetly, waiting to see if hes pushing some kind of boundary, but when he sees your blushing face, he knows you’re enjoying yourself to. His eyes now flickering down to where theyre begging to be.

Glancing down to your panties, a pretty black lace that he was soon peeling down your legs. ( slipping them into his back pocket for…. Later)

Bestfriend!Gojo who would sense your nerves, a hand stroking at your thigh as he stared at your pretty pussy. Folds glistening with arousal under the lights in your kitchen

“Oh? What’s this?” A long finger dragging through your folds, making you gasp. “Wet already sweetheart?”

You were certain you were a bright shade of scarlet now, you can feel yourself furiously blushing. You couldn’t place the reason however, was it because you were embarassed? Or maybe because you felt vulnerable. Or maybe it was because your handsome Bestfriend was on his knees infront of your needy pussy

Bestfriend!Gojo who wouldve liked to spend more time teasing you and making you beg for him, but he could save that for next time. Right now he just had to get his mouth on your pretty little pussy. He looked almost entranced, like a child being gifted a new toy.

Bestfriend!Gojo who wastes not a second longer, gripping your hips with his huge hands as he pulls you into his face. Burying himself in your folds eagerly. His tongue discovering each and every part of you. He did his best to start off gentle, but those sweet little moans you let out for him were making it hard to keep control

“Oh!” You gasped out, not expecting him to be so eager to eat you out. Goosebumps prickling all over your body as the first flick of his tongue hand you squirming. And he certainly doesn’t stop there, his tongue diving through your folds, savouring every drop of your essence with each greedy lick. One of your hands gripping on the edge of the countertop while another flies to his hair, tugging on the strands harshly as his tongue drags oh so sweetly over your clit.

“H-Holy fuck” you stutter out, you were a mess. Not expecting any of this to be unfolding, and not expecting it to be this fucking good.

Your flushed face screwing up with pleasure from the man beneath you, head flung back as moans and gasps leave you. It was a foreign feeling, but certainly not a bad one. You could hardly control your hips as they bucked into the mouth of your best friend.

Bestfriend!Gojo who is having the best time of his life, buries deep between your thighs. He never wants to forget the taste of you on his tongue. Swiping through your folds over and over again, dipping into your dripping opening. Slowly hes losing his resolve, getting messier and messier with each movement. Rumbling groans leaving his chest as you tug on his hair when he sucks your clit. Your juices dripping down his chin, but that doesnt stop him. His mind slowly being flooded with thoughts of you and only you. Nothing compared to the noises you were making in this moment, he wanted so badly to be able to see you. Just from those noises you were making, he knew your face would look so sweet, sweet enough to match the pitchy moans leaving you. The breathy plea’s for more. And the way you sounded when his name left your lips. But he didnt dare remove himself from you, unsure if he would be able to manage even a second away from you pretty little cunt. He wanted to eat your until you were crying.

Bestfriend!Gojo who can tell when you’re getting close, removing one of the hands that was keeping your legs spread for him, and tracing it down to your needy cunt. This was his chance to look at you, removing his mouth from you, allowing his deft fingers to take the place of his tongue tracing over your clit. Your body jumps at the feeling, a sharp gasp leaving you.

“Toru~”

“s’alright sweets, I’ve got you.” He assures while he traces sloppy kisses up your thighs. You can feel his eyes watching your every move. He’s glad he got a chance to look at your fucked out features that were all because of him. A smug sort of pride filling his chest knowing he was your first, and knowing he was the one who turned you into a moaning mess.

“Feels good huh?” He asks, and your can hear the smirk in his voice, youre not too sure if you can manage to open your eyes though. Unable to look at your Bestfriend in this moment. The only thing you can do is nod as his fingers work merciless circles over your clit.

“Oh come on baby, you can do better than that.” His fingers slow slightly “Open those eyes for me… unless you want me to stop of course.”

In an instant your shamelessly snap you eyes open “Fuck- no toru, please don’t stop.” You whine as your glassy eyes meet his. Tears of pleasure building slightly, threatening to spill.

You can feel your orgasm building in your stomach, that delicious feeling creeping closer and closer.

“There she is” he smirks. And finally his handsome face comes into view. You can see the shine of your slick coating his chin and mouth that is currently pulled into a mean smirk.

“S’good toru, so good.” You whimper as his fingers take up their usual pace, you’re so close, on the edge. And that look in his eyes is only making your situation worse.

“I know sweets, I know. So why don’t you be a good girl and cum for me?” Spiting a thick glob of saliva on your pussy, right before he dives back in, determined to finish you off.

And with a few more ravenous licks of your cunt, you were doing just that. Legs trembling and eyes squeezed shut you came on your best friends tongue, harder than you had in a long time. Back arching into the air as you yelped out for him. Grinding against his face as he helped you through your orgasm, movements never ceasing as you soaked his face.

Bestfriend!Gojo who didnt stop until you were squirming from overstimulation, pulling himself up on his knees and wiping his face while you sat there a dripping and quivering mess, still recovering.

“You wanna see what else im good at baby?”

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woninggg · 5 months ago

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Distraction—崔胜澈

You tag along to the gym with Seungcheol, but you’re more interested in watching him than actually working out(NSFW)

"Come on, you're just gonna sit there?" Seungcheol whined, tossing his towel over his broad shoulders.

You looked up from your phone, your eyes lazily tracing the contours of his muscular body as he moved through the empty gym. The overhead lights bounced off the sweat that beaded on his skin, creating a teasing glow.

You bit your lip, contemplating his question. The gym was not where you had planned to spend your afternoon, but here you were, tagging along with your boyfriend.

"I might just do that," you replied, smiling coyly. The coolness of the air conditioning kissed your skin as you leaned back on the bench. You knew it annoyed him when you didn't participate, but you also loved teasing him and who are you to resist. "Or maybe I'll just watch you."

Seungcheol rolled his eyes, but you caught the hint of a smirk. He knew you weren't one to pass up the opportunity to admire his physique. He grabbed a set of weights and began to do some bicep curls, flexing dramatically as he did so. You couldn't help but laugh.

The sound of metal clanking against metal filled the space as he continued his workout, his movements precise and rhythmic. Each flex of his muscles made you want him more.

The gym was the perfect stage for his performance, and you were his devoted audience of one. The scent of sweat and iron mingled with the faint scent of his cologne, making it even harder to ignore the heat building between you.

Seungcheol finished his set and approached you, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. "You still don't want to join in ?" He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

You feigned innocence, looking up at him with a smirk. "I'm having a good time watching."

"Is that so?" He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "Maybe I can find a way to make it more interesting for you."

With a swift motion, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his defined torso. Your gaze followed the trail of dampness that had soaked into the fabric, and you felt your mouth go dry. The muscles of his abs rippled as he tossed the shirt aside, and you had to resist the urge to reach out and trace the lines of his body with your fingers.

"Better?" he asked, a smug grin spreading across his face.

Your eyes roamed over the expanse of his bare chest, taking in the way the light danced across his defined abs. You nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. "Much."

He took a step closer, the warmth of his body washing over you like a wave. "Good," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Because I've got a little surprise for you."

With that, Seungcheol leaned down and scooped you up in his arms, the sudden motion making you let out a giggle. He carried you over to the nearby yoga mats, his biceps bulging with the effort. You squealed in surprise, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he placed you gently on the ground.

"Now, you're going to get a better show" he said playfully, the glint in his eyes told you that this was still all a game to him.

The coolness of the gym floor met your back as Seungcheol laid you down on the mat, his fingers tracing the line of your collarbone before retreating. He grabbed a pair of dumbbells, the metal cool against your palms as he placed them in your hands, trapping you. Your heart raced as he positioned himself over you, his bare chest mere inches away. The smell of sweat and cologne grew stronger, making it difficult to focus on anything but the heat of his body.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Seungcheol lowered himself down, placing his hands on the dumbbells. Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "Ready?" he whispered.

Before you could respond, he pushed off the ground, his body hovering above you as he began to do push-ups. Each time he descended, the pressure on your chest increased, sending waves of sensation through your body. You could feel the muscles in his arms tensing and releasing, as he moved up and down. Your eyes remained locked on his, fighting the urge to look below the waistband of his shorts, where his boner was becoming increasingly obvious.

You watched in awe as Seungcheol's muscles contracted and expanded with each push-up, his eyes never leaving yours. His breath grew heavier, and he started calling your name.

"Look at you," he murmured, his words coming out in short bursts as he continued his exercise. "So beautiful, watching me like that."

"Come on, baby," he panted, his voice low and gruff. "Let's see how long you can keep those pretty hands to yourself."

The sound of his voice, thick with arousal, was like a siren's call, making it impossible for you to ignore the ache that had started to build between your legs. You felt your own body responding, your nipples hardening against the fabric of your gym bra, and your pussy growing wetter with every passing second.

"Fuck, baby," Seungcheol groaned, his eyes darkening as he stared into yours. "Your tits look so good in that bra." He paused mid-push up, his body hovering just above yours. "I bet you want me to touch them, don't you?"

Your breath caught in your throat as his words painted a vivid picture in your mind. Your hands, trembling gripped the side of the mat, the dumbbells long forgotten. You watched in a haze as Seungcheol's body moved above you, His skin was slick with sweat now, droplets beading and rolling down his chest, landing on your skin."You like watching me, don't you?"

He murmured, his eyes hooded with lust. The sound of his voice was like a caress, sending shivers down your spine. Each time he went down, you felt his cock brush against your thigh. You wanted to touch him, to feel the weight of him on top of you, to have his hands all over your body.

"cheol," you whispered, your voice thick with need. "Please."

He paused again, his body hovering just above yours, the heat from his skin setting you on fire. "What do you want, baby?" he asked, his voice a gruff whisper.

Your eyes traveled down his body, taking in the sight of his arousal straining against his shorts. You bit your bottom lip, your heart racing. "I want you" you murmured, the words coming out as a desperate plea.

The sound of his breathing grew harsher, his abs tightening with each word that left his mouth. "Look how hard you're making me," he murmured, his eyes flickering down to the bulge in his shorts.

You couldn't take it anymore. You reached up interlocking your arms behind his neck, pulling him down into a messy kiss. The taste of his sweat mixed with the mint of his gum was intoxicating. His mouth was hot and eager, devouring yours as if he had been starving for it.

He groaned into your mouth, his body still moving rhythmically above you. The sensation of his cock sliding against your side was driving you wild.

Seungcheol's smirked, as he shifted his position slightly, the head of his cock now pressing against the side of your hip. "You want this, don't you?". He began to do push-ups again, each one slower and more deliberate. "You want to feel me inside you, don't you, baby?"

Breaking the kiss, you managed to get out, "Take these off." You nodded towards his shorts, the urgency in your voice clear.

Seungcheol chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours as he stood up, his abs flexing as he did. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down slowly, revealing his thick, hard cock.

Seungcheol's breath hissed out as you took him deep, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock. The sound of his pleasure spurred you on, and you began to bob your head, taking him in and out in a slow rhythm.

The taste of him filled your mouth, the salty sweetness making you moan around him. His hands found their way to your hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he guided your movements.

you got on your knees, gazing up at him, your mouth watering at the sight. You wrapped your hand around the base, feeling the warmth and power of his erection. You leaned in, taking a moment to admire the way the tip was flushed and glistening with pre-cum before taking him in your mouth.

You felt his muscles tighten as you took him deeper, your cheeks hollowing out as you sucked. His hips jerked slightly, and you knew you were driving him wild. The grip on your hair grew stronger, his breathing becoming more ragged with each stroke of your tongue. The veins in his cock throbbed against your lips, and you could feel his heart pounding through his cock.

You looked up at him through your lashes, watching the way his eyes rolled back in pleasure. The sight of him losing control was incredibly arousing, making you want to push him even further. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive head, teasing the slit before taking him back into your mouth, your teeth lightly grazing the underside.

Seungcheol's grip on your hair tightened as you deep-throated him, his hips bucking in response. His moans grew louder, echoing through the deserted gym. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by his ragged breathing. You could feel his cock twitch and pulse in your mouth, a sign that he was close.

The salty taste of his pre-cum grew stronger as you sucked and licked, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. You could see the muscles in his thighs tightening as he fought the urge to come. It was a power play you both enjoyed, you pushing him to the edge and watching him struggle to hold back.

Seungcheol's hands tightened around your hair, his knuckles turning white as you worked him over. The head of his cock hit the back of your throat with every stroke, and you felt a thrill of satisfaction knowing how much he enjoyed it.

As you worked him with your mouth, one hand still stroking him, while the other slid up his thigh, feeling the muscles quiver beneath your touch.

Seungcheol's eyes locked onto yours, a silent plea for you to keep going.

You moaned around him, the vibrations adding to his pleasure as you increased your pace. His hips began to move in time with your mouth, his cock sliding in and out of your wet lips. You felt the tension in his body build again, his muscles coiling tighter and tighter. His breaths grew shallower, his chest heaving as he neared climax.

Seungcheol's body stiffened, and his breaths grew erratic as he approached the edge. You could feel his cock starting to swell in your mouth, his precum flowing more freely, he was close you wanted to watch him come apart in your hands.

You pulled back slightly, letting just the tip rest on your tongue, teasing him mercilessly. His eyes snapped open, meeting yours, and you could see the desperation in them.

The sound of his pleasure filled the empty gym, bouncing off the walls and echoing back to you. You felt a thrill of power knowing that you were the one causing this strong, in-control man to lose his composure.

"Please, baby," he panted, his voice strained. "don't do this to me"

With a wicked smile, you took him in again, sucking harder and faster.

You didn't stop, the vibrations from his voice adding to the delicious tension building in your own body. You could feel your own arousal seeping through your gym shorts, the fabric growing damp as your pussy ached for his touch.

With a final, desperate thrust, Seungcheol pulled out of your mouth, his cock bobbing in front of your face. "I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice a low growl. You nodded eagerly, your eyes never leaving his. You leaned back slightly, tilting your head back, giving him the perfect view of your tits as you waited.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his voice strangled with pleasure. His legs quivered, and his abs clenched as you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock. "feels so good"

Seungcheol's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it rapidly. With a loud groan, he came, thick ropes of cum shooting out and landing on your chest. The warmth of it made you gasp, your nipples tightening in response. You gasped as he painted your tits with his release, the sticky liquid coating your skin.

You sat back on your heels, watching the last of his orgasm pulse through him. His breathing was harsh, his body shaking with the aftermath of pleasure. You reached up with a trembling hand and touched the sticky mess on your chest, bringing your finger to your lips and tasting his release. The salty taste made your eyes roll back, and you couldn't help but moan.

"Fuck, baby," Seungcheol breathed, as he watched you lick your finger clean. The sight of you tasting him was too much for his still-sensitive cock, and it twitched with renewed interest. He stepped closer, his chest heaving with each breath, and you felt the heat of his body envelop you once again.

"Let's go home," you murmured, your voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. "I think we've had enough of a workout here."

Seungcheol's eyes widened with surprise, but the hunger in his gaze didn't fade. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself as he took in the sight of you on your knees, your chest covered in his cum.

"You're insatiable," he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. "But if that's what you want..." He stepped back, letting his cock slap against his stomach as he reached for his shorts, making you bite your lip, You knew you'd both want more once you were home, but for now, you needed a break from the intense atmosphere of the gym.

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