#And then a whole minute of him shirtless and giggling and I'm just

[mooseyspooky]

Im never going to fully recover from Johnny having an entire fucking back tattoo.

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Riding Toji in the morning...

Note: y'all I put my whole pussy into this... 1.2k words 🗿

Thank you for the help @saintkaylaa @xoxo-dede

You couldn't help but notice that Toji had morning wood every morning. It was normal right? It happened to every guy. At first, you try not to think much of it, pretending to stay asleep in the morning while he went to the bathroom to take care of it. It’s not like you wouldn’t help him out if he asked, but he never did. He didn’t want to inconvenience you this early in the morning, he thought. 

Until the day you finally built up the courage. You always woke up before him, spending a few minutes admiring the burly, sleepy man beside you. He always slept shirtless and in his boxers, giving you a good view of how his muscles flexed everytime he adjusted himself.  

Damn, he was gorgeous. In the rugged, rough around the edges sort of way. 

You’re so transfixed by his looks that you don’t realize that you're about to fall over his chest until you completely lose balance. You catch yourself before falling completely, your hand landing on his abs. Any normal person would have woken up but not Toji. He was still out like a light. 

Your fingers graze over his abdomen, your eyes fixated on his growing bulge. There it was again, the morning wood. You decide to take this as a challenge, how much teasing could he take in his sleep? Cautiously, you lightly graze your fingertips over where his shaft would be, his cock bobbing in response. Toji’s eyes flutter slightly as his lip twitches and you think you’re fucked. But no… heavy ass sleeper. 

With a little more pressure (and confidence), you press the palm of your hand down flat on his bulge and slowly rub against it. You let out a quiet giggle as you continue to rub his cock, excitement and pride growing in you. You lean towards his face to pepper soft kisses to his temple.

At this point, you’re growing just as wet as he was hard. You wanted him- no needed him to wake up. After a bit more rubbing, you decide to cautiously slip your hand down his boxers. You give his cock a firm squeeze, rubbing your thumb over the tip before looking up at him again. 

Nothing…

Damn, this man can sleep through an earthquake, you think to yourself. You peck his cheek again softly, your hands still teasing his shaft. You place another kiss and another, until you finally land on his lips. You freeze for a moment as his eyes flutter open. Green eyes immediately darting down to your hand. He closes his eyes again, letting out a deep groan.

“Fuck…”

You freeze as you look at him through your eyelashes, watching as he fights sleep. “Shh,” you lull, peppering his cheek with kisses. “Just go back to sleep.” you coo at him. Toji smirks at you, before closing his eyes again. “Someone’s needy,” he teases you. 

You run your finger over his tip again, causing him to groan again. “You know… you were hard in your sleep. I'm doing you a favor,” you reciprocate his teasing. 

“Oh yeah?” he mumbles, adjusting his position and putting an arm behind his head. You nod, your focus going back to stroking his cock. “You know what would help me out even more?” he asks. Curiously you look up at him and see a mischievous smirk on his face.

“What?” you smirk up at him, your hand keeping its pace on his cock. Toji holds back his whine, throwing his head back, “I-if you ride me.” He tries to compose himself, a soft grumble leaving his lips as he speaks. 

Your hand comes to halt, as you make eye contact with him again. Oh you weren’t done teasing him. “You have to say please, handsome,” you speak with a hint of playfulness in your words. Toji gave a quiet gasp as you spoke those words. His cheeks flushed slightly red and you don’t know if it’s from the summer heat or from the way that sweet pet name left your lips. Or maybe you do… 

“C’mon baby… say please,” You continue your mission, your index finger poking at his swollen tip. Toji mutters a curse under his breath before saying the words you wanted to hear. 

“Please… please ride me, woman.” He brings his hand up to his face to try and cover his embarrassment but it was too late. You were already hot and bothered and you planned to do something about it. 

“Good boy,” You purr into his ear with a giggle. Slowly moving to straddle him completely, using his chest to hold you still. Your fingers play with your lacy panties, moving them to the side, exposing your glistening cunt. Toji peeks through his fingers, watching your next move intently. You close your eyes, as you begin to slide down onto his length. 

The feeling of his fat tip, hitting that one sweet spot inside you automatically makes you dumb on his cock. And his girth and thick veins that run up and down the entirety of his shaft weren't helping at all. Toji just couldn’t tear his gaze of you, mouth slightly agape, as he watches his dick disappear in your pussy. 

Large hands come up to your hips before you could even move once. “W-wait…” Toji huffs, his breath shaky as he talks. “Move slow… I could cum right now…” He speaks with a whine, his voice a little lower than usual. 

You move just like he told you, painfully slow. Up and down on his length as Toji watches your every move. You look down at the man under you and fuck was it a sight to behold. Only you could see him like this, needy and whiny. His eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine, the heat in his gaze was filled with unspoken desire for you. 

Both your grunts and moans paired with the sounds of hot skin slapping against each other fills the room. You pick up the pace, riding his cock a little faster as the coil in your stomach flares up. 

So close. And it’s heavily visible on Toji’s face. Short, raven strands of hair stuck to his forehead, his eyebrows quirked together, eyes half lidded focused in on the way your cunt squeezed him. 

His hands grip tighter onto you, holding you in place. His thumb grazes over your clit. Fuck- that was it, just what you needed and even while being fucked out he knew exactly how to give it to you. 

“Fuck, fuck…”  He grunts loudly, reaching his climax. His hips sloppy buck into you, meeting your ragged movements. You finally reach your high, creaming all over his throbbing cock. He curses again, his hands shaking still holding onto you. Hot cum fills you right up as you ride out your orgasm. 

Your limp body collapses onto him. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close to him as you both catch your breath. After a moment of silent bliss he finally speaks up with a smirk plastered all over his face. 

“What a morning…” He mutters with a chuckle. 

Masterlist

Discord

[noxemma]

First comes love a kid(napping), then comes a marriage ... Yeah, they're definitely doing things in the wrong order, but maybe, if they're lucky, they can figure out how to reverse their way into something real.

Parts 1&2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |

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Thank you all for the comments and reblogs. I honestly didn't expect so many people to enjoy my little spin on colorlessjay's story idea and I'm really flattered. Hopefully, this next part lives up to the others and thanks for continuing to read! ———

Blackbird singing in the dead of night ... "I should, um, that, that's Jack, so I should-" Cas stutters an explanation as he grabs for his phone but it slips off the nightstand, the Beatles continuing to croon from the ground.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise

"Jack, hey buddy! How did everything go last night?" "Great! Mr. Sam is awesome, even if he did make me go to bed at nine. He helped me with my math homework and this morning he made something yummy for breakfast. It's a piece of bread and you cut a hole out of it, then put the egg- Oh, hi Mr. Dean!" Cas turns the phone and Dean sees the kid's face fill the screen. "Oh, uh, hi Jack!" Dean gives a little wave, smile blooming because it's nearly impossible not to at the boy's infectious enthusiasm. "Sounds like you had a good time with Sam. He didn't burn it did he? Last time he tried to make them he almost burned down the whole house." "No, I did not!" Sam barks. Jack's giggling is almost loud enough to drown him out as the image blurs, and he's replaced by Sam.

"Glad to see Egg-in-a-Nest is still a fan favorite," Dean laughs, leaning over the bed closer to Cas so he doesn't have to keep stretching back awkwardly and they can both get into view.

"Yeah, well, I figured if it worked on me as a kid ... well, Jack just wanted to say hi and make sure you guys made it okay," Sam says, but Dean notices a weird tone in his voice and a squinting of his eyes. "Dean, are you-?"

He's suddenly very self-conscious about the fact that neither he nor Cas have shirts on.

"Right, well, uh, why don't you give the phone back to Cas so he and Jack can talk. I'll call you in a minute," Dean says to Sam who nods, before Dean turns to whisper to Cas. "Hey, I'm gonna go grab my bag so I can change. Can I have the keycard?"

"Oh! Of course. I got one for both of us; I must have forgotten to tell you last night. Yours should be on the table by the coffee maker," Cas murmurs back, eyes so close he can almost map the waves of dark blue in his irises. "Thanks," Dean breathes, frozen in place until Cas turns his head to respond to Jack's barrage of questions. "How long was the drive? How far away is Las Vegas? Have you seen Uncle Gabe yet?"

He hightails it out the door only stopping long enough to grab the essentials and opting for the safety of a door between him and the attractive professor before slowing down to pull on his dirty t-shirt and shoes.

Even before he's in the elevator his phone is buzzing, and he knows it's Sam. "Hey, Sammy," Dean answers with false brightness as he jabs the button for the lobby. "Don't 'Hey, Sammy' me, Dean. Please tell me you didn't sleep with my professor." Dean opens his mouth but Sam barrels on, "And don't tell me you didn't because I have eyes. You were both shirtless! In the same bed! And I'm pretty sure you don't own grey sweats or orange underwear!"

"How the fuck do you know what underwear I'm wearing?"

"Like I said: eyes. I saw you get off the bed before I handed the phone back to Jack. Now, I want answers."

"Look, I didn't sleep with him. I mean I did, but just because there was a mix up with the room and ours only had one bed. Both of us were so exhausted last night, or rather this morning, that it didn't seem worth the effort to figure it out." "And the clothes?"

Dean sighs and watches the digital number decrease.

"I desperately needed a shower but didn't realize I'd forgotten my bag in the car. Cas over-packed and lent me some clothes," Dean explains, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and stop the headache he feels coming on. "Look, I promise I'm not looking to hook-up with your English professor, no matter how hot he is. I'm just here to play fake fiancé as a favor and maybe get a little extra padding for your tuition fund, okay?" Dean tells Sam, not particularly interested in analyzing why telling the truth feels so much like a lie.

He opens his eyes to find the elevator doors open he steps off only to bump straight into a guy who walks in without waiting to let anyone off. Dean curses as the jolt sends his phone skittering across the fancy marble floor.

"Watch where you're going," the man snarls, lip curling disdainfully as he takes in Dean's outfit. "Bite me!" Dean barks back, rubbing his arm and bending to pick up his phone, sighing in relief when there are miraculously no cracks.

"Dean? Dean!" Sam's worried voice calls from the speaker.

"Hey, sorry. Some entitled asshole knocked the phone out of my hand-"

"What did you mean 'fake fiancé'?"

Crap, I totally forgot to tell him about that little change in plan.

"Right, so the thing is ..."

Dean explains the whole backstory that Cas had told him about Jack while he grabs his bag and the shoes from Baby.

"Look, Sam. I know what I'm doing, okay? I promise I won't kill anyone or anything and even if I do, I know a great kid lawyer who'll get me out." "I'm not a lawyer yet," Sam groans before finally heaving a resigned sigh. "Just don't hurt yourself or Professor Novak, okay?" "You have my word, bitch." "Yeah, yeah. Call me later, jerk."

The bathroom door is closed and Cas is nowhere in sight, so Dean just starts changing. He's just pulling his burgundy overshirt on overtop the plain black tee he may or may not have picked because it clung a bit to his arms and chest, emphasizing the muscle there, when Cas comes out of the bathroom. Dean hasn't known the man long, but he feels confident that Cas is uncomfortable in the get-up. He has on khaki pants and a light blue button up with a tan striped tie that is somehow twisted backwards. His hair is tamed and there has to be some sort of product in it to keep the whisps and curls under control.

"Uh, you look- Should I change? I don't think I have anything that could be considered, what is that? Tax accountant chic?" Dean teases but only to stop himself from worrying about how woefully underdressed he's going to look in comparison. "No! Er, no. You look wonderful," Cas rushes as he glances over Dean once, then slows down for a more in-depth perusal that has Dean's blood heating again. "If I wanted you to change, I wouldn't be dating you." "You're not dating me," Dean mutters, wincing at how petulant it sounds and hoping Cas doesn't pick up on it. "Dean, if I wanted someone to play pretentious boyfriend, I could have invited Mick. My parents would probably love him, but I would never actually date someone like him." Cas trails off, clearly uncomfortable and trying to figure out what to say, but all Dean's mind can think is:

"You wouldn't date him, but you'd date me?"

"I may not have known you for very long, but I can tell that you are a kind, hardworking man who cares about your brother and the feelings of others," Dean tries to keep breathing as Cas continues on, getting closer until he's right in front of Dean, "You're smart, funny, intelligent, and I think I could probably talk to you for hours. So, yes, I would date someone like you."

The warmth that blossoms at Cas' proximity and flattering description of him cools to lukewarm at the two extra words that change the entire meaning of Cas' little speech.

Right. 'cause Cas would never date me either, just 'someone like me'.

"Uh, thanks, Cas. I always appreciate compliments and it's good to know my first impression didn't do irreparable damage to your opinion of me. I think you're pretty great too and I've enjoyed getting to know you," Dean reciprocates, forcing the palatable pieces of the truth out of his mouth, the rest, like how he's opened up more to Cas than he has to anyone else in years, sticks painfully behind his teeth and under his tongue. "Of, of course, Dean," Cas says, brow slightly furrowed as if he can sense something is off about Dean's response but can't quite pinpoint it.

Thankfully, Cas' phone starts ringing, this time blaring an old version of the Candy Man. "Gabriel, we are headed out now. No! Do not strangle Balthazar, he is allowed to dislike Celine Dion," Cas rolls his eyes at Dean, quiet for a few moments as Gabriel speaks. "Yes, he will be joining us for brunch, though not if you keep calling him that. Fine. We'll see you soon."

"So, uh, are we driving to this place or ...?"

"Oh, no. My parents are having it catered in the penthouse," Cas tosses out like it means nothing. "Oh, the penthouse. Great," Dean grumbles as he follows Cas out.

———

Before Cas even gets his hand up to knock on the penthouse door, it swings open. "Castiel, thank god you're finally here. If I have to hear Bal talk about how much he hates Titanic one more time, I swear I just might have to take drastic measures." "Good morning, Gabriel. Glad to see you're not overreacting," Cas says dryly, rolling his eyes. Dean peeks over his shoulder to see Gabriel in a theatric faint against the doorway. "After all I do for you-" Gabriel moans. "None of which I asked for."

Gabriel's eyes pop open and he looks like he's about to say something cutting when his eyes lock on Dean over Cas' shoulder. "Ah! You're still here. Castiel, would you mind introducing me to your paramour?" Gabriel asks innocently like he hadn't broken into their room this morning and doesn't have pictures of the two of them cuddling on his phone. "He's not my paramour-" "Didn't look that way this morning," Gabriel sing-songs. "-he's my boyfriend, and fiancé as far as any of our other relatives know. Gabriel, this is Dean. Dean, this insufferable idiot is my brother, Gabriel." "Don't let him fool you, he loves me," Gabriel insists as he sidesteps Cas to thrust out a hand to Dean.

"Uh, nice to finally put a face to the name, 'Uncle Gabe,'" Dean says, wincing a little as Gabe crunches his hand in a punishing grip and pulls him in. "Now. I know the engagement is fake, but what are your intentions with my baby brother?"

Gone is all the mirth and mischief from his eyes, replaced by a fierce protectiveness that Dean knows well and has to admire. "I just want to make Cas happy. In whatever way I can."

The words come out so easily and Dean is surprised by the truth behind them.

Gabe nods, finally relinquishing Dean's hand. "Great. If you're done being an absolute bag of dicks, I believe we have a torture session disguised as brunch to attend." "You're mean when you're hangry, 'Cas,'" Gabriel teases, unwrapping a piece of taffy he pulled from who-knows-where and popping it into his mouth before leading them both into the penthouse. Dean had known that the penthouse of a Las Vegas hotel was going to be fancy, hell Elvis had lived in one, but nothing prepares him for the opulence he steps into.

Dean's jaw is on the floor as they pass beneath crystal chandeliers. A quick peek into the two rooms jutting off the entry way shows one to be a miniature movie theater with eight seats and the other a mini lounge complete with a pool table and fully stocked bar. Cas is impossibly unfazed as they swing by the living room that houses a hundred-inch flatscreen, a fireplace, and a baby grand piano and Dean can't figure out if he truly doesn't care or if he's just used to witnessing his family's wealth. They stop just short of the dining room, low murmurs echoing out to them. "Dean, are you sure you want to do this?" Cas whispers, ignoring the way Gabe arches his brow as he waits for them just in the doorway. "I'm sure," Dean says, lacing their fingers together for a quick, supportive squeeze.

Cas nods and they step into the lion's den together after Gabriel.

——— "Castiel, how lovely of you to finally join us," a woman's sharp words slice at them the moment they enter the room. "I was beginning to think you might not have shown up at all. Who is that with you?" Cas keeps a smile on his face, but his hand tightens around Dean's and Dean can see the tension around his eyes. "Naomi," Cas nods stiffly in acknowledgment before introducing Dean, "This is my fiancé, Dean."

"Dean," Naomi says his name like it's something slimy. "What is it that you do?" "I'm a mechanic-" Is all Dean manages to say before he is cut off. "'Naomi,' is that anyway to treat our dear mother, Castiel?" a man seated next to Naomi asks, words laced with venom. "Have some respect." Dean's eyes narrow as he focuses on the familiar looking guy before placing him as the asshole who'd bumped into him earlier that morning at the elevator. "She has made it very clear that I am no son of hers, so her given name is the most respectful thing I can call her, Michael, though I'm sure I could think of a few less respectful ones if you'd prefer."

Dean wants to whoop with pride, but he bites his lip, knowing if he says anything now it will be a long, long brunch and he's starving.

"Enough! Everyone, just sit so we can begin," booms an older gentleman Dean assumes is Cas' father, Chuck, based on how everyone follows the order as he takes his seat at the head of the table. Naomi claps her hands twice and waitstaff emerge from the kitchen carrying trays of food. Dean watches in morbid fascination as each tray is presented to Chuck first then brought around to each person, the waiter or waitress serving a portion from their tray to the plate on the table or pouring what looks to be mimosa into champagne glasses, completely ignored by everyone. "Chuck is at the head of the table, Naomi is to his right. Next to her is my older brother Michael and I think that is his fiancé," Cas whispers to Dean. "Abagail. Then you have Balthazar, our cousin. Uriel's wife, Sarah, is next to him and that's Uriel at the foot of the table. Moving on, Marv, the family attorney is on the other side of Castiel and our aunt Amara, is to dear old dad's left," Gabriel takes over explaining. "Basically, everyone one hates each other but we all play nice because tearing out each other's jugulars would probably make for bad press." Dean's head is swimming with names and faces, which only gets worse as he glances at all of them and realizes that underdressed is a gross overstatement. He's just contemplating stabbing himself with the salad fork (because yeah, the table is set with about a million different utensils Dean can't hope to guess the function of), when a flash of silver appears in his periphery. "Uh, sir? Would you like some-" Dean turns toward the server to respond, which seems to startle the gangly man so much that he stumbles back. Dean watches in horror as time slows.

The server fails to regain his balance, tripping over his own legs. The silver tray with a strange beige looking meat substance teeters on the waiter's hand before tipping and clattering to the floor with a splat and a clang. Time speeds back up as Dean leaps from his chair to help the man up. "Hey, I'm so sorry about that ..." "Uh, Garth, and I'm the one who should be apologizing." Dean hauls him to his feet before helping him grab his tray.

"Seriously, it was my fault. No need for you to take the blame for something I caused. You okay?"

Garth smiles and nods, "I'm a little bruised but definitely in better shape than the fois gras." Dean guesses that must be the meat on the floor, but he honestly has no idea. "Uh, you should probably sit back down now," Garth whispers, whipping out a cloth from somewhere and scooping up the meat, another person stepping in right after him to mop the spot.

He turns to heed the waiter's advice only to find everyone's eyes boring into him with varying emotions. Chuck, Naomi, Uriel, Michael, and Marv all stare at him with disgust and disdain. Abagail and Sarah with horror. Balthazar and Gabriel regard him with astonished amusement. Amara sears him with an intense emotion that borders on lascivious.

The other waitstaff all have soft smiles of gratitude.

And then there's Cas. Cas stares at him with pride and affection and something else that is warm and comforting. So, he doesn't look anywhere else. Just plops down and acts like nothing happened, Cas' hand finds his under the table.

"Dean," Naomi calls to him, his name icy and cold on her tongue. "I will let your impertinence slide as I am sure that you are not accustomed to silver service or etiquette, but the rule of thumb is to not interact with the staff." Dean tries to tamp down the anger bubbling in him, he really does. But then Naomi gives a little pretentious sniff and Dean can't help himself. "Thank you all for the wonderful service. Everything," Dean can't quite bring himself to lie because the truth is he hasn't had a bite of anything that tasted good, "Looks wonderful. Though I can't vouch for its taste, but that's probably due to my unrefined palate. Garth, would I be able to get some regular old peasant eggs and bacon?"

The scowls on him deepen and whispers begin to fill the room but the waitstaff can't hide their beaming and snickers and both Balthazar and Gabriel do a poor job trying to stifle their laughter behind their champagne glasses.

"Honestly, Castiel. If you can't even control your boyfriend, how are you expected to raise a child," Chuck throws out casually. "This is why he should come live with us. He needs the stability of two responsible parental figures." "Hey! Cas is a great father!" Dean snarls, old wounds scraped open and bleeding at the memory of being questioned about his own ability to raise Sam. "Dean," Cas says softly, placing a hand on his arm. "Ignore them, I do. Let's just get through this, okay?" Dean sits back in his seat, angrily chewing a piece of bacon that Garth ended up getting him, delivered with a grin and a wink. He resolves himself to let it go and stay silent for the rest of the miserable brunch.

It's a great plan, except Naomi just has to open her mouth. "Dean, I'm not sure you're aware, but Jack is Castiel's nephew," she corrects both the nickname and Jack's heritage, "not his son. Castiel will never be a real father, not with his ... condition." Dean tries to count to ten, tries to picture Sammy telling him not to, but he looks to Cas and all restraint flies out the window when he sees tears burning at the edges of his beautiful blue eyes. He jumps to his feet, slamming his hands against the table as if he didn't already have everyone's undivided attention. "Damn! Did you hear that, Cas? Turns out you can't be a father because neither of us can get pregnant. Guess that means we should stop trying so hard," Dean shouts, sarcasm dripping from every word. There is a full second of silence where time seems suspended before all hell breaks loose. Gabe sprays mimosa out of his nose at the inuendo and proceeds to struggle between laughing and coughing. Cas is staring open mouthed up at Dean, unreadable emotion in his eyes. Everyone else gasps and clutches their metaphoric pearls like he'd stood up on the table, pulled down his pants and underwear, and yelled "Pudding!" while shaking his junk at them. Naomi, unfortunately, appears to recover first. "How dare you-" "How dare I?" Dean asks incredulously. "How dare you? I may not be up to date on proper etiquette, but I'm pretty sure berating and belittling your son's fiancé, whom you've just met, is frowned upon. Also, how dare you question Cas' ability to be a parent? He is Jack's dad in every way that counts. He provides for him and loves him unconditionally and would do anything to protect him, which is clearly more than you two can say about yourselves. And he's not doing it alone anymore. He has me and I promise you: I'm not going anywhere." "Don't you speak to my wife that way," Chuck yells at Dean, standing and matching his stance. "And how could Jack possibly benefit from you, Dean? How much do you actually make as a mechanic? Will you be able to help with Jack's college and expenses? Did you even go to college? " "You know what, no. Happy? I didn't go to college. I've never had and probably never will have anything that amounts to material wealth. But what I do have is a G.E.D, a give 'em hell attitude, a decade of experience raising my brother, who got a one-seventy-four on his first shot at the L-SAT and is a few semesters away from graduating in the top ten percent of his class at Stanford, and a whole lotta love for Jack and Cas. So, you can keep your etiquette and complicated silver wear and awful tasting expensive food. I'd rather be poor and happy with a dick in my ass than rich and empty with a stick up it any day a'the week," Dean finishes, huffing and shaking as the rage still claws at him and begs for a bruisable outlet other than an inflated ego.

"Dean ..." Cas breathes beneath him and Dean wants to kick himself. He was supposed to make Cas look good, look stable. And now he'd probably fucked everything up. He doesn't look at Cas, even though he can feel him tugging at his overshirt. He can't look at him yet, needs another moment to scramble together a protective wall from the disappointment and anger he's going to find in the haunting blue. He chooses to stare down Chuck and Naomi who are apparently stunned speechless, as is the rest of the table. "Dean," Cas growls his name this time, but Dean still needs just one more second.

He doesn't get it. Cas is up on his feet beside him, grabbing his face in both hands and pulling him into a kiss.

Cas lips move against his, working at his lower lip until Dean's lips part and Cas' tongue is exploring his mouth. Dean shudders at the sensation, reciprocating eagerly and needing to taste Cas. "Thank you, Dean," Cas whispers as he pulls away far too soon, Dean's lips naturally chasing after him. "Cas?" Dean asks, dazed, confused, and licking the last traces of Cas champagne breath off his lips. Cas doesn't answer though because the room explodes in a cacophony of shouts as everyone jumps to their feet, excluding Abagail and Sarah who shyly give Dean secret thumbs up. Over the din, Dean hears Michael roar that Cas is uninvited from the wedding. "If Cas isn't going, then I'm not. And, judging from your tanking stock, you need me to present a united, family friendly front for the press. I mean that is what this whole wedding is, right? A merger between the Shurley Corporation and Roman Enterprises?" Neither Michael, Naomi, nor Chuck respond. "I'm loathe to agree with Gabriel on anything, but I'm on his and Castiel's team for this one. You bastards," Balthazar says the last part to Gabe and Cas with something that might be considered affection, shocking Dean with his British accent. "If Gabriel and Castiel aren't going, then I'm bloody well not either." "Chuck, Naomi, it's been a pleasure, as always," Cas spits toward them, grabbing Dean's hand and dragging him towards the door. Dean is still too out of it to resist, so he follows Cas, fingertips hovering over his swollen lips, barely registering Gabriel scrambling after them shouting, "Mom, pops, I gotta say, I think this is the best brunch you've ever hosted!"

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Tag List (I think I got everyone who asked but lmk if you want to be added or removed):

@colorlessjay @destielfangirl24 @chokinghazardchirp @o-birdseed-o @examishbookwyrm

[author-ssi]

Singing in the Shower ~JJK

➜Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

➜Genre: Smut, One-Shot

Warnings: Description of Jungkook's body (and yeah that deserves a warning!), reader is feral for Jungkook (and who can blame her?), Jungkook is more than happy to indulge her (both orally and sexually). if you've taken all the hints in the warnings, then you're more than ready to start reading! [MDNI 18+]

➜Word Count: 2k

➜Summary: Post-workout Jungkook takes too long in the shower since he's apparently too carried away with singing rather than washing up. At the start, you have all the patience to wait for him; until you get frustrated... sexually.

"I'm done. I'm gonna get a shower", a shirtless Jungkook leans against the doorframe of your shared bedroom.

You glance up from your phone, your eyes immediately transfixing on his bare chest for a good minute before trailing down to his low-waisted jeans, the CK underwear waistband peeking through.

Thank God for that collab...

"Why did you work out while wearing jeans? You have a closet full of sweatpants".

When he answers that it was because he decided to work out on impulse, you simply shake your head in disbelief.

Classic Jungkook doing things on a whim.

"Alright, go. I'll wait for you so we can sleep together", you shoo him away, a soft smile gracing your lips nonetheless.

Jungkook chuckles before he slowly strides up to you.

You don't miss the way his bicep flexes when he presses his one hand on the bed, leaning over to lay a short but somewhat promising kiss on your lips.

"Mm, I'll be quick", he hums playing with his lip piercing, not drawing away from your lips just yet.

"You better", you whisper leaving another, equally promising kiss on his lips seizing the opportunity to briefly touch his broad chest, in the guise of playfully shoving him away from you.

He chuckles as he walks backwards, slightly cracking his knuckles, which causes his biceps to flex - a sight your eyes don't fail to miss yet again.

Except this time, he catches you in the act...

Smirking smugly, he winks at you before disappearing from the doorframe. You swear the teasing of this man will be the end of you!

~~~~

Alas, what you expected to be a few minutes of waiting, soon turned into a whole hour!

Honestly, you should have known by now that when the sound of the water running is accompanied by Jungkook's singing of various songs, his short shower session is bound to turn into an hour-long bathroom concert.

Most times, you just leave him to it; simply enjoying the sound of his melodic voice echoing through the bathroom walls and eventually reaching your ears.

However, his previous teasing has significantly lessened your patience making you daring enough to become a bit shameless.

Getting out of bed, you start to discard every item of clothing off your body while you make a beeline for your stalling boyfriend.

Upon entering the bathroom, you bite your lip at the sight of his bulky silhouette showing through the steamed-up shower glass doors.

"Mommy don't know Daddy's getting hot... at the body shop... doing something unholy".

Jungkook's too lost in his singing to notice you sliding into the shower.

What a coincidence; the title of the song totally matches your current thoughts about him.

You barely stifle a cheeky giggle at that, before you extend your hand towards him, grazing your fingertips over his shoulder blades and then sliding them down his spine.

Jungkook instantly halts his singing as if he suddenly forgot all the following lyrics, but still, he doesn't turn to face you.

Instead, he closes his eyes as he relishes the feeling of your hands running up and down his bare back, noticing how your breath gets heavier with each move.

When he finally turns around, what he comes to witness has his unrestrained cock instantly hardened.

You look absolutely erotic.

Your naked body has been decorated with water droplets from the shower that's still running behind him.

Your eyes have darkened - gaze so heated it sends blood right down his cock.

You were never the type of girlfriend to hide just how much you lusted over your boyfriend and that's one of the things he adores about you. In private (and sometimes in public too) you never attempted to conceal your thirst over his body and even if he'd tease you endlessly for it, in the end, he always indulged you.

Even now, he's almost tempted to make you beg for it and watch you slowly give yourself up to him.

Almost is the keyword here, because honestly right now, he is too horny for that...

His lips devour your own.

God, this man really knows how to kiss...

Your lips weave together perfectly in sync.

Jungkook's large hand slides from your neck to the side of your face, ultimately nestling in your damp hair.

Your arms snake under his own latching onto his massive back, dragging your fingers over the prominent muscles.

He hums against your mouth pressing his lips harder against your own, causing you to let out a breathless whine.

Hearing your voice seems to spur him on to slowly probe his tongue into your mouth.

One hand still tangled up in your hair, he presses his other on the small of your back finally pulling you flash against him.

You shiver at the contact, triggered not just by his wet skin but also by the intimate closeness you two suddenly share.

Too lost in the kiss, your legs step closer to him, your body pushing further up against him.

As a result, his own body moves back to the point where his back comes into contact with the bathroom tiles.

Their coolness causes him to grunt against your lips, his grip on you tightening, yet he refuses to break off your deep kiss.

By the time your mouth reluctantly parts from his, you're both breathless.

Jungkook's eyes trail down your heaving chest, a smirk playing over his lips at the way your perked nipples are rubbing against him.

"Come here, baby", he beckons with a low voice before he switches places with you so that you're the one whose back is currently pressed up against the bathroom tiles.

"Let me appreciate you", he hums eagerly laying a small, wet kiss on your jaw. He then leans over to your neck, starting to leave open-mouthed kisses and gentle nibbles on the skin.

Endless moans start spilling out of your mouth as he continues to ravish you, moving lower and lower until you realise that he's now kneeled in front of your pelvis.

With bated breath, you gaze down at him awaiting his next move; your bedroom eyes are more than enough for him to know exactly what you want him to do to you.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips suggestively and your thighs quiver impatiently, in desperate need of his face between them.

"Jungkook", you whine swaying your hips towards him, practically pleading for him.

"I know baby, I know", he coos at you pressing a wet kiss on each of your thighs, enjoying the way they once again quiver in need.

Finally heeding your plea, he flattens his tongue before sliding it over your folds, groaning contentedly at the sweet taste of your arousal.

You gasp, muscles going taut, as the pleasure spreads throughout your whole body.

"Let me hear you, baby", he rasps against your pussy, now starting to properly eat you out.

You don't need to be asked twice.

Your fingers tangled in his short hair, you lean your head back letting soft moans spill from your lips again.

Jungkook touches the blade of his tongue on your clit before starting to suck on it, earning the sweetest, little cry from you.

His eyes set on you, the intensity of his gaze being the testament to his fervour in pleasing you.

It's not until he starts rapidly lapping at your folds, like a man starved, that you feel the pulsation of your approaching orgasm.

"Jungkook, I'm about to-", you attempt to warn him but he seems to already know what you're about to say.

"Mm, yeah I know you love this, baby. I know this will make you cum".

He quirks his pierced eyebrow at you, giving your thighs a tight squeeze before getting back into it.

Your hips heatedly stutter when your entire body finally dissolves into pleasure, Jungkook gripping your thighs tightly to keep you in place so he can help you ride out your orgasm.

He swears he could gaze at your beautiful blissed-out face forever.

But he's not done with you yet...

"Why don't you turn around for me, baby?", he smacks his lips sloppily against your flushed pussy, making you jump at the sensitivity still too dazed by that orgasm.

And yet, unsteady as you are, you comply as you turn to face the bathroom wall.

Meanwhile, Jungkook has stood back up to position you properly; guiding your palms to rest against the white tiles and your back to arch towards them.

Oh, you're in such capable hands...

Soon, the sound of hips snapping against hips starts to resonate in the bathroom.

Jungkook grips your love handles tightly to keep you steady as your breasts are now pushed up against the bathroom wall.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good".

A loud whine is the only response he gets from you in return as you rest your cheek against the cold tiles, keeping your back arched for him.

Removing one hand from gripping you, he runs his fingers down the length of your back making you shudder.

But you know this serene stimulation isn't meant to last for long.

After all, Jungkook isn't known to be a patient man...

The sound of a slap echoes through the bathroom and the pleasurable sting on the skin of your ass signals the first signs of Jungkook's impatience.

Still, it catches you off guard.

Instinctively, you push yourself off the wall, your back now up against his chest.

"Didn't see that coming, huh baby?", he teases you before burying his entire length inside your pussy.

Gasping, you latch onto his shoulders in an attempt to keep your balance.

He immediately notices, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist.

"Jungkook, kiss me", you pant angling your face to find his mouth.

Both your lips and bodies now joined as one, the two of you relish in the shared intimacy.

However, your current position soon alerts you of how uncomfortable it actually is.

Once again, reading into your discomfort, Jungkook draws the kiss to an end before slowly pulling out of you as well.

You whine in spite of yourself, bothered by the sudden feeling of emptiness, and quickly turn around to latch yourself onto him again.

Jungkook lets out an amused chuckle and grabs onto your hips, easily lifting you up against him and trapping you between himself and the wall.

You're about to wrap your legs around his waist, but the moment he fills you with his cock, you let out a hum feeling them go limp.

"Hold onto me, baby, yeah?", he urges you as his grip, now on your thighs, tightens and you wrap your arms around his shoulders instead.

When he starts thrusting into you again, setting a rhythmic pace, this time you rest your forehead on his, your soft moans mingling with his light groans.

"You'll give me one more, won't you baby? Such a good girl for me".

If you weren't already close by his cock rocking into you, you'd surely come undone just by those words of his.

"Yes, I'm gonna cum, Jungkook-", you gasp feeling the familiar waves of pleasure wash over you, bringing your orgasm ashore.

It feels as if your body melts against him and you relax yourself against him, gently hugging him.

"I'm not done yet", he states picking your almost limp body up and carrying you out of the bathroom.

His statement barely registers in your hazy post-orgasm mind, so your gullible self chooses to ignore it as you wrap your arms and legs against him, nuzzling your face against his neck.

He grabs a towel, one hand remaining around you to support your weight, and then heads back to your bedroom.

Spreading the towel over your sheets, Jungkook lays you on them and climbs over above you, eagerly guiding his cock to your entrance.

Your eyes, droopy from the previous pleasure, now widen in surprise.

"Jungkook, you can't mean-", you're about to protest when his eyes laser into yours, a predatory instinct shining in them.

"I said I'm not done yet".

[4pfsukuna]

Match my freak

Who knew arrogant playful and king of unserious antics was a cam boy? But can you match his freak?

Warning: Gojo is the warning. fingering, oral, back shots.

inspired by this, also this and especially this from twitter

part 2 here

“My glorious blue eyed king” you sweet talk into the phone a shrill tone in your voice. Adrenaline had still been pumping through your veins from the loud music of the club— it was supposed to be girls night with your friends. Until someone decided to climb on the speakers, fall and send blood across the floor.

“Flattery gets you everywhere with me” your bestfriend and ⅓ of your friend group rasp into the phone and he sounds slightly out of breath. “So you must want something” he deadpans and you release a dranatic gasp.

“How dare you?” You scoff the banter between you two stirred up so easily. The flash of police lights in the distance lets you know the club wont be opening back up tonight and why take the train an hour back home when he owns a penthouse in the city about 15 minutes away.

“Maybe i just wanted to check on you” you huff adjusting your lip gloss the wind blowing strands of your jet black middle part 30” bundles into it. 

“Mhmm. '' and he doesn't even try to make it sound believable and you shift on your feet the strap of your heels hurting but you refuse to take them off and raw dog the ground barefooted.

“You know— because I'm a good friend.” you add twirling the front layers of your hair around your finger.

“Sure princess” hes rolling his eyes playfully and you hear him shuffling through the phone.

“And i just couldnt imagine you being so lonely in that huge penthouse by yourself” you finally giggle into the phone hearing him chuckle.

“Uber black?” He ask the phone now on speaker and you can hear him typing into the phone.

“This is why youre my glorious blue eyed king” you tease before hanging up knowing your friends were about to start gushing again for the millionth time about how you two should just start dating since you flirted so much. But they just didn't understand your relationship it was similar to how you and Suguru were as well.

The car ride is smooth and he sends nothing but the best, when you arrive the driver opens the door, bids you a good night and only pulls off once he's sure you've made it indoors. Not wasting much time in the lobby you use the keyfob to let yourself up letting Satoru know you were close so he could have the door open.

“You look like a prostitute” he teases the minute he opens the door for you, taking in your outfit— a black mini skirt that exposed almost half of your butt cheeks and the crop top pushed your titties out so much they faced your chin and the heels… it was a suprise you didnt hurt yourself.

that playful demeanor that never dwindles when hes around you but you still punch him hard in his shoulder. 

“Ow! Id pay for you though” and this time he knows the hit is coming so he dodges creating enough distance between you two.

“Please, youre the one who answered the door shirtless bird chest out” you joke back letting your purse strap fall off your shoulder heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

“Just cause you gawk at my 8 pack and muscles doesnt make it a bird chest” he flexes running a hand through his snow white hair sending you a wink.

Before you could answer his phone rings and the black koi fish display picture lets you know it's suguru the 2nd of your friend trio.

“Yeah i gotta take this, you know where my clothes are” he tells you, nodding you setting your purse on the table and plugging your phone up to his charger. You weren’t a stranger to having sleepovers,  stealing his clothes and his whole bed. He actually enjoyed your platonic yet teasing relationship.

heading into his room everything is neatly in place except for his bed sheets and there's a light blue glow coming from his computer screen.

Ready to ignore it until you see your nick name for him on the screen “blue eyed king” and your eyes are instantly locked in on the saved livestream of him holding his dick in his hand. Being the nosy nancy you are you begin scrolling down seeing clips of him with a cock ring on, a vibrator on his tip and even one on some throne. Each video had a large amount of money next to it and some of the video's viewers count almost close to reaching the millions.

Each of them you notice he’s wearing his blind fold maybe to hide his identity, maybe its a kink people have you aren’t able to dwell more on it because his voice breaks your thoughts.

“—top shelf and you cant reach the—“ he stops in his tracks the arrogant smirk on his face falling once he notices what your eyes are on. He freezes completely once he realizes his fuck up hes honestly not even sure how much youve seen and hes ready to begin apologizing but his lips wont move.

You on the other hand have never seen thee Gojo Satoru freeze let alone have a deer in the headlights expression and you want to milk it but you can imagine the thoughts swirling in his head and the way his ears are burning red youd just have to committ it to memory and get him another day.

“Is this why youre so rich?” You ask glancing back at the screen and this time your eye catches the “audio only” tab and questions begin floating in your mind faster than you have time to form a sentence. But he knows you and knows whats coming he doesnt want to talk about it and hear you call him weird or disgusting so he rushes forward trying to play it off.

“Well arent you a peeping tom” his smirk returns as he goes to one of his closets grabbing an old jujutsu high tshirt for you trying to divert your attention but you dont take the bait.

“A peeping tom is someone who watches i was just a nosy nancy” you speak matter of factly before realizing what you said when his smirk broadens as he stands infront of you holding out the shirt and ready to close the screen. He doesnt expect for your hand to reach out and stop him.

“All of the dates are from friday nights, you go live then?” You ask and he tries to shake your hand off when did you get so strong?

“When you and suguru are typically to busy to interrupt” he finally gritts out still trying to keep a cool demeanor. Since this is the last thing he wants to talk about, hes ready to use his other hand but you grab that too the shirt falling on the floor between the two of you.

“Is me being here interrupting?” You ask curiously and his eyes meet your wide eyed curious expression and he hates when you give him that look or got serious with him. He loved the playful banter seriousness was for suguru not you.

“Of course not my first priority is making sure youre okay and safe” he tells you scratching the back of his head, you wish you could record this moment and save it cause gojo acting awkward when you were sure his only personality trait was an arrogant flirtatious know it all.

“So prove it, go live then while i'm here” you taunt and you couldn't blame the alcohol you only had 3 shots and you were sure they've worn off by now this was pure curiosity and a slight bit of arousal. But to Gojo it was a challenge he saw right through you.

“Fine” he shruggs looking at the time making sure it wasnt to late though hes sure hes built his fanbase up enough to the point of them waiting all weekend for him.

“And i want to watch” you tell him taking a seat on the desk looking around his room for a brief moment but his quietness grabs your attention so when your eyes settle back on him and he has his usual arrogant smirk you know hes about to say something stupid.

“Sweetheart if you wanted to see if my cock was really that big in person that was all you had to say” he teases crossing his arms not expecting you to match his stance.

“I do so chop chop glow stick boy and dont be shy. And stop calling it that its a dick” you tease at the cultural difference in the word.

Satoru positions you out of the frame, dims the over head lights adjust his blindfold and starts the live stream an alert going off to his subscribers that hes online.

A particular ding sound catches your attention and you look over seeing people are sending him money with notes.

$5 take it off.

$8 lose the sweats

$9 jerk off through the sweats.

$3 tease us.

$20 to grab it through the sweats.

$15 to show off your happy trail

$40 to say hi princess

$10 to say hi princess

And he chuckles licking his lips. No way he just made $100 and hasn’t even said a word, pretty privilege is real.

“Hi princess” and your mouth waters slightly it was the exact same tone he used with you and although he had a blind fold on you knew he was looking directly at you.

Its not long before his pants are around his ankles and his boners peaking through the cotton gray boxers, a wet stain from the precum as grips himself through his boxer's voice getting heavier with lust.

Its when he hooks his thumb in and lowers it exposing his sculpted  vline even further, then his happy trail that leads to his neatly trimmed white bush and finally his long length with a slight curve and pink oozing tip.

For the first time that night your legs rub together and it doesn’t go unnoticed by satoru. He instead decides to make a show taking longer pumps off his length putting emphasis on his curve and smearing the precum letting out little exaggerated groans.

There's a constant stream of dings before he chuckles heavily and this time you cross your legs a weird stir you’ve never felt before heats up your core listening to how deep his voice is.

“Yeah i am more vocal tonight with— mnnnffff- my groans. I have an audience” he tells his viewers and a few more dings come through.

$10 thats so hot

$50 fuckkkkk imagine being in the room with him.

$51 id pay to be in that room.

$30 why am i hard (im a girl)

“She’s actually the reason I’m streaming tonight so say thank you to her” he admits and the dings start shooting faster

$5 thank you

$37 there is a goddess

$60 thank youuuu

$90 thank you to the blue eyes’ princess

“Look at how much you made” he tells you a silent promise he'd give those tips to you before chuckling at the princess comment. “Shes such a good girl”

And that comment has you rubbing your legs together once more. When did it get so hot in here?

“You ok, princess?” He ask licking his bottom lip slowing down his pace his eyes focused on the thickness of your brown thighs squeezing together. You nod but thats not enough for him. “Come on use your words for me” he stays in character forcing you to speak.

“Yes Toru, i-im okay” your voice is soft and sultry and he definitely has never heard it that low it does something to him and he has to change his focus before this whole thing is over to fast.

 A few more dings ping through at the sound of your voice

$19 she sounds hot

$23 fuck there is another person there

$45 ugh i just know hell talk you thru it

$30 the stutter was so perfect

$50 her voice is so sext

$2 sexy*

$35 she sounds so innocent

“Innocent? She’s anything but! she actually has a cute little but plug in right now” he scoffs before letting spit drop from his lips onto his dick and your fingers grip the seat he takes notice smirking at you now. Your jaw drops and you honestly aren’t sure if its from his action or words.

“Feeling tense over there? You are the one who wanted to watch” he smirks before biting his bottom lip only to stiffle a mosn.

“It looks cute with my skirt!” You snap back wanting to defend yourself but that just sends the dings back in action with pleas to show them the plug.

“No” he immediately tells them not thinking it Would go that far and honestly wanting to respect your boundaries, this wasn’t something the two of you talked about and he wasn’t going to put you on the spot.

But you stand stepping into the view of the camera bending over slightly to show a glimpse of the plug. It's silent between the two of you. The only sound is the dings and comments. The light reflects of the body shimmer on your brown skin perfectly.

He doesn’t realize he’s frozen after you sit down for a moment in complete shock you quite literally showed your ass. A thick bead of precum rest at his tip and he had to take a deep breath to not cum right there.

“She's such a cock tease isn't she” and that spurs you on. You're quick to stand again though before you can get fully in frame Satoru stands black scarf in hand as he ties it around the lower half of your mouth protecting your identity.

The minute he finishes youre bent over, slight arch showing the ring and Gojo decides fuck the comments at this point and the new viewers and subscribers. Sitting on the bed next to you he arches you forward even more now giving a slight view of the wet spot on your cherry red panties.

But your pussy lips are so fat they suck in the fabric giving more of a view though it blocks the ring. Slowly reaching out to grab the string of your thong he notices you don’t even flinch at his fingers brushing your core. He hooks a second finger in sliding down to your lips, knuckles brushing against your clit making you whine slightly.

The sound pulls him from his heaven and his face is instantly lined up with yours.

“Im sorry sweetheart, you don’t have to do this” he quickly apologizes and it dies on his tongue with the eye roll you send him.

“What? I just want to know if i can have the money they send… it’s only fair since its my ass” you ponder making your butt jiggle with a shake of your thighs the dings of money increasing as you prove your point.

Pulling up your mask enough to reveal your lips Gojo leaves a sloppy kiss tongue tangling with yours over you lean back into it.

“Hollow. That’s your safe word. Say it and I’ll stop, okay?” He chases your lips once more sucking on your bottom lip before adjusting your mask and going back to your thong.

Spreading you open, Satoru feels his dick twitch watching the wet sticknyess pull apart on your folds followed by the soft sound it makes.

$38 shes so wet

$57 you can hear the wetness

$50 you can see how wet she is

His fingers trace further down your lips spreading your puffy folds, admiring so much he almost forgets what is happening. He sucks a long digit in his mouth before slowly pressing it into your hole with slight resistance because you’re so tight.

Your soft gasp makes him pull out even slower rubbing the juices on your clit in circles before pressing the digit back in. Having Satorus finger in you wasnt at all how you thought your night would go but as he starts pumping with a particular curl you let out soft moans.

“Your pussy is so pretty and wet princess” he rasp adding a second finger smacking your ass with the other hand. The sharp sting is followed by a soft rub and you can feel yourself getting wetter the more he pumps his fingers. 

He uses his other hand to circle your clit, leaving open mouth kisses on your hip playfully nipping a cheek.

“Mmphhh…fuck toru” you moan softly pushing back slightly on his fingers when he applies a tad bit more pressure to your clit. But theres a slight hesitation to his actions you can tell a part of him is nervous to break the boundary but his fingers are already inside of you.

“Toruuuu please” you whine clenching on his fingers and hes not sure what does it but he begins pumping his fingers faster with more force. Your moans come out louder at a particular curl of his finger making his breathing heavy.

“Tell me how good it feels princess” he demands but there's a slight whine to his voice as if he needs it, needs to hear how good he's doing. Of course he has a praise kink. 

“Sooo good, feels so good” you whine equally as needy he pulls his fingers out popping them into his mouth letting out a groan of his own. He twist his fingers in your core once more before licking all over them savoring your taste.

“I want you to ride my tongue” He husk out, applying a lot more pressure on your clit making you lurch forward the wetness running down your legs now. You nod and he's on his knees in no time head between your legs and tongue licking over your underwear. 

Your leg buckles and hes quick to use the moment as an oppurtunity to place a hand on either cheek massaging and spreading as he devours your clit through your underwear. It was so needy he was at your complete mercy like this and you loved it you could feel the wetness gushing out of you. 

He finally rips your underwear off and latches on to your clit licking, sucking and flicking his tongue while pushing another finger in your core.

“Fuck toru” you whine the pleasure shooting through your whole body a hand sinking into his hair with a light grip which only spurs him on. 

“Taste so good” He moans watching you from his spot beneath you before leaving two sharp smacks on your left cheek groaning at your wetness.

Adding two more fingers before he begins to move faster the squelching sounds increase and when his long slender fingers hit a spongy spot inside of you, your legs buckle.

“You gonna cum for me?”he asks and you know this little pervert knows there's a teasing tone in his voice that never leaves no matter how horny he is. You love it!

“T-toru im—nghh” your body clenches as the first orgasm of the night builds up your hands tightening up in his hair “fuuuuuck” you moan, the juices dripping down his face but he keeps going letting you ride through your orgasm.

His fingers slow down enough for you to catch your breath and when you turn to face the monitor you catch sight of him pumping his dick in his hand. He hasnt stopped licking though instead now hes licking up every drop of your juices messily and its smearing on his face down to his chin and chest.

The sight has your mouth watering again and this time you grind against his tongue at a slow pace and his hands slow down to match your grind. His tongue trails down to your hole thrusting in and out and when you grind faster his fist pumps faster his groans becoming louder and frequent borderlining whimpers. Its when his tongue slips even further back dancing across the plug that you yank him by his hair.

“Toru!” Your voice cracks and his chuckles vibrate against your core in typical Gojo fashion to laugh at everything.

“Mmmm sorry princess, got carried away” his muffled voice speaks, devious tone in his voice still. His hands reach up to pull your skirt and underwear down but he ends up tearing them both off in the process along with your shirt as he stands up.

“Sorry princess” he repeats though this time before you can process his mouth latches onto a brown nipple swirling a tongue around it as he pinches the other pulling a moan from you switching nipples and repeating the process.

Slowly sitting on the bed he turns you pulling you back up against his chest and props your legs up so the camera has a perfect view of what hes about to do.

$30 ive already came 3 times

$10 hes usually a dom but subbing 4 her

$17 are they both switches

$60 theyre giving us more!

$65 her pussy is so pretty

$8 this is my last $8

$13 is she a switch too?

He chuckles wrapping a hand around your neck fingers trailing back down to your clit as he uses his middle finger hes watching the camera and it seems like hes watching the camera but hes really watching you. The way your brows furrow, your eyes alternate between fluttering and squeezing shut has him in a trance, you were so responsive and hes waited so long for this hes not sure if he should take it slow or completely slut you out.

Pushing a finger in your core angled at that spongey spot a loud squelch has your hips bucking into his palm with a long drawn out moan that goes straight to his dick. Using his hand on your neck he forces your head to stay directed at the screen and watch yourself as he picks up speed pumping harder.

“You look so pretty spread out and open for me like this” he praises, kissing the side of your head before his lips trace down to your ear nibbling and groaning in it, sending another shock of pleasure to your core, making you clench.

He's reveling in having you this close feeling the heat of your gorgeous brown skin contrasting against his pale skin, the way your hands are gripping onto him the way your eyes float from watching him through the screen to looking down between your legs.

“Oooh you got wetter when i moaned in your ear, you like that? Or is the praise” he ask grinning when your hips lift to buck into his hand again. You wrap a hand around his bicep nails digging in lightly as you try to adjust the pleasure building to much and too quickly, but he removes his hand from your neck and pushes your hips down slapping your clit.

You're losing your mind equally as much as him, his cool hard chest pressed into your back, the rich yet light scent of his expensive cologne and the way his soft lips are never off your skin for long. The attraction had always been there but never acted on it for unknown reasons. You were contempt with keeping him as a friend and if that meant being a cam girl and receiving endless orgasms for tonight and never talking about it again you were completely fine with that

“Keep being a good girl for me baby,” he rasp out picking up speed. “Your pussy is so fucking perfect, so tight and gushy i cant wait to feel you.”

The knot begins to build in you at your words your hips with a mind of their own and he slaps your clit twice more. He knew exactly what to say, exactly how to talk you through it without being overly aggressive. Dare you even call him a soft dom.

“Youre so gorgeous, you smell good—“ he breathes in your hair. “Taste good” and he licks down your neck.

“Sound good” and he thrust his fingers harder into your spongey spot making the squelching louder and a “fuck” falls from your lips.

“Your my good girl, my perfect fucking girl” and you feel his hips begin grinding into you from behind your hips trying to match his along with his thrust leaving you a stuttering mess. 

Your mind and legs were equal parts mush from hearing him say that alone and it's suddenly clear why he had audio clips as well, he would do such a good job at talking anyone through it with the constant praise with the perfect amount of sluttyness to it.

“I want you to cum for me princess, show daddy how hard you can cum all over my fingers. I want this pretty pussy to gush for me” he stutters slapping your clit as he thrust harder and faster not caring about your hips anymore because he had a firm grip and knew what was coming.

When your nails dig in one arm and tries to push the other away he chuckles slapping your clit even harder.

“T-toru i— nnghhh. Im g-gonna…” you whine throwing your head back feeling your whole body lock up this time feeling different from the first.

“Yeah baby? Gonna cum for me go ahead show me how pretty you look wh—“ his words are cut off by you squirting your whole body shaking as you do and he cant stop fingering you through it enjoying the way youre wetting up his hands and legs.

“Oh fuck! Feels so—FUCK” and youre gushing even more before the prior one even had time and being the bully he is satoru doesnt spare you he slaps your clit harder listening to your voice get so high. 

“Toru i-i cant… i cant” you whine But youre getting to close to the edge of the bed from sliding that he has to pull you back yet he doesnt stop hes already decided he wants to fucking ruin you, overstimulate you sol when you think about it in the future you cum from the thought.

“Cant whaaaaat?” He drags out turning his slaps into rubs on your clit but the speed is still there and from the way your eyes are rolling into the back of your head he has no intentions on slowing down.

“I cant take it… fuck… i” you breathe nearly choking trying to escape his grasp but he holds you tighter watching as your brows furrow in pure pleasure body convulsing “i cant” you dry sob

“You crying?” He chuckles, slowing down slightly but it doesn't matter, his fingers are still twisting inside of you in ways that you're sure is a way to pull your soul from your body.

“You can take it and you will cum one more time for me and i promise to stuff you full of my cock” and thats the magic words because you're gushing on his fingers again at shock of how much could actually come out of your body.

“You did so good baby, ‘m gonna give you what you want” he promises propping up two pillows and positioning you on your belly on top of them smiling at the way youre to weak to move which was his plan. Satoru loved your friendship as much as you did, loved you as much as suguru but had you given him the chance to fuck your he’d make it worth your time he just couldn’t be childish and jackrabbit or even cum to quick. 

He also knew you were to competitive and dominant if you felt like he was fucking you to intenseley youd fuck back and the thought has had hin cuming in his hand in under 5 minutes multiple times. Rubbing his tip against your folds a few times he watches as your slick covers his tip and if this was a dream he’d want to die in his sleep.

“My pillow princess” he chuckles though before you can retaliate hes sliding all 8 inches in filling you to the brim and his fingers wrap around to find your clit again making your jaw drop and eyes roll back.

“Fuck baby, your pussys so—nnghh” he groans thrusting slow but deeply he slightly repositions trying not to cum to quick but fuck you were so warm and squeezing him so tight he was glad he gave you so many orgasms earlier cause if you had the energy to flirt the way you typically do hed be done for.

Satoru also wasn't what you expected during sex, you aren't sure what you expected, maybe more teasing aggressiveness… you aren't sure but he was definitely a lover. He was soft, diligent, took his time and definitely made sure to please. 

“Keep that perfect arch for me” he groans leaning his head back when you sink more into the arch and meet his thrust. Your ass jiggling on him with the feeling of you gushing on him was too much and he needed you to cum before he did.

Licking up your spine tattoo he leaves a bunch of open mouth kisses before leaning forward completely grabbing your neck. He begins moaning the most filthiest stuff in your ear and you swear you see stars at his dirty talk.

“Want you to cum all over this dick, its yours mama. Cum all over your dick make a mess for me” he whines his voice higher than before and you know hes close the thought alone is enough to make you release on his fingers. A kiss is placed against your head and you feel him smile with satisfaction before fucking into you deeper than before.

“Fuck toru” you scream nails digging into his hand which doesnt stop him theres only one thing that could but from  the way you clenched for the hundreth time tonight it didnt seem as if youd be using that word.

“I love hearing you moan my name, makes me want to fill your pussy up with my cum. You w-want that?” He talks louder and yes you do want that.

“Harder toru harder” you beg feeling your body begin to lock up again at the thought and his hips stutter for a moment before letting out a rough laugh but giving you exactly what you want.

“Fuck im about to… cum with me princess, give me everything you got baby fuck your pussy feels so good! So tight and you keep gripping me tighter! I want to feel you cum baby please cum on me” he babbles clearly pussy drunk and somewhere along the way overstimulated himself his rhythm so sloppy now unable to stop his rambling.

“Fuck tell me its mine tell me youll cum for me”  he whimpers and you pull his by his hair to your lips kissing him through the mask squeezing youre core as tight as you can

“Yours” you moan out the second you cum feeling him cum right behind you and its sooo much and so warm as it fills you up you cant stop bucking into his hand from the sensation. He collapses next to you grabbing the camera from the night stand and switching from the computer monitor.

He doesn't say anything except breathes heavy and scoops some of the cum that spilled out and pushes it back into you with his middle finger. The scene sends off more dings and he chuckles.

The next time your eyes open you feel something wet between your legs and almost use the safe word until you notice its just a warm rag between your legs wiping you down.

“Its just me you did so good princess”  you hear Gojos voice purring as he rubs your legs. “So good for me, youre so perfect” 

The praises ring out and all you can do is have a lopsided grin on your face as you bask in the praise of the glorious blue eyed king. He leaves a kiss on your forehead climbing into bed next to you and wrapping an arm aroubd your body pulling you close and away from the wet spot.

Snuggling into him he hums kissing your head again, his hand coming down to massage your lower back. The sound of scattered dings makes your eyes open and he uses a remote to turn the stream off and the computer monitor while pulling off your mask.

He actually doesn't stop kissing your head and cheeks aftercare obviously a strong suit for him amongst everything else.

“I knew you werent rich cause of your brains… its your dick” you smirk peaking with one eye and watching as he smirks pulling off his blindfold showing his bright blue eyes.

“So you think i give good dick?” He ask arrogant smile on his face earning an eye roll but theres a teasing smile on your face.

“Princess?” He ask as you roll over to the other side letting out an exaggerated yawn. 

“Was that a no?” You hear him ask and you let out a giggle.

It's silent for a moment before You feel the tip of his dick at your entrance and shutter when he slowly pushes in the two of you moaning in sync.

“Call me your glorious blue eyed king and ill think about taking it easy on you” he groans in your ear with a small thrust. Wrapping an arm around the back of his neck and pushing back he lets one hand find a nipple and the other your clit.

“You have such a filthy mouth” you tell him remembering everything he said as you reach down to caress his balls making his hips stutter,

“Fuck… keep doing shit like that and im never leaving this pussy” he whimpers as your hand keeps massaging, fucking you a bit faster. He cups your clit grunting before flipping you on your back and throwing a leg over his shoulder leaning forward so your face to face.

“Tell me how good i feel wrapped around you” you demand wrapping your other leg around his shoulder and locking your ankles behind his neck. He closes his eyes for a second trying not to lose his mind and go absolutely feral at the way your core just opened up for him with that motion but fuck…

“Hope you like lunch because the way im going to fucking you were not going to wake up in time for breakfast.”

“Mmmm my glorious blue eyed king” you tease watching his eyes glow a little bit brighter.

Well if you made it this far shout out to you this is actually going to be a mini series about satoru suguru and reader becoming poly they actually can all be read as stand alones for my adhd girls/gays/theys and thems and will hold a recap/intro paragraph that explains what lead up to the moment even though i know were all really just here for the smut.

[lovekawaas]

frat party w/ college boyfr! gojo

cw: smut (MDNI), sex under the influence(consensual), mentions of drinking, p in v, pussy eating, blowjob, fingering, creampie, fem! reader, not proofread

wc: 3.2k words

a/n: i hope you all enjoy everyone's favorite munch!

you took one last look in the mirror, smacking your lips to your relfection to test out your fresh gloss. your boyfriend, satoru, surely was gonna get a kick out of this. it was halloween and your boyfriend's fraternity was known for throwing the biggest party every year. you had never gone before, not wanting to get overwhelmed by the crowd. but with your boyfriend as the president, you knew that you couldn't miss out. you only hoped that your costume was equally as wowing.

you decided on dressing up as a playboy bunny, satoru being hugh hefner of course. tight black corset bodysuit flush to your skin pushing up your breasts in just the right way. you adjust your bunny ears on your head, making sure that it sits right amongst your freshly curled hair. putting on a pair of black boots, you slide them over tights. your phone buzzes on your dorm bed behind you.

toru<3: downstairs baby

toru<3: lmk when ur heading down

your eyes do a sweep around your room to see if there's any last minute touches you need or anything you should put away. you already planned on spending the night at your boyfriend's so you tried to leave as little mess for your roommate as possible. another buzz startles you. you always knew your boyfriend to be rather impatient.

toru<3: come on pretty girl, the pregame is jus starting

9:15 PM. it's still pretty early to you but you guess that fraternities just run on a different schedule. you grab your phone to send a quick text to him so he knows you're coming down. you snag your room keys hanging on the wall next to your door and head towards the elevator.

you walk out front letting the cool night air of october wash over you. you silently curse at yourself for forgetting to bring a jacket.

"y/n! my super hot, sexy, gorgeous girlfriend!" satoru exclaims waltzing up to you with open arms. he crushes you with a warm hug rocking you back and forth as you giggle in his hold. he pulls back noticing your shivers and removes his wine velvet robe draping it over you leaving him shirtless. clad in just fitted black jeans and his sailor hat. it swallows you whole, warming you up immediately. "toru won't you be cold?". "nah don't worry. took a few shots with the boys before i walked over here. i'm warm enough". you playfully smack his chest at the admission. he looks down at you, pitch black shades sliding down his nose revealing just the slightest bit of his eyes. the piercing blues connects with your own and he smiles, "my beautiful bunny".

you check your phone when the two of you arrive at his frat house.

9:23 PM. bright lights and loud bass boom through the walls. the music is pounding and the party hasn't even started yet. quietly, you follow satoru through the halls as he leads to a room. passing by many open doors, you subtly peek in to see the varying array of party goers. princesses and vampires. boxers and angels. any kind of costume you could imagine you saw. satoru stops without notice and you bump into his back with a soft grunt. he turns to ask if you're okay but you wave him off before he can make too much of a fuss.

he leads you into a room with some other party goers. some of them you recognize, his frat brothers. you really only knew them in passing, seeing them from the times you came to the house to spend time with toru in his room or sleepover. others, you've never seen before. girls in a wide array of costumes. dallas cowboy cheerleaders, britney spears', and a...honestly you can't quite make out that last one but you shrug it off. after your quick scan of the room, you bring your attention back to toru as he grins holding two colorful plastic shot glasses up to you. you snag one and a cheeky "bottoms up m'lady" follows as you quickly pour it into your mouth. the bitter taste of the alcohol making you scunch your nose in disgust.

"ew toru what was that?"

"tequila, now come on time for your second one" and he snatches your empty shot glass, replacing it with the second one he grabbed. "you didn't take one too?" you question. "i told you pretty i started drinking beforehand" he tells you. so you down the second one without a fuss. your body feels warm all over, the liquor you ingested traveling through your bloodstream. the two shots you had turn into five. and a seltzer. and a beer. and maybe just one more shot. and satoru, ever the party animal, is downing drinks left and right. any solo cup he can get his hands has been drinken. he's shotgunning beers with his brothers. he's knealing on the dirty frat floor to let a bro pour a bottle into his mouth. you check your phone again.

10:13PM. the party has just started. the doors have barely opened to the lines of people waiting to be let in. the house slowly starts to fill up with a crowd. and you guys are fucked.

satoru has a higher tolerance than you, yes. being the seasoned drinker he is as a fraternity president, he knows how to handle his alcohol. but both of you may have taken it a little too far this time as every shout, scream, and squeal now echos in your head. your hands clammy and your vision spinning as your world circles around you. you feel flush, almost fully sweating.

at first, you thought it was all the alcohol. then, you thought maybe it was all of the people packed into the house. but feeling the slick pooling at your core, your thighs clench together realizing the warmth you feel is from something else entirely. you're horny. the heat gets to you as you remember you still have on satoru's robe. you walk over to him like a new born baby deer, boots almost weighing you down and you paw at his shoulder. he turns his attention from the conversation with his brother fully onto you. "s'toru" you hiccup. "i'm really hot. can we go to your room?".

you don't even have time to bat a lash before you're being quickly whisked away to the other side of the house. "the president's suite", a golden plaque reads dab smack above the doorframe. you know you've been in this room multiple times but right now, you're looking around for any identifying factor to ground you in this moment. the door shuts and locks behind you muffling the raging party just right outside. and you stumble back onto the bed in the center of the room. he reaches into a nearby mini fridge and grabs an ice cold bottle of water, cracking it open for you. lifting it to your lips, satoru gently holds the back of your head as you drink from it. setting it aside, satoru slides his robe off of you revealing your bunny costume underneath that had been hidden all night.

"you feelin alright baby?"

a firm hand rubs your thigh, fingers occasionally getting caught in the loops of your fishnets. satoru slurs his words too. you can tell he's really drunk. a quick gaze down to his crotch and you can see that he's hard. bulge scarily noticable. you know him well enough to know that his cock is straining against the zipper of his jeans. but he's restraining himself. making sure to care of you first. making sure that you're okay.

you get up from the bed, trying to sexily sway your ass in your costume as you walk away from him. sure, you stumble. missing a step or two as you trip over your feet boots clunking on the ground. but you're certain that the only thing your boyfriend really catches is the white fuzzy tail on your ass as it moves from side to side. stopping, you turn around to face him.

"s'toru"

he jumps up. hands quickly making their way around your waist, steadying you so you don't fall.

"yes baby"

doe eyes meet his. glossy from the intoxication. you hold his gaze.

"feelin like i wanna suck your cock"

his lips crash onto yours, one hand harshly holding the back of your head, his slim fingers tangling into your curls. other hand grabbing the fat of your ass groping and squeezing it in his hand. the kiss is messy. teeth clattering against each other, tongues fighting to find their rhythm. but it's so good. so good until satoru pulls away.

"y/n. are you sure? we both drank a lot and we can just go back outside. i don't want you to do anything you don't want to do"

even almost blackout drunk, your satoru remains to be the most kind gentleman you know. you nod feverently. but he grabs your chin stopping.

"i need words baby"

"i wanna suck your cock s'toru"

breaking away from him you drop to your knees, fiddling with the zipper of his pants. he helps you, unbuttoning the top of his jeans forcefully shoving them down for you. grabbing the waistband of his underwear, you pull them down to get to his cock. it's rock hard, twitching towards your palm when you grab it in your hand. no matter how many times you've seen it, his dick never fails to mesmerize you. it's the prettiest pink you think you've ever seen, thin but still long with slight veins running up the sides. you snap out your drunken daze realizing you've been staring when you feel a hand tangle in your hair, grabbing it and forcing you to look up.

"come on bunny, don't tease me now"

Immediately, you make haste. lips locking onto the tip letting your tongue swirl around it. you didn't even know your mouth could have this much saliva in it but maybe it's just the alcohol. "god fuck y/n, you feel so good", toru chimes in. you continue to lower your mouth down past the tip until your face hits skin and little hairs brush against your nose. up and down, up and down, over and over and over again. the saliva building until it starts to seep out the sides of your mouth. it's sloppy. you're drooling like a dog as you suck.

"jus like that baby...ah...fuck...ngh..keep going pretty keep going".

toru's slurring his words more now but you can't quite tell if its from all the drinks he's had or if your head is really just that good right now. wanting to bring him more pleasure regardless, you bring a hand to his shaft using it to pump his cock in tandem with your lips as they move. you hear a sharp inhale from above letting you know that you're doing something right. you bring your other hands to balls to fondle them. satoru can feel his abs start to tighten up. all of the sensations taking over his brain. your mouth on his penis being the only thing he can bring himself to think about not even minding the party that's happenig right outside his door.

"ahhh...ah...ah...ah...ahh..FUCK y/n i'm close. i wanna cum on your face. lemme paint that pretty face".

toru's wish is your command.

you pulls your lips off using the hand that's left to start pumping feverently. tilting your head back, opening your mouth letting your tongue loll out to the side, you pump him until he finally breaks. painting your face with milky white strands. satoru looks down at you and he thinks it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. you, on your knees before him, painted in his cum wearing a playboy bunny outfit.

he swear he feels his heart clench. but then he thinks about it again and it's probably just his dick. he drops down to his knees to meet you on the ground, gently adjusting the ears on your head so they're back in place. with no words, he takes a firm hand and grabs your chin before he's bringing it to him and licking the cum off your face. man does alcohol make you do strange things.

"jus wanna make sure my baby s'all clean"

satoru picks you up to lead you to the bed, sitting down first before placing you on his lap. he brushes the messy curls of your hair out of your face, holding you tightly to him before kissing you. it's sloppy and messy and there's spit everywhere but you're so drunk you don't even mind. his wet lips travel to kiss along your jawline to down your neck reaching further and further down. he tugs down at the top of your costume to release your breasts. slobbery lips connect to your nipples and you can't help but moan.

the soft suckles of his mouth as it latches onto you. the way that his tongue feels as it swirls. it's all just too much.

"wanna see all of my pretty bunny".

and then he's tugging the rest of your bodysuit down until it's thrown onto the floor of his room. gently laying you back against his giant bed, he takes a loop of tights beneath his finger and then yanks until the little loops snap to open up your pussy for him. "toru!" you protest.

"don't worry baby, I'll buy you new ones".

he pulls your panties to the side and begins to drool at the sight before him. your sweet cunt dripping with sweetness. all just for him. he sticks a finger inside of you, pushing it back as deep as he can. and you squeal back at him from the unexpectedness of the feeling. it isn't long before he adds a second finger, plunging it in and out of your pussy. scissoring his fingers inside of your cunt. he feels himself growing hard again at the sound of your pussy as it gushes around his long digits. satoru finds himself lost in a daze at the sight of your cunt. in his drunken state, he swears that your cunt is practically speaking to him. begging. your pussy is almost as needy as you. your sweet pleas and moans gracing his ears like the most beautiful song he's ever heard. and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he denied you what you want.

he looks almost as if he's hypnotized as he brings his lips forward and suckles your clit. his tongue circling the little bud making you arch your back at the sensation. he has no rhythm to it at all. but you don't mind. the thought of the messines and lack of coherence doesn't even cross your mind. the only thing you can even think about is his fingers plunging in you hitting your special spot and his tongue lapping up at you, slobbering all over at your taste.

you arch your back in ecstasy before you throw your head back and your vision turns white. flushing with heat all over, you feel yourself nearly pass out as you cum. you tighten up inside, squeezing up on his fingers. your chest heaves before looking back at your boyfriend and you swear you could cum again just from looking at him. his hair all disheveled, face covered in all of your juices as he just smirks back at you.

without missing a beat, satoru grabs at your hips to adjust you on his bed flipping you over onto your stomach. he pulls you up by your hips until your ass is up in the air. you hear the shuffling of his pants before ultimately hearing the fabric drop onto the floor. the party continues to bump outside of the walls around and the cool air graces your cunt as you sit there waiting before your boyfriend's voice pulls you out of your thoughts. "m gonna put it in now baby". and that's the only warning you get before he sheathes himself inside of you entirely.

you've always known satoru to be long. his dick not having much girth but always making up for it in length. it's slim and long, just like him. and no matter how many times you've had sex with him, the feeling of when he first puts it in always catches you by surprise. you let out a hard moan at the intrusion not caring if any of the party-goers outside hear of your activities. satoru pulls his hips back removing his dick almost entirely before he's slamming back into your pussy making you scream.

he fucks you with no flow as he chases another orgasm. sloppy strokes as if he was a damn virgin. but you really don't mind. you're just as fucked up as he is if not more. and right now at this moment, any pleasure is great pleasure especially with it coming from him. he's pumping in and out with all of the energy he can manage to find. he's giving you his all. the air is thick with the smell of pure hot sex. his bedroom fills with the wet sounds of his cock plunging your pussy and a mixture of both of your moans. a large hand smacks back at your ass making you shriek.

even drunk, satoru can't get enough of the way your cheeks ripple because of him. while he would normally last longer, the alcohol gets the best of him and he knows that he's close. his inconsistent thrusts get even more unstable but he would hate to leave you unsatisfied. he leans over on top of you placing his whole body weight against your back. "mmm toru m close" you whine at him from below.

a hot breath is felt on your ear and he whispers to you desperately, " m gonna cum baby, wan you to cum too".

still thrusting, he wraps an arm around you to reach in between your legs heading for your clit. he rubs and pinches at the little nub. your legs are shaking about to give out on you as feel that you’re about to cum again. and you do. you clench your eyes and your thighs letting the feeling take over. your pussy squeezing his cock is what sends toru over pumping load after load in you. he stills, taking a breath laying on top of you. the two of you are drunk, exhausted.

you rest in the moment of peace before satoru picks you up. he takes one hand to pull the covers of his bed back before delicately laying you on the sheets. he comes to follow you in bed after. his blue eyes gaze back at you before he softly grabs your cheek and pulls you into him for a sweet kiss. the gentleness of it a total one 180 from the sloppy sex the two you had just finished having.

your eyes start to close, sleep starting to take over. he adjusts the ears on your head one more time and then discards them entirely, throwing them off the bed to make sure you can sleep comfortably. pulling you into him, he holds you tight and places one last kiss on your forehead before both of you drift off.

"my beautiful bunny" is the last thing you hear before closing your eyes and fading off to sleep.

[jd-loves-fiction]

Hey!!! So i saw your Valentine event, can i please ask for a situationship to lover with nagi (Angst with comfort) ?!!??

🌑of course you can!! :) (working on requests slowly yall, please be patient! :))❣️

𝓓𝓲𝓭 𝓘 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷?

What even is your life? Lying half-naked on your situationship’s couch on Valentine's day, of all days, while he fucks around with something in his kitchen. The height of this tryst has long since passed already, and on any other day you would already be preparing (at least mentally as your legs wouldn't allow you physical escape) to leave – the least amount of time spent staring at Nagi’s beautiful face or sculpted backside the better.

His silences just make you think a little too hard about some things that really won't do you good to be thinking about, especially today.

The flowers at the grocery store, the heart shaped chocolate boxes, the delighted giggling of couples in front of restaurants – it's all a bit too much for your vulnerable heart. The temptation to change the status quo nearly overtakes you, were it not for the possible consequences.

If only you could find the words to at least ask him, the yearning within so dire you’ll take any response from him, even frigid rejection. 

“Water.” He tells you calmly, bringing you back to the present as he presses a cold bottle to your cheek – still shirtless but with sweatpants on, what a pity.

You take the bottle, still lying there slightly out of breath, now mostly because of the weight on your chest from all that's begging to burst out.

Nagi sits by your legs, turning on the TV without a word. You wonder to yourself if his thoughts take the same paths as yours, but you don't yet know him well enough to tell just by his face.

“Seishiro,” he grunts in acknowledgment, still zapping through channels to find something that interests him. You know you should swallow your doubts and just talk to him, but right now you wish they'd swallow you instead.

Truthfully, deep down, within the part of your brain that's still capable of thinking logically (which seems nigh-unreachable at the moment), you know that Nagi would never make a big deal out of your confession. More likely, he’d brush it off without issue, just as he does everything else.

The thought is somehow comforting enough for your hazy mind, “Do you know what day it is?”

“The 14th.”

“And…” You respond expectantly, sitting up by his side. He side-eyes the movement, lingering on the skin newly exposed by the falling sheet, “... of February…?”

“I'm not asking you for the date, Seishiro.” Letting out a steadying sigh, you prepare yourself for the possibility that he might have no idea what day he's invited you over on and what it could mean for the both of you. Nevertheless, you need to know.

“It’s Valentine’s day. Did you mean to invite me over on Valentine’s day?”

“Yeah.” You’re about to rip your hair out.

“Why?”

Nagi takes a second, letting the random soap opera currently on screen play on without paying it any mind. It doesn't take a genius to guess that the look on his face is one of utter befuddlement – as if he’s trying his hardest to work something out in his head but the answer just keeps evading him. After a full minute of you basically holding your breath, he speaks,

“Because I want to go out with you. Didn't I say that?”

“No?”

“Oh. Well, I was planning to.” The ease with which he treats the whole situation should be endlessly frustrating (and there's a part of you that thinks it is), but it’s mostly impressive and partially appreciated today, as it keeps you from completely freaking out. Your heart slows down to match his, cheeks flushed at his nonchalant confession. And even though he still hasn't looked at you, you can tell how much this really means to him by the pinkish tone on his ears, peeking out amongst his snow white hair.

Smiling fondly, you admire his gorgeous side profile, letting the moment linger as your chest warms from pure fondness for this lovely, lazy, dummy. Grabbing his chin, he lets you turn him to finally face you, droopy eyes uncharacteristically focused, “You can say it now, if you want.” you whisper.

His gaze sweeps over every feature on their own time, before his shiny lips part to speak as quietly as you did, “Wanna go out later? On an actual date, for once?”

“I’d love that, Seishiro.”

[ticklygiggles]

A/N: lately I've been thinking about how cute Xavier is 🥺 so I decided to write this. Of course I am tagging fabulous @lovelynim because I'm gifting this to her just because I love her MWAH!

This one is heavily inspired by that card where he is in bed shirtless and with bandages, but it's not based on the story of that card!

Also I don't have a title for this one dkdnf it happens

Words: 900+

Sweet, frantic laughter echoed throughout the whole room. A certain hunter was currently losing his head because another certain hunter was straddling his hips and tickling a horribly ticklish spot at the sides of his chest, right underneath his armpits. Your fingers were lethal but gentle against his bare skin, wiggling and digging and vibrating at that spot until Xavier was cackling and nearly crying. The poor man tried to grab your hands, but goodness, his arms stubbornly pressed against his sides in a futile attempt to make you stop, so his hands were quite useless at the moment. 

Xavier tried to get up, he squirmed from side to side and arched his back, he also kicked his legs behind you, but it was all worthless because your fingers seemed to be glued to his sensitive skin, refusing to let him go so you could listen to his beautiful laughter. 

"What do we have here?” You said with rather a happy expression. “Is my cute little Xavier ticklish?"

Xavier shook his head and he tried to hold back his laughter, but a quick vibration of your fingers in that spot made him throw his head back with cackles. "PLEHEASE!” He begged, his face and ears pink. “I dihihihidn’t- ahahahaha!"

"He really is ticklish! Look at that big smile! Wakey wakey, Xav! It's time to get up!” You teased, giggling to yourself as you saw his nose scrunching up and his beautiful smile curling his lips up.

Maybe you were being a little mean at the moment. He had just woken up not even twenty minutes ago and you were torturing him like this– did he deserve it? Probably not, but who would stop you? Certainly not him. 

You chuckled, “You really are extremely ticklish, Xavier. That's too dangerous,” you said with a fake worried voice, grinning down at him. “What will you do if you ever encounter a wanderer that releases tickling gas? You wouldn't be able to make it to the hospital, that is for sure!”

Xavier wrapped his arms around himself and weakly tried to push your hands away from him when he found your wrists, but he didn't have any strength laughing like that. 

“But don't worry, my star,” you continued, wiggling your fingers in. “I’ll definitely get the medicine all the way to where you are! You can count on me for that and more! I'm really good, right?” You giggled as he weakly nodded his head. 

He really looked so pretty laughing like that. Was it the first time you ever saw him like this? It was like watching a child giggle, your heart swelled in your chest and happiness overflowed you. You looked down at him with fond eyes and a warm smile. 

“Oh no, Xavier,” you said over his laughter, playfulness dripping from your words. “I really can't stop… I want to see you laughing forever.”

Xavier shook his head, “I cahahan't laugh fohohorever, I wihihill dihihie! WAHAHAIT!” 

It was easy to quickly pin one of his arms above his head and the other under your knee. You didn't immediately start tickling him, wanting to give him a break for him to catch his breath, but Xavier was laughing and squirming around as if you were attacking him already. 

“What's so funny, Xav? I'm not doing anything, am I?” 

“I- I knohohow, b-buhut it tihickles alreheady!” 

Warmth spread across your cheeks and something akin to thick honey filled your chest. How could he be so adorable like this? You giggled softly, leaning down to kiss his nose. 

“And it's gonna tickle even more!” 

Xavier threw his head back with frantic, loud laughter. He tightly shut his eyes, squeezing little tears of laughter out. His arms pulled, but you were holding him nicely and there was no way to go for him. Scribbling, poking, digging, pinching, you made sure to tickle his exposed underarm as best as you could and he went crazy under your touch, kicking his legs and trying to roll on his side. 

“PLEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO!” 

“Xavier,” you said in a rather serious tone. “This is very important. What technique tickles the most? I'm gonna do them all again, but slower okay? Here it goes!” 

Needless to say, Xavier was unable to say which technique tickled the most. Halfway through that, between squeals and snorts, his laughter became silent and that was your cue to stop. Xavier lay in bed, exhausted and chuckling as if your hands were still searching for that charming laugh of his, but you were lying next to him with your head in your hand, looking at him with that loving smile that always made him blush. 

“I… actually didn't know I was ticklish…,” he admitted sheepishly, looking at you with tender eyes and a smile on his lips. 

You raised both eyebrows, “what? You didn't? Then was I the first person to ever tickle you?” He nodded and you giggled. “It must be my lucky day then! How was it?” 

Xavier hesitated, “Well…” 

“Eek!” 

In a moment, you were facing the ceiling, Xavier straddling you as his fingers found their way under your arms. Your laugh was embarrassingly loud, but you couldn't help it.

“I think I should live the full experience before deciding if I liked it or not. Of course that includes returning the favor. Tell me, is this how you did it? Oh, I forgot that I have to raise your arms, right?”

You definitely asked for this, but it was worth it. After all, him attacking you back didn't erase the fact that he was still ticklish and you still had many other tickle spots to try out!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The Truth of the Matter

A Four Part Miniseries

@wonderland-girl143-blog @gregre369 @420-hun

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Steve lay in bed, staring up at his ceiling. He had driven in silence the whole way home as he thought about Bob and still remained quiet after they all walked through the door. There had been a couple of times that he had gone into Radioshack for something, and he had thought there was something familiar about the man. Had that been the connection he had sensed? Did Bob know it, too, or was he blind to what the rune had been hiding? Did his father die not knowing that his son had been within his grasp? Steve wanted to kill the Harringtons. What was he supposed to do with his last name? How could he prove that he was a Newby? How could anyone understand that? The question was. . .was he ready to let go of a part of himself he lived with his entire life even if it wasn't real?

"I can hear you thinking over there," Eddie mumbled sleepily.

It was decided by the kids that they would just spend the night since it was so late. Steve had spent 10 minutes watching from the stairs as Eddie had spun around like a cartoon character as he tried to figure out where to sleep. He was clearly struggling to stay with the kids or to follow Steve into his room. Robin eventually joined Steve on the stairs to watch, and they giggled for a while to whisper about Eddie. Finally, Steve took pity on him and dragged him upstairs. Now, here he was, lying shirtless in bed with Steve with his cheek pressed into the other pillow and his hand placed on Steve’s chest.

"I'm just thinking about Bob. . . He never. . .he never knew I was here. Right here. . .all this time," Steve whispered.

"I'm sorry, baby," Eddie whispered.

"I don't know how to process it," Steve said, tears coming to his eyes. "I'm sorry, you can go back to sleep."

"I'm not going to sleep until you do," he said softly.

"I just keep picturing Joyce looking for Will. . .did he go through all that. . .only to come up with nothing?" Steve sobbed.

Eddie scooted across the bed and laid on his chest, holding him tightly. Steve cried into his hair and quickly cried himself to sleep. When he woke up, Eddie was gone, and he heard the sound of clattering pans downstairs. Steve rubbed his eyes and threw on a shirt he found on his floor before stumbling downstairs and into the kitchen. Eddie was sitting on the counter, sipping coffee, and wearing Steve’s yellow sweater. He handed Steve a cup and welcomed his kiss.

"I tried to cook for you, but Dustin wouldn't let me," Eddie said.

"Can you cook?" Steve asked.

"Well, no, but I wanted to do something nice for you," Eddie said.

"Poisoning him isn't the nicest thing to do, especially since he's your boyfriend!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I'm not that bad," Eddie pouted.

Steve laughed and stepped between his legs, leaning back against his chest.

"He loves cooking," Steve said. "He learned from his mom, and he loves to do it for other people."

"I know we joke, but I love that shithead like a brother," Eddie whispered in Steve's ear.

"Yeah, me too," Steve grinned.

"I heard that!" Dustin smiled.

"The others still asleep?" Steve asked, sighing.

"Very much so," Eddie said.

Suddenly, Robin wandered in, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Half of her hair was sticking up wildly.

"Coooofffffeeeee!" Robin moaned.

"And so the coffee zombie enters the room. Watch out, she's a biter!" Steve exclaimed with a laugh.

Robin glared at him and swiped his coffee. She hopped up on the island, sitting across from them.

"This is all very domestic, you know," Robin said, wiggling her eyebrows at Steve.

"I know," Steve grinned.

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and pressed a hard kiss to his cheek. Steve giggled.

"I hope you know that this dingus is my best friend in the whole world. He means a lot to me," Robin said to Eddie.

"You threatening me, Buckley?" Eddie asked.

"No, I just wanted you to know that it would break my heart to see him cry because of you especially since I actually fucking like you," Robin said.

"I actually fucking like you, too," Eddie grinned. "You know, you'd get along with Ronnie."

"Ronnie?" Robin asked.

"My best friend in the whole world," Eddie said. "She's in NYU right now studying to become a lawyer."

"So, you have a platonic soulmate too?" Robin grinned.

"Yeah, and I'm so fucking proud of her," Eddie said.

After breakfast was done, Steve dropped the kids off at their house. They had complained the whole way.

"But Steve, what about the address in Indianapolis?!" Dustin asked.

"Yeah, we can help," Mike said.

"As much as I appreciate it, you guys need to do your homework, and I think your parents want you back home," Steve said with a sigh. "I don't want them to think I kidnapped you."

"Too soon, Steve," Lucas said.

"What? Even though I said it, and it happened to me?" Steve asked.

"Definitely," Mike said.

Dustin was the first one to be dropped off, and then it was Lucas. Mike was the last one. He paused before getting out of the car.

"I'm sorry about Bob. . .I hope you find your mom," he said softly.

After he stormed inside, Nancy came out with. . .Chrissy Cunningham? They were talking and giggling on their way to Steve’s car. Eddie grinned and rolled down Steve’s window.

"How's it going, Big Wheels?" Eddie asked.

"I told you not to call me that," Nancy laughed as she leaned against the car.

"Oh, did you?" He asked innocently.

"What have you guys been up to?" Nancy asked. "I didn't think you liked Steve very much."

"Uh, turns out I do, very much," Eddie said, blushing. "Very friendly. Just a couple of dudes hanging out."

Steve smiled and leaned over to whisper in his ear. Eddie giggled before nodding his head.

"Eddie is now my boyfriend," Steve replied.

"That's great!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Thanks, Chrissy, it's good to see you again," Steve said.

He stared at her, feeling a sense of familiarity that he had never felt from her before. He didn't feel like he was related to her, but. . .they were the same. Chrissy tilted her head to the side, and she looked at him in surprise before grinning, her eyes turning an inhuman shade of green. Steve felt his eyes glow, too. She was a fairy, not a relative but a fairy like him.

"How did you remove your rune?!" Chrissy asked excitedly.

"Oh, uh, a witch," Steve said. "You?"

"Same, I accidentally ran into one when I went on vacation with my parents over the summer. Although they're not really my parents, they killed my birth parents," Chrissy sighed.

"Jesus! That fucking sucks. My dad died, but I'm still trying to find my mom," Steve said.

"You're a fairy, too?" Nancy asked in surprise.

"You know about Chrissy?" Eddie asked. "How do you know about Chrissy?"

"How do you know about Steve?" Nancy asked.

"I'm the witch who removed his rune," Eddie smirked.

"Chrissy told me about herself," Nancy said.

"I didn't even know you were friends with Chrissy," Steve said.

"Well, we were friends when I was on the squad, but we recently reconnected," Nancy said, blushing.

"Nancy Wheeler was a cheerleader?" Robin asked.

"Very briefly. And I was horrible," she said.

"You were not!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"I was very distracted," Nancy said and looked meaningfully at her.

"Oh!" Steve exclaimed in surprise.

"Am I missing something?" Robin asked.

Chrissy shared a look with Nancy, and she smiled, nodding.

"Nancy and I dated when she was on the squad," Chrissy revealed.

"Oh! There's a lot more queer people in this town than I thought," Robin said with a grin. "Then again, I didn't think there were fairies or witches or an alternate dimension underneath Hawkins. I don't know which ones I'm more surprised about. I'm a lesbian, by the way."

Chrissy giggled.

"What are you guys doing now?" Nancy asked.

"Going to follow up on an address in Indianapolis that might lead to Steve’s mother," Robin said. "But first, Steve needs to drop me off so I can change my clothes."

"Me too!" Eddie yelled.

"You guys want some help?" Nancy asked.

"She can't resist an investigation," Chrissy teased.

"No, I really want to help!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Babe, I was teasing you. I know how big that heart of yours is," Chrissy said. "But you also can't resist searching for clues."

"Come along," Steve said with a grin.

Nancy grinned before rushing off towards the house. Chrissy's eyes never left her, watching as she disappeared through the front door. Chrissy smiled fondly.

"You guys are cute," Robin said.

"Thanks," Chrissy said.

A moment later, Nancy came out of the house arguing with Mike. He huffed loudly, flipped her the bird, and stormed into the house. Nancy slid into the back seat of Steve’s car with Chrissy.

"Having a little brother looks like a lot of fun," Robin said.

"Oh, yeah, you should try it," Nancy said sarcastically. "By the way, Chrissy, I was looking in my purse when I found this."

She pulled out a large magnifying glass out of her purse.

"I found that, and I thought of you," Chrissy said sweetly. "And I thought it would be funny."

Nancy smiled and leaned over to kiss her before quickly moving back again. Chrissy bit her lip.

"I can't believe I'm the only one not in a queer relationship," Robin sighed dramatically.

"You would be if you just told Vickie," Steve said.

"We don't know if she likes women!" Robin exclaimed.

"We didn't know that Nancy liked women until today!" Steve yelled as he drove off. "We didn't know I was a fairy until yesterday!"

"That's all very fair points," Robin said.

"My dad died without ever knowing what happened to me. The question you have to ask yourself. . .Is Vickie worth taking the risk?" Steve asked.

"Fine! Fine! After this, I'll make a move," Robin said.

"You know, Cunningham, this isn't the first time we've hung out," Eddie said.

"It's not?" Chrissy frowned and then paused. "You know, you do look familiar."

"It's going to come to you," Eddie replied with a smile.

"Oh! You look like the witch who took the rune off of me!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Wait. . .what?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, his name was. . . Oh, it was Allan!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Oh, fuck!" Eddie cursed. "That's my dad, which means. . . My dad was the one who placed the rune on you."

"Small world," Steve said.

"Yeah, I had to pay a pretty penny to get him to do it," Chrissy said.

"Of course, you did," Eddie sighed. "My dad doesn't do anything for free, nor does he do anything out of the goodness of his heart."

"Do you think your dad's the one kidnapping the fae children?" Nancy asked.

"I wouldn't put it past him," Eddie muttered. "Fucking piece of shit that he is. Anything to earn a profit."

"Sorry," Nancy said softly and squeezed his shoulder.

Steve squeezed his hand and held it all the way to Robin's house. Robin hurried to go into her house to change and then talk with her parents. She came out with a bag of cookies.

"Mombie's famous cookies!" Robin exclaimed as she slid back into the car. "Oh, she said this is for you and to wish you good luck. She would have come out, but she tripped over the dog again."

Robin leaned over the seat and gave Steve a slobbery kiss on the cheek. When it was Eddie's turn, he was in the trailer with his uncle Wayne for the longest time. When he came out, he was wearing a Corroded Coffin shirt, and his uncle was leaning against the doorway. Eddie stopped, spun around, and hugged his uncle tightly before running back to the car. He slid back into the passenger's seat with a grin and held up a baggie of sandwiches.

"He insisted when I told him Robin's mom made cookies. He can't cook for shit but he can make some pretty good sandwiches," Eddie grinned.

"Hey, how annoyed would you be if I set my mom up with your uncle?" Robin asked.

"Not very," Eddie cackled. "I LOVE your mom's cookies. Let's parent trap them."

"Done," Robin said and shook hands with him.

Steve smiled and waved at Wayne before driving out of the trailer park, heading towards Indianapolis.

"Oh, Corroded Coffin! How could I forget?!" Chrissy exclaimed, pointing at Eddie's shirt.

"I don't know, you're a freak," Eddie said, and she giggled. "My head was buzzed, and I didn't have these sweet tatties so. . .easy mistake to make, especially since I didn't tell you my last name."

The older teens fell into an easy discussion on the way to Indianapolis. Nancy talked about how she thought she was a lesbian for the longest time and how when things ended with Chrissy, Nancy had been surprised to find herself attracted to Steve, to the kindness she witnessed him give to another student when he was without Tommy by his side. Nancy had discovered a new part of herself, but she didn't deny the other part either. Chrissy had talked about her crush on Eddie before knowing that he was the same Eddie from her talent show. Nancy had pretended to be jealous, but there was this understanding between them that in another life, Nancy would have been with Steve or Jonathan while Chrissy would have ended up with Eddie or perhaps even Steve. The discussions quickly turned into which celebrity they each had a crush on. Nancy also talked about her break up with Jonathan and how it went better than Chrissy's break up with Jason, how they were both there for each other afterward. . .

"We're here," Steve said.

Robin unstuck her drool covered cheek from the window. She blinked rapidly.

"Shit. . .when did I fall asleep?" Robin asked.

"Right when I was talking about heavy metal," Eddie snorted. "I'll try not to be offended."

They climbed out of the car and walked up to a small, boring looking gray house. No one would look twice at it. It was perfect for anyone trying to blend in. Steve stood in front of the door and took a deep breath before knocking. They all waited with baited breath, but no one answered. Steve knocked again, and this time, the door seemed to open on its own. It hadn't been locked or closed at all, though. They stepped into a one room, open space house with a door in the back corner leading to a bathroom, right next to the kitchen. A layer of dust indicated that a bed had been there once, as well as a couch and a desk.

"No fairy markings," Chrissy frowned, her eyes glowing green.

"Fairy markings?" Steve asked.

"Markings only fairies can see, a way for the fae to pass secrets to each other or messages to leave for their lost children," Chrissy said. "It's how I found my parents."

"You seem to know more than me," Steve said softly.

"A little more but not much," Chrissy said. "I still have so many questions."

"Yeah," Steve said softly.

They looked around the house and found nothing. Nancy took out her magnifying glass when she saw Chrissy glance her way, and she winked.

"If I'm going to investigate, I'm going to do it the right way," she said. "Thank you again for the wonderful gift, baby."

Chrissy kissed her before moving onto look for clues as well.

"Now all we need is a talking dog," Eddie said.

Steve stood in the kitchen and began looking through the cabinets as well as the drawers. He came to the last drawer and let out a holler.

"Guys!"

"What did you find?" Nancy asked.

"Part of an envelope," Steve said. "It's torn. . .no letter in it, but there is an address for a house. . . In Lenora Hills?"

Nancy hurried over and looked over Steve’s shoulder.

"Well, it's not Jonathan's house. . .so you're not related to them," Nancy said.

"I fucking hope not, I once had a sex dream about you and Jonathan," Steve said.

"What?!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Focus, baby," Chrissy giggled.

"Well, I guess we're going to Lenora Hills. . ." Eddie grinned.

"All of us are going?" Steve asked.

"Yes!" Nancy, Chrissy, and Eddie exclaimed.

"Lenora Hills, it is then. . . How the fuck are we going to get there?" Steve asked. "Not all of us can afford a plane ticket."

"Magic, sweetheart, magic," Eddie whispered in his ear.

Part Four

[russellsppttemplates]

Good to know you see us, bc those pictures made my baby fever go through the roof! Marta will most definitely look at yn knowingly 🫠

The plans were simple, everyone had to be ready and on time by the harbor, so the group could spend the day in the sea.

"Here's my little angel", you squealed, seeing Marta arrive with little Chiara on her hip, "your mama is very lucky because you are the cutest and I'm going to focus on that and not the fact that we have been waiting for her for about twenty minutes", you tapped her nose, making her giggle as you walked to sit on one of the sofas.

You spent most of the day with Chiara on your lap whenever she didn't want to be with her parents, allowing them to rest and have some time for themselves, "look at you, so cute with your hat and those big eyes, looking at everything", you giggled with her propped on top of your thighs as you laid on your back. Seeing Charles walk by, you called for him, "can you hold her, please? I need to pee and unlike this little princess, I have to use the toilet", you tapped her cheeks one last time before Charles picked her up.

Marta noticed Charles talking to her daughter, taking the opportunity to record a video as the golden hour shone, "those are the other boats, and there's Monaco. You live about... there, I'd say, I think it's a pretty good guess", he said, picking the little girl up and kissing her cheek a few times before holding her properly against his naked torso, saying something to Joris when he noticed you.

"You're saying hello to Y/N? She's back, yes!", he praised her, seeing Chiara wave at you as you smiled before you took a deep breath, taking in the whole scene in front of you. Your shirtless boyfriend, carrying a babygirl in his arms, looking happy as ever.

"By the way, you just missed him peppering kisses on her cheeks and talking to her about all the boats", Marta smirked, knowing fully well where your mind was.

"Please, my womb is screaming as it is", you muttered, "Oh, don't worry, I have it here on video, look!".

It was a delicious video, and when you looked up to see Charles with the little girl still on his hip, Joris was the first to speak, "I think it's best if we leave, because it looks like Y/N and Charles have some business to tend to", he teased, earning a pillow to his head, "Can you blame me for the fact that my boyfriend looks amazing with a baby on his hip?", you replied back, walking up to hug your boyfriend and play with the little girl.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[blue-sadie]

Fuck Him Out

Aonung x Nerd Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 5 of the Fucking The Nerd Series

Summary: taking up your brothers offer leads you to be in the arms of your childhood best friend.

Warning: breast slapping, aged up characters Car

Yn/3rd person pov

"Hey I'm in the parking lot where are you" I murmured into my phone "I had a meeting come up but there is a surprise" he giggled like a girl before hanging up.

"Son of a bitch" I cussed stuffing my phone onto my pocket "now the yn I remember does not swear" I jumped turning to the voice and my mouth dropped "aonung" I screamed jumping into his arms.

His arms held me tightly as he swung me around "dam I've missed you so much" he chuckled and set me down.

"I've missed you too" I smiled "so what have you been up to" I asked grabbing my luggage as he lead me to the car.

"Not much really mostly just school and such, but what about you" he said and stopped at his car my mouth hung open "no way you still have this thing" I squealed.

It was his dad's old car and when we were younger he used to take us for icecream and make us listen to his cringy music.

"Yea he gave it to me for my 18th" he grinned grabbing my bag and shoving it into the trunck "come on I'll take you home" he whispered as he passed me and opened the door for me.

"Thank you" I smiled hopping and buckling up "now what have you been up to" he grinned getting in as well "you been seeing someone" he teased.

I looked away from him I was to soon to tell him about the whole situation "no but school as well you know how my mom is" I said and we justed started chatting back and forth.

After 20 minutes we arrived at our house his being next to my brother's and parked in his driveway "hey my mom kinda heard you were back and invited you to dinner" he nervously smiled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Sure of course just need to check in with the old man" I smiled getting out and he did the same "catch ya later" I waved walking over to my brother's house and took out my phone as I got to the door.

"Hey where's the key" I texted and got a quick reply 'in our favorite spot' he replied with a laughing emoji I sighed.

I had to drag one of his small benches he had on the porch over to a specific corner which had a little gnome which was hollow, he said it our favorite spot because he would always hide my small things inside and I could never reach it.

"Haha very funny" I muttered sarcastically and took out the key and went to unlock the door, as I entered the house I marveled at it it was the exact same.

"You never liked the change" I murmured to myself looking at all the different photos and trinkets that lined the wall as I slowly made my way up to my childhood room.

I plopped myself and my bag down on the bed and took out my phone staring at the empty notifications normally by now I would at least have one text from lo'ak but nothing.

I bit my lip he isn't worth it if he believes her more then me it's his loose, I muted his contact this holiday I can just breath.

"Hey bro can I go over to aonungs tonight" I typed and sent it and I put my phone down to quickly go shower and get dressed.

The shower was brisk but dam did it help my sore shoulders, I dried myself probably when I got out and picked a simple outfit.

When I walked back into the room I glanced out the window as something caught my attention my eyes widened as I stared straight into aonungs room and he was shirtless.

I bit my lip harshly fuck he got hot I continued to stare as he picked out a shirt it was only when a ding echoed through the room i looked away I grabbed my phone.

"Yea just be sure to use protection" I huffed, he and a few of my other family members shipped me and aonung together since we were like 7.

I sent him a quick middle finger before grabbing some of my things to go over "phone, jacket" i checked off my mental list and headed out over to aonungs.

"Hey ronal" i smiled as she opened the door and pulled me into her arms "i missed you so much" she murmured as she pulled back and welcomed me inside "I've made your favorite" she sung sweetly as she lead me to the lounge.

"hey tonowari how are you" i murmured sitting on one of the couches "im doing well thank you for asking no-" he was interrupted by tsireya's squealing as she tackled me onto the couch.

"Yn" she yelled squeezing me tightly "your suffocating me" i coughed playfully and panted heavily when she let go "so dramatic" she laughed sitting beside me.

"hey yn" aonung smiled as he walked down the stairs "hey why don't we settle at the dinning room table while i bring the food out" ronal ushered all of us into the dinning room.

"Ma'lady" aonung murmured as he pushed my chair in and sat beside me, i started catching up with the rest of the family as we ate "oh my gosh i remember that" i laughed when me and aonung started bringing up past memories.

"Ok i can you see two wanna catch up more so you guys can go up stairs" tonowari smiled and gestured up stairs "come on yn" aonung pulled me from the seat and up the stairs to his room.

"Dam i forgot how cool your room was" i whispered and flopped onto his bed and watched as he closed the door "so your gonna tell me whats bothering you" he growled and sat beside me.

"nothing is the matter" i huffed rolling my eyes "yes there is now tell me" he said and pulled me up into his arms "what is troubling you" he asked i sighed heavily "i lied when i said there was no man" i whispered.

"Then why aren't you spending the holiday with him" he murmured softly rubbing his hands up and down my arms in a comforting manner "he... kinda ended things with me" I whispered my voice cracking slightly.

Aonung listened carefully as I told him about the situation "he doesn't deserve you if he listened to that bitch, you hadn't even talked to her yet" he hissed.

He started whispering comforting words as we sat up against the headboard my head leaning on his chest "I thought he changed" I sniffled.

"Sometimes people can't or just don't want to" he tried to reason but deep down aonung wanted to kill lo'ak for making his best friend cry.

I pulled away and turned to him "what happens if I never find someone" I cried he smiled sadly at me "their are plenty of fish in the sea yn" he murmured.

It got quiet between us as we just stared into each other's eyes I could feel my feelings for aonung resurfacing he was always there for me when other's weren't.

"C-can I kiss you" I blurted out glancing between his lips and eyes he nodded eagerly and brought his hands to my cheeks as our lips touched.

"I wanted this for so long" he murmured against my lips, he slowly moved on top of me as we moved to lay down.

He moved his lips to my neck "fuck aonung" I whined as I ran my hands through his hair, he groaned into my skin as he grinded his body into me.

I pulled his hair to bring his lips back to mine "dam yn" he growled and started to let his hands wonder as ours lips molded together.

"Can I take these off" he asked pulling back "only if I can take yours off as well" I bite my lip, he groaned out before we started pulling off eachothers clothes our has grazing eachothers skin.

"Fuck your better then I imagined" he smirked and pulled me into another kiss and moved us so I was on top.

"I want you to ride me" he growled as his hands gripped my ass, we both moaned as I sunk back onto his cock and slowly started to bounce on his dick.

"Fuck you tits" he muttered and moved his hands to squeeze my breasts I bit my lip trying to suppress my moans what happens if tsireya walks in or worse ronal.

Aonung slapped my breasts bringing me out my daze "don't you fucking dare suppress those beautiful moans" he growled before starting to thrust up against me.

I put my hands on his chest to support myself so I could bounce faster fuck his cock felt so good, my moans fultered for a moment as I felt a knot to form in my stomach.

"Fuck baby are you gonna cum" he groaned and moved one of his hands from my breasts to my clit only increasing the pleasure "a-aonung" I moaned as my breathe became uneven and my body started to shudder.

"S-shit" I cried as I clenched around as I cam making him cum as well, I collapsed onto his chest and smiled as he wrapped his arms around me.

"You deserve everything the world has to offer"

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[nateezfics]

So, Hongjoong has done his Balmain shoot and I can only imagine for a partner, he would keep it under wraps that he'd be shirtless, keeping it from you, and getting his hair cut in a way you suggested that you like, not allowing you to watch any of the content and not letting you see his hair, which you'll obviously see at the mawazine concert. But when you go backstage, you're actually escorted back to the hotel by the staff, unable to actually see the boys and congratulate them then.

Obviously, you're confused, and escorted to a staff members room no less. The only thing you've got to entertain you is your phone until one of the staff members comes to get you after an hour or so, and you're taken back to Hongjoong's floor. But you notice that aside from one or two members, who are giggling on their way down stairs after looking at you, no one is on the floor. It's empty of people, and the staff member who led you up here quietly retreats into the elevator once you've made it to the door. You find yourself in almost complete silence, with butterflies in your stomach.

Sliding the card key in the door, you step into the room, shutting the door behind you. Soft music is playing in the background, ambient lighting, a table lined with delicious looking food and wine. You should've known he was up to something. Before you can call out for him, you see him. Standing in the outfit gifted from Balmain, but with the undercut as well, and all you can do is stare at him because he looks like he walked out of a dream or magazine. And he just laughs, (yk which laugh), at the expression on your face before making his way over to make tonight a night you won't ever forget.

(I'm sorry it took so long, I've had to do a lot of chores today and I forgot some stuff about this thought, but here's a good amount to start with I think).

it’s an absolute tragedy tumblr hid the notification for this ☹️ i didn’t even see it until i checked my inbox just a minute ago😭

but anyway. let me get to this 😮‍💨

where…where to start?? this seems like a dream. and i’m assuming the balmain fit you’re talking about is the one he wore for the cosmopolitan shoot, right? the one where he was very much shirtless underneath 😀 ugh god,, imagining him standing in that outfit with an undercut and with that laugh coming from his lips?? 😵‍💫💦 he most certainly is a sight out of a dream, a wet dream to be more specific. the way i’d run to him immediately…that food and wine would be of no concern when there’s a full course meal in the form of kim hongjoong standing right before me. i’d devour him whole; him in balmain, shirtless, and with an undercut?? i’d be insatiable.

he would make a whole special ordeal out of it. the secrecy, the planning, the food, the wine, the music, all of it. he’d definitely make it an unforgettable night; certainly every night with him would be unforgettable. 😩

thank you baby for sending this. 🥹🫶🏻 you don’t have to apologize for anything. i thoroughly enjoyed this; now i’ll be thinking about this all day 😮‍💨

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hey I can ask you for a oneshot about Kim Burgess and Jay Halstead as a marriage pliss!!

You can find it on AO3 at the link, or find it below the cut:

Thanks for your request, Anon! It is an interesting pairing to think about and write, so I just threw some domestic fluff in there. I hope you like it!

It had been a strange set of circumstances - after Kim's heart was broken by Adam and Jay's heart was broken by Erin, the two had hooked up. It had only meant to last one night, but one turned into two, then three, then four. Soon enough, Kim spent more time at Jay's apartment than she did at her own.

After a few years, the two finally got married, which made their relationship go public. The sting of their previous relationships were gone, but they were surprised they were able to keep it a secret so long. It was tough, but their marriage had been beautiful.

Kim woke up first that morning, as she typically did, rolling over and propping herself up on her elbow, looking down at her sleeping husband. Even after all this time, she couldn't believe that he was hers. All hers. Her eyes danced over his face, then moved downward across his chest. He liked to sleep shirtless. She couldn't help but reach out to touch his muscles, her fingers lightly brushing against his pecks and abs. Then, her eyes fell on the scars, her fingers following to touch the pink skin.

Jay hummed, his eyes fluttering open as Kim pulled her hand away, as if she'd been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. He smiled up at her, then took her hand without a word, pulling it back to where it was.

"I-I was just admiring..." she said, blushing.

"Admire all you want," Jay teased, then reached up to her shoulder, pulling her down to press his lips against hers. "Mmn, I don't mind."

Kim kissed him slowly and sweetly, biting his lip a little, playfully, as she pulled away, matching his smile. "Good, because... You're really nice to look at."

"Says the most beautiful woman in the world, who's wearing my shirt," he replied, pulling her hips so she was straddling him. "I think you're much nicer to look at."

Kim laughed, allowing her head to fall backwards as her shoulders shook, giving Jay the perfect opportunity to run his hands up the shirt and gently grip her waist. Then, he tickled her.

"Hey! Ah! Jay!" She squealed and giggled, squirming beneath his touch. "Stop it!"

Jay chuckled, then flipped them over so he was on top of her now, her hair falling everywhere around her. He moved his hands higher, causing her breath to hitch. He chuckled again, leaning down to kiss her.

Kim kissed him back, arching herself into his touch, pulling him closer against her. "Jay..." she mumbled against his lips. "I'm glad you're my husband."

"I'm glad you're my wife," he mumbled back, then sat up, pulling her close again. She sat in his lap now as the two embraced and kissed more. After several minutes, Jay pulled away. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. I think maybe we should continue this after I make my famous French toast."

She hummed, looking his face over, considering it for a moment, then nodded. "Fine, as long as we don't have to get dressed."

"Absolutely not," he replied, kissing her again. "We have the whole day to ourselves."

[justablacksimp]

Or Else

Eddie Mun x black!fem!reader

Genre: Smut!! MDNI!!

Warnings: Oral (F receiving), Slight Fingering, Creampie, Hole Tearing (in Condom), Overstimulation, Swearing, Pet Names (Chocolate Drop, Sweetheart. Princess, etc.), Smoking, Rough!Eddie, Begging, and Uncle Wayne being funni boi.

Here you are, sitting on the edge of his bed, kinky, curly hair sticking to your sweaty shoulders as you shudder and whimper from the feeling of Eddie's tongue gliding in and out of your hole with ease, seeing how wet you are.

"Eddie s-slow down please, it hurts."

You cry softly as you start squirming all over the bed from overstimulation, gripping onto his hair in attempt to stop his head from moving, but you're to weak to hold him in place.

"Stop moving Chocolate Drop, or I'm gonna make it worse, don't make me tell you again."

He says sternly as wraps his whole mouth around your pussy and moves his tongue in your entrance quickly, not slowing down for any reason. This action caused you to whine loudly in agony and ecstasy as you arched your back so much, that you accidentally shifted your bottom half away from his face.

You don't exactly remember what happened after that, but what you do know is that Eddie now has you bent over, knees and elbows pressing into the mattress as he fucks you so hard the whole trailer is shaking. (The time skip omg.)

The only thing you can hear coming from his room besides the slapping of both, your skin as well as his, and the creaking of his bed, is your crying and begging for him to slow down.

"Didn't I tell you to stay still you little bitch?"

Before you can stay something, which wouldn't even be understandable because you can barely even think straight right now, he takes his hand and covers your mouth, thrusting harder than before.

"I never said you can speak, Sweetheart."

He says harshly before biting down on your shoulders so hard, you can practically feel the teeth mark on your bone. With his hand over your mouth, you can't scream as loud as you want to but, Uncle Wayne sure can hear them when he gets home early from work.

The minute he walks in, he hears your whining and shrieking, then walks right back out after saying.

"I'm too old and too sober for this."

With a sigh, he heads to the bar. Meanwhile, you are practically breaking down, crying, and squirming in pain as you feel Eddie quite literally breaking your backbone. He reaches around in front of you and starts to circle around your clit vigorously.

This causes you to shriek out loudly in agony as you start to cum all over his fingers instantly. He lets out a harsh grunt as he slams into you one more time before reaching his own climax, his cum spilling out of his condom into your womb because of the hole that he purposely tore in it before putting it on.

(I'm sorry but I am too lazy to write this so just imagine what he does after pls.)

The morning after, you wake up and see that Eddie is not in the bed with you. You assume he is outside smoking like he always does, so you grab his shirt off the foot of the bed and put it on before standing up to see him on the porch. When you stand up, however, your legs feel like jelly, causing you to plop back down instantly. A soft chuckle can be heard behind you as you turn around and see him with a smug grin on his face, holding a blunt and shirtless as he looks down at you.

"Looks like I did a number on you last night, huh Coco puff?" (IDFK OKAY?!) He says with a smirk forming on his mouth as he walks over to you and sits down on the bed.

"Shut up asshole." You utter as you pull the covers back over your lower half.

"Damn Princess, who woke you up on the wrong side of the bed today?"

You take the blunt out of his hand and roll your eyes at him.

"Hey! If you wanted a hit, you could've asked."

You blow smoke into his face, giggling at his attempt to wave it away.

"Welp, you didn't ask to do any of the stuff you did to me last night, so I don't see the problem."

(A/N: If you have any suggestions for pt. 2 let me know pls.)

[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 24

The smell of coffee fills my nose, rousing me awake. I stretch my arms above my head, sighing at the dull ache running through me. A private reminder of last night's events. I crack my eyes open just in time to see a shirtless Javi, hair tousled from sleep, walking toward me with two cups of coffee. I give him a lazy smile.

"Thank you," I say, accepting the mug. He bends down to leave a swift kiss to the top of my head.

"My pleasure," he jokes with a half-smirk, lounging in front of me on the foot of the bed. "Speaking of pleasure... is it too early to ask you how you felt about last night?"

I raise an eyebrow at him, taking a sip of my coffee. Cream and no sugar, he remembered from Italy. My heart constricts, just a little.

"How I felt?"

"Yes." He says as if it's the most obvious question in the world. "If it was too much, not enough, want me to do anything differently..."

I giggle. "That was hardly our first time, Javi."

He looks unsatisfied. "I know. But it was our first time doing...everything."

Ah. Now I knew what he was getting at. Even if he phrased it like we were in grade school.

"Well," I take another sip, "I don't know if you really want a full trip down dirty-memory-lane, but...no one has ever made me, you know, before while...you know."

Javi's eyes brighten, and it's his turn to point a raised eyebrow at me. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're getting at."

"Yes, you do." I say as firmly as possible, though a smile threatens to tug on the corner of my mouth.

"No, I don't."

We stare each other down for a minute or so, occasionally taking turns sipping on our coffee.

"We'll have to leave for work soon. And I'll have to go the whole day without understanding you." His voice is beyond immature at this point.

"Fine. No one has ever made me...come while...eating me out. Okay? Happy?"

Javi's eyes darken with a familiar possessiveness, and his smile grows.

"If I had known that, I would've stayed down there a while longer."

I balk at him. "I feel like three times is plenty for one evening."

"Hmm," He shrugs, "We'll see." And then he gets up to grab me his hoodie near my couch, as casually as if we had been taking bets on whether or not it would rain.

"I'm going to get you an ego-centric jar. Twenty dollars every time you make a comment like that. Maybe then I can spring for a one-bedroom."

He laughs, tossing me the hoodie which I begrudgingly accept. "I like it here. It makes it easier to take you in every square foot of the house." Javi winks even as I gasp.

"Twenty dollars. Pay up."

"Make it fifty if you want. Making you blush is worth every penny."

I pull the hood over as much of my face as possible. "Don't you have somewhere to be, movie star?"

"As do you, soon to be Key-PA. We should leave in about twenty minutes."

I grumble tired nonsense as I walk toward the bathroom, and I pretend not to see Javi's growing amusement as I clearly stumble when I stand. It's not my fault my legs are still gelatin.

Once I'm washed up, I grab a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans from my dresser. Javi's gaze is on me the entire time. I walk over to where he sits on the couch and hand him back his hoodie but he shakes his head.

"Keep it. It will make me feel good to know you have it here, especially when the photos start to emerge."

A pit of dread deepens in my stomach.

"Right...the Emma Thing." We both stare at the hoodie. "I don't dislike her, you know. She might be in her own world sometimes but she's always friendly. Seems respectful."

He nods, assessing my face carefully.

"It still makes you uncomfortable, though." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah. It still makes me uncomfortable. I'm also not thrilled that the studio is essentially controlling your decisions. And if you have to sell a romance between you two from now throughout a press tour...how long would that be?" I have an idea, but I couldn't bring myself to do the math on my own. It felt too real.

"We have two more weeks of shooting, and they'll be editing for a while. Tom said the plan would be to release some 'accidental' shots soon, and for us to lay it on thick during the press tour. But the press tour won't be until at least a couple of months from now, and we'd have the premiere after that..." Javi trails off.

"So depending on editing...you two could have to keep up this farce for, what, six months?"

"Yes," He says delicately.

In the light of day, the reality of the situation hits me so hard I feel like I can't breathe. Six months of tabloids about the man that I lo—care about? Six months of him holding another woman? Even if it was just for the cameras...I feel like a hypocrite. What is the difference between this and his acting career?

"How do you feel about it?" I ask softly.

He considers it for a moment. "I've had to do it before, and it never bothered me. It felt like another acting gig. And I'm glad it keeps you out of trouble, and that the studio will protect you if anything comes to light. Though it's not as if it's not allowed. I know how it could look thanks to Blake." He pauses, taking a breath. "What I don't like is that you were cheated on before. And correct me if I'm wrong," he smiles, trying to add some levity to this conversation, "But I'm the first person you've dated in the public eye. If I were in your shoes, it would be hard to differentiate this fake relationship with our real one. And it...hurts me, to know that I might make you feel that way."

I toss the hoodie beside him on the couch, feeling my chest warm as I do so. "I would never blame you. Even the fact that you consider these things makes the world of a difference."

Javi wraps his hands around my waist, placing a light kiss to my lips.

"And I'll have you know," I say, forehead pressed against his, "You're not the first person I've dated in the public eye."

He raises a quizzical brow.

"My mother has over six hundred Facebook friends. And she might as well have been the paparazzi in my last relationship."

Javi chuckles. "My apologies."

We stay there for a moment longer, before I confess in a light whisper, "I think it bothers me so much because everyone else will think it's real... I know that shouldn't bother me, but it does."

He nods. "I understand." He strokes my hair, tucking a few loose strands behind my ear. "But please trust me; the amount of eyes on a relationship isn't what dignifies its legitimacy. It's the love between those two people. And there is none of that between Emma and me."

A couple of butterflies release in my stomach, and part of me wants to giggle.

"You ready to go?" He asks.

I smile, nodding and going to grab my bag. When my back is turned to him, I can't help but smile wider. Another round of butterflies is set loose as I let myself wonder how dignified Javi thought our relationship to be.

- - -

The final two weeks of filming fly by at a steady, quick rate. True to Dwayne's words, we moved on as we had been. I followed him around most days, or stepped in for him when I could, organizing the other PAs. Of that part, I was glad. Also true to Dwayne's words, I don't see much of Javi on set. Judging from what I had overheard a few of the other crew members discussing, I was glad for that, too. As Sophie recalled last week when I was escorting a few extras to the hair and makeup trailer, Javi's picture was snapped getting rather close to Emma.

"I mean," her voice had dropped down into a whisper, "We obviously see the photographer, we know it's for promo. But the heat," She laughed, rapidly combing through the extra's hair and ignoring his wince. "He was hugging her from behind at one point and, I don't know, it could've fooled me." I chuckled along, gripping my walkie to the point of breakage. I wondered if Sophie hadn't heard the rumors about me and him, or maybe she had and we were just such old news at this point that it didn't matter. Either way, it created a small ache in my chest. Nightly phone calls did help to dull that ache. We had decided it was best not to risk him coming over again, at least until the movie had wrapped. Javi let me know that PR had planned on releasing the first photos of him and Emma the same week as the wrap party, so that rumors tied to the film would circulate exactly two months before they started doing press. Apparently the editors had been working as we were filming, and would continue to do so throughout their press tour. The movie would be ready for release sooner than I anticipated.

On the last day on set, there was that familiar, bittersweet fog covering everyone's typical day. We were all happy to go on hiatus again, but sad of the loss of routine. And for the most part, everyone liked working together. Even if we were collectively crossing our fingers that Lloyd is planning on producing the next film instead of directing it.

I brought Barb a coffee, and she gave me a swift hug. A rarity from her, but it can be seen more often on the last day. There were so many tiny, familiar traditions on the last day. But this time, the day was also filled with me reminiscing on the firsts. It was the first time I didn't quite want the production to end. This project was the first time I physically bumped into an actor, first time I confused the star with another crew member, first time I had fallen asleep on a plane thanks to that actor, and the first time on set that I had fallen in l—

No. Not going to finish that thought today. Not yet.

We gathered for a speech from Lloyd that he administers through a megaphone, not that he needs one. He had thanked us all for our hard work and persistence through this project, and became teary eyed when he talked about how proud he was of himself for dealing with such stress. A few newbies in the crowd laughed before they realized that he was, in fact, serious. And then that was it, and filming was over. I handed in my equipment and thanked Dwayne for the opportunity. He assured me that we could speak a few times during hiatus, he thought that I might be ready for the full responsibility on the next film. I only hope my enthusiasm in my response didn't make him want to rescind his offer.

"I'll see you at the wrap party," Dwayne smiled sincerely.

"I'm looking forward to it," I smiled in return.

Except I wasn't looking forward to it. As Lana, Mia, and I continuously stroll up and down the mall, I'm fresh out of wrap present ideas. And I'm also not completely thrilled that I'm about to see Emma and Javi all cozy tonight. He had warned me that Norwick's hired photographer would be there to take very stealthy, very posed photos. I shake that from my mind and try to focus on the task at hand.

"Why don't you just be repetitive like Lana?" Mia asks, taking a sip of her smoothie.

Lana gently wacks her arm. "That's not fair. Everyone loves that whiskey." She always gets her boss the same whiskey from her home state of Tennessee.

"Well," she clarifies with a smile, "Hank loves that whiskey at least."

"I'm not even sure if Dwayne drinks," I say peering at a nearby kiosk.

"If he works in entertainment, he drinks." Lana says dryly. Mia gets distracted by a sparkly window display of cocktail dresses, brushing her finger along the glass as if she can feel the sequins through it.

"Do you know what Dwayne likes?" She asks absentmindedly.

I think for a moment. "Hiatus?"

Lana laughs. "We technically are supposed to be the ones receiving the presents, anyway."

"You told me back in the day that it was the best way to stay on their good side. That and shutting up."

"I stand by that."

"Plus, I think I should get him something a little nicer as a 'thank you' for the promotion."

"Can we talk about what we're wearing tonight instead?" Mia asks, finally peeling her eyes away from the dresses.

"I'm thinking the usual, dress pants and a nice top." Lana responds.

Mia's face falls. "But it's a club."

"Then maybe it'll be a low cut top," Lana wiggles her eyebrows at Mia, and she blushes so deeply that I feel like I should look away.

"What are you thinking?" Mia asks me, still smiling.

"I'm not sure...maybe that green sort of sundress I bought a while back?"

Mia scowls. "A sundress, Ava? This is a club, people! C'mon, we're going in here." She points at the store, stomping inside before Lana or I can protest.

I have to admit, these dresses made me excited. In under ten minutes Mia and I had picked out eight dresses between us, and were now giving Lana a fashion show that she would most likely want to opt out of. Though a few of Mia's tighter fitted dresses got her attention.

Mia has settled on a midi maroon dress with a deep v. In her words, she has to look her best to make up for the fact that she is a plus one and didn't actually work to get an invite. Not the best excuse to spend money, but not the worst either.

Whereas the other dresses I tried on hugged my body, this one was loose, hanging from two simple spaghetti straps. It was much, much shorter than I was used to and it's cut in such a way that the back is exposed almost all the way to my butt. I laugh at the sight. Even still, I love how it shimmers.

I step out, putting on a show for Mia and Lana.

"YES," Mia claps. "Why do I like this way better than the booby blue one?"

"And it sparkles!" Lana jumps in.

The material was almost silky, but it had a bunch of a reflection and flecks of sparkles within the fabric. I shifted my hips from side to side to get the full effect.

"Do we think black is too boring?" I ask.

"Hmmm," Mia considers, "Do a turn."

I spin slowly, moving up on my toes to mimic heels.

"Boring? With that back? Never." Mia scoffs.

"It's also incredibly short..." I skim the hem with my fingers.

"As Mia reminded us, it is a club." Lana says in a teasing tone. "We deserve to go all out." Lana stands, walking over to me so she can talk quietly. "And, I know of someone who would love to see you in that dress."

My face heats. "We're keeping a low profile."

"What? Low profiles can't have a little fun?"

I look back and forth between my friends before tracing my hand down the front. A sinister part of me likes the idea of wearing this in front of Javi, knowing that he can't do another about it. If our current predicament has to be so strict, we might as well have a little fun when we can.

"Screw it," I say, marching back into the changing room.

"Yay!" Mia squeals behind me.

After our purchases, including a new sparkly hair scarf for Lana to match Mia's dress, we exit and keep walking.

"As much as I love what we got, it doesn't solve my Dwayne problem."

"Oh. Right..." Mia muses for a moment. "Maybe we should get him one to match?" She says it with so much mock sincerity that both Lana and I laugh. Looking to my left, my laughter quickly fades as I spot a kiosk filled with candy, snacks, and magazines. Tabloids. And as I walk toward it, drawn in like a forced breath, I see my—Javi's, face on the cover. Next to it, is a smaller image of him holding Emma's chin, smiling at her while her eyes crinkle with laughter. His free arm is wrapped around her waist. The photo looks as though it was shot through the bushes, though anyone on set knows the truth. I remind myself that I also know the truth...but he is a damn good actor. My fists clench at my sides as I read the headline, Gutierrez is Mad About Madden! Details Inside.

Before I can help myself, I snatch it off the shelf and flip to find the details page.

Lana and Mia come up behind me, but neither of them say anything as they read over my shoulder. In the centerfold of the tabloid, I find it. More photos. The two of them holding hands, his arm slung over her shoulders, both of them sitting for coffee in between takes. Honestly not as bad as I had expected. At least they hadn't kissed...as far as I know. But the thing that made my stomach churn the most was the text bubble to the right that read:

Emma and Javi's romance has been heating up as the couple prepares to wrap up their film, an untitled Norwick Productions project with Llyod Matthews to direct. A source tells us "the pair became inseparable while shooting the film, and they can't keep their hands off of each other." Javi is set to play a former CIA operative turned top secret spy who is brought back into action when his recent ex, Emma, is kidnapped by enemy forces. He must work with his former partner, played by Blake Henley, to save both Emma and the country. But will he be forced to choose between love and honor? It is safe to say that Javi, at least, seems to have chosen love.

"A very credible source, clearly." Lana mumbles. "Are you okay?"

I nod my head, "I'm fine." I place that magazine back on the shelf. "We knew it would happen. We've talked about it. He did it so I can keep my job and my promotion."

"Yeah...but are you okay?" Mia asks this time.

"Of course!" My voice is way too cheery. I try to tone it down. "Of course. I have a new dress, the three of us are going to party tonight, and I think I might have just thought of a gift for Dwayne."

I toss my hair over my shoulders, grabbing Lana's wrist and tugging her to the next store. "Let's go. We have a party to get to."

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[eddiemunsonswhxre]

when we were high / eddie munson

one shot

part two

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

cw: henderson!reader, marijuana use, fingering, squirting, slight name calling/degradation (slut), aftercare

normally when you smoke with eddie you can control your horny thoughts. today, he was looking way too good and that caused you to fail

—

“damn, munson, i really needed this today,” you hum contently, relaxing into his side as you took a hit from the blunt he just rolled.

eddie chuckles, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his bare side. “i can’t wait to see how dustin reacts when he finds out i got you smoking weed,” he smiles, taking the blunt from your fingers. you hit his chest lightly as he deeply inhales the smoke into his lungs.

“i’m older than him, he’ll deal,” you say, tracing one of eddie’s tattoos mindlessly.

eddie snorts, making him cough as he exhaled. “just like he ‘dealt’ with you becoming friends with me?” he teases, holding the blunt back out to you. you laugh, thinking back to the temper tantrum dustin threw over you taking his friends. you take the blunt, taking another hit in attempt to calm your nerves from the stressful day.

“he’s just mad i'm the cooler sibling,” you shrug. eddie shakes his head.

he holds up the hand that isn’t around you in protest. “mm, i don’t know about that. you don’t play d&d,” he teases. he plucks the blunt from your fingers and puts it back to his own lips.

you roll your eyes at him but you two continue the banter and passing the blunt back and forth. eddie’s trailer was so hot and sticky. because of that, you were only in a sports bra and shorts and eddie only had on his jeans. you two weren’t anything more than friends, but you found comfort in being close to one another since you both came from families where physical affection wasn’t very common. well, in your family all the affection went to dustin.

about twenty minutes later, both you and eddie are high as fuck and giggling in each other’s arms. the nonsense conversation you were having came to a close and the two of you sat in comfortable silence. at least eddie was.

but you were having a whole other problem down below and sitting was starting to become uncomfortable. it was also hard to ignore when you had eddie sitting shirtless right beside you with his ringed fingers playing with your hair. and you were high, so rational thinking wasn’t even a thought. “eddieeee,” you say in a sing-songy voice, turning to face him.

you didn’t have much room to face him though, so you ended up half falling on top of him as your hands held his face. he smiles at you and reaches up to grab your face as well. “y/nnnn,” he mocks you, causing you two to laugh.

once you settle down, you start talking again. “i’m horny,” you giggle, causing eddie’s eyes to widen. for a moment, he feels sober.

“yeah?” he asks, squishing your cheeks together.

you laugh at him, using one of your hands to bop his nose.

“sooo horny and reallyyy wet,” you confirm. eddie looks at you in shock. he doesn’t even know what to say. “wanna feel?” you ask as if he’d obviously want to.

eddie takes his hands from your cheeks to instead holds your sides. “y/n, i think you’re too high,” he says. this makes you pout and get sad. you let go of his face and flop back down. “i don’t think when we sober up, you’re gonna be happy you told me that,” he says, pulling you back into him.

you don’t respond for a few moments, but you can’t ignore the growing feeling between your legs. “i don’t think it’s a big deal. i’m horny, eddie. you make me horny,” you say, nuzzling into him.

the corner of his mouth quirks up in a smirk. “oh, do i?” he teases, interested in your words.

you nod, turning to look up at him. “it’s the rings… and watching you play guitar. your fingers…” you trail, switching your gaze slowly to grab his hand. he watches you closely as you begin fiddling with the rings on his right hand, absorbing the information you just gave him. he didn’t know his hands could turn someone on. “eddie?” you speak out in question.

eddie bites his lip and looks back down at you when you look up at him. “hm?” he questions.

“will you finger me?” you ask shamelessly. eddie gasps in surprise, a surplus of spit getting lodged in his throat making him cough. you look at him so innocently that he almost agreed immediately.

“y/n, we- we’re friends, babe. friends don’t… finger each other,” he tries explaining. this only makes you frown.

you keep messing with his rings, and all you could think of was how they’d feeling inside of you. “but i want you to. who says friends can’t do that?” you try convincing him.

he chews on the inside of his cheek, thinking. personally, he didn’t really care. he’d do whatever, sex-wise, you asked him if you were both sober. he didn’t think there was anything romantic between you and he knows sometimes people just need a release. but you were high right now, and you weren’t nearly as accustomed to it as he was. he was afraid you’d regret this once you sobered up and he didn’t want to risk losing your friendship.

he felt you squirming slightly, noticing your thighs clamping together as you played with his hands. “what’s gonna happen if i don’t help you cum?” eddie asks, causing your head to snap up. you have to close your eyes for a moment since the fast movement made you dizzy.

“i’ll suffer,” you say. eddie huffs and looks to the side.

he was leaning more towards doing it, partly because he was curious to see you as you fell apart under him. “you promise me you want me to do this? you promise it won’t change our friendship?” he asks, making you look him in the eyes.

you nod, a big smile coming on your face. “i promise,” you say. he takes that as good enough and stands up. before you can ask questions, he’s picking you up bridal style and carrying you towards his room.

“i'm not doing it infront of all the windows,” he explains before throwing you down on his bed and crawling on top of you. you laugh at him and grab his shoulders, sliding your hands up and down his arms as he analyzes you. “you ready?” he asks and you nod eagerly.

eddie takes a deep breath before hooking his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and underwear and quickly pulling them off your body. you shiver as your pussy is exposed to the humid air of the trailer. eddie takes a moment to just look at you, realizing you really weren’t lying when you said you were really wet. “just checking… but you’re sure?” he asks, his eyes flickering from you to your heat.

you reach out to him, making grabby hands until he gives you his right hand. you guide it slowly down to your core, eddie watching every movement closely. as you place his fingers against you, you shiver before letting go and nodding. “i’m sure,” you whisper.

eddie slowly twists his wrist around, using his fingers to gather some of your slick and slowly stroke you all over. you let out a small moan, the weed making each sensation feel ten times better than normal. eddie bites his lip at the moan you let out and then brings his fingers up to your clit. he begins tantalizing circles, paying close attention to your body’s reactions. he knew how good orgasms felt when you were high, and he knew they came faster than normal as well. still, he wanted this to be the best damn orgasm of your life.

“that feel good, y/n?” he asks, pressing down a bit more on your clit. you sigh in content, moving your hands to grab the sheets of his bed. you felt each wave flood your entire bottom half which caused you to close your eyes.

eddie sat back a bit, drinking in your frame as he let his middle finger travel down towards your entrance. he slips it in slowly, causing a delicious moan to leave your lips. he bites on his bottom lip, pumping his finger slowly in and out of you, watching your hips push down to meet his knuckles. “m-more,” you whine.

another finger joins his middle one, slowly sinking into your greedy pussy. “eddie,” you moan, causing him to wince and a bit more blood to rush to his cock.

“you look so dirty right now, y/n,” he sighs, thrusting into you with his fingers. you let out a whimper at his words. “such a slutty girl, huh? fucking yourself on your friends fingers just to get off?” he mumbles.

you gasp at his words, the beginning of your orgasm beginning to build deep in your stomach. “your fingers… feel so good, fuck,” you moan. eddie smiles at you, beginning to curl his fingers instead. “fuck!” you gasp. “keep doing that, ohhh goddd,” you moan, gripping his sheets as you try rolling your hips. eddie smirks at you, moving them slightly faster in a ‘come hither’ motion.

the weed was making you start tightening random muscles as you tried to absorb as much pleasure as possible. “you going to cum for me?” eddie asks, leaning over you slightly to try and get a better angle.

his movement worked, because it hand your head slamming back. “eddieee, oh shit, yes!” you moaned and gasped, this slightly different position driving you wild. eddie smiled at your face, jaw slack as your eyes threatened to roll back. he moved his thumb, placing it on your clit as he sped up his fingers. “oh, eddie,” you whine, grabbing his wrist that was propping him up.

“you look so pretty like this, y/n,” he cooed in a teasing manner, thumbing circles on your clit. you moan, clenching your pussy around his fingers as your high neared. “cum for me, pretty girl,” he hummed, speeding up his hand. you moaned, eyes rolling back as your legs began shaking with anticipation.

the knot in your core was so tight, just moments away from bursting. eddie didn’t slow his movements, instead trying to put more pressure on your clit as he heard your labored breaths. “come on y/n, cum, cum for me,” he says, teeth gritted as he begins slamming his fingers into your pussy.

your back arches off his bed and you squeeze his wrist and his sheets as small little gasps of moans come out of your mouth. with one last moan of eddie’s name, the knot snaps and your orgasm is spreading through you like wildfire.

eddie gasps, pulling his fingers out of you quickly as a stream of squirt rushes out of your heat and onto his pants and bed. your legs shake slightly as you roll your hips, eddie too stunned to help you ride out your orgasm, just watching little spurts of your squirt come at him. he was mesmerized. when your back finally flattened and you tried to start catching your breath, eddie snapped back to reality.

“you just… squirted. on my bed… on me…” he trails, running his finger through the wet patch on his jeans.

you look at him in humiliation, immediately closing your legs and bringing them up close to your body. “i-i’m so sorry, that’s never happened before,” you stutter, scared he’s going to find you disgusting.

eddie looks up at you, fascination covering his features. he grabs your ankles, pulling them down and throwing your legs apart. “you’re doing that again,” he says, sinking his fingers back into you.

“oh shit!” you moan at his invasion of your sensitive hole. he barely gave you a rest, and you were still feeling the numbed pleasure from your orgasm that a knot began to build once again in your core.

eddie looks at you with a determined look, using his free hand to smooth back your hair. “that was so fucking hot, you’re cumming for me again,” he says, curling his fingers inside of you.

you whine as he moves his face closer to your pussy, watching closely as you clench around his moving fingers. he instead uses his other hand to start rubbing across your clit, causing your toes to curl. “yes!” you gasp, gripping the sheets and raising your hips towards him.

“going to cum for me already, little slut?” he asks, hammering his fingers into you as he furiously rubs your clit. you let out a deep moan, legs beginning to shake as an even more intense orgasm builds inside of you. your back begins arching, making eddie speed up as your eyes roll back into your head. “cum, squirt on me baby, come on,” eddie demands you and your whole body shakes, the knot snapping as you arch so far your back cracks.

you let out a scream as it snaps, eddie pulling his fingers from inside of you, still assaulting your clit making a harder stream come from inside of you. when it stops, you’re still shaking in your orgasm, so he thrusts his fingers into you a few more times, removing them and watching you squirt again. it was addicting to watch.

you flop onto his bed as he begins hammering into you one last time, your whole body shaking with tremors. he pulls out his fingers, others still pushing down on and rubbing your clit, and a smaller bit of your squirt comes splashing onto his bed, a small puddle formed there. you lay there, spasming as he begins rubbing your legs in attempt to calm you down.

when you finally fall limp on his bed, he crawls up next to you. “feel better now?” he asks cockily. your head falls to the side, looking at him through your fucked out eyes. he laughs slightly. “you are so fucked out of your mind right now,” he observes, feeling a bit of his ego grow.

you close your eyes, nodding slowly. now, you felt like you needed a good nap. eddie smiles, placing a soft kiss to your forehead, which was something he did as friends so it didn’t worry you. “you did good,” he says softly.

you hum in response, lazily trying to grab for him. he places a hand on your stomach causing your eyes to weakly flutter open. “i’m gonna clean you up and then we’re gonna take a fat nap, okay?” he says, slightly hovering over you. you nod in agreement and he begins pushing himself off his bed. he picks you up carefully, moving you out of the puddle of your own mess before running to the bathroom.

he comes back with a warm rag, using it to wipe off your bottom half. he was extra careful around your sensitive core and then slid your underwear back on. “can you stand?” he asks. you try, pushing yourself up but beginning to stumble from the mix of being high and just coming down from two mind blowing orgasms. eddie catches you with a laugh, “maybe not.” he guides you to his desk chair, having you sit there as he takes off his sheets, throwing down some towels where you had left a mess and then covering his whole bed with his other sheets.

after changing into a pair of boxers, closing all the curtains, turning off the light, and turning on his fan, he walked back over to you. “stand up,” he said, and you did, falling into him. he chuckles at you, picking you up nonetheless and taking you to bed. he lays you down gently, then climbs in next to you. he pulls you closely to his chest and you sigh in content.

“eddie?” you question hoarsely.

“yeah, y/n?” he runs his fingers through your hair.

you blink heavily, feeling sleep creep up on you. “why didn’t,” you yawn, “you cum?”

eddie just shakes his head and places a kiss to the top of your head. “i wasn’t worried about it,” he says.

“but… i would’ve helped,” you say.

he laughs. “no, y/n. in this state i wouldn’t have let you. now go to sleep,” he says.

you were too tired to be your normal persistent self so you just nodded and snuggled further into him, despite the heat of the room. eddie closed his eyes as well, rubbing your side as you both drifted into a peaceful sleep.