#But this was me this morning and it was pretty delicious

[thecuriousbeauty]

during the early shows of the "live on tour" era, when him were still performing in theaters, harry couldn’t take his eyes off a fan while he was on stage. so he takes her to the backstage after the show (or to his hotel room).

That Special Girl- Harry Styles x reader (Fluff)

A/N:-Put a little spin to this, I hope you all like it! Thank you for the request anon, and for patiently waiting! Please like and reblog to support me, xx.

Word count: 1.7K

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You don’t usually take this route on your morning runs, but today, you were craving those soft, buttery, warm croissants from the bakery down the street for breakfast. You definitely deserved it after your run. And today was going to be a very special day in your life, you needed to start the day right. So you didn’t mind the mild crowd you had to run through to make it to the bakery.

All you could think about was going to your first Harry Styles’ concert that evening! He was finally coming to your city and you weren’t going to let go of the opportunity to see one of your favorite singers perform live. Sadly, your best friend couldn’t go with you, so you were going alone but you were sure you’d make friends once you got there. That was also something you were excited about. Being around so many people who share your same interests. 

Just as you were about to enter the bakery, you saw someone familiar on their morning run. Your eyes squinted to make sure what they were seeing was really true. 

Wow, even before you got to the concert.

It was Harry Styles!

He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and blue shorts, shades protecting his eyes. You had to try so hard not to freak out, because the last thing you wanted was to be like some of those crazy fans. You admired Harry, yes, but you believed everyone, celebrity or not, should have the privacy of at least not getting disturbed while on their morning run. 

He was running towards where you came from, where you knew there was a crowd, so even though you were nervous and not quite sure if the words would form proper sentences once you opened your mouth, you decided to warn him.

“U-Uh, Harry?”, you spoke as he was just about to whizz past you, and he stopped. You couldn’t read his expression very well, but you continued. “You don’t wanna run that way, it’s pretty crowded.”

While you were talking, he tapped on his phone, probably to stop the music from his ear pods. “Oh. Oh, okay.”, he said, a little surprised. He probably thought you stopped him for a photo or something. He stared at you for a few seconds, while you were wondering if you had made any mistakes in the one sentence you spoke .

“I-I’ll go back the same way, then. Thanks, love.”, he smiled, dimples popping and although you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew they were crinkling. 

“Yeah, of course.”, you smiled back. “Good luck for the show tonight!”, it slipped out before you could think if it was okay to say.

“Thank you! Are you coming?”, he asks, still smiling.

“I am, actually.”

“That’s amazing. I’ll see you tonight, then, love. Gotta go now, thanks again. Bye bye.”

“Bye bye”, you find yourself repeating, and Harry chuckles before running away. You’re still in a daze as you turn to the bakery, almost hitting your head on the transparent glass door, not realizing that you have to open it. You laugh at yourself, and open the door, the smell of those delicious croissants making you beam. Today was going to be a great day.

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“I’ll take so many videos for you.”, you tell your best friend through a video call as you do your hair, getting ready for the show. 

“You better! You look so hot, y/n, I won’t be surprised if Harry himself falls for you.”, she says, winking at you through the screen and you laugh. You had picked out a black top, with a translucent sparkly cover on top, pairing it with a silver skirt. You did your makeup minimally, except for your eyes, you put on some shimmery eye shadow. Once you were ready, you said bye to your best friend and got going.

You reach the venue, chatting up with a few girls immediately, sharing bracelets and just sharing where you’re all from. You were led to your places when the show was about to start, and you had fun while the opening act was going on. You weren’t dancing yet though, you were saving your energy for when Harry would take the stage.

And finally, there he was. The man you saw in the morning, except now he was radiating more confidence and charm. He was up there probably doing his favorite thing in the world. He looked incredibly attractive in his outfit for the night, silky light blue pants paired with a pink and blue jacket. The color combinations complimented his features wonderfully, not to mention the perfectly placed tattoos over his chest and abdomen.

You sang along with the rest of the crowd as Harry started Music for a Sushi Restaurant. Harry was running around all over the stage, and his eyes were drifting around, looking everywhere while he continued to sing. It seemed like he was searching for something, or someone. 

When he gets to your side of the stage, for a minute, you feel like his eyes meet yours, and you’re not able to make sure because of all the lighting and there are a lot of people around you. But you can confirm he was indeed looking at you, because he grins as he brings his hand up and gives you a wave. 

You gasp and wave back. He remembers you from the morning!

For the rest of the show, you noticed that Harry was coming to your side of the stage quite often, and even looking at you as you sang the lyrics back to him. He would even lean over slightly, almost as if he was directly singing to you. You enjoyed all the songs and Harry’s energy was infectious. He kept bouncing around the stage, cracking jokes, reading out signs, making people happy and being the man he is. During the last song, which was Kiwi, he did his little dance and you did the same with your new friend next to you, and he stopped to watch you both, amused.

“Oh my god, he liked our dance!”, she squeals next to you.

You definitely had a lot to tell your best friend.

You’re having mixed feelings by the end of the show. Happy because you had THE BEST night ever, and sad because it’s over. You were gonna have to say goodbye to your new friends, and to Harry. 

Little did you know, Harry had different plans.

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Harry couldn’t stop thinking about you. Even as he was running through the crowd to go backstage, escorted by the security, he was looking over to where you stood, hoping to catch another glimpse of you.

But he couldn’t find you. He was too taken back by your beauty and kindness that he even forgot to ask your name in the morning. But he wasn’t gonna give up. He needed a chance to see you again.

So he asked his security to find you, telling them where you had been for the show. 

“Well this is a first, special girl eh, mate?”, Mitch teases him backstage, chugging down some cold water. 

“I’m just curious to know more about her.”, Harry says, not denying what Mitch had said. Clearly everyone in his band had noticed that he was watching a particular someone in the crowd. He thought he hadn’t made it so obvious.

Harry walked around, adrenaline still pumping through his veins, and Sarah passed him some water too. “Calm down, H, they’ll find her. Even if they can’t, if you really want to see her, we’ll figure something out.”

“How?”, he asked.

Sarah winked. “Leave that to me. Your fans are capable of a lot of things, you know.”

Harry didn’t question that. 

To his absolute delight, security had indeed found you, and Harry rushed into a separate room to meet you, not wanting to scare you with the whole band. He thought you would probably be nervous about all of this too.

There you stood, clutching your bag in one hand, your arm covered with bracelets, and his eyes shifted to your face, seeing you up close for the second time today. 

God, you were gorgeous.

Strikingly beautiful eyes that he was finding a hard time looking away from the whole evening. Perfect, soft features and your smile had him smiling ear to ear. 

“Am I in trouble?”, you asked nervously.

“Oh no, sorry love, I just didn’t get your name. I wanted to thank you again for this morning.”, he said. 

“Oh! It’s all good, I hate being interrupted during my morning run too. I’m y/n!”, you smile, and Harry extends his hand, shaking yours. “Hello, y/n, I’m Harry.”

You giggle, finding it funny that he was introducing himself and he can’t help but laugh. “Nice to meet you, Harry. The show was amazing, like crazy.”

“Yeah? I’m glad you enjoyed it, love.”, Harry says happily. “I didn’t spook you out sending the security behind you did I?”

“Kinda. I really thought I was in trouble for taking a shot the girl next to me offered or something..”

Harry laughs, and you smile sheepishly. “You all did shots without me?”, he asked, a fake hurt tone to his voice.

“Oh no, did you wanna do one?”

Harry shakes his head, dimples popping. “Just kidding, y/n. I just wanted to get to know you a little bit. You had my attention the whole night.”

You blush, not knowing what to reply, really just saying, “Oh..um..”

“Do you want to go hang out for a while? If it’s okay, of course. It’s completely fine if it’s not, it is late and you must have places to be-”, Harry starts rambling nervously.

“I’d love to!”, you piped up, and his grin widened. “Yeah?”

It’s true that no one believes in love at first sight, until they meet that one special person who comes along and steals their heart.

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Hunger | Kuroo Tetsuro

chapter 3 - series masterlist

Pairing: businessman!Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: you’re colleagues and you’re screwin’. Kuroo lets you know just how much he's wanted you all day.

Word count: ~3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Explicit smut under the cut. Rough sex, teasing, overstimulation, blowjob, eating cookie, brat taming.

Kuroo had you pressed up against the wall of your living room, gripping your naked hips as he rutted against your core. You locked your arms around him, burying your face into the warmth of his neck—twisting one hand into his unruly locks as he thrusted up into you. He pressed his forehead against yours and his hot, heavy breath puffed across your face. 

“C’mere,” he panted. Wrapping you up in his arms, he began carrying you toward the couch. 

“Here? Wait, Kuroo—wait!” He tossed you onto it like a ragdoll. Before you could say anything else, he was kissing you again—licking into your mouth like he’d been starving for the taste of you. He pushed you deeper into the couch cushions, his broad frame hovering over you, caging you in with his arms. “Fuck,” you muttered, between each press of his lips, “fuck, Kuroo—slow down.”

“I can’t.” The words were a breathy growl against your mouth, and then, he yanked himself away, ripping his gaze into you. “I can’t, Y/N—I can’t wait any longer.” You stared up at him, breathing hard in the aftermath of that feverish kiss. You brought a hand up to cup his face and his eyes shuttered closed at the contact—he grasped your hand in his own, pressing his cheek into your palm. 

God, he wanted it bad. Brows knitted, skin flushed the prettiest red, he looked ravenous for any morsel of your touch. The broad, muscled expanse of him shifted above you, made you feel like some delicate thing at his mercy—it reminded you that he could take whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Kuroo never held back with you; he used your body in the most delicious ways, he fucked you with the ragged ferocity that you so desperately craved. And right now, you could tell that his body, too, was craving that ferocity—screaming for it. You almost felt bad for teasing him so much this morning. 

“Tell me you want it,” Kuroo breathed, pupils dark and voice broken with need. “Tell me you need it as bad as I do.” 

“I need it,” you said, and you could hear the desperation in your own voice. “But…not here—”

“Fine,” he said tightly, scooping you up into his arms again. You yelped as he hoisted you in the air, locking your arms around him as he made toward the bedroom, finally. “Then I’m gonna take my time with you, darlin’,” he whispered in your ear. The dark timbre of the words had you keening, digging your fingernails into the fabric of his shirt. “Gonna fuck that pretty cunt all night, yeah?” 

Jesus, you loved it when he talked filthy—when he grabbed you like this and threw you on the bed like you were his damn plaything. The sheets were cool and fresh against your naked skin, and they served to remind you how vulnerable you were right now: bare-skinned before him while he was fully-clothed, gazing down at you like you were a fucking meal. He climbed onto the bed and leaned over you, teeth glinting in a smirk as he loosened his tie with one finger. You watched the movement raptly, goosebumps exploding across your skin. 

“S’matter, baby?” he smiled, crawling his way toward you. “Am I talking too dirty for you?” 

Fuck, that arrogance. Kuroo slipped into that condescending tone so naturally, playing up this dominant, cocksure persona. You knew him better than that though. He didn’t want you to make it this easy for him.  

You lunged, grabbing him by his tie and whipping it loose. Chucking it behind you, you locked your legs around him and heaved—flipping him onto his back. He let you do it. 

“Do you ever stop talking?” you said through gritted teeth, popping the buttons of his shirt open one by one. He looked up at you through  hooded eyes, hands resting politely at his sides while you worked, his face twisted in an insolent, shit-eating grin. 

“Will you ever stop pretending you don’t like it?” he replied. You tore the final button open. He exhaled deeply when you splayed your palms across his bare chest, responding to it by gripping your hips in his own hands. 

“Get over yourself,” you said drily, and you felt his fingers dig deeper into your skin at that—the only indication that, despite all the pretense, he loved this back-and-forth just as much as you. It was the way it’d always been with you and Kuroo: you thrived on each others’ passion and intensity, both on the job and here, between the sheets. Kuroo liked it when you played rough. He liked fighting you for dominance and earning the right to make you submit, and by God, you liked letting him have his way with you. You palmed him through his trousers—he hissed, clutching your forearm in one, big hand—and you couldn’t help but contemplate the sheer difference in power between you. Broad-shouldered and sculpted, Kuroo was massive; he could flip you over right now, and use your body in whatever brutal way he pleased. 

You wanted him to. Fuck, you wanted him to lose control and pound you into this bed. “Big talk,” you muttered, wanting—needing—to goad him on, “for the guy who’s under me right now.” 

He tried playing it off with a wry laugh but you caught the way his eyes glimmered sharply. “Oh, sweetheart,” he drawled, and that condescending tone had you fluttering in anticipation, pawing at the button and zipper of his pants. “You know I could do whatever I wanted,” he purred, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “right?” 

“Do it, then,” you taunted, but you knew it fell flat. You could barely look at him right now, turning your full attention to undoing his pants instead. 

He noticed that. “What’s wrong? Where’d all that attitude go?” he whispered. You retaliated by yanking his trousers down—exposing the stiff tent in his skin-tight boxers, the little wet patch at its tip. You palmed it, punching a grunt out of him.

“Ngh—tell me,” he groaned, catching your jaw in one hand and jerking your gaze to his. You shivered at the sight of those murky, lust-blown eyes; the ruffled hair; the bitten-red lips. Kuroo grazed his thumb across your own lips. And, delicately inching them apart, he pushed the finger into your mouth—pressed down until you couldn’t move to shape words. Your resolve buckled, and you keened wordlessly against his firm grip. 

“What, cat got your tongue?” he whispered. You wanted to give in right now—whine like a bitch, beg him to drop the act and just fuck you raw and ragged—but, Christ, this felt so good. He was so eager beneath you, letting you edge his desire on a razor’s blade. It was intoxicating. 

Never once breaking eye contact, you fondled that thick, warm bulge in his boxers. He groaned, bucking into your hand and gripping your jaw like a vice—his thumbnail dug into your tongue, hard enough to draw blood. You mewled in pain—loving it, wanting him to do it again, deeper—

“Take ‘em off,” Kuroo muttered, and suddenly he was pulling his thumb out of your mouth and sliding the trousers off his legs. C’mon, he beckoned, urging you to pull the underwear off next. You were reeling. You were losing your mind. Brainlessly, you hooked a finger into his waistband, tugging it over his length, over the heavy swell of his balls. “Fuuuuck,” he breathed, and you watched as his stiff, fat length slapped against his abdomen, smearing a bead of pre-cum on it. 

Holy fucking shit. It was all way too much. You didn’t know whether you wanted to hear him moan like that again or for him to take control and hurt you some more. Maybe both right now. Right now, you settled for tugging the boxers off him, scooting back on your heels, and placing his leaking tip against your tongue. 

“Fuck—Y/N!” he cried. He jolted, almost pulling away from you, but you held firm on his hips, keeping him close. “Y/N—wait don’t—shit, I’m gonna—”

You fisted his shaft in your hand, gripping tight, and he yelped. “Shut up,” you mumbled, and you knew your eyes were big and glassy and desperate as you gazed up at him. “I wanna make you feel good. Please.” 

He loosed a hard, shuddering breath. Those sturdy shoulders rose and fell, quivering slightly. Then, he finally nodded at you, a silent go on. 

You licked flat against the underside of his cock, and Kuroo threw his head back and groaned. Laving up the shaft, you hummed against his skin at the taste of him—that familiar, musky taste that choked your senses while the rich scent of him filled your head. He smelled like cherries popping on your tongue. Tart. And subtly, seductively sweet. 

His hands fisted in your hair as you took him completely in your mouth, tightening their grip on you each time you bobbed your head. It stung deliciously, and you lost yourself in the rhythm: gliding sloppy, wet strokes up and down his length. Fuck, he was so thick—girthy enough to make your jaw ache the longer you worked at him. You didn’t care though. You never wanted to stop, not while he was talking so gorgeously dirty. “That’s it, baby,” he whined, “Shit, you’re so good. Just like that, stay on it—keep that pretty fuckin’ mouth on me.” You whimpered at the sound of that sinful praise, feeling your cunt clench around nothing, aching to be filled. Every drag of your pert nipples against the sheets was torture—you felt the slick gather between your legs, smear against your inner thighs. 

“C’mere. Look at me,” Kuroo gasped, using the hands tangled in your hair to drag you up. “You’re beautiful, baby—fuck—lemme look at that face.” Mewling, you let him pull his cock out of your mouth, tap it on your chin. His gaze was a black ocean, rushing over you in a dark, crashing wave. 

“Lemme…” you mumbled, unable to form any other words. You pressed his flushed tip against your lips, rubbing your own spit across them. 

“I wanna see you, pretty girl—” and you moaned embarrassingly, needing his veiny, velvety length back in your mouth, but Kuroo continued, “—shh. Hey. Please.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, knowing you were a wrecked sight: spit-stained chin, cheeks feverishly red. He drank it in, combing your hair out of your face with more gentleness than you honestly needed. You wanted him to yank at those strands, use them to jerk you around in whatever way made him feel good—you wanted to feel pain rushing over you like scalding water—but, God. You saw it: the softness in his eyes. The adoration with which he dragged his fingertips through your hair, down your neck, then your spine, around your hip.

He tugged you on top of him, and now you could feel that stiff, twitching heat against your folds. You gasped brokenly, eyes fluttering shut. 

“You feel that, right?” he murmured. “Feel what you do to me?”

“Kuroo—”

He tutted softly. “No. C’mon. Not Kuroo.” 

Your eyelids pierced open. He notched his cock against your cunt and your blood ignited to a boil.  

“Call me by my name,” he breathed.

Oh, but. You knew Kuroo. 

After all these years, you saw his tendencies and desires so vividly. You knew he was here, naked in this bed with you, because he didn’t know many other ways to relieve the stress. Fucking was release—instant, satisfying release. But you also knew that, like you, Kuroo lived his life by delaying gratification. Call it dedication, or work ethic. The fact was: he simply couldn’t enjoy anything he hadn’t fought for. Like you, he was addicted to the thrill.

That was why you knew exactly what he needed from you right now. You didn’t call him by his name. Instead, you slowly, silently grasped his twitching length in your hand, nudged it past the tight ring of muscle at your core, and grinned. 

“Make me,” you whispered. 

A shiver ripped through him. Hands latched at your waist. He picked you up like a feather, and slammed you down on his cock. 

“Ah—!” The sound was high and desperate and entirely ignored by him as he thrust his length into you over and over at a devastating pace. You grappled for purchase—

And then he was flipping you over on your back, hooking your knees over his shoulders and sliding his dick in again, not sparing a moment before fucking it in and out of you. “Kur—” you gasped. 

“Shut up.” It was a tight snarl, punctuated by a stab against your deepest spot—and the combination of those two things had you screaming into the side of his neck. It hurt so. Good. He was massive, stretching your tender walls around him; it burned, and you loved it. 

“You love it, don’t you?” he asked, and distantly you wondered when exactly it became so easy for you to read each other’s minds. “Fuck—take it, then. Take my fuckin’ cock, just like that.”

“P-please—” Your voice was barely a gasp. 

“Please, what? Hmm?” A threat gleamed in the words, and your brain screamed danger while your body screamed yes, God, please yes. Kuroo finished the sentence with a brutal thrust into you, prodding at your cervix and ripping a pained howl from your lips. “C’mon sweetheart. Isn’t this what you wanted? Smart little thing like you, playing dumb? Tsk.” 

He grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to him—letting you drink in his menacing gaze while inching his length slowly, slowly out of your folds. You whimpered when he finally left you empty, feeling the tip bump against your clit for a delicious millisecond before he sat back on his heels. Smushing your entire face in the grip of his palm, he stared you down in clench-jawed silence.

You met it with glassy eyes. “Don’t stop,” you breathed. “Please.” 

He smirked—the motion barely a flash of teeth. “Begging already?” he murmured. 

“Please!”

“Say it then, if you’re so desperate.” Kuroo settled onto his hands and knees, dragging a slow finger down your sternum. “C’mon, baby, we both know you don’t have what it takes to fight me right now. Give in.”

And despite everything—your burning skin, the aching emptiness inside you—you stared back at him defiantly. You shook your head tightly, refusing to lose. Kuroo laughed darkly, expecting it. He took the hand that was hovering against your chest and slid it down, down…

You jolted, gripping his shoulder firmly. Knowing what he intended to do. 

Kuroo slipped easily out of your grasp, down the sheets, and positioned his face inches away from your glistening cunt. He flicked his gaze up to you, smiling wide. 

“Kuroo—”

“Shush,” he whispered. You seized, writhing under him and feeling his fingers tighten around your thighs in response. You resisted—but he pushed them apart anyway. “I don’t wanna hear your voice unless it’s screaming my name, yeah?” A weak, meager whimper tumbled out of you.    

“You gonna play nice?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Wait, Kuroo—”

“Figured,” he said, and dove his tongue into your folds. 

Your vision went white. You were grasping at his shoulders, his neck, fisting your hands into his hair and—holy shit. He laved at your clit, sucking softly and listening to the way it made you moan. Then he slid his tongue into you and watched you scream.

“Fuck, baby—!” You thrashed under him, twisting your hands into his locks and tugging—feeling him hum against you in protest. Mumbling an apology, you dragged your fingernails across his scalp, through the crusted leftover of gel product clumped into it. His hair was a mess now, back to its natural form. “T-too…much, babe—please—”

“You’re okay,” he purred, drawing away from you and taking two of his fingers into his mouth. Never breaking eye contact, he slid them out with a pop, and flicked at your clit with his thumb before inching them into you. You clawed at his forearm, digging your fingernails into his skin. “C’mon babe, what’s it gonna take?” he said, grinning dangerously and pumping the digits out of you at a wicked speed. You arched into the motion, throwing your head back into the sheets and feeling tears prick at your eyes. 

“Attagirl,” he muttered. “So eager for me.” He drew tight circles on your clit with his thumb, watching the way it made you twitch, reaching his other hand to grab at your breasts and bully you a little more. You screwed your eyes shut, feeling the tears slip out, slide down your temples and into your hair. “God, are you crying?” he muttered, and his hand stuttered a bit. 

“Don’t…stop,” you groaned. 

“Shit,” he whispered. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of you. 

“Ngh!” you screamed, shoving against his shoulder in anger, “Why did you—!”

But then you felt him slide his cock into you again. 

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, “I can’t take it anymore…I—”

The name left your mouth before you knew what you were saying. 

“Tetsu!” you whined, locking your arms around him and feeling the tension break like a dam. You buried your face into the side of his neck, whimpering, “God, fuck me, Tetsuro, fuck me please!”

A carnal sound ripped from Kuroo’s throat as he gazed down at you, trying to look into your eyes—but yours were watery and desperate, blank of any thoughts that weren’t cock, Tetsuro’s cock. “Oh, Y/N.” He crashed his lips into yours—hard enough that your teeth clicked—and his hips bucked up involuntarily. You were brainless, needing him to keep going, to finally fuck you after all this teasing, all this waiting—

He did. 

Kuroo began pounding his length into you, bullying it in and out of your gummy walls, throwing his head back and growling at how hard you were clenching around him. “Yeah, baby—just like that, fuck! You’re—clamping down on me so fuckin’ hard, sweet fuckin’ girl.”

“Don’t stop, Tetsu, ‘m gonna—”

“Yeah?” he gasped, “You close, baby? Oh, God—”

He wrapped his arms around you, settling onto his bottom and pulling you into his lap—never slowing the relentless rhythm of his length thrusting into you. Looping those strong biceps around you, he bounced you up and down, in time with each of his strokes. You locked your arms around him, clawing lines down the sculpted planes of his back—marks you’d drink in with admiration later. The pressure was building in your lower abdomen, tightening into a sharp, pulsating knot. You were so close, almost there—

“C’mon, baby, cum for me,” he muttered. 

“You…first,” you managed to grit out. Because you needed that first, needed to feel his hot seed bursting into you—needed to make him feel good, “C’mon, Tetsu—please—!” 

“Ah—!” he cried, and God, you felt it. Ropes of it, shooting up into you—and Kuroo wasn’t slowing down. He rocked against you, pumping himself into you, bringing a hand to your clit, desperately trying to make you feel just as high as he did right then. He drew slick, frantic circles against it, whining praise into your ear: “C’mon, pretty girl, that’s it—cum for me—”

It was so much. Way too much. You dug your fingernails into his flesh, feeling the knot in your core explode. You came with a garbled cry of his name, and he keened in response, fucking you through it. 

You bucked against him slowly, riding it out and muttering, “Tetsuro, Tetsuro…” into his skin over and over again. You could feel his length twitch with every involuntary clench of your walls. Cum dribbled down his shaft, pooling sticky and warm in the space between you both. 

Finally, you looked at him. 

Heaving shoulders. Flushed skin. Mingling breath. His eyes were screwed shut and his forehead pressed against yours. And you…you couldn’t stop shaking. You wove trembling fingers into his hair, combing through it. You traced a thumb against his soft, feverish cheek. 

When Kuroo opened his eyes, you thought you might drown in their liquid gold. They swirled with emotion—feelings you couldn’t name but felt regardless, as if they were your own. 

“You’re beautiful,” you breathed. You watched his nose crinkle a bit, before that soft, familiar laugh tumbled out of him. 

“Says you,” he muttered, burying his face against your neck. Embarrassed, you realized, and you grinned. Like he wasn’t inside me just now. 

Time passed. 

Before you knew it you were wearing a fresh set of pyjamas, curled up against Kuroo’s bare chest with his arms locked tightly around you. You both debated whether to order take-out, or put on a movie, or something else. It was all a charade, of course. The two of you would be asleep in minutes.

For now though, as you lay awake, you drank in these quiet moments. Cherishing them, almost clinging to them. Slowness like this was rare in the kind of lives you and Kuroo lived. Yes, you loved the rigor and pace that your work demanded from you—your heart raced at the thought of what lay ahead as the new co-managers of the company. 

But…this quiet was nice, too. Nice enough that you could imagine yourself living a different kind of life: an older, slower one. With room to breathe, to think. To love. 

You gazed at Kuroo, who was laughing at some quip you’d made, his smile bright and easy and weightless. Light from the window danced across his face: the sleepless city, glimmering stark and alert. Here you were, in your quiet bedroom, away from it all. And while, right now, you couldn’t imagine leaving that fast, hypnotic thrill behind, you figured this wouldn’t be so bad, one day. This silence and peace with Kuroo. One day, you thought, nuzzling closer to him and letting your eyes slip closed. 

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Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. - Ch. 33

When you turn sixteen, and your soulmate's name doesn’t appear anywhere on your body that you can find, you figure you had to be the only person on the planet who didn’t have one. Most of the town shuns you, so you stick close to family. Your Aunt Ellen raised you after your parents died in a car crash when you were two, but what happens when the Winchesters return to town and buried secrets begin to come to light?

Pairing: Mechanic Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You

Word Count: 8241

Warnings: Dean being Dean, Fluff (lots), EXPLICIT Sexual Content, Virgin(ish) reader, Loss of Virginity, More Fluff, Premonition. (Pretty sure that's it.)

A/N: This is my non-Supernatural fic I'm attempting. Please let me know what you think, as I always love hearing from my readers.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 33

The night had been blissfully relaxing. Things between you and Dean had never gone further than a steamy make-out session, but that had been enough to leave you breathless and wanting. Dinner had been a success—delicious and satisfying, with enough leftovers to carry you through the next couple of days. Falling asleep in his arms, you’d felt that sense of peace, a smile lingering on your lips as you drifted into dreams.

This morning, however, was all about him. His birthday. The day you’d been secretly preparing for.

Just after five, you slipped quietly out of bed, careful not to disturb him. Closing the bedroom door softly behind you, you padded to the kitchen, your bare feet brushing against the cool floor. You had plans and didn’t want to wake him early. While the coffee pot brewed, the aroma teasing your senses, you began gathering ingredients, a delighted smile adorning your expression.

Since you’d been practicing the bubble technique Pamela had suggested, you’d been able to keep some of your thoughts from him, like what your plans for today were. Everything you needed was already in the kitchen, even if you’d need to do everything by hand instead of using a mixer. 

By six, the cakes were in the oven, and you were on your second cup of coffee, contentedly washing dishes while humming softly to yourself. The bunker was quiet, safe for the gentle rush of water from the sink. You checked the bedroom door occasionally, but Dean was still sleeping soundly. 

With this particular cake recipe, it included a recipe for frosting. So, while the cakes cooked, you tackled that next, blending the ingredients by hand and whisking till it was nice and fluffy. You slid the bowl into the fridge to chill just as the timer went off. Pulling the cakes from the oven, you poked them lightly with a toothpick, nodding in satisfaction. Five more minutes. 

You set up the cooling wracks on the table, maximizing your limited space, and mentally debated blocking the small gap beneath the bedroom door to keep the sweet aromas from reaching him. In the end, you decided against it, figuring since it wasn’t pie, he’d probably sleep through it.

If you had had the stuff for pie, you would have made him pie, but hoped he understood. It wasn’t like you could make a quick trip to the grocery store the night before or even this morning. Not with Pamela’s warning, even with Cole in custody.

By the time the cakes were cooling on the racks, you’d moved on to breakfast: eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. Sadly, there was nothing you could use to make hashbrowns or would have done those too. Still, everything was falling into place. So far, so good. He’s still sleeping. 

The plan was simple—surprise him with breakfast in bed, complete with a steaming cup of coffee. Then, the cake. By then, you hoped your nerves would have settled. A leap of faith.

You weren’t too worried about breakfast dishes right away—they could wait. After making up a plate for each of you, you quickly frosted the cakes, stacking them carefully with a layer of frosting between them. The soft scrape of the spatula against the bowl was almost rhythmic, a small comfort as you smoothed the final layer. 

Balancing both plates and two cups of coffee, you took a steadying breath before heading back to the room. Quietly pushing the door open, you stepped inside, the warm aroma of breakfast trailing with you. A hint of sweetness followed from the cakes, mixing gently with everything else. Even in the dim light, you could make out Dean’s outline on the bed, the steady rise and fall of his chest. For a moment, you paused, watching him, letting the calmness of it all wash over you and steady your nerves. His relaxed form, the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw, the soft sound of his breathing—it anchored you. 

Carefully, you set the plates and cups on the nightstand before sitting next to his sleeping form. The mattress dipped slightly under your weight, and Dean stirred, rolling onto his back. One hand rested over his heart, the other loose at his side.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you looked down at him. Even half-buried in sleep, he looked so at ease, his features softened by the darkness. You reached out, cupping his cheek, the warmth of his skin grounding you further as your thumb gently rubbed over the faint scruff there. “Hey, birthday boy,” you murmured softly, “You gonna sleep the day away?” letting your emotions wrap around him while he slept, gently pulling him from his dreamless slumber.

The corners of his mouth curved into a smile before he even opened his eyes. “Someone’s up early,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep, and your smile deepened at the familiar gravelly tone.

“It’s your birthday. Why wouldn’t I be up early?” you teased lightly, your voice lilting with affection as you reached over to switch on the lamp.

The warm glow illuminated his face just as the rich aroma of the breakfast reached his sleepy senses. Dean inhaled deeply, his eyes flickering to the plates on the nightstand before shifting back to you. His smile widened, slow and content, his expression laced with something that made your heart flutter. 

“You’re amazing, you know that,” he murmured, his voice still rough but filled with warmth. All he could think about was pulling you into his arms and holding you close.

A quiet giggle slipped out when your eyes met his, feeling what he wanted to do. “Breakfast first.” The look in your eyes and the smile on your lips betrayed just how much you wanted to give in to him right then and there, but you had a plan this morning. “Kiss first?” he countered, giving you the best puppy eyes he could, but you didn’t miss the mischievous glint hidden behind the plea. You bit your bottom lip, your heart skipping at the way his gaze lingered on you. “If I kiss you first, breakfast will get cold.”

Dean raised an eyebrow and, even still groggy from sleep, wondered what that might mean. He didn’t push the topic. Although he pouted at you when you refused him even a peck on the cheek, making you laugh softly. As he sat up, you grabbed his cup of coffee, handing it to him once he got himself comfortable against the headboard.

But then, without a word, you quickly got up and left the room, leaving Dean staring after you, puzzled. He sipped his coffee, his brow furrowed slightly. You hadn’t given anything away, and now you’d left him wondering all sorts of things. 

It wasn’t long before you returned,  a tray in your hands and a soft smile on your lips. Dean’s gaze locked onto you and every movement you made, his tiredness forgotten. There was something about you that felt different, and it was making him think things he didn’t want to focus on just yet.

You set the tray gently over his legs, then placed his plate in the center of it, arranging everything with care. “Happy birthday, Dean,” you said, your voice warm, your smile reaching your eyes.

For a moment, all he could do was stare, his breath catching in his chest. The growl of his stomach finally broke the spell, earning a soft laugh from you. He couldn’t help but grin back at you, still at a loss for words. 

You’d cooked for the two of you before, but this felt different, you felt different, it all felt different somehow, and he had no idea what to say. While he was distracted, you left a soft kiss on his cheek, his stubble rough but welcome against your lips. 

He chuckled, his cheeks warming as he looked at you. “That’s cheating, kissing me when I’m not paying attention.”

“All’s fair in love and war,”  you quipped, settling beside him and retrieving your own plate. “I hope you like it. Plus, there’s a surprise for after if you still have room.”

Your focus shifted to your plate, but Dean’s stayed firmly on you. His gaze softened as he took you in—the way a few strands of your hair fell across your face, the slight flush in your cheeks, the way your smile lingered as you picked at your food. You were so damned beautiful it made his heart swell with love. How the hell did I get so damn lucky? “Are you gonna at least taste it, or just stare at me while I eat?” you teased, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes as you took a bite of bacon.

Dean shook his head in amusement, deciding this was, by far, his favorite morning ever with you. “Just admiring the view,” he said smoothly, a smirk tugging at his lips.

When he did finally start eating, the happy groans and moans of satisfaction that he made filled the room, and had your heart speeding up a little at a time. “This is amazing,” he mumbled through a mouthful of food, pulling laughter from you with how adorable he got.

During breakfast, there was laughter, stolen glances, and both of you felt that anticipation for different reasons. There were also no interruptions, letting the two of you memorize how it all felt and enjoy the intimacy of breakfast in bed together. He loved the way your eyes danced with your laughter. And you loved how he looked at you when he thought you didn’t notice.

When he polished off his plate, Dean set the tray on the floor next to the bed. He drained the last of his coffee and set the cup down on the nightstand. “I know it’s my birthday, but you didn’t have to cook,” he told you, his voice soft, but he had savored every bite he’d taken.

You popped the last piece of bacon in your mouth, savoring the crisp, smoky flavor before moving your plate to the nightstand. When your eyes met his, a soft smile curled your lips. “I know. If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t have. Just like when you cook for us,” you pointed out teasingly, your tone light. “Would you like your surprise now?”

Dean leaned back slightly, tapping a finger on his chin in mock contemplation. The playful gesture made a quiet laugh bubble out of you. “What if I just want that kiss now?” he countered, his eyes glinting with mischief. But beneath that, something deeper lingered—a yearning that made your breath catch. “I am supposed to kiss the cook, right?” The smirk that found his lips parted your own as your breath quickened.

It took a beat too long to shake off the pull of his gaze, to force yourself to think clearly. Your thoughts tumbled over themselves as you steadied your voice. “Will you at least look at the surprise I have for you? Then I’ll give you that kiss,” you bargained, hoping he’d be patient just a little bit longer.

Dean couldn’t quite put his finger on the look in your eyes or your emotions as they mixed with his. His green eyes searched yours, unable to formulate the question he wanted to ask you. “Yeah,” he sighed, relenting on pushing you further. He wanted to tell you that all he wanted to do was hold you close, kiss you with everything he felt, but he wasn’t about to push you.

You saw and felt it all—hope, longing, and the faintest threat of worry—frowning only for a moment before you smiled and pecked him quickly on the cheek. “It’ll be worth it, I promise,” you told him quickly, then got out of bed. 

Again, he watched you go, then rubbed a hand through his still-messy hair, trying to figure out what else you could have possibly done in the early morning hours while he’d slept. In the kitchen, your hands trembled as you studied the cake. The word ‘Yes,’ carefully traced in icing, stared back at you, and your stomach twisted in a knot of excitement and fear. After a shaky breath, you grabbed two small plates and forks, then carefully balanced his cake in your hands.

“Close your eyes,” you called from just outside the doorway, standing just out of view.

Dean grumbled lightly but obliged, his lids shutting as he shifted on the bed. “Alright, they’re closed,” he muttered, though the faintest smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. You could feel his anticipation humming through the connection, a low buzz that matched your own, even if they were for different reasons.

First, you peeked your head into the room to make sure, then bit your bottom lip as you slipped inside. The plates clinked softly as you set them on your side of the bed. Then, carefully, you placed the cake on the bed in front of him and settled down across from it, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. “Okay, you can open ‘em,” you said, your voice bright with excitement, though your hands fidgeted in your lap.

He opened one eye first, locking onto you. His other eye followed, slightly confused. A moment later, he looked down, finding the cake. His brow furrowed as he tilted his head, reading the single word scrawled on the cake. It made his mind race with what it could mean. The longer he stayed quiet, the more your smile fell. When his gaze finally lifted back to you, the frown that tugged at your lips made his chest tighten.

“Talk to me,” he said gently, his hand reaching out to cradle your cheek. His thumb brushed over your skin, a grounding touch as he tried to unravel the sadness now bleeding through the bond because you’d been so happy all morning. “What’s wrong?”

Your eyes flicked between his, searching for reassurance. “It’s the answer to the question you asked me, that I never answered,” you admitted, your voice small, too shy to say it out loud. About being your girlfriend, your whispered words drifted through his mind.

Dean’s face softened with joy, his thumb brushing over your cheek before his hands cupped your face gently. Without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed you, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that made your heart skip. You tilted your head just a bit so you could be just that much closer, reminding yourself that the cake was still between the two of you. Dean had had plenty of birthdays, but this was definitely at the top of the list as his favorite.

The kiss deepened slowly, a dance of lips that was all warmth and affection. With careful hands, you moved the plates and the cake to your side of the bed. Without breaking the tender rhythm of the kiss, you moved closer, now on your knees in front of him, as close as you could get with how he was sitting. But that didn’t stop Dean. He let his hands find your waist, gently pulling you to straddle his lap.

There was no rush as he held you close, enjoying the warmth of your embrace, the softness of your lips, and the love that wrapped his soul in a blanket. His heart was pounding, but he wouldn’t push anything this morning. He never did. Even if all he got to do was hold you like this, he’d consider this the best birthday ever.

Instead of wrapping your arms around the back of his neck like you typically would, you slipped them beneath his arms, around his back. The anxiety tightened a little around your chest, but you focused on Dean, on the love he had for you, and his hope for the future.

With your eyes closed, you let your hands explore him, like they had done several times before, but this time, your touch was a bit more intimate. He tried not to get lost in how your hands felt, even over his shirt, but a quiet groan slipped past his lips, consumed in the kiss. Gingerly, you slid your hands down his sides, feeling how his muscles flexed under your touch. It made you smile against his lips before you took that leap of faith, finding the hem of his shirt.

The moment your fingers touched his skin, he took a sharp inhale. He’d only been holding you, not wanting to push you that morning, truly being grateful for what you’d already done. However, the way your fingers teased his flesh sent warmth through his body, making his heart quicken. Dean didn’t pull away, though, deciding to go only as far as you’d let him, slowly allowing his hands to slip along your back, then take a moment and rest on your hips. 

You never pulled away, even when he slid his hands under your shirt over your thighs, finding your hips again. This time, though, he let his thumb brush against your skin just above the waistband of your sleep shorts. The sensation made your skin tingle and your body warm. A leap of faith, you mentally reminded yourself but didn’t share it with Dean.

There was no rush for either of you. Sure, the two of you had made out a few times, but both your hands always stayed above clothes. The one time Dean had attempted to, you’d stopped him, so he never pushed again, respecting your boundary. Right now, though, feeling your soft hands tentatively exploring his muscles was more than he thought he could take. It was when you slowly tried to take his shirt off that he gently stopped you, placing his hands on your arms. “Sweetheart, if you do that, I’m gonna have to take care of myself, or it’ll be painful,” he told you softly, his breathing a little heavier, knowing how difficult it would be just to pull away. Then there was how his body responded to you when he would attempt to control it.

You did understand what he meant. He had explained it before to you. Instead of saying anything right away, you reached up and cupped his cheek, a soft smile on your lips. “Dean, I want to be with you. I’m your birthday present.”

For a moment, all he could do was look at you, somewhat puzzled. He didn’t want to assume anything, even with feeling your emotions through the connection. Yeah, he could tell you were nervous, but he’d also completely forgotten about the cake too.

Seeing and feeling his confusion, you chuckled a little, then gently moved his head so he could look at the cake on your side of the bed. “You did still want me to be your girlfriend, right?” you asked softly as he read those three letters on the top of his cake before looking at you again.

“Well, yes,” he replied, still slightly confused.

“I’m your birthday present,” you repeated just as softly as before. “All of me. I want to be with you, mind, soul, and body.”

Dean tried so hard to contain the rush of emotions—excitement, desire, love, passion—but you felt all of them like a tidal wave through the connection. He set his hand over yours, then kissed your palm as you took a shaky breath. It almost felt hard to breathe as you looked into his eyes.

“Then I’m going to unwrap you slowly and enjoy every inch of you,” he whispered, sending goosebumps down your entire body. The thought alone made his cock twitch in his sweatpants.

He helped you off his lap, so you sat on the bed near where he was. You watched him as he got up and moved all the foodstuff to the top of the dresser. His movements had a purpose, and you couldn’t help but watch how his muscles flexed with each of them. The moment he turned and looked over at you, his breath caught in his chest.

The innocence in your eyes mixed with so many other emotions that swirled through the connection had his heart pounding and his breathing shallow. God, you’re so beautiful. His whispered thought brought a light blush to your cheeks as you ducked your head a little. Dean could tell you were nervous, but he could also tell that you really did want this.

Before he returned to the bed, sitting in front of you, he had removed his shirt. So, when you looked back up at him, your lips parted at the sight, unable to stop your tongue from wetting them. You’d never seen him without a shirt before, and it took your breath away. The movement caught his attention for a moment before his gaze returned to yours.

A soft smile found his lips as he reached down to the hem of your shirt, his eyes never leaving yours, slowly sliding it up, his fingers teasing your skin in feather-light touches along the way. A quiet chuckle made him smile when you shivered, seeing the goosebumps dance along your skin from his touch. 

Dean had played out plenty of fantasies in his mind, especially since the day he had found you on the bathroom floor, naked. The moment froze when he tossed your shirt somewhere on the floor, and your hands rested on his chest. 

You could feel his heart beating as quickly as yours. His breathing was both shallow but a little faster. Every time that fear and anxiety tried to wrap around your chest, you focused on him and the emotions he was feeling that danced with yours. Just as his hands traveled slowly down your arms, his lips found yours again in another tender kiss. He inhaled deeply through his nose the moment your hands began exploring him again, and it took everything in him not to just devour you. With one hand on the middle of your back, he gently laid you back, onto the mattress with him half lying over you, half next to you. 

The way his skin felt against yours was comforting in a way you needed, warm and reassuring. It was the way he touched you that took your breath away. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he was going to unwrap you slowly and enjoy every inch of you. Everywhere his hands explored left your skin tingling and your body wanting. This was far more intense than any makeout session the two of you had had.

His lips eventually left yours, trailing kisses down your jawline, then your neck. You’re so beautiful, his whispered words soothed you further, the fear slipping further away as hope began taking its place within you. Dean found a spot on your neck that made your back arch slightly off the bed, pushing your chest against his as you held onto him. I’m going to find all those spots.

When the quiet moan slipped past your lips, he sucked gently on that spot, your nails digging slightly into his back. He couldn’t help but smirk against your skin, knowing there’d be a mark where his lips were. Then he slowly trailed kisses across your collarbone and shoulder, letting you catch your breath for a moment while his hand rested on your hip. 

Fantasies were nothing in comparison to the feeling of his lips, breath, and hands on your skin. The further down his lips went, the warmer your body got as you felt your walls flutter the moment his tongue found your nipple. You gasped, not quite prepared for how different the sensation would be from when you would please yourself. Breathe, Sweetheart. I’ve got you. Again, his whispered thought helped you take a shaky breath and focus only on him and the moment.

Dean shifted his body so that he was more over you, propping himself up on his elbows before he gently took a breast in each hand. He wasn’t rough. This was your first time, and he wanted you to enjoy it just as much as he was enjoying you. When you tried to keep quiet out of embarrassment, his whispered words were comforting you again. It’s okay to be loud. It’s just us. I love those sounds you make.

He swirled his tongue around your nipple, your nails gently raking across his back, and this time, didn’t stifle the moan. It felt better not to try to be quiet, almost like it allowed you to enjoy the pleasure more. Dean groaned happily, hearing your moan, feeling your nails on his skin and the way your body pressed against his. 

After he felt he’d given one side plenty of attention, he kissed his way to your other breast, teasing that nipple how he had the other. He used his thumb and forefinger on the nub he had already teased with his tongue, relishing in the sounds that you made. 

It almost felt like it was too much but also like it wasn’t enough. You could feel his hardening length against your thigh, since he was lying over one of your legs. Instinctively, your hips moved against him as your walls clenched around nothing, and that coil within you began tightening. 

“Dean…” you moaned semi-quietly, begging for something you weren’t entirely sure of but knew you needed, wanted.

He looked up at you, releasing your nipple from his warm mouth, letting his hand continue to tease you. The way your emotions danced with his made everything that much more intense for him. He’d been with women over the years, but this was something he knew he’d never get tired of—feeling your desire mix with his.

Dean reluctantly slid his hands down your sides, his lips leaving a trail of fire down your abdomen as you again attempted to catch your breath. He slowed down a little more when he reached the hem of your sleep shorts, his fingers teasing just under the waistband as he looked up at you. May I? 

You looked down at him, then bit your bottom lip at the sight. The love and desire he felt for you was evident in the way he was looking at you. You took a shaky breath as he rested his chin gently against the area just above your mound, bringing a small smile to your lips. I love you, your whispered thought brought a smile to his lips that matched your own. You knew he wouldn’t go any further unless you let him know it was okay. Yes.

He licked his lips, pulling his bottom one between his teeth for a moment as he steadied himself. His cock was already hard, twitching with nearly every sound that you made. However, you were his present, and he was going to do exactly what he’d stated earlier. With tentative hands, he began removing your sleep shorts, groaning at the fact that you weren’t wearing underwear.

Again, he shifted as he removed your sleep shorts, letting his hands explore your body as he did so. He made a mental note of places that made your breath hitch, and once your shorts were off, he explored those with his mouth. You knew you were going to have hickeys in several places, but the thought made you smile as he mapped every inch of your body.

Before he went further, he rocked back on his knees near the foot of the bed and looked down at you, taking in your beauty. Then, mentally thanking his mother for packing the condoms in his bag she had all those months ago. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back,” he told you softly before heading out of the room.

Your brows knitted together in slight confusion as to why he’d need to leave. The thought of protection hadn’t even crossed your mind until he returned with the box in hand. You instantly felt bad for not even considering that part, which had him lying next to you the moment he set the box down on the nightstand.

He pulled you close, then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “None of that. My mom packed those when we first came down here. She had really high hopes back then,” he chuckled softly, kissing your forehead. “You’re amazing, and you don’t need to feel bad for not thinking of everything.”

Let me love you, his whispered words drifted through your mind as his lips met yours, tenderly helping calm the storm that threatened to take hold. You allowed his emotions to wrap around you like a warm blanket, but the moment you felt his hand slipping between your legs, it was like an explosion of colors in your mind.

Dean moved slowly, lovingly, intimately, paying attention to how your body responded to his touch. The sounds that left your lips as his finger gently teased your clit were music to his ears and gasoline on the fire in his body. He gently pushed your thighs apart to give him more access as his lips trailed down your body again. As he moved lower, your fingers tangled in his hair, your nails gently scraping against his scalp. He nipped your skin near your hip lovingly, your body seeking his touch as he continued down and along your inner thigh. With this being your first time, he wanted you to be comfortable, so he was going to stick to simple things. The two of you could explore other things another time.

He positioned himself between your legs, gently spreading your thighs a little further apart as he watched the expressions on your face. At first, he licked his tongue along your folds, then over your clit, your grip tightening in his hair as a more guttural moan left your lips. My god, you’re delicious, his whispered words teased your mind as your walls clenched around nothing.

“Dean… please…” you moaned, needing more with the raging inferno he’d lit within you. 

His happiness pulsed through the connection, mixing with his desire took your breath away almost as much as what he was physically doing to your body. The moment he wrapped his lips around your clit and gently sucked it into his mouth, there was no keeping quiet in any way. Your eyes were closed, but his were on you, watching the way you responded to everything he did.

He made light, gentle movements over your clit. Then, he would swirl his tongue in a figure eight. Dean also noticed one spot on the side of your clit that if he added just a little extra pressure and moved his tongue in an almost lapping motion, you quickly became a squirming, moaning, whimpering mess. With his right arm, he put it over your thigh, then snaked his hand up to find your nipple, tweaking it just the right way. He allowed your pleasure to guide his movements as it danced with his own while he watched you come undone.

You were close, so close that it was driving you almost crazy. Dean… Please… So close… It was like you couldn’t make words anymore, but your thoughts drifted through his mind. He doubled his efforts with his mouth as he slid two fingers deep inside you as that coil snapped instantly, his fingers barely brushing against that spot deep inside.

When you screamed his name and your walls spasmed around his fingers, he moaned deeply against your clit, wanting to feel that around his cock. But he would wait and ride you through the waves of pleasure as they coursed through your body. As you began to come down, he slowed his movements, taking care to be gentle with you, but god, he wanted to be inside you. You were breathing heavily as your grip in his hair slowly loosened, and your hand fell to rest on your thigh. When you felt him rest his chin on your abdomen again, you looked down at him.

There was desire in his eyes, but the love there was what made you want to cry. In an instant, he was back beside you, just holding you close as you fought back tears. “Shhh… It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered, cradling your head against his chest as you curled against him. “I’m sor-,” you almost apologized, then sniffled a little. “I never thought I’d have this,” you whispered.

Dean held you for a few moments, soothing the overwhelming emotions that coursed through you. He was just thankful that the fear you typically battled wasn’t among them. When you slowly pulled back to look up at him, he smiled when he saw that you were smiling up at him.

You reached up and gently pulled his face closer to yours, closing your eyes before kissing him. It was just as tender and intimate as the kiss that started this. I still want this with you, your whispered thought danced through his mind as his hands began exploring you again, soothing the tension that had found your muscles.

This time, though, your hand moved down his side, and, without warning, slipped past the waistband of his sweatpants. He moaned into your mouth when your hand brushed against his cock. Even with your inexperience, your hand felt amazing wrapped around his shaft. Dean bucked his hips gently, urging you to move your hand, so you did. 

As you awkwardly attempted to touch and please him, he expertly teased you. Although, you moved your leg so he had better access as he slid two fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. Please, I want to be inside you, he mentally pleaded when he couldn’t take it anymore and felt how close you were again.

You pulled away from his lips as your hand stilled, making his cock twitch. You didn’t even need to ask him to be gentle or go slow. It was in his eyes and his emotions, soothing any worry or doubt that tried to creep up. For a moment, you bit your bottom lip, trying to hide a smile, but he hooked his fingers inside of you and pressed on that spot that arched your back and pulled a deep moan out of you.

Dean leaned closer, “I can hit that spot with more than just my fingers,” he whispered before nibbling on your earlobe, making you groan at the mere thought. 

“Tease,” you mumbled playfully, making him smile wide.

He teased that spot a bit more, loving the way you squirmed and tried to pull him closer. This was something he knew he’d never get tired of seeing. With one last tease along your neck, he finally removed his fingers before he slipped off the bed. You watched him as you rubbed your thighs together and turned to where he stood. When he slipped his sweatpants off, your lips parted slightly at the sight of him, unable to keep from licking your lips. Dean chuckled, wondering briefly if you’d be up for learning how to suck cock, but pushed the thought away. Today, you were his present, and he was going to enjoy you as much as you’d let him.

He grabbed a condom out of the box, expertly opened it, and then rolled it over the head of his cock and then down his shaft. You made a mental note of how he had done that, wondering if you could perhaps have him show you so you could put one on him another time. But that thought didn’t last long before he was lying over you again. You hadn’t even realized that you had spread your legs instinctually so he could nestle himself between them.

Dean propped himself up on his elbows as he kissed you tenderly, his cock pressing against your folds, the tip against your clit. He slowly rocked his hips, teasing the both of you further. “I’ll go slow,” he whispered softly against your lips, kissing you tenderly. 

Technically, you weren’t a virgin, having broken your own hymen with your fingers years ago. You’d just never been with anyone, and the last thing he wanted to do was accidentally hurt you. He wanted you to enjoy this as much as he was, more if possible. With one hand, he reached down between your bodies, lining the head up with your entrance.

When he pulled back from your lips, he looked into your eyes, searching again for any hint of hesitation or fear, but found none. It was just that nervousness of inexperience. Slowly, he slid the tip inside, leaning his head in the crook of your neck. You weren’t tight, not like a true virgin would be, not painfully tight.

You felt like a warm, welcoming hug. Dean had to take a moment so he didn’t just bury himself deep inside you in one swift motion. God, you feel so damn good, his words weren’t so much a whisper in your mind. You took a shaky breath, wanting to feel him deeper. Slowly, you slid your hands down his sides to his hips, pulling him closer to you. You both groaned the further inside you he slid. He was far larger than any toy you had used, but god, did he feel amazing. 

“I’m okay,” you whispered, just holding him close. His face still nuzzled in the crook of your neck as your walls fluttered around his cock, getting used to the feeling of him inside you. Dean was utterly thankful for the condom, as it took away some of the feelings, or he swore he would have come the moment he had bottomed out.

When he caught his breath, he looked down at you, love and adoration mirrored in each other eyes before his lips met yours in another tender, loving kiss. Then, he began moving, slowly, letting you get used to the feeling. He swallowed your moans and whimpers, relishing in the feeling of your body pressing against his whenever your back arched off the bed.

The coil was still wound tight and only got worse with each thrust. Dean gripped your hip gently, encouraging you to move your hips like you had when you straddled his lap in the past. When you did, it pushed him just that much deeper, and he hit that spot in just the right way, making you gasp.

He sped up, just enough to heighten the pleasure, and he had to pull away from your lips just to be able to take a deep breath. Your walls clenching and unclenching around his cock was the most intense feeling he’d felt. Then there were the sounds coming out of your delicious mouth, utterly erotic and like music he wanted to play on repeat.

So… close…, your thought played through his mind as if you had moaned it out loud, making him nearly come in that instant. Dean leaned back, both his hands on your hips, and angled them up a bit more. You rolled them against him with every thrust, and after three strokes, you were screaming his name as colors exploded behind your lids.

Dean could barely keep a rhythm when your walls began fluttering around his cock, milking him. There was no holding back as he spilled his seed into the condom while he tried to help you ride out the waves of your orgasm. He partially collapsed on you but held up most of his weight.

The two of you were breathing heavily, hearts pounding, but neither of you wanted to move away from the other. So, you wrapped your arms around him and just held him close for now. Time stilled as you focused on him and the connection between the two of you. Love wasn’t a strong enough word for what wrapped around both your souls.

“I hate to do it, Sweetheart, but I have to take the condom off,” he half mumbled, half grumbled, and wondered how you would feel about possibly getting on birth control. He wanted to feel you.

You giggled, then kissed him on the cheek just as he managed to make his body move so he could look down at you. “It’s okay, and I don’t mind getting on birth control.” Dean’s eyes went wide, then his brow knitted itself together, the need to remove the condom forgotten for a moment. “Did you just…” he practically whispered as more half-thought questions raced through his head.

“Throw the condom away and come back to bed,” you replied with a slightly giddy smile.

He huffed a little, gave you a quick kiss, then slipped out of you, both of you already missing the feeling of being connected like that. You watched him, happier than you had felt in your entire life. His confusion, curiosity, and intrigue all danced through the connection, but it was his half-questions in your mind that made you giddy. 

You’re adorable.

The moment those words danced through Dean’s mind, he came back into the bedroom, the condom discarded. They hadn’t been whispered. It had been as if you’d spoken them out loud. “That’s new,” he chuckled, sliding into the bed beside you.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to practice that bubble thing Pamela told me about more. You might want to practice it too, or you’ll never be able to keep a secret from me,” you replied as a smirk found your lips.

A devilish smirk found his lips as mischief danced in his eyes. “Perhaps I will. But for now, I think you seeing and hearing what goes on in my head might just be okay,” he replied in a low, seductively teasing tone before his lips found yours again.

You giggled as you returned the kiss, your arm snaking over his shoulder and into his hair. The playful moment stretched for the two of you, just enjoying being this close. When he did pull away, he was still smirking.

“Since you’re my birthday present, I think I’m going to spend the entire day enjoying you,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing. Your eyes widened, but the flush that bloomed across your skin betrayed the thrill his words sparked. By now, the cake was long forgotten, at least for now.

The two of you spent most of the day tangled in each other, the world outside your door fading into irrelevance. Dean took full advantage of you being his birthday present, though he was never anything but loving and attentive. When the two of you weren’t in bed, you were wrapped in one of his shirts, the fabric soft against your skin, while he roamed around in boxers. It was the most relaxed the two of you had been around each other since you’d met so many months ago.

He would playfully tease you, being far bolder now that your fear was gone. So, you would do the same, and he relished in it. The way you threw his words back at him with playful smirks and quick comebacks only made him grin wider. Or, when you’d sneak up on him and rake your nails over his bare skin, sending a tantalizing shiver down his spine. 

Dean took time and taught you things you didn’t fully understand due to never having experienced them, and you listened with rapped attention. It was a little easier now, though, since you could see images or things that played out in his mind, and he could do the same with you when you shared them with him.

Dean eventually got around to his cake, but he wouldn’t let you get a slice on your plate. Instead, he fed you bites from his as the two of you sat on the couch that evening. Some movie was playing in the background, but your attention was on him, and his was on you. There were a few days he had wished would last forever or that he could relive over and over again. However, today took the top spot, and he knew he’d never forget it.

He made love to you that night, tenderly, using the bubble technique so that your desire didn’t push his over the edge. Hell, he had enough trouble trying to control his own. Adding yours to the mix made him feel like a damned teenager going through puberty when he had no control over his cock at all. 

Afterward when you had curled against his chest as the two of you laid on your sides, you kissed just above his heart. You knew that fear was an emotion you could never get rid of. Some fear was healthy, but you’d never be afraid like you had been before. Afraid to love. Afraid to hope. Afraid to let go. Dean had taught you how to do all those things, just by being himself and loving you.

Drifting off to sleep, you briefly wondered why Pamela had told you and Dean to stay in the bunker for three days following his birthday. If Cole was in custody by the PP&P, what did the two of you have to worry about? What else had Pamela seen that she didn’t say? Dean pulled you just a little closer, tightening his arm around you. 

“Relax. We’re safe down here. Get some sleep,” he murmured sleepily.

It was dark. The air felt heavy, the kind of weight that pressed against your chest and made it hard to breathe. You blinked, trying to orient yourself. The first thing you noticed was the faint rumble of an engine beneath you, steady and low. It felt disorienting, like you weren’t really there, just watching. You were in the front seat of some sort of truck, though everything around you seemed oddly muted, like watching a grainy old film. You furrowed your brow, confusion creeping in as you took in your surroundings. There were two men in the front seat, one on either side of you, both decked out in tactical gear. Even with the dim light of the dash, you couldn’t make out their features, like they were cloaked in shadow. It was an odd feeling, like you were only half there, observing another place entirely.  Turning, you noticed a small window with bars on it and a glass window covering them. Slowly, you leaned closer, peering inside, nearly gasping when your eyes landed on the figure in the back. Something in the back of your mind told you it was Cole, even if you couldn’t make out his features in the darkness. He was sitting halfway down the bench seat along the driver's side, leaning against the wall. His head was tilted forward slightly, like he was contemplating his fate. It was hard to make out details, but you could see that he was cuffed. Then, somehow, you were back there, sitting opposite him. Further details came into focus. His wrists were bound with heavy cuffs, the chains attached to his ankles rattling faintly as he shifted. One chain was bolted to the floor, anchoring him in place, while the other tethered his wrists and ankles together, the cuffs there just as heavy as the ones on his wrists. The restraints looked brutal, as though designed to break any illusion of freedom. Light began filtering in through the window in the back doors of the vehicle. You still weren’t sure what kind it was. So, you stood up, going to the glass windows to see what you could. Nothing seemed to be in sharp focus, not like things had when Missouri had looked through your memories, and it was clear to you this wasn’t a dream because you were more of a spectator instead of being a part of it. Just as you looked out the window, the scene changed, and you were outside, on the side of the road. The air was crisp, biting against your skin. The large truck you had been in was on its side, smoke coming from the engine, but it didn’t look very damaged. There was another vehicle parked near the back of it, its headlights cutting through the darkness. You didn’t see the two men who had been in the front of the truck, so you moved to go look in the back. That was when things came into focus: the vehicle parked nearby, the figure in the back that was standing over the shackled man. A moment from the courtroom flashed in front of you of the same man who was now standing over the shackled man. You’d seen him there, sitting on the side for the Vaughts.  You didn’t know his name, just his face. He had been the only dark-skinned man in the courtroom that day. He loomed over Cole, his posture brimming with purpose. The man then looked through the glass to the cab, moving quickly from the back of the truck and to the passenger side door since that was the only one accessible.  Then, there were red and blue flashing lights in the distance. You heard the man cuss under his breath before getting in his car and driving away quickly, the license plate in sharp definition: TRI 208 with Michigan plates. 

Slowly, your eyes opened, the darkness of your room coming into focus. Dean’s steady breathing, warm body, and gentle embrace kept you grounded as you took slow, deep breaths. “It’s not over,” you whispered, more to yourself. 

----------------------------------------- Chapter 34 - Will be up as soon as I have it written. Thanks for being patient everyone.

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Mitsuhide Akechi Sequel

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

This is a full translation of Chapter 3, Part 2. Spoilers ahead.

Keiji: "Hey, Mai, Ranmaru!"

We bumped into Keiji, who was, for some reason, carrying a sack of rice on his shoulder.

Mai: "Keiji, perfect timing! Actually—"

Keiji: "You guys are the ones who showed up at the right time! Come with me for a bit."

Ranmaru: "Lord Keiji, we don't have time for this—hey, stop pulling me!"

Keiji: "Just come along. I'll listen to whatever you have to say while I'm making rice balls."

Masamune: "That's a hundred done. Take them."

(Rice balls?)

-----------------

Masamune's retainers: "Yes, sir!"

Ranmaru: "What's with this huge pile of rice balls!?"

Masamune: "It's for relief efforts. Even though the fire was put out, many people in the castle town lost their homes."

Masamune: "People can't do anything on an empty stomach."

Ranmaru: "I guess that's true."

Keiji: "Masamune, should I at least rinse the extra rice for now?"

Masamune: "Yeah, I’ll leave it to you."

Mai: "Keiji, you're also good at cooking?"

Keiji: "I'm just mimicking Masamune, but I don't mind doing this kind of stuff."

Keiji: "It's fun, like a festival."

His smile, like fireworks lighting up the night, lifted my spirits.

(It's amazing how he finds happiness in any situation.)

(I should follow his example. Dwelling on things will only wear me out.)

Masamune: "If you're free, you two should lend a hand."

Mai: "Sure."

Mai: "But while we're cooking, there's something I'd like to talk about."

Masamune: "What is it?"

Masamune: "Signs of rebellion in neighboring territories? Well, that's not surprising."

Even as I explained, neither Masamune nor Keiji showed any sign of alarm and continued to make rice balls.

Keiji: "That intel just came my way a little while ago."

Keiji: "I've already informed Lord Nobunaga."

Mai: "I see, that's good to hear."

Keiji: "Apparently, the rebels have no connection to Kicho or Motonari."

Masamune: "They're probably trying to take advantage of the chaos of the attack on Azuchi Castle to make a name for themselves."

Keiji: "Yeah."

Keiji: "It's not just the daimyo. Bandits and Ronin have gathered and started calling themselves rebel armies."

(The situation is more serious than I heard in town.)

Ranmaru: "If you already knew that much, we didn't have to rush back."

Keiji: "No, I'm glad you told me about the situation in town."

Keiji: "Now I know the information about the rebel armies is spreading faster than I thought."

Masamune: "This is getting fishy."

Keiji: "Yeah."

Ranmaru: "Fishy?"

Ranmaru: "You mean there's a possibility that Kicho and Motonari are involved in the rise of these rebel armies after all?"

(Huh?)

Keiji: "As expected from Lord Nobunaga's favorite page! You're not just a pretty face."

Ranmaru: "Of course! Being cute, cool, and smart is my charm, after all."

Keiji and Ranmaru spoke in their usual cheerful voices, but the eerie feeling that followed the attack began to take shape, weighing heavily on my heart.

Masamune: "Mai, open your mouth."

Mai: "Huh? Ah!"

He suddenly tossed a pickled turnip into my mouth.

When I instinctively bit into it, a sweet and sour taste spread across my tongue.

Masamune: "Is it good?"

Mai: "Yeah, it's delicious."

Masamune: "Looks like you haven't eaten much since this morning."

Mai: "Now that you mention it, I've been so busy, I forgot."

(I didn't even realize I looked pale.)

Masamune: "Let's take a break and eat."

Ranmaru: "I'm starving."

Keiji: "Alright, time to eat!"

We gathered in the corner of the kitchen and sat down around the table together.

(Eating is really important.)

As I was realizing this, Masamune suddenly peered at my face.

Masamune: "Where's Mitsuhide?"

Keiji: "Now that you mention it, we haven't seen him around these past few days."

Mai: "He's probably out gathering information. I don't know exactly where he is, though."

Ranmaru: "If you don't know where he is, then no one does."

(I haven't seen him since we returned to Azuchi.)

(Maybe he's investigating the rebel armies.)

Mai: "Thank you for the meal. I'll clean up the dishes."

As I carried the dishes and stood by the sink,

Masamune: "Huh? Mai, where are you?"

(Huh?)

Keiji: "You're right, she's not here."

Ranmaru: "Lady Mai?"

Mai: "Um, I'm right here."

Ranmaru: "Huh? You're right next to us, but why didn't we notice?"

Masamune: "Did you just vanish for a moment?"

Mai: "No, I'm not a ninja!"

Keiji: "Right. Even ninjas can't pull that off."

Keiji: "The only ones who could vanish and reappear like that are ghosts."

(Ghosts...)

His casual words stirred something uneasy in my heart.

Ranmaru: "Maybe the light outside was too bright?"

Keiji: "Yeah, probably. I should eat more and build up my strength."

Masamune: "............"

(Everyone's been so busy lately. They must be getting exhausted. It's probably nothing to worry about.)

I told myself that at the time. But...

The next time that happened was while I was standing in the hallway of Azuchi Castle, talking to Ieyasu and Mitsunari.

Mai: "We should have enough medicine to distribute tomorrow, but could I ask for more to be delivered the day after?"

Mitsunari: "Okay. Huh?"

Ieyasu: "Eh? Mai?"

Mai: "Yeah, what is it?"

Mitsunari: "Lady Mai?"

(Why are they both looking around like that?)

Mai: "Ieyasu, Mitsunari?"

Ieyasu & Mitsunari: "!"

Ieyasu: "Where were you just now?"

Mai: "What do you mean where? I've been standing here the whole time."

Mitsunari: "Really? I could have sworn I lost sight of you. I must've blacked out."

Ieyasu: "I can see Mitsunari zoning out, but I lost track of you for a second too, Mai."

Mai: "I see."

(This is like what happened in the kitchen earlier.)

Mai: "Maybe it's just eye strain? You two have been looking super busy lately."

Mitsunari: "That could be it. Sorry for worrying you."

Ieyasu: "..........."

The next time it happened was when I visited Hideyoshi's mansion.

Mai: "Excuse me, I brought the kimono you asked."

Hideyoshi: "............"

(Huh? Did he not hear me? Was my voice too quiet? It's rare to see him smoking his pipe like this.)

Mai: "Hideyoshi?"

Hideyoshi: "............"

(He seems really focused. I'll just leave the package with one of his retainers and head out so I don't disturb him.)

I was about to close the sliding door when...

(What if he really couldn't see me?)

A sense of unease crept over me, and I moved around to face him.

Mai: "Um, Hideyoshi!"

Hideyoshi: "............"

(It's like he really can't see me. He can't hear me either.)

My heart tightened.

Mai: "Hideyoshi!"

Hideyoshi: "Mai!? When did you—"

Hideyoshi, with wide eyes, quickly dropped the ash from his pipe.

Finally, our gazes met, and I felt all the tension leave my body.

(Thank goodness.)

Mai: "Sorry for interrupting while you were working. I called out to you several times."

Hideyoshi: "I'm the one who should apologize. I can't believe I didn't hear your voice."

Hideyoshi: "No, it's not that I didn't hear you."

Hideyoshi: "I really must be losing it."

Mai: "How did I look to you just now?"

Hideyoshi: "This might sound strange, but it felt like you suddenly appeared in front of me."

Hideyoshi: "Out of nowhere."

(Out of nowhere...?)

Hideyoshi: "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have made you feel uncomfortable."

Mai: "It's not your fault, Hideyoshi."

Hideyoshi: "Huh?"

Mai: "Actually, this isn't the first time something like this has happened."

Hideyoshi: "It's not the first time?"

(I should probably tell him.)

(It's better to tell him now rather than risk causing more worry if it happens again.)

I opened up to him about everything that had happened so far.

Besides what happened in the kitchen and the castle hallway, there were several times when my fellow seamstresses couldn't find me even though I was right in front of them.

Hideyoshi: "It doesn't seem like it can be easily dismissed as a mistake."

Hideyoshi: "What does Mitsuhide say about this?"

(That's...)

Mai: "He's been so busy lately that I haven't had a chance to talk to him about it yet."

Hideyoshi: "At a time like this, I can't believe that guy is still...!"

Mai: "It's fine. I understand it's a difficult time for both Mitsuhide and the Oda army."

(Actually, it's probably better that I haven't seen him lately.)

(If I had,I wouldn't be able to stop myself from consulting him.)

I didn't want him to hold back from going on his missions for my sake.

I wanted Mitsuhide to live as he pleased.

Hideyoshi: "I'll ask Kyubei to pass the message to Mitsuhide."

Mai: "But..."

Hideyoshi: "If he's the kind of man who would leave you anxious and alone, then I'll kick him out of Azuchi for good."

Hideyoshi softened his gaze after saying that with a stern expression.

Hideyoshi: "He won't listen to me no matter how much I nag him, but if it's for you, he'll come back."

Hideyoshi: "I'll report this to Lord Nobunaga as well, so don't try to handle this on your own."

Mai: "Thank you."

Nobunaga: "So, something strange has happened to Mai?"

Hideyoshi: "Yes."

I bowed deeply before Nobunaga.

Mai: "Thank you so much for taking the time to listen."

The rumors I had heard in town turned out to be true, with small rebel factions springing up around Azuchi.

For now, they had only issued statements, but we couldn't predict when a military clash might occur.

(I don't want to worry everyone at a time like this.)

No matter how much I held back, I knew they wouldn't leave me to face it alone.

The warlords of the Oda army are kind-hearted people like that.

(I'll just honestly accept their help.)

Nobunaga: "Hideyoshi, you too witnessed Mai disappearing?"

Hideyoshi: "Yes. Yesterday, at my mansion."

Hideyoshi: "!"

Nobunaga: "..........."

Mai: "Hideyoshi? Nobunaga?"

(Don't tell me it's happening again?)

A cold shiver ran through me, draining the warmth from my fingertips.

Mai: "I'm here! Can you see me? Can you hear my voice?"

I spoke, trembling, but neither Nobunaga nor Hideyoshi responded, both wearing tense expressions as they looked around, unable to meet my gaze.

(They can't see and hear me.)

Driven by fear, I stood up and rushed toward them.

Mai: "I'm here!"

I shouted, reaching out toward Nobunaga, but in the next instant—

(!?)

My fingers slipped past his broad shoulders, and I lost my balance, collapsing onto the tatami.

Mai: "Ugh..."

Nobunaga: "Mai?"

Hideyoshi: "Are you okay!? How did you end up behind Lord Nobunaga?"

As they helped me up, the tremors wouldn't stop.

Mai: "It's not that I walked behind him. It's more like I passed right through him."

Hideyoshi: "Passed right through?"

Nobunaga: "Mai."

Mai: "Yes?"

Nobunaga: "If something like this happens again, report it immediately."

I hesitated to respond, and Nobunaga, seemingly aware of my reluctance, continued.

Nobunaga: "Your safety is the safety of the Oda army. Do you understand?"

Mai: "Yes. Thank you."

Hideyoshi: "Mai, you've got us on your side."

Their gazes warmed me, and I barely managed to nod, desperately holding back tears.

As soon as I returned to my room, I immediately grabbed the Travel Guide.

(It was after returning to Azuchi that I started becoming invisible to those around me.)

(And the strange happenings with the travel guide started around the same time. Maybe there's a connection?)

(If that's the case...)

The face of my only modern friend flashed in my mind, sending a chill down my spine.

(What if something's happening to Sasuke too? I have to tell him quickly!)

A few days after sending a letter to Echigo, I found myself lost in thought.

Suddenly, a knock came from the attic. Startled, I looked up, and the hatch swung open.

Sasuke: "Mai, good evening."

Mai: "Sasuke!?"

Sasuke landed gracefully, lowering his mask.

Sasuke: "I came."

Mai: "You came!"

Sasuke: "I wanted to talk directly instead of replying. Sorry for the sudden visit."

Mai: "It's okay, thank you for coming!"

Mai: "So, has anything strange happened? You came from the future like me, so I was really worried!"

Sasuke: "I'm fine. Nothing unusual has happened to me."

Mai: "I'm glad to hear that."

Sasuke: "About the other strange thing you mentioned in the letter..."

Sasuke: "Can I see the Travel Guide?"

Mai: "Sure, here you go."

His expression hardened as he looked down at the blank pages.

Sasuke: "............"

Mai: "Did you figure something out?"

Sasuke: "No, not exactly."

His words came out strangely hesitant.

(Is he hesitating to talk?)

Just as I sensed that, the sliding door opened.

Mitsuhide: "Let me hear that story as well."

Sasuke: "!"

(Mitsuhide!)

[satans-knitwear]

Keep it simple 💕

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[extemelytired]

Just finished ep 11 of dungeon Meshi. Somebody help me. I’m crying, screaming, sobbing on the ground. What happened to the cooking hijinks. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE COOKING HIJINKS. I feel CHEATED. DEVASTATED.

[mintypsii]

as promised... here's the sanuso wall from my strawpage!!!! i cherish all of these so much aagghhh they're all so lovely thank you to everyone who sent something in 😭💖💖

[skitskatdacat63]

There's this nearly 4 hour movie I've been meaning to watch for a while and I was like "ah maybe ill watch it tonight hehe 🥰" and then I remember...quali is at 9 🫠

[puthyflapps]

That unrequited au’s got me in a gotdang chokehold. Not the sweatshirt! 😭 The description of Regan vs. Shelbyyy help. Wake up Toni baby wake uppp!

If I have to be in my emotional devastation era then so does everyone else x

Toni has no choice but to wake up when this whole situation finally comes to a head during a drunken confrontation at one of Fatin's notorious house parties. Shelby had spent another evening going out of her way to avoid Toni and, subsequently, Regan. Her evasive behavior, combined with Toni’s penchant for picking fights, had culminated in this late-night showdown of sorts.

The two find themselves sharing hard stares and even harsher words. Questions seem to morph into accusations that are a clear result of the last name Shelby bears and the god-fearing reputation that comes with it. Truthfully, it was naive of Shelby to think she could continue to get away with dodging the other girl like this, and it was wholly and entirely ignorant to believe she could survive the ensuing interrogation. Especially knowing how Toni’s always prided herself on her ability to easily get under her skin. Steady cracks begin to appear in her veneer as Toni throws shot after shot her way. Launching question after question at her. Creating a dangerous minefield that Shelby’s not entirely sure she can continue to navigate much longer.

With each passing moment, Shelby can feel the heavy weight of her pageant queen mask slipping further and further down, revealing the raw and vulnerable truth underneath. Slowly, the carefully crafted facade of perfection cracks and crumbles, giving way to the messy and embarrassing reality she's been so desperately trying to hide. 

"Why is it so fucking hard for you to be happy for us?"

Toni lobs the question her way in a fit of frustration, and God, the question stings. It feels as though the words themselves have reached out and slapped her with all their might. Every syllable of every word burns at a brutal temperature. Invisible blisters are already steadily forming across the expanse of her cheek. Bubbling painfully. Flesh sizzling silently.

The question hurts. The insinuation hurts. The idea that Toni believes Shelby cares so little for her happiness fucking hurts. However, it’s still not enough to make her admit the truth and she can tell her silence is only upsetting Toni more. Her jaw is clenched and her chest is rising and falling rapidly with heavy breaths. It’s unsurprising when she yells out at Shelby once more:

“Say something!”

Her voice is desperate, trembling with fear and heartache. Shelby can hear the pleading in Toni's tone, her words spilling out with an urgency that cuts deep into Shelby's soul. She can feel the weight of Toni's expectations pressing down on her, begging for an explanation, for any shred of hope that this isn't what she thinks it is. The tension between them is palpable as Shelby struggles to hold back a flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. But with each passing moment, it becomes harder to contain the torrent of feelings churning within her.

“Because I love you!”

The declaration fills up the space around them, leaving no room to move. There is nowhere to run; nowhere to escape from the rubble of this crumbling friendship. It’s finally out there. These words, this thing that she's been so petrified to speak of is now out there for Toni to see, to dissect and pick apart. Shelby's soul lay bare in the confines of a bedroom that belonged to neither of them.

With a harsh swipe, Shelby banishes the hot tears carving tracks down her youthful face. She swivels abruptly from Toni, the air cooling where their bodies were once in proximity. Exhaustion-wrought legs buckle under her as she slumps onto the bed; an unruly cocktail of alcohol and fatigue renders her form heavy and unyielding. As she releases a shaky sigh permeating with undertones of regret - it sounds like waves reluctantly crashing onto a deserted beach. Gathering herself, she starts to explain:

"I spent years praying that one day you would wake up and just see me. You would see that I'm here, I've always been here, and you would finally love me back."

"Bee..." Toni's voice cracks. Raw with emotion and tinged with confusion.

Shelby pays no mind to the interruption, however. Instead, she presses on, ignoring how intensely pity-filled brown eyes watch her.

"I know how stupid and pathetic that sounds, but I really thought," her voice trails off momentarily as she tries to swallow the lump in her throat. "There were these moments where I swear it seemed like…like maybe you did love me. Then you met Regan, and I saw the way you looked at her, Toni. I saw it-"

"Shelby, please," Toni begs.

She pleads, for what? Shelby isn't sure. Does the thought of Shelby being in love with her make her skin crawl? Is Toni so disgusted that she can't bear to hear any more about Shelby's sick feelings? Perhaps she wants Shelby to stop, to save herself the embarrassment. Maybe she's simply trying to help Shelby retain what little is left of her dignity.

But Goodkinds aren’t known for being quitters.

So, if she's going to ruin the one good thing in her life and make a complete fool of herself, she may as well go for broke.

"It became painfully obvious that you would never love me the way that I love you. So, I'm sorry if I upset you. I'm sorry that I've been distant and closed off lately, but I am trying my best to learn how to not love you."

Toni's heart feels like it's being mercilessly wrenched from her chest, each beat causing a physical ache that seems to radiate through every limb. She knows she should say something, anything, to make things right, but her mind is foggy, and her tongue feels heavy with the weight of unspoken words. She can feel her knees growing weak with each passing moment. A tightness grips her throat, almost suffocating as a lump forms, making it difficult for her to even breathe. Despite the tears brimming in her eyes, she keeps them locked away; too ashamed to let them fall in front of her best friend.

Trudging forward, each step feeling more burdensome than the last, Toni makes her way over to the bed. Her eyes are transfixed on Shelby's form, as though she's just now seeing her for the first time. The air in the room is charged and tense, thick with unspoken emotions. "Bee," Toni says gently, barely above a whisper, only making Shelby want to hide away from her even more. She buries her head in her hands, unable to handle the softness in the brunette's tone. It feels too delicate, too careful, as if Toni is handling a fragile piece of glass that may shatter at any moment. Shelby's breaths come out in short ragged bursts, her head feeling light and dizzy as if the room is spinning around her. She feels exposed in all the wrong ways. Suddenly, there is a dip on the bed beside her and strong arms snake around her form. In this moment of vulnerability, Shelby can't help but lash out in the most pathetic way she can muster up - pushing weakly against Toni's chest like a petulant child. But Toni persists, ignoring Shelby's halfhearted protest and simply tightening her hold until they meld into one another. Shelby can feel puffs of warm breath tickling her ear as Toni whispers over and over again, "I didn't know." 

For what felt like hours, Toni and Shelby remained tangled together like the branches of an old tree. The soft pads of Toni's fingers traced soothing patterns over the expanse of Shelby's back as sobs wracked her body. Two girls, once inseparable, now finding solace in each other's arms amidst the ruins of their friendship. The aftermath of drunken confessions hung heavy in the air between them. As sleep slowly overtook her, Shelby couldn't help but wonder how they had ended up here - lost in each other yet worlds apart. When she wakes the following morning, she knows she can't linger a moment longer. She can't bear to face the harsh light of day and another inevitable rejection from Toni. With a heavy heart, she carefully untangles herself from the sleeping girl and mourns the thought that this will be the first and last time she ever shares a bed with Toni Shalifoe. 

[simonbrain]

it doesn't matter how quietly you attempt to get off at night; your lieutenant is always listening, always grumpy about the pretty sounds disturbing his slumber.

you were embarrassed when he brought it up to you (keep it down, can't fuckin' sleep with oll tha' racket), so you opted to not use your vibrator the next night, instead using your fingers like some lady from the 1800's. it wasn't as efficient, but it did the job, and you were knocked out after a few orgasms.

you think you're doing good, as he doesn't confront you about your nightly activities for a few days after that. not until one morning when he pulls you over to an obscured area outside, not paying any mind to your stumbling and hissing.

even with the mask on, you can tell he's scowling. "how many times do i 'ave to tell you to keep it down?" he grumbles, peering down at you through golden eyelashes. his head tilts as he speaks, and you have to force yourself to not squeeze your thighs together in front of your superior officer. "i can hear tha' wet cunt through the walls every night—are you tha' thirsty for it, pet?" a finger clips onto your belt loop, and you're being tugged closer, a chuckle rumbling from him when he takes notice of how flustered you're getting.

you've never wanted to explode into tiny pieces more in your life than this moment. your cheeks feel hot, and you can only stare up at him and watch as his gaze roams down your body. heated. predatory.

"i— i don't want—" you try to deny what you know is inevitable because ghost always gets his way, but it's thrilling to watch how he pushes his body against yours, the smell of him overpowering your rational thoughts. he only peels the mask high enough to free his mouth before he's shoving his tongue down your throat, a gloved hand finding its way to the front of your pants.

that night, when you crawl into bed with a fully charged vibrator, warmth already swirling in your belly, you think about how ghost's hands felt on your body. how he so meanly nudged the fat head of his cock in until he was fully sheathed, stretching you so thin you swear he was going to split you apart.

("there we go," he coos—or rather snarls at you, thick fingers filling up your mouth because you were whining too loud for his liking. "knew you wanted this fuckin' cunt stuffed full o'me," he groans while pawing at your chest, harsh pants hitting your ear. "tha's why you're so loud, innit? nasty fuckin' thing.")

how he kissed you like he was trying to consume you, licking into your mouth with such fervour, you were surprised he hadn't already burst into flames. he resembles a brick more than an actual human sometimes, but patience has always been his strongest quality.

you really shouldn't be surprised when ghost pours into your room while you're making yourself dizzy with thoughts of him, your brain liquifying on the pillow from the constant delicious vibrations against your throbbing clit. the sound of the door being kicked shut behind him startles you as he stalks over to your bed.

"i'm starting to think you like pissing me off." he growls softly, the bed squeaking underneath his weight. the vibrator is still buzzing against you, and you swallow when his eyes drop down to the soft, wet mess between your legs. "get on your fuckin' knees, girl."

[tonycries]

Never Ever Seen This Before!

Synopsis. There’s a first time for everything - including trying out dirty little kínks with them.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, cóckwarming, mating press, oral (female + male receiving), manhandling, marking, spitting, bóndage, spanking (Nanami’s), dynamics, degradation, cúmplay, squírting, some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.6k

A/N. *sigh* can’t believe I deleted this before. If you know, then YOU KNOW.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Stay still, goddammit!

Was being stuffed full of your boyfriend’s thick cock at all times really too much to ask? You think not. 

Toji, however, really didn’t see the point.

“But, doll.” he groans, dragging his tip lazily in-between your swollen folds. And it was so sloppy - slick trailing down his length, smearing across the sheets. “Jus’ wanna fuck your pretty lil’ cunt.”

It’s not that Toji doesn’t like the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his cock. No, he loves it - is addicted even. And he loves it especially when you attack him in the morning like this - his pretty girl, all splayed out on her side, barely even blinking the sleep out of her eyes before you ache for his dick. 

But, really, what’s the use of staying still - he’d rather fuck you till you’re breathless and creaming around his cock.

“Toji, you promised we’d try. Jus’ want to be stuffed full of your cock.” you pout, batting your lashes behind at him. “Don’ make me go on a sex ban.”

Oh, you little minx. He knew all your dirty tricks - yet, fell for them each time anyway. “Fine. Then fucking-” he lifts your legs a little higher, hips pulling back ever-so-slightly. “Take it.”

You barely even hear the rest of his sentence because Toji’s immediately bullying his throbbing dick into your pussy. Pushing against the resistance as you struggle to take his thick cock, not stopping till he’s buried all the way in your wet cunt.

Smirking at the way you mewl and grind your hips back into his, he wraps two muscled arms around your waist, holding you still on his cock. Murmuring in your ear, low and gravelly, “Not s’pposed to move, doll. Remember?

God, he knows you feel the way he twitches inside your dripping cunt at the way you whisper out a shaky little, “Y-yeah. No moving.”

And stubbornly you grit your teeth, being able to do nothing more than clamp down so deliciously on Toji’s pulsing cock as you stay still, relishing in the burn of him stretching you impossibly.

And maybe it’s been minutes - or even hours, because God did it feel that way to Toji as he watched you being broken by the mere feeling of being split apart on his cock. Patience slowly waning, he snakes down a hand to your poor, forgotten clit. Index tracing lightly over the sensitive bud. 

“T-Toji what-” you immediately jolt, finally getting an ounce of the friction your cunt has been aching for this whole time. Mindlessly grinding into his erection - only to be stopped by a large hand on your hip. 

“No moving, doll. Remember?”

“But-”

“Didn’t say anything about playing with your pretty lil’ clit now, did you?” he hums, knowing you were playing right into his hands. “Now. Don’t move.”

Ah, you can do nothing but lay there and take it as Toji presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Fingers starting to press, frantic, hard little circles on your swollen clit. Over and over- Like he was fucking you with his fingers the way he couldn’t with his dick. 

Ugh, damn him. Damn him and his fingers that knew you so well.

It was maddening.

“Toji- please.” you sob out, powerless against the bruising grip keeping you in place. You wanted to move. You wanted him so bad. 

“‘Please’ what?” he grunts. Clearly torn between focusing on drawing steady, agonizing patterns on your clit and fighting that feral part of himself that just wants to plunge into your pretty pussy over and over. Not stopping till you were cockdrunk and crying to cum.

“Please just fuck me- ah!”

Oh, you didn’t have to tell Toji twice. Because in one, fluid move, Toji’s pulling back, fucking you with harsh, jerky little movements of his hips. Twitching balls smacking you with each thrust. Not even caring to wait and let you adjust because fuck cockwarming, he’s wanted this so long and your needy lil’ pussy is milking him so good- “Shhh, it’s okay, doll. We have lotsa time to practice.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - So mean!

Nanami Kento was a gentleman. Always holding the door open, guiding you through crowds, gifting you bouquets even when there wasn’t a special occasion. 

The only problem was that Nanami was a gentleman even when you didn’t want him to be. Even when what you really wanted was for him to push you down and tease you till you were crying and begging for his cock. 

Like right now - kissing softly down your neck, large hands trailing across your skin as he lays you gently on your bed. Long fingers dipping into your soaked panties, drawing delicate patterns on your quivering thighs. But you’re not in the mood for delicate.

“K-Kento!” you whine, hips bucking into his featherlight touches. “Can we ah- do that thing we talked about?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, darling.” he murmurs against your skin. 

You let out a pouty whine, one that you knew would make him break. “But I want you to, Kento. Wan’ you to break me. Please.”

He lets out a resigned sigh, running a hand through his hair. A loaded second of silence passes. One. Two. And just as you’re about to admit defeat, surprisingly, it’s Nanami that breaks the silence. “Fine then. Face down, ass up if you want to act like such a lil’ slut.”

You scramble to do what he says, mind reeling from the fact that oh this was Nanami - the same Nanami who’d never raised his voice or ever called you anything other than terms of endearment.

“Hm, good.” he grits out.

And that’s all you hear before a deafening rip! rings through the heady room. Looking back in shock, you realize with a jolt that Nanami had your tattered panties in his hands, your dripping cunt on full display for him. 

As he positions himself behind you, resting his swollen cock the curve of your ass. Mindlessly, you push back against the feeling of Nanami’s achingly hard cock, hot and heavy on your skin, precum smearing everywhere. “Ken-”

Smack!

“Not Kento, darling.” he murmurs, palms smoothing over your ass. Lips kissing down your spine, in a way that would be so sweet if it wasn’t for the way he had you under his mercy. 

You let out a strangled moan at the sharp sting, his large handprint searing into your skin.  “S-sir?” you whisper, almost-experimentally. And oh was it the right answer - because he groans appreciatively, dick jumping so animalistically at the term leaving your swollen lips. 

“Oh? So my slutty girl does know how to be good, huh?” he murmurs, voice so uncharacteristically dangerous. Hands spreading your swollen folds to take in the sight of your wet pussy. “Shit. Since m’feeling so nice, count to five n’ I’ll fill that tight lil’ cunt with my cock.”

You barely have the time to wonder what he means before you feel a sharp slap against your ass. Forcing you to yelp out a strained little, “O-one, sir.”

Nanami hungry eyes greedily take in the fat tears clinging to your lashes, hips bucking into his for more. Your mouth dropping into such a delicious little oh! as you’re torn between pain and pleasure. 

You were so sweet falling apart underneath him that he can’t help but do it again. Smack! And again. Smack! 

“Two. Hah! N’ t-three.”

Good, now it was time to put his good girl to the test. 

With a low hiss of appreciation, he drags his throbbing cock across your wet folds, gathering your sweet juices on his tip. At the same time, Nanami’s hand connects with your ass again. Hard. Smack! 

“Ah! Oh-”

“Count.”

“Four! Ngh- four, sir.”

Nanami’s amusement spikes at the way you were so desperately rutting into his cock. And, well, what his pretty slut wants - she gets, right?

Several things happen at once,  he swiftly raises his hand for a final, hard smack. Hips reeling back ever-so-slightly to ram his cock into your snug cunt at the same time. Smack! 

“Ah! Kento- Kento hgnh- shit feel s’good inside me.” you mewl, drunk off both the sharp sting on your ass and Nanami bullying his thick cock into your tight pussy, filling you up so good. 

But not for long - because as soon as he was stuffing you full of his cock, Nanami’s pulling out just as fast. Your pussy clenching around nothing as you whirl behind to pout at him. Only for whatever whine to get stuck in your throat at two fingers shoving something flimsy and wet in your mouth. Forcing you to taste yourself.

Gagging around your soaked panties, a jolt runs down your spine at the positively feral glint in his eyes. Blinking away the tears in your eyes to take in the cruel little smile playing on his lips as he leans in closer to whisper, “My lil’ slut can’t even seem to remember what to call me, huh? I think she should be punished.”

Oh.

What have you done?

♡ GETO SUGURU - Drown me in it!

Geto Suguru has done it all - folded you in half, stuffed you full from all ends, had you begging and crying for more underneath him. He can confidently say that he hasn’t shied away from ticking off everything on the list.

That is until one random night in the shower, when he gets an epiphany - oh shit, Geto hasn’t made you squirt yet. Yes, it was the sudden image of you covering him in all your sweet juices. But more importantly - how dare he let his pretty girl go so long without cumming so hard you see the pearly gates of heaven? 

So - like any good boyfriend - Geto has you splayed out on his navy sheets, your legs in the air, his painfully hard cock buried in your dripping cunt. 

“Hngh- please. Shit shit shit m’cumming-” you whine, hips bucking wildly into his. Tears streaming down your face, clenching so hard around his dick that it makes it hard for Geto to thrust in and out at his steady, torturous rhythm. Fucking you through- which number orgasm was this again? 

Ah, it doesn’t matter - because you didn’t squirt. Again. 

“Awww…” you can barely hear his words over the blood roaring in your ears. “Didn’t squirt on that one either. C’mon now, my love, I know y’can do it f’me.”

Not wasting a second, Geto’s ramming his cock into your snug cunt once more. Heavy balls stinging your ass with each thrust - not even easing you into it any more because oh your little sobs were so pretty. Squirming and bucking into his touch despite your protests. “S-Sugu- I hah-, can’t-”

Now, as much as Geto loved your smart mouth - he loved it even more when you’re cockdrunk and babbling underneath him. Huffing out a laugh, he murmurs in your ear, “Yes, my love?” Veins grazing that one spot. Hard. “Can’t what?”

“Can’t cum anymore!”

Well - greedy gaze drinking in the way your swollen cunt swallowed him up so well, slick dripping down to his twitching balls - Geto begged to differ.

“Shut up. You will.” he mutters, shifting the angle to hit that one spot that has you gasping and bucking your hips for more. Your fists bunching up the soaked sheets below you, fucking yourself desperately into his throbbing cock. Curling deftly against that one spot. Over and over-

“Close, my love?” Geto sing-songs, “Think this could be the one?”

And oh does he find out. Because you’re cumming again - stars behind your eyes, walls clamping down so sinfully as he fucks you through your high. Your nails claw at his shoulders in an effort to get him to fucking slow down - but no, Geto is ruthless with his abuse. Hips faltering only once you show signs of your high bating. 

And before you can even react, your boyfriend’s starting his movements again. Milking himself on your heavenly pussy. 

You can’t even form coherent sentences at this point, only fucked-out whimpers leaving your swollen lips - it’s been like this for hours now. You’ve cum more times than you can probably count, yet here Geto was - not even once tonight. A slow, agonizing torture for the both of you. All because he wanted you to fucking squirt.

His thumb was ravaging your sensitive clit, pleasure nothing more than tingles now as Geto fucking ruins you. Hips bullying his thick cock into your heated pussy, thrusts no more than sloppy little movements. Your pussy dripping onto your bedroom floor.

Unforgiving. Geto Suguru was absolutely unforgiving. 

“C’mon, my love.” his words were so sweetly whispered in your ear - barely audible over your cries. Geto nips at your earlobe, purring lowly, “Squirt on this one, n’ I’ll fill your pretty lil’ pussy with my cum like you want s’bad.”

And then, it happens - something snaps.

Your orgasm crashes through you. So violent and hard that you see flashes of white behind your eyes. You cry out, trembling as your sloppy pussy squirts all over Geto. Covering him in all your sweet juices till his abs are glistening with your slick. Dripping down his body and absolutely soaking the sheets below.

And oh how he was entranced. Geto barely registers his own orgasm, hips faltering as he pumps thick, hot ropes of seed into your quivering cunt. Cumming at the mere sight of you creaming on his cock. His pretty girl was so gorgeous squirting all over him.

It was so so worth edging the both of you to the brink of insanity. He thinks his only regret was not having you squirt all over his face too.

Well…now he only had to see if he could do it twice.

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Lollipop!

Shit, you thought your best friend would have a huge dick - but this was ridiculous. 

So intimidatingly long and pretty, swollen tip flushed your favorite shade of pink, matching his blushing cheeks. Beads of precum leaking down, down, down the side so mouth-wateringly as you seat yourself in-between those sculpted thighs.

“Y-you sure about this, sweetheart?” Choso hisses, despite the way his cock throbs animalistically in your soft hands. 

You raise a brow, batting your lashes so deceivingly innocently. “Are you sure, Cho? S’your first, after all.”

He should say no. He should laugh it off as a joke. He shouldn’t ruin this friendship - but oh how badly he wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around his dick. Have you choking and gagging around him. So, any rationality thrown out the window, Choso nods slowly. Entranced. 

Grinning wickedly, you whisper, hot breath making his angry cock twitch “Thought so.” 

“But are you su- hngh!” Whatever sentence at the tip of his tongue is cut off as you spit on his length. Once. Twice. Your palms smearing the saliva along his throbbing length. Enough of an answer. And then there’s no more talking. 

Choso’s mouth drops into a fucked-out little oh! of disbelief as your tongue darts out to collect the saliva and precum pooling at his head. 

Moaning at his slightly salty taste, you take in as much of him as you can - inch by fucking inch. Not stopping till your nose meets the small tufts of black hair at this toned pelvis. Because this was your devastatingly sexy best friend and he deserved the best. 

God, Choso already thinks he could pass out. 

Heavy balls squeezing so painfully, his veins graze against the roof of your mouth as you start bobbing your head at a quick, ruthless pace. Milking Choso’s pretty cock for all he’s worth. Not even easing him into his first, because fuck only one taste and you’re already addicted. 

So, really, it only makes sense that Choso was the same. “Oh- Oh fuck! Feels s’good hngh-” he babbles, hips bucking up involuntarily into your warm, plush mouth. “Shit shit shit oh-.” 

Was this what heaven felt like? He really was missing out.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, feel s’good around me, sweetheart.” he groans, as you tongue at his sensitive slit. Fingers digging into the soft armrest while he tries to keep himself together.

You notice - of course you do - because soon enough you’re grabbing his arms to rest on your head, teary eyes blinking up at him so sinfully as you suck the soul out of him. 

In a split-second, Choso’s carding his fingers through your hair, holding you steady as he rams his cock down your throat. 

“Fuck- m’s-sorry, sweetheart. S’too ngh- fucking good.” his words slur together, drunk off the way you gag around him. Letting yourself be so used as he fucks your mouth so ferally. Not half the man he was just a moment ago.

By God were you a vision, he thinks deliriously - tears stinging your eyes, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth, lips stretching so lewdly around him as you take him in and out in and out in and- And if he angled your head just right he could see the bulge in your throat. Him - all him. “Sorry- ah! s’pretty hgnh- pretty when you’re full of my cock.”

“Gonna be m’first, huh?” he moans deliriously, “”Gonna let me fuck up into that pretty lil’ mouth whenever I want?” 

The only response he gets are your pathetic, wet gurgles, and the smacking of his heavy balls hitting your chin. This was heaven and you were an angel.

And that only makes Choso speed up his sloppy thrusts more. Each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Balls tightening, feeling his sanity crumbling away each time his throbbing erection hits the back of your throat. Over and over-

“Ah! Sweetheart- m’not gonna last long. M’close-” he lets out a guttural groan, tugging on your hair to pull you away.

But alas, you seemed every bit intent on ruining him. Because the only response he gets are your nails digging deeper into his milky hips, leaving angry, red marks in their wake. Ones for him to remember you by - not that he thinks he could ever forget this.

And that itself is enough to have Choso spilling into your mouth. Shooting thick, hot spurts of seed down your waiting throat. 

Messy. It was so fucking messy.

Heart in his throat, breaths ragged, Choso has to blink his vision back. And if he thought he was going to pass out before then he wasn’t ready for you to proudly stick out your tongue - showing absolutely no trace of his cum. Swallowing everything he gives.

“I-I think,” he starts, voice shot, “S’time for me to return the favor.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Drunk on you(r cunt)!

Why the hell would the King of Curses ever kneel down to anyone? 

Why would he ever wrestle your legs so shamefully open, dive nose-first into your pretty pussy, and tease you with his tongue for hours? Ignoring his angry, achingly hard cock for the sole purpose of making you cum and only making you cum?

But, well, that’s exactly what happened. 

“Oh- Kuna! Please-” you mewl, big fat tears dripping down your face at this point. Not knowing whether to move your hips away or buck up into his tongue for more more more-

“What now, brat?” he hums into your dripping cunt, vibrations making you squeal. “Complained that I don’t eat out your pretty lil’ cunt n’ now you’re acting so spoiled?”

Ah, there it was - that offhand little remark that got you into this mess. “B-but,” you whine, stars behind your eyes each time Sukuna laps at your sweet juices. “Didn’t think you’d be so mean-”

All you get is a dark chuckle as Sukuna sucks on your throbbing clit, so sensitive from his relentless abuse. Rolling his tongue over it so teasingly. 

Now, this might be his first time eating you out, but he knows exactly what you need - what you crave. And the way your body trembled under his touch told Sukuna everything about how you were brinking so dangerously close to the edge. Too close. 

“Please, Kuna! Wan’ cum s’bad.” you cry out, broken little moans of pleasure leaving your swollen lips. Ones which quickly turn into disappointed whines as he pulls away. Again.

“M’not being mean.” he murmurs in your ear, drinking in that adorable little pout on your face. 

In the haze of your lust-addled mind, you barely register the way he flips you two to lay on his back. Manhandling you further up the mattress you to be splayed out so sinfully above him - thighs straddling his devastatingly handsome face, hot breath hitting your dripping cunt.

“See?” Sukuna hums, tongue darting out to catch the obscene drip! drip! drip! of your slick. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as lets your sweet juices slide down his throat. “M’the best fucking boyfriend you’ll ever have.” And with that, he’s bullying his tongue through your swollen fold. Stretching you, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Over and over-

“Ngh- feels s’good. Ah fillin’ me up s’good.” you squeal, bucking your hips desperately into his pretty face, broken little whimpers leaving you at each rough push of Sukuna’s tongue. 

Why was he so reluctant again? Something about stupid fucking pride? Fuck that, Sukuna would be on his knees every day if it meant he got to taste you like this. Jaw grinding deeper into you as he eats you out like his last meal.

God, you were pretty sure you’d be collapsing onto him if it wasn’t for the strong hand holding your hips. Grip almost bruising as he rocks you harder - more obscenely - on his tongue. The other snakes down to draw rough, frenzied little circles on your swollen clit - as if you weren’t losing your sanity enough

And maybe if you were in a better state of mind you’d have noticed that Sukuna was, too. Eyes half-lidded, slick glistening down his jaw, pussy-drunk and watching awe-struck at the sinful sight of you. Devouring the sight of you the way he was with your cunt. 

Fuck, why does this feel so good? He wasn’t even fucking getting off, but the more he made out with your sweet cunt, the more he could feel himself edging closer and closer to the edge. Rock-hard cock angry and leaking precum all over his abs. The great Ryomen Sukuna cumming in his pants from eating his pretty girl out? 

Shit, Sukuna thinks deliriously, he was gonna have to make you cum. Soon. 

“Kuna- m’close.” you whimper, voice so soft as if you were afraid of being teased again.

“Oh yeah, brat?” he mutters into your folds, “Want it s’badly, huh? Wan’ cum on my tongue?” 

The vibrations have your body jerking violently. “Yes yes yes! Can’t take it anymore, wan’ cum. Make me cum, please!” you keen. Fucked-out little whines of Sukuna’s name leaving your mouth as he speeds up his movements.

“Then cum.”

And you are, clenching so lewdly around his soft tongue as you ride out your high on his face. Your juices glossing his lips so prettily. And oh Sukuna’s so entranced by you creaming around his tongue that he almost misses the feel of thick, hot spurts of his cum now pooling on his abs. Fuck, he was going to have to do this very often.

♡ GOJO SATORU - Break him!

Gojo always fucked you like his own personal sextoy. And now, it was only time for you to pay back the favor. Which is why you had him handcuffed to the bed, shirtless and splayed out to absolutely fucking ruin. 

“Hah, don’t worry, baby. I’ll be gentle.” Gojo chuckles, tugging on the metal cuffs. Still so cocky despite the way his throbbing dick was leaking all over his sculpted abs, twitching at the mere sound of your voice. 

“How nice.” you hum, sliding your pussy across his swollen cock, drenching him in your juices. “Because I won’t be.” And before Gojo can retort, you’re sinking down on his achingly hard cock, squeezing him inside your tight cunt as much as you can. 

“Shit shit shit, yes. Your pretty lil’ pussy feel s’amazing wrapped around me. You sure you can handle it all, baby?” 

You waste no time. Slamming down on Gojo’s leaking cock in one, abrupt motion, walls burning at the stretch as your ass meets his heavy balls. They twitch against you as you start moving in steady little bounces, sliding his thick cock in and out of your dripping cunt. In out in and out in and-

“Shit, baby. Fuckin’ me s’good ah! Hngh-” Gojo’s sinful moans come in ragged bursts. Fucking up into your pussy in shallow, defiant little thrusts to bully himself deeper and deeper inside you. But not for long - because you’re pushing his hips down, nails digging into the milky skin of his hips.

“Nope.” you hum, grinning at his pout. “Not till you admit defeat, Toru.”

“What defeat? That all you got, baby?” Gojo scoffs.

Stubborn bastard.

“‘What defeat’, huh?” you taunt. Leaning down so your breath fans his pretty face, “Said I couldn’t- handle it-” Each word is punctuated by you slamming down hard onto his swollen cock. Snug cunt massaging his veins as you pull up all the way - till his leaking tip is just kissing your sloppy hole, rocking your hips down hard at a punishing pace. “Look at you now, huh?”

You risk a glance into his eyes and oh- he liked it.

The great Gojo Satoru - revered like a God since birth - liked being treated like a mere fucktoy at your hands. Loved it even - if the way he twitched inside you was anything to go by it. Oh how you enjoyed being the one to bring him down to his knees.

Immediately, your hand reaches to grab the blindfold hanging haphazardly on his neck. “C’mon, Toru.” you warn, breaths ragged at the way his fat tip kissed your cervix. Tugging - hard - Gojo breath hitches in his throat as you whisper, “Jus’ give up.”

His pretty lips part slightly as you speed up your movements. Harsh, purposeful movements just to fuck his soul out. 

“God, fuck- hah. Nah, more talk than walk, huh?”

Your hand tightens around the delicate blindfold, relishing in the wet little gurgles that leave him at the pressure around his throat. Balls squeezing painfully as you hypnotize him with your heavenly cunt. Alternating between agonizingly slow strokes and a sloppy, erratic bouncing - edging him closer and closer to the edge. Only to shatter his orgasm and his ego. Fuck.

“I know you want to cum, Toru.” your sweet voice snaps him out of his reverie, and Gojo stares up into your hazy, powerdrunk eyes. “Just admit defeat.”

“No.”

“Toru.” you start, sultry and dangerous. “Admit it.”

He shakes his head desperately, tears peeking out through those long lashes. “No.” he repeats, jaw clenched tight.

A hand wraps around his blindfold, pulling him impossibly closer, not even a hair’s breadth between your sticky bodies. “Admit defeat, Toru.” your lips ghosting his, nipping at his bottom lip. “Admit defeat, n’ I’ll make your cock cum hard enough to see stars.”

And finally, “I hah- a-admit defeat.”

“Louder.”

“I was wrong! Was wrong, m’girl. Lemme cum please lemme cum-”

Throwing his head back, Gojo’s hips buck wildly into yours as you let him bully his dick into you with reckless abandon. Over and over- Using you just as much as you were using him. Not even an ounce of the God he was raised to be.

And oh does Gojo see stars - and you do too. Because with a strangled gasp of your name, he’s painting your snug cunt white with thick, hot ropes of his cum. 

Fucking his seed deeper and deeper, he fucks you through your high. Dazed blue eyes widening at the way your tight pussy was so overfilled, sticky seed dribbling out of you.  The sight of you creaming around his cock has his balls twitching exhaustedly. Fuck it was all too much. Flimsy handcuffs shattering with one pull, Gojo mutters raggedly, words sending shivers down your spine, “My turn, baby.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

[minisugakoobies]

Cross My Heart | KMG

Pairing: Mingyu x GNReader (afab)

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, friends to lovers (?), non-idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: pussy drunk mingyu, late night texting, biting/marking, fingering, lots of flirting, lots of teasing, grinding/dry humping, dirty talk, cunnilingus, face sitting, come eating, hand job, mingyu's a messy boy, OC is needy and mingyu loves it, mingyu has maybe the tiniest bit of a praise kink, use of pet names - pretty, mingyu requests death by pussy

Word Count: 5.2k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own SVT - they just inspire me

Summary: Your crush Mingyu wants (to eat) you.

Text Prompt: You: I can’t stand you Mingyu: Then sit on my face

A/N: Hiiiii I'm writing for svt now and I'm starting with Mingyu because he's driving me insane. This is actually the first in a planned series of 13 svt fics based on text prompts. I'm fully in my self-indulgent era, so this is for everyone who, like me, needs some munch 'Gyu right about now 👅

Unbeta'd as usual. If you like this and want more svt fics from me, please let me know! I'd love to hear what you think (but please be kind I'm fragile 🥺) 💕

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It’s finally here. After months of planning, you and your friends have flown halfway around the world for a week of vacation. The six of you arrived just a few hours ago, and after the long flight, the long wait at the airport for your luggage, and the long drive to the hotel, you’re exhausted. 

Well, mentally you’re worn out, at least. Your body? Is still on your old timezone, where it’s currently tomorrow morning. So it thinks that you need to be awake, even though it’s night where you are. You had stayed awake the entire flight here in order to avoid this very problem. 

Fucking jet lag got you anyway.

Unlike you, Seungcheol and Vernon are having no issue sleeping. The three of you are sharing one room, while Minghao, Wonwoo, and Mingyu are sharing another. You glance over at the two lumps tucked in their beds, snoring away like you would be if your body wasn’t so confused.

Because you’re trying to be a good friend and let them sleep, you’re lying on your bed, scrolling lazily through your various social media apps. You could watch something, but you don’t really have the focus right now. Yet you want something pleasing to look at. Something to mindlessly enjoy while you wait for exhaustion to overwhelm you. 

So, naturally, you turn to your favorite nightly pastime - scrolling through your social media apps, looking for any new posts from Mingyu.

It’s an addiction, borne out of your raging crush on your friend. Well, really, he’s Minghao’s friend, you don’t know him as well as you do the others, but still. You’re friendly enough around each other. Which is because Mingyu is so nice, such a sweet and funny guy who always makes you feel more than welcome whenever he’s around. 

He’s also a blatant flirt. At first, his cocky smiles and playful words made you think he might be interested in more than just being your friend, but it wasn’t long before you realized he’s like that with everyone. So you tamped down the hope that burned in your chest, leaving only a simmering crush to smolder forever.

It’s morning back home, where most of your friends have barely started their days, so your feed is fairly dead. There are a few photos from Wonwoo from the flight, including one of Minghao sleeping with his mouth open that you immediately save to your favorites, a couple from Vernon, and, of course, several from Mingyu. You tap into his page.

Mingyu’s an avid photographer, particularly of beautiful things - breathtaking landscapes, delicious meals, himself. Mostly himself, to be honest. Not that you’re complaining. It’s maybe the most mutually beneficial relationship you’ve ever been in. Mingyu loves to provide pictures of himself. You love to admire them. A win-win all around. 

You tap back to home and refresh your feed. A new post appears, from Mingyu. The jet lag must be getting to him, too, if he’s awake and posting right now. The photo is another selfie, this time of him lying in bed, one arm resting behind his head, showing off a perfectly sculpted bicep. God. Could he be more gorgeous? 

Clicking into his page again, you rub your thumb over the screen to make his photos flip by in an endless parade of hot Mingyus. It’s ridiculous, you muse, watching picture after picture roll by, to think about how much time Mingyu must spend on these photos. Making sure he’s got the perfect lighting to bounce off his muscles just right in those gym selfies. Or figuring out the best angle to show off that sharp jawline of his. Just ridiculous. And yet, every second isn’t spent in vain, considering how the photos drew you in like shiny trinkets to your magpie eye. 

It would be so easy to think of Mingyu as a modern day Narcissus, endlessly snapping selfies, drowning in his own reflection on his phone. But he’s never struck you as conceited. It’s something else - a desire for connection, perhaps. A need for-

A tiny heart floats up your screen and you gasp. Shit. You just liked the post the scroll stopped on - one of his many gym selfies, frame zoomed in on his torso, his hand clutching the bottom of his shirt to show off his rippling abs.

Your eye drifts to the date of the photo. Posted eight months ago. 

Quick as lightning, you hit the screen again, shattering the little heart icon. Your pulse is beating too fast. There’s no need to panic. He couldn’t have seen that. Maybe you’re overreacting, but no one needs to know you’re lurking in his profile in the middle of the night, especially not him. 

A notification drops down over Mingyu’s face. A message.

Mingyu: Someone’s up late. 

Ah, damn. You were too slow. And now he’s in your DMs. 

After taking a moment to shriek quietly into your pillow, you write back. 

You: Can’t sleep

Mingyu: Same. Jet lag’s got me fucked up

Mingyu: You know what always helps when I can’t sleep?

You: What?

Mingyu: Creeping through someone’s old photos

Even though he’s not here looking at you, your neck flames with embarrassment anyway. You could play it cool. If only you knew how to do that. 

You: Shut up

Mingyu: It’s ok, I’m flattered

You: Oh fuck off

Mingyu: No really, I am

Mingyu: I like that you want me so bad

Pressing your mouth firmly into your pillow, you swallow another screech. Here we go. Right into the flirting. You can’t handle this right now.

You: Idk what you’re talking about

You:  It was an accident

Mingyu: Oh you were accidentally admiring me? 

You: How did you even notice? Are you just staring at your phone, waiting for attention?

Mingyu: I mean yeah

You snort. 

You: You’re ridiculous

Mingyu: Maybe. But I’m honest about it

You: I’ll give you that

A few seconds go by, then a minute, then two. Maybe you’re boring him. Maybe he’s found something else to entertain him. Or someone else.

When the next notification comes in, you jolt a little. 

Mingyu: What else will you give me?

And now your heart does a funny jump as you stare at his words. God, what a question. How you wish he were asking for real, and not just being playful, like he always is. 

Would it be too real to reply with the truth? “Whatever you want?”

You: I don’t know

You: What do you want?

Mingyu: What if I say you?

Suddenly you don’t understand words.

You: Why would you say that?

Mingyu: Because it’s my answer

Mingyu: I’m being honest again

You: That’s the jet lag talking

Mingyu: Oh come on

Mingyu: You really don’t know?

You: Know what??

Mingyu: How I feel about you

Is he being serious right now??

You: If this is a joke I don’t get it

Mingyu: Not a joke

Mingyu: Hold on

The notification icon on your app suddenly lights up. One heart. Two. Three four five. You open your notifications and immediately start laughing. Mingyu’s going through your oldest photos and liking them, one by one. 

Mingyu: See? I’m obsessed with you

Seungcheol grunts in his sleep, and you press your arm harder over your mouth, trying to muffle yourself better.

You: You’re so annoying, oh my god

Mingyu: So annoying that you can’t stop looking at my photos at 1 am?

Mingyu: Or flirting with me?

You: Is that what’s happening? Are we flirting?

Mingyu: Ok don’t act like you don’t know

Mingyu: I flirt with you all the time

You: You flirt with EVERYONE all the time

Mingyu: Yeah but I only mean it with you

Like any other time this happens, any time his words make your head spin, you put on the brakes, stopping before you start to believe you might have a chance. 

You: You’re so dumb

Mingyu: Are you really going to pretend you’re not enjoying this?

You: Who said I’m pretending?

Mingyu: Me. I know you’re loving this

Mingyu: Because you want me soooooo bad

You: Shut uppppp

Mingyu: Go on, yell at me

Mingyu: You’re cute when you’re mad

You: No really

You: I can’t stand you

Mingyu: Then sit on my face

Your mouth falls open, an amused huff of air escaping in a befuddled laugh at his unexpected response. 

You: What?

Mingyu: Come shut me up. Sit on my face.

You’re blinking so hard, you can hear your eyelids clapping together.

You: Fuck off. Stop playing. 

Mingyu: Who’s playing? I’m serious

Mingyu: Smother me with those gorgeous thighs of yours. I’ll go out a happy man. 

Your gorgeous thighs? He’s never said anything like that before. What the fuck is happening.

You can’t help but picture it - him lying on his bed, you kneeling over him, fingers tangled in his dark hair as you ride that pouty little mouth of his. It’s not the first time you’ve fantasized about it, but it’s the first time the vision has felt… possible. 

Mingyu: No response? You’re just gonna leave me hanging like this?

You: Don’t tease me

Mingyu: Trust me, there are a million ways I’d love to tease you, but this isn’t one

You lay down again, rolling onto your side, curling in on yourself, like you’re trying to contain all the excitement rushing through your veins, keep it from spilling out and over into the room where your friends are still sleeping.  

You: You’re really serious?

Mingyu: Cross my heart and hope to die

Mingyu: Between your legs

Again you laugh.

You: You’re such an idiot

Mingyu: Does that mean you’re not coming over?

You: Like right now??

Mingyu: Why not? 

Mingyu: Wonwoo and Minghao both slept on the plane. They went out exploring

Mingyu: I’ve got the room to myself

You bite your lip, a little harder than you normally would, the sharp sting confirming that you are not dreaming and this is, in actual fact, happening right now. 

You: I guess if I’m not sleeping anytime soon

In the dim light from your phone, you eye the path to the door. You can easily make it out of the room without waking anyone. Should you so decide. 

You: I could come over

Mingyu: I promise I’ll make it so good for you

Mingyu: Eat that pussy like you deserve. Make you cum on my tongue over and over

You inhale sharply. He’s definitely never talked about your pussy like that before. Reading his words has you positively throbbing.

Mingyu: Please, just let me taste you

What else is there to say to that but -  

You: I’m coming over

It’s a short walk to Mingyu’s room. A rush of anticipation hits you as you raise your hand to knock. It doesn’t take long for the door to open, bringing you face to face with the man whose social media you can’t stop stalking. Mingyu’s shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging alarmingly low on his hips, and if you weren’t already planning on crushing him with your thighs, this insta thirst trap of an outfit would push you right over the edge. 

“That was fast,” he laughs, stepping aside to let you in. “Did you run down the hall?” 

“I thought I told you to shut up,” you shoot back. 

“And I thought I told you to make me,” he smirks, reaching for you at the same time you reach for him, practically mashing his teeth against your lips as he pulls you in for a kiss. Despite what he just said, he’s kissing you, too eager to wait for you to do what he demands. 

It’s rough and messy, all teeth and tongue, both of you doing your fair share to keep the other silent. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say speechless, because Mingyu’s definitely not being quiet, moaning into your mouth, and you’re certainly whining loud enough for the other rooms to hear you.

He presses you back into the door, chest to chest, hip to hip. You tilt your head and he follows, chasing your mouth, as if he’s needing another taste. Your hands roam over his biceps, his shoulders, his neck, covering every inch of warm skin that’s exposed, and he slips his arms around your waist, holding you impossibly tight. Not for one second do your lips part. This is the type of kiss you’ve always read about in your favorite stories - the one that makes your knees weak, makes your head float, makes you forget everything but Mingyu. 

It’s delicious. It’s amazing. It’s every superlative you can think of. But it’s not enough. You want more. Part of you wants to tell him to get on with it, take you to bed, because you’re here to make him eat his words by eating you, but the other part isn’t about to quit kissing him any time soon. 

Thankfully, Mingyu takes care of your dilemma by eliminating the choice. Without warning, he bends his knees and lifts you, big hands secure on your thighs to hold you close to him. Okay, now it’s like one of your stories, the way he lifts you like you’re lighter than air. You’d swoon if you weren’t so busy licking into his lips. All that time in the gym is really paying off

He carries you to his bed, displaying his impressive thigh strength by slowly lowering himself into a sitting position, bringing you into his lap. You loop your arms around his shoulders, desperately seeking his mouth, as if the 0.2 seconds between kisses might kill you, which, honestly, it feels like it might, and you’ve never been in this situation before, making out with the man of your dreams, so for all you know, it will, so why risk it? 

“Stop me if I’m going too fast,” he says between kisses. 

“You can go as fast as you want,” you reply, without even a second’s pause. “Just don’t stop.” 

“Damn, and here I was worried I was coming off too excited,” he grins, face lighting up in delight. Then he kisses your cheek, whispering against your skin at your offended huff. “It’s okay, I like how needy you are for me.”

“Shut up,” you groan, but you know he felt the way you shuddered, so you give up the weak protests and start kissing him again, twisting your fingers in his hair to keep him close. 

Mingyu finally stops laughing when you take his bottom lip between your own, sucking and licking at the plump skin. With a groan, he digs his fingers into your sides, and he starts to guide you back and forth, rolling you over the eye-catching bulge in his sweatpants. It’s a sight that makes you clench, thinking about how much you want to sit on it now, just pull him out and ride, too needy to feel him inside you to even take your clothes off.

But again, you want more. You want what he’d promised earlier.  

He nips his way down your throat until his mouth latches at the base of your neck, sucking and biting, and you whimper, squirming in his hold. “

‘Gyu, please!”

“Please what?” 

He doesn’t lift his head, too absorbed in sinking his vampire-like canines into your soft skin, not sharp enough to pierce, just hard enough that you know you’ll have bruises blooming there tomorrow, little souvenirs of this moment. 

Please everything, you think. You want it all, whatever he’s willing to give, you’ll take. You’re feeling greedy as fuck right now. 

“I want what you promised me.” 

“Hold on,” he intones seriously, right before laving his tongue over a fresh mark. “Let a man at death’s door enjoy his last moments.” 

“Oh my god, you’re so stupid,” you groan, grabbing his face and smashing your lips together. He’s just - just such an idiot, such a stupid sexy idiot and you want him more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life.

“Fine,” he says after a few minutes of frantic making out, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, hands circling around your ass, squeezing as he pulls you closer. “Time for my last meal.” 

He kisses away your embarrassingly pleased moan, and then he maneuvers the two of you around so he’s lying on the bed on his back and you’re straddling him. As he watches with rapt attention, you peel off your shirt. Since you’d been dressed for bed, you hadn’t bothered to throw on a bra. Judging from Mingyu’s expression, you made the right call.  

“Pretty,” he breathes out, wide eyes finding yours, and you have to take a beat, have to take a moment to sit and let the reality of the situation wash over you. The two of you are here, together, in this hotel room half a world away from home. Both wanting this. It’s clear to you now just how eager Mingyu’s been since you walked in. He wasn’t lying - he wants you just as much as you want him. 

With this new understanding, you stand up to slide your shorts and panties off in one go, before straddling him again, and lowering yourself for another kiss. Immediately, his arms are around you, gliding down your back, all the way to your bare ass, taking the biggest handfuls he can. 

“You drive me insane. So pretty, so hot.” 

Mingyu’s words kick the simmering heat in your gut into a full blown fire. You moan into his kiss, grinding yourself against him. One of his hands grips your side, helping you chase the friction, while the other slips between your bodies. When his fingers brush your inner thigh, he lets out a strangled groan. “Oh fuck, you’re so wet.”  

“Your fault,” you gasp, lips fervently pressing against his, licking at the seam of his mouth until he allows you in, so you can roll your tongue over his like you roll your hips. 

“Then allow me to make it up to you,” he grins, long fingers cupping your mound, trapping the heat there in his palm as he rubs it against you. You keen, thighs already twitching. You’re going to lose your mind before you even get to his face. 

You’re not alone in that feeling, as he suddenly reaches for your thighs, urging you to crawl up his body. “Get up here, please,” he begs, flat out begs you, and you slide forward as fast as you can. You need his mouth, right now.

Hovering over him is a little surreal - MIngyu’s big brown eyes are gazing up at you in a perfect replication of your favorite daydream, only it’s so much better than you’d ever imagined, because the expression he wears is one of complete awe, like he’s the one living out his fantasy. Again you feel bold, so you run your fingers through his hair, nails lightly scraping over his scalp. He moans quietly, low in his throat, like he’s trying to hold it in, and your mouth quirks in a half smile as you kneel. 

“Nice knowing you, ‘Gyu.” 

He hums a happy note, lips vibrating lightly just as your cunt reaches them, and you moan quietly. You don’t settle all the way down, because as much as you were playing along with this whole death-by-pussy dream of his, you are slightly worried that you might actually suffocate him, if not because of your weight than because of your dire need, that you might get too lost in the aching desire that’s building inside you, spurred on by the way he’s brushing the lower half of his face and down your folds, just breathing you in, teasing you with his touches but not giving you what you so desperately want. 

“‘Gyu,” you whine, tilting your pelvis forward, to catch his tongue as he traces your inner thigh, leaving a trail of saliva behind. He blows a puff of air across the wetness, sending goosebumps running at the cooling sensation. 

When you try to shift again, he’s quick to wrap his hands up around your hips, holding you still. Not hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to let you know - he’s in charge now. 

“Stay still, pretty,” he murmurs, tenderly pressing a kiss into your skin. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my promise. Cross my heart, remember?” 

With that reminder, he pulls you down further onto his face. His tongue slides into you, nose bumping your clit, and you whimper, hands flailing at your sides, seeking something to cling to, finding nothing but the warm air around you. The pressure on the sensitive bud combining with the wet hot muscle plunging between your slick folds is overwhelming in the best way.

“‘Gyu, oh, that’s so good!”  

Mingyu nods his head vigorously, nudging his nose around, letting his tongue drag up and down your slit. It almost feels like he’s agreeing with you, backed up by the way he grunts brokenly, this deep rumble in his chest that gets strangled halfway through his throat. 

You’re not sure at what point you start thrust your hips. Mingyu helps you find the right pace, big hands guiding you forward and back, forward and back, until you feel the rhythm all the way from your ears to your toes. 

As his mouth slides up to suckle on your clit, his left hand also snakes upwards, cupping your right breast, thumb rolling over your puckered nipple. You shudder, nerves sizzling like power lines, lit up by his every touch.

“‘Gyu…” Mingyu’s mouth pulls another whine from you. You glance down, catching the furrow in his brow, the sweat dripping down his temples. “Oh my god.” 

“Mmmmphf,” Mingyu agrees, or so you assume, unable to understand anything he might be mumbling into you. A particularly sharp suck on your pulsating clit makes your back arch, and Mingyu’s hand falls from your chest, disappearing behind you. 

The sudden rustling of fabric draws your attention. You glance over your shoulder, only to whimper when you catch sight of Mingyu’s hand stroking his erection, band of his sweatpants hastily shoved down, stiff cock so flushed it brings a matching heat to your neck. 

If you were more limber, you’d reach for him, give him a helping hand, but you can’t stay twisted around for long, not when Mingyu’s tongue makes you refocus on his mouth. It’s too difficult to think about anything else right now but the way he keeps plunging inside you, using the thick muscle to fuck you shallowly. 

You can’t stop mewling like a cat in heat, rutting back and forth over Mingyu’s tongue. Even in your daze, it doesn’t escape your attention that Mingyu’s absolutely pussy drunk at this point, depraved moans buzzing endlessly against your most sensitive spots because he refuses to detach his mouth from you long enough to let them escape. Every muffled note reverberates deep in your core, joins the tense chord that’s building inside you to a crescendo. 

“‘Gyu, please.” 

At the sound of your plea, Mingyu stops stroking himself, bringing his hand around to find your clit, middle finger drawing circles around and around and around. 

When you double over, hands sinking into the plush bedding on either side of Mingyu’s head, he grunts, tipping his head to the side so he can speak. “You okay?” 

“Fuck, Mingyu, ‘m good,” you giggle, suddenly hit by a burst of glee, perhaps due to the lack of oxygen in your head, since all the blood in your body is concentrated in your clit right now. “I’m having an amazing night.” 

Mingyu hums again, sounding very pleased, and you meet his gaze, and suddenly you wish his phone was nearby, so you could snap a photo, because this look - hair mussed and clinging to his forehead, pupils blown, nose to chin coated in your glistening wetness - this is a look worth capturing.

“Yeah, me too,” he says, chest heaving as he catches his breath, and the sincerity in his voice steals your own away. If you had any nerve, you’d confess something right now, something you weren’t planning on telling him tonight or tomorrow or maybe ever. But you keep silent, only breathing a tiny exhale of surprise as he slides out from under you, and nudges you onto your back.

Mingyu folds you in half easily, because you’re giving no resistance, letting him shape you the way he desires, and then his mouth is on you again. Now that he's lying facedown between your legs, he’s able to get some much-desired friction without using his hands, grinding his neglected cock into the bed as he concentrates on you. 

His tongue glides over your throbbing nub again, and then his right hand ghosts over your slit. You whimper a soft “Please,” and that’s all he needs to slide his finger inside. The intrusion has you squirming, urging him silently to go deeper, and to your relief, he obliges. But he also locks his other arm over your legs, holding them so you can’t keep bucking your hips up. 

“I said, stay still,” he mumbles, with no anger or heat behind it, just amusement, laced with a slight tinge of cockiness. He knows he’s frustrating you, judging by the curl of his lips as he plunges his finger in and out slowly, way too slowly, teasing you with what you need most. You try to press your hips down onto his hand, to make him glide faster, but he just leans into you slightly, big arm stopping your movements. 

Your whine is beyond petulant. “Don’t tease me!” 

“Pretty, I promise you, when I tease you, you’ll know.” 

And then he adds his middle finger, curling both, pressing on the most sensitive spot on your inner wall. Over and over, his fingers flutter, massaging until starlight bursts behind your eyelids. 

“It’ll be something like this.” 

He withdraws his hand.

“Gyuuuuuu.”

If he was slightly cocky earlier, he’s fully arrogant now, face breaking into a wide grin while he laughs. “Wow, so whiny. You do want me bad.” 

“I swear to god if you dohhhhHHH-”

You break off in a moan when he lowers his face again, loudly lapping at your wetness. Clever fingers alternate between scissoring and stroking, following the changes in your breathing, and you hope that he’s close to being satiated, because you’re teetering on the edge of your climax, only the slightest bit more stimulation necessary to push you over. 

“Mingyu. Mingyu, I’m gonna cum.” You open your eyes, raising your head enough to look at him, to watch with a dropped jaw as he buries his face in your cunt, his own eyes closed in ecstasy, and oh, that’s it - “Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” 

Your warning cry - though clearly appreciated by Mingyu, who groans in answering refrain, hips humping the bed furiously - is ultimately unnecessary, given how hard your walls suddenly clench around his fingers. He doesn’t stop his ministrations, fingerfucking you through your orgasm as your lower half trembles beneath his heavy arm. He holds you in place as best he can, sweetly kissing your clit, while you wail and writhe, pressing your palm into your mouth to keep your cries from waking the rooms around you. 

Eventually your tremors slow, turning into occasional twitches, before your body finally relaxes. Mingyu continues to lap at you, every pass of his tongue getting lighter and lighter, until he lifts his head. He’s the perfect image of lust, eyes dark and desirous, and you claw at his shoulders, needing him close again. 

“Kiss me.” 

He wipes his face with the back of his hand, smearing you over himself more as he rises up to meet you. His cock is hard between you, and you moan, knowing that you did that, that he got this turned on just from eating you out, and extend your fingers to wrap around him.

The unbidden sound he utters when you take his cock and slide it through your soaking folds, coating it in your wetness, is the filthiest sound you’ve ever heard.

“Careful, pretty,” he pants, looking down at your hand. Under his close gaze, you circle the head of his cock before rubbing your thumb over and around the slit there. “‘M close.” 

“Wanna make you come, ‘Gyu,” you tell him, and he hisses, hips bucking into your grip. 

“Fuck.” His long fingers cover yours, guiding you into a faster pace. “But I’m gonna make a mess.”

“Do it. Make a mess.” The need to make him completely fall apart takes possession of you, makes you say things you’ve never said to anyone else. “Come all over me.” 

Mingyu whines, chin dropping to his chest. He’s barely blinking as he stares at your entwined hands. 

“Pretty… don’t say that….”

“Please, ‘Gyu.” All shame has fled your body. “I want it.” 

No further encouragement is needed. Mingyu grunts a few times before he’s painting your stomach in so much white, in little drops and big splashes, doing exactly what you told him, eyes rolling back in his head as he does.

When his high abates, he sits back on his heels, gazing at the mess he created, all the sticky sweat and semen that covers your body. A delirious thought comes to you. Is the sight beautiful enough for him to want to take a picture? 

“Wow,” he murmurs after a moment, shaking his head. “You’re even prettier when you’re covered in me.” 

His dead serious expression is enough to break the haze of lust hanging over you. You throw your arm over your face, too flustered to look at him. “‘Gyuuuuu!”

“Changed my mind, I’m calling you ‘whiny' from now on.” The bed shifts as Mingyu rises. He laughs all the way to and from the bathroom, laughs even harder when you glare at him, reaching for the towel he holds. He surprises you by nudging your hand away. “Let me.”  

His touch is so gentle as he wipes away his mess, then your own. When you’re both clean enough, he lays on his side, draping his arm over you. “Think you can sleep now?” 

Oh, you can sleep. You’re feeling satiated in a way you haven’t for a long time, and now that the rush has worn off, you could knock right out. You should probably go back to your room, ride this calm wave right into sleep, not let yourself get too excited at the thought that this vacation might be the best one ever.

Instead, you grin, sliding your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. “Yeah. But I don’t want to.” 

“Oh?” Mingyu’s smile mirrors yours. “What do you wanna do instead?” 

“I might have some ideas.” 

He lets you pull him down for a kiss, humming eagerly.

“Tell me what you want, pre-”

A sharp rap on the door startles you both.

“Dude, don’t you dare!” Minghao hisses through the wood. “We’ve been out here forever!” 

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[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Spank me, Slap me, Choke me, Bite me

(Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna)

Gojo Satoru

As much as Gojo loved trying different sex positions. You always ended sex in missionary. He loves to have you stuck under him, not able to move because he’s pressing all his body weight onto you. He loves to watch your cute face as he’s deep inside you. He loves to hear all the sounds you make that bless his ears. He loves to caress your soft and silky skin, especially from your neck to your chest. He loves to bite. 

His hands travel down to grip your waist as he looks down at you with a smirk. Blue eyes sparkling with lust for you. “You look so good…” He buries his face in the crook of your neck. “And you smell so good…” 

“Toru…” you cry out. Your arms and legs wrapped around him, his hips snapping forwards as he sinks himself deeper into you, grazing your cervix with every single thrust. His tongue traces a path down to the top of your breast. “I’m almost there,” you utter into his ear. 

You suddenly feel sharp canines bite deep into your warm flesh. The pain and pleasure from your orgasm merge together deliciously as you come undone. A string of “I'm sorrys” and “I love you’s” leave Satoru’s lips like a chant as he fills you with his cum once again. The bite mark he left on your body to be forgotten until morning when you scold him even though you know he will do it again and again. 

Geto Suguru

Saying Geto loved your ass was an understatement. He worshipped it. Spanking your ass wasn’t anything new to him or you but his favorite time to do it was when he puts you in reverse cowgirl in front of a mirror. Making you watch as he fucks his hips into you tantalizingly, as he watches your face contort into the most fucked out expressions. One strong hand on your body for support and the other on the plump of your ass.

Smack

His hand lands on you with a delicious sting that sends a shockwave through your body causing you to let out a desperate whine. His body reacts to the sweet noises escaping your lips as he grabs your hips harshly, thrusting deeply into you. 

“You like that? Look at yourself, pretty girl.” he grunts, a free hand coming around your body to grope your tits. “You like when I spank you, don’t you baby? 

He never failed to turn you into a mess when you were on his cock. You could only give him a small nod before another heavy spank landed on the other cheek. His thrusts become more erratic as the hand from your tits falls down to your clit, rubbing as he keeps fucking you. 

“Cum for me princess…” 

Toji Fushiguro

Toji loved having you in a prone bone. He was able to feel the recoil of your ass against him as he slammed himself into you but still keeping the intimacy between you as he places soft kisses on your shoulder and praises you for how good you are taking his cock. He leans down to press his forehead against the back of your neck, his breath hot and heavy in your ear. 

“Fuck… this pussy feels so good,” Toji grunts as he keeps up the pace in his thrust, determined to make you cum. “You feel so fucking good around my cock.” 

Toji’s pace quickens as he feels you react to his words, your walls clenching tight around him. “Good girl,” he huffs with a deep rasp in his voice, his hand coming around to wrap around your neck. His hand tightens around your throat, restricting your airflow just enough to give you a rush of pleasure and help you reach your high. It took you a bit to realize he was choking you. 

“Such a good girl, can you cream around my cock f’me?” He teases you, knowing you can’t answer him but, oh did he know you would. His hips begin slamming into you with more force. As you feel your nth orgasm of the night build up inside you, Toji follows you over the edge. Thrusts slowing down into you as he spills his seed inside. Slowly he pulls out of you, once again placing soft kisses upon your body. 

Nanami Kento

Nanami liked when you would bring up new things to try in the bedroom. He lived to please you and if you liked something, he did too. So when you suggested he should spank you, he couldn’t deny you. Especially when you looked so pretty bent over his lap, in the prettiest lingerie and your ass all perked for him. 

“Are you sure about this?” He questions, running a hand over your ass. “What if I hurt you?”

“I’m so sure Ken… please,” you pout. 

“Okay” His hand comes up and lands softly on your ass. 

“Ken, like you mean-” 

Spank 

Before you can even finish your sentence. His hand lands harshly on your ass. So much harder than the first time, it shut you up real quick. “Like that, honey?” he asks you a hint of cockiness behind his voice. It took him a while to build the confidence to do it without you asking but, once he understood how much you loved it. He couldn’t stop and you didn’t want him to. 

Choso Kamo

If Choso could, he’d choose to die between your legs. The man loved your pussy. His pupils dilate at just the sight of you naked on his bed, spreading your legs open for him. Falling to his knees in front you, eyes like a predator hunting his prey, already salivating his meal. He gently gropes your thighs, his tongue begins lapping at your wet cunt. Desperates to taste every inch of it but, lately Choso had a knack for biting. 

It started off as innocent little nibbles to the side of your thighs but, soon enough his teeth grazed over your clit and he would slightly tug it. A sharp whine leaves your lips. 

“Did that hurt?” he coos. One look at that man and you could tell he was pussy drunk and you did not have it in your heart to tell him he couldn’t bite your clit. It didn't even hurt that bad anyways. Choso was always so gentle. 

“No baby… keep going” 

And he did. And he loves it. Decorating your thighs with bite marks, gnawing and pulling on your clit. He was so proud of himself for finding he could use his teeth to please you as well and your moans were only more encouraging for him. 

Sukuna

If Sukuna really wanted to hurt you, you’d be dead. You’ve seen how he tortures and kills other people with moving a muscle. So when Sukuna would slap you during sex you knew it was because he loved the way you made him feel. He didn’t know how to express himself any other way. And god, he loves that smirk you’d give him after he did slap you. 

“Yeah you like that brat?” He holds your chin in place so you can look at him, sharp nails digging into your skin as he allows your legs to come down from the mating press he had you in. 

Another slap lands on your face before he dips his head down to kiss you. His way of soothing the pain with pleasure.  He quickly picks up his pace again mercilessly fucking it you. He feels so good that tears start to build up around your eyes. 

“Such a curious little creature… you like when I slap you but then you cry?” Sukuna boasts as he punctates his words with rough thrusts. “N-no,” you whine. 

“Or is it because my cock makes you feel so good?” He whispers into your ear, his tongue lapping up the tear that threatened to fall down your face. It was about to be another long night. 

[hesbunnies]

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[satans-knitwear]

Oooooo i love how this fits 🥰

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[wonryllis]

the hot dad next door (m) | park sunghoon.

﹙ 🎬 ﹚ ぃ ────𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

preview. the ever quintessential first time dad moves in next door with his five year old and finds it impossible not to fall for you, the pretty girl who gives his daughter cookies and him; the doll eyes. obsessed with your entire being, unable to keep his hands off you, park sunghoon questions if he's just crazy or he's crazy over you.

or where, he notices the way you look at his hands a little too long for it to be innocent.

meet the cast. single dad!park sunghoon with his pretty neighbour fem!reader.

genre. DILFF AUU !!, SMUT MDNI, fluff, neighbours to lovers, sunghoon is quite literally yes insanely crazed over you and for the sake of god can't keep his dick soft, domestic a little bit i guess, i want to make her my wife trope EEEKKK, slight age gap (hoon in late twenties and reader in early twenties) more to be added.

word count. est around 20k or more

warnings. inaccuracies about parenting cause i aint a parent, i got no idea. more will be mentioned in the actual post.

releasing. very soon!! .. progress update tag

park sunghoon was hot, he was a walking greek god. was single and wore these fitted suits that had you weak in the knees. if that wasn't hot enough, park sunghoon also had the cutest baby girl you had ever come across and it just made him hotter than he could ever have been.

"hey, um .. is ji—" sunghoon stands at the threshold of your open apartment door, one hand holding his creased blazer and the other rubbing at the back of his neck. embarrassed and shy at having to show up at yours looking like a mess after work because his daughter ran off while he was busy on a call and taking out her school bag from the backseat. and because everytime his daughter ran off, it was to the pretty girl next door who gives away sweet cookies all the time.

"is jia here? yeah she's in the kitchen," you answer, smiling soft and knowingly at the worried guy who barely looked like a dad. he worked in a corporate editorial, out before eight in the morning just as you prepared ingredients for your bakery. taking his daughter along to school, her excited voice resonating through the halls talking about how they were going to play with clay in class. around seven in the evening you'd hear her again, this time alone as she would skip over to your door because dada was too slow.

on weekends it'd be impossible to ignore the ruckus they made playing around, sometimes inviting you over for lunch because sunghoon apparently made too much and jia wanted to share her dada's delicious food. on some occasional weekends when he'd be called in to work for a few hours, jia would promise him to stay home and behave only to call you through the landline the moment he'd step out the door. and you would text sunghoon to come over to yours after work, his daughter munching on the new flavored cupcakes you made, unbothered about her dad and his scoldings.

"come on in, i made some almond lime tart, you could give me some feedbacks along with jia. you know she always says it's good and i can never know if it's actually good," sunghoon can't help but chuckle at that, slipping off his shoes by the front and walking inside. his eyes following your figure with a fond look as you tend to his daughter delicately, and might he admit— even more so than him.

you're sweet, you know how to handle kids; cue that one time jia was crying her eyes out after school and he had no idea what to do to comfort her, knocking at your door frantically and having his mind blown at how quickly you figured things out and calmed her down.

you're sweet, you know how to handle kids, you treat them both so well, always ready to help him out with jia, giving them sweet treats every other day and most of all— you're fucking pretty. way too pretty for him to handle.

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