#I will rip my ovaries out

[surrounded-by-fuckups]

tired of feeling these fucking eggs leaving. leave in peace, don't cause me pain

[pastelpasse]

ow

[atomic--peach]

Literally been awake for 15 minutes and I want to cry over stupid shit

[rackartyg]

my brain and body for the past week: Bad

me: ok what do you need. a vegetable? a walk?

brain and body: Bad!!

me: a treat? let's play some bg3, that's always a nice time

brain and body: no. everything is bad and we refuse to be distracted

me: okay fuck you too, let's be productive then

brain and body: not that either. Badness Is Pervasive And Eternal

cycle tracker app: hi! if it helps at all, we're in the fortnight between ovulation and menstruation 😇

me: ohhh

cycle tracker app: just be glad there's no suicidal ideation this time buddy

[izzy140105]

Woke up - period came so I'm cramping horribly rn BUT my Jon Snow Funko arrived so we all g 😝👊

[omniscientfish]

Vent post bc I feel like shit and its my blog so.ill post whatever the fuck I want Bethany

I want a hug from my parents. No, not my actual parents. But the ones I pretend are real. The ones who truly love me no matter what. The ones who didn't give me religious trauma. The ones who don't hate gay and trans people. The ones who celebrate differences instead of despising it. The ones who will tell me they love me without a look of doubt and the feeling of awkwardness like the person they supposedly love is someone they've never met before. sometimes, I just wanna cry and say I want my mom. But not MY mom. The mom I need. At the same time I do sort of wish she could've had a different child. One that would suit her more. If we could just do like a trade, that's be great. That way, maybe for once, wed both finally be happy.

[agent-starbuck]

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[mr-self-destructxx]

God I hate being afab

[im-ovulating]

For Kinktober: anything with Jasper Whitlock, but preferably size kink (short reader), voice kink, hand kink, and some on top of the clothes action / sex in the clothes. Choose all of it or one, I don't care, just having a brainrot about him: my ovaries explode every time I see this gif

(A/n: Kinktober Day 6/15! I wanted to keep all of this year's kinktober fics below 2.5k, but this one got away from me ;v;)

Word Count: 3,842

Summary- Well, you HAVE to take on his challenge -I mean, experiment. It's only the responisble thing to do as his study partner.

Warnings: Strip game, Fingering, PIV, Creampie, Cocky! Jasper, Not proofread

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Jasper Whitlock x Fem! Reader: Study Buddy

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"Did you know that predators have front-facing eyes, but prey normally have eyes on the side of their faces?" You ask Jasper as you scan your textbook. He had agreed to help you study for an upcoming test. "It's because the prey has to be able to look out for danger."

Not only is evolutionary bio not your strongest subject, but your professor is an asshat so you really can't afford to fail this test.

"I did," he mumbles as he highlights a section that he thinks you should go through again. "Did you know that when two animals make eye contact, the first to look away is the submissive?" Jasper asks back.

"That's gotta be BS, right? What if one just doesn't want to look at the other's ugly mug?" Your retort is weak, but your tone has the confidence of a straight, cis, white man who's telling you what your own name means.

Jasper lets out a small, huffed laugh and finally looks up at you, warm gold meeting e/c. "I don't think animals think that way, darlin'."

"Are you an animal whisperer?" You snark, crossing your arms with a cocked eyebrow.

"Do you really think it's not real?" He gets back on topic. When you shake your head, he turns his chair towards you before doing the same to your own so you both face each other. "Really? Then, let's test that theory, hm? You seem pretty confident in yourself, so what's the harm?"

"I seem pretty confident because I am pretty confident." You mark your place and shut the textbook.

He chuckles with a small shake of the head. Leaning back in his chair with one arm thrown over the back, Jasper says, "Let's play a game."

"We're supposed to be studyin-" "It's a science experiment."

When you fall back against your seat, he continues. "We'll make eye contact, we'll stare at each other, and the first to look away loses. And if you lose..." he smirks a little, "you lose a piece of clothing. Best out of five wins."

You chew on your lip as you mull it over. You're confident that you can keep eye contact. And the submissive thing is bullshit, anyway, so it's not like your pride will take a hit. "So, strip poker but with a staring contest?" He nods.

"Exactly."

"...okay."

You meet Jasper's warm golden gaze, determination etched on your face. There's no way you're going to lose this little game of his.

"I know what's going to happen. You're going to give in; you can't take the pressure." You ignore him, zeroing on a small fleck of dark gold in his eyes to ground your thoughts.

As the seconds tick by, you resist the urge to look away, focused solely on holding Jasper's stare. His voice, low and smooth, sends shivers down your spine. "That's a good girl, keeping those pretty eyes on me."

Your breath catches at the sudden praise, your lips parting in a small, silent gasp. You won't let him distract you that easily, though. You're in it to win it.

Jasper's long, slender fingers drum lightly against his jean-clad thigh, drawing your gaze for just a moment before you force yourself to look back into his eyes. His lips curve into a knowing smirk.

It takes you a second to realize. "...fuck!"

"That's my round, darlin'." He goads.

With a small grumble and more force than necessary, you all but rip your socks off and throw them at his head. He catches them before they even get close. You're less coordinated in your attempt to dodge them, and all you can do is grumble more when they hit you square in the middle of your face.

"Stop looking so smug - there's still plenty of time for me to whoop your ass." You can't decide if you want to wipe that dumb-ass, unfairly charming smirk off his equally handsome face or if you want to pull him in and kiss him silly. Probably both... Yeah, both is good.

Jasper's eyes gleam with amusement as he watches your continued huffing and puffing. He leans back in his chair, his fingers still tapping against his leg.

"Don't be so sour, darlin'," he grins, his voice low and velvety smooth. "The game's just getting started."

You narrow your eyes at him, determined not to let his distracting voice and looks throw you off this time. "Just shut up and start the next round, Whitlock."

He chuckles, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he holds your gaze. The air crackles with tension as you both refuse to back down, each daring the other to be the first to look away.

The seconds tick by, the only sound the quiet rhythm of your breathing. You can feel the weight of Jasper's stare, intense and captivating, drawing you in. Your pulse quickens, palms growing sweaty, but you refuse to lose again.

Just when you think you might actually win this round, Jasper's lips curve into a slow, predatory smile. "You know you want to look away. You want to give in, to submit; it's in your DNA. C'mon... Just look away, prove what we both already know: that when it comes down to it, you'd do nothing but roll over and show your belly..."

You roll your eyes in a subconscious attempt to ignore how his words, no matter how much they were shit talking, made your heart leap into your throat. With a triumphant smirk, Jasper declares, "My round again."

"That's not fair! You shouldn't be able to annoy me into losing!" You lie through your teeth about the true effect he's having on you.

Barking out a laugh, he says, "The only rule was that we can't look away. We never decided talking or touching were off limits. You lost fair and square, sugar, so lose an item."

"But-" "Three seconds before i decide which one," he interrupts with a cheeky grin. "and you might not like what I choose... Three. Two-" You let out a frustrated groan, quickly removing your shirt and tossing it to the side. His laughter only serves to further stoke the flames of your competitive spirit. "There we go! Good girl."

"I thought we're supposed to be studying." You try to feign nonchalance as you sit there, bra exposed and with only three items left. Technically, you're tied in terms of clothing remaining, but it's also not lost on you that it's currently 0-2 in Jasper's favor.

"We are studying; this is a science experiment, remember? Unless you're ready to admit that you're wrong AND that you're submissive. That would be quite the win on my end." Well, shit. Now you can't back out. You'll be damned if you let him have something to hang over your head.

"Just you wait, Whitlock," you snap, trying to regain your focus for the next round. "I'm just getting warmed up."

You narrow your eyes at Jasper, determined not to let him fluster you again. The stakes are higher now, but you've got this.

Taking a deep breath, you meet his gaze once again. The tension in the air is palpable as you both refuse to back down.

Jasper's lips curl into a challenging smirk, his long fingers still tapping a steady rhythm against his thigh. You force yourself to focus solely on his eyes, blocking out everything else.

Seconds turn to minutes as you hold his stare, your heartbeat thundering in your ears but you refuse to waver.

Just when you think you're finding a groove and might stand a chance at winning, Jasper leans forward, his voice low and sultry. "You're doing so well, darlin'. But I can see it in your eyes - you're starting to crack."

A shiver runs down your spine at his words, but you grit your teeth and push on. You will not lose this round, no matter what underhanded tactics he tries.

The room fills with an intensity that almost makes it hard to breath as you continue your silent battle of wills. Jasper's gaze is unwavering, a predatory gleam in his eyes that makes your breath catch and waver.

Jasper's hand suddenly moves, his fingers slowly inching up your thigh. Your eyes widen and your pulse quickens but you refuse to look away.

"Good girl," Jasper acknowledges, his cool touch burning through the fabric of your jeans. "Just keep your eyes on me."

His fingers continue their slow, tantalizing trek up your thigh, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. His gaze is electric, drawing you in despite your best efforts to maintain composure. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, but you refuse to break eye contact, stubbornly holding his molten stare.

"Jasper…" you breathe, unable to keep the quiver out of your voice. His lips curve into a knowing smile, fingers inching higher.

"That's it, darlin'," his voice is low and velvety smooth. "Just focus on me. Don't look away. It should be easy for you, right? You're a strong, dominant girl, after all."

The temptation to give in, to let your eyes slip shut, is nearly overwhelming. But you dig deep, summoning every ounce of willpower to maintain the intense eye contact.

Jasper's hand reaches the waist of your jeans, his fingertips dancing along the sensitive skin just above. Your pulse quickens and a shiver runs down your spine.

"J-Jasper…" you stammer, grip tightening on the arms of your chair.

His eyes shine with a predatory gleam as he watches you. "C'mon, sugar. Just a little bit longer… You can do it. Keep those pretty eyes on me.

"Or you can look away, let me take these pants off." he adds with a self-satisfied smirk.

You know you're teetering on the edge, your resolve rapidly crumbling under the onslaught of his touch and his words.

The seconds stretch on, the tension in the room palpable. Jasper's fingers continue their torturously slow ascent, and you find yourself struggling to keep your focus on his eyes.

His fingers dance along the underwire of your bra, "And after that, I'll pull those panties off of you with my teeth; maybe dive right in and see if that pussy tastes as good as I think it does." Your eyes flutter shut as a white-hot spike of arousal shoots straight to your core. He pulls his hand away and when you reopen your eyes, you see a triumphant grin has spread across Jasper's face. "That's my girl." Your eyes widen as you realize - you've lost. Again.

"You've got two chances left. Still think you're going to win?" Jasper asks. "I'm sure you can do it. Right? You can turn it around. Round 4."

As you settle in for yet another round, he gets in another jab. "You're gonna break. You're going to and it's going to be really fast."

His hand returns to your thigh; this time it only takes a second for him to reach the hem of your panties, his fingers dancing along the elastic. You swallow harshly, but keep his gaze. "You're not even trying to fight it; you're just letting me touch you."

"You're gonna keep looking me in the eyes when I move your panties to the side and slide my fingers in, aren't you?" Your breath hitches. "No, don't lose yet. Come on, look at me. Don't look away, I don't want you to look away." It's hard to fight against the urge to hide your face but you manage. You can feel how hot your cheeks are, and you can only imagine the expression on your face.

"Good girl," Jasper murmurs. "Don't look away. Don't you dare look away." You start to squirm a little, clenching your thighs desperate for some friction. "Why are you turned on?" He teases, his fingers still threatening to dip under the thin fabric. "Is it because you're submissive and you like losing? There's fight and flight, but you... you freeze. And you're gonna let me take what I want."

He finally tugs your panties aside and dips two fingers into you. your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you try to focus. You're so wet you swear you can feel it dripping down towards your ass. Fuck this is embarrassing but you realize you'd rather die than stop now; you want this. You want to just let go and let him take and take and take.

You crave his touch, crave to be used by him.

Jasper's fingers crook up into a spot that has stars dancing in your vision. Somehow you manage to just barely keep your eyes on him.

"C'mon, don't lose. I only have three pieces of clothing; you can still win this..." he taunts. "Don't look away, don't look away. Don't look away. Don't lose. Come on, look at me in my eyes. Good girl- don't look away."

"There it is..." He muses, pressing his fingers into your g spot as your back arches away from your chair and a debauched moan rips from your throat. "You lose again, darlin'." He brings his hand up to his mouth to clean your arousal off his fingers.

You let out a frustrated whine, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Jasper's smug grin only infuriates you further - he's clearly enjoying this power he has over you.

"That's not fair," you pant, your body still tingling from his touch. "You're cheating."

Jasper chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he examines you hungrily. "Darlin', I don't need to cheat to make you submit to me. You want this just as badly as I do. Like I said earlier- we never agreed 'no touching'."

You can only glare half-heartedly at him, knowing he's right.

"Hey," Jasper ducks his head to catch your eyes as you look at the ground to avoid his gaze. "You got one more. It's the last round. You're still in this; you can still win. You've got to get at least one piece from me. you can't lose every time - that would just be pathetic..." You go to smack his arm, but he avoids it.

With a resigned and frustrated sigh, you unhook your bra and let it fall to the floor. "Let's get this over with already." you grumble. you want this to end partly to stop the embarrassment of losing this badly, but mainly because the sooner this is over, the sooner you can fuck him.

As the final round starts, Jasper reaches up to grab your chin, tilting your head up to barely brush his lips against yours. His eyes never leave yours as he asks, "Why don't you just look away on purpose so I can take these off and fuck you?"

His other hand reaches down to press his thumb against your clit, causing your eyes to shut as you let loose a shaky moan. "Oh- you lost..." The grin he gives you can only be described as devilish.

Faster than you can process, he is picking you up by the thighs and setting you on the table.

True to his word, he drops to his knees between your legs and. after pressing a few possessive kisses along your belly and the apex of your thighs, he takes your panties between his teeth and starts to slide them off of you.

You shudder with anticipation as Jasper's cool breath ghosts over your most intimate area. With painstaking slowness, he tugs your panties down, revealing your glistening cunt. His eyes never leave yours, molten gold boring into your very soul.

A playful smirk graces his perfect lips as he tosses the flimsy fabric aside. Calloused hands caress the soft skin of your inner thighs, urging them to part further. You comply willingly, heart racing in excitement.

Jasper hums appreciatively, drinking in the sight of your exposed cunt. Leaning in, he trails feather-light kisses along your dripping folds, teasing you mercilessly. Just when you think you can't take the anticipation any longer, his talented tongue darts out, parting your swollen lips and delving deep.

An involuntary moan escapes your lips as pleasure courses through you. Jasper sets an agonizingly slow pace, savoring every twitch and tremble of your body. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he explores every inch of your most sensitive area. "Fuck, I knew you'd taste amazing..." His low groan vibrates against you and forces another small gasp to leave you.

Jasper's skilled tongue continues its agonizingly slow exploration, eliciting more breathless sighs and whimpers from you. His grip on your hips tightens as he senses your growing desperation for release.

With a low growl, he suddenly picks up the pace, licking and sucking with purpose. Your back arches as the coil of pleasure tightens, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Just as you feel the first tremors of your impending climax, Jasper pulls away, leaving you panting and aching. He gazes up at you with hooded eyes, a smug expression on his face.

"Not yet, darlin'," he murmurs, his voice dripping with dark promise. "I have other plans for you."

Jasper's hands grip your hips firmly as he effortlessly maneuvers your body, guiding you to bend over the sturdy table. A gasp escapes your lips at the sudden change in position.

With your upper body pressed against the cool surface, you feel impossibly exposed and vulnerable. The long-forgotten books and scattered papers crinkle under your weight as Jasper's powerful frame looms over you, his presence radiating a primal dominance.

A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers trail along your spine, eliciting goosebumps in their wake. Leaning in close, he places a series of searing kisses along the back of your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin before pulling back and undressing.

Trembling with anticipation, you arch your back, silently begging for more of his touch. Jasper growls low in his throat, the primal sound sending a shiver down your spine. His large palms slide up your sides, calloused fingers caressing the curve of your waist.

You whimper, desperate for him to finally fuck you.

Jasper chuckles, the deep rumble of his voice sending sparks of desire through your body. "So impatient," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't worry, sugar, I'm just getting started."

Jasper's grip on your hips tightens as he slowly, teasingly, presses his body against yours. You can feel the hard lines of his muscles and you ache to have him inside you. His hands slide up your sides, caressing and exploring your body.

Finally, after what feels like ages, he lines his cock up with your sopping pussy and starts to press in.

You gasp, arching your back as the head of his cock teases your entrance. "Jasper!" You moan, shuddering with anticipation.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he slides into you, inch by delicious inch. You feel every millimeter of his legnth as he fills you up, stretching and claiming you. His grip on your hips tightens, and you can feel the way his forearms bulging as he struggles to maintain control.

"Fuck," he growls, finally bottoming out inside you. He holds still for a moment, his lips pressing against your neck as he regains his breath.

Then, without warning, he begins to move, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in with a force that takes your breath away. Over and over, he thrusts into you, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythm that is both primal and possessive.

You drop your head to the table, letting out a long, keening cry as you feel his cock hit your sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Jasper!" You cry out, your voice echoing in the room.

His hands move to your breasts, tweaking and pinching your nipples as he fucks into you harder and faster. You can feel the heat building between your legs, the sensation growing more intense with each passing moment.

"I knew you were a submissive little thing," he says between grunts. "We could've gotten here a lot quicker if you had just dropped the act earlier, darlin'." You can feel his shit eating grin against your shoulder.

"Really?" you gasp out, body sliding against the table with each thrust. "You want to argue about that now?"

His chuckle is low in your ear. "Just making a point, sugar." Jasper presses a kiss to the space just behind your ear before leaning back and fucking into you harder.

The rough wood of the table bites into your shoulders, but you don't care. All that matters is the feeling of him inside you, claiming you.

"Jasper," you moan, your voice filled with pleasure and desperation. "I need… I need you to cum inside me." You beg, your back arching impossibly more as he reaches around to toy with your clit.

He picks up the pace even more, slamming into you over and over again. "Almost there, doll," he says, his voice rough with lust. "Just wait for it."

You clench around him, trying to draw him deeper inside you. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but you're so, so close.

You feel your body tense and then release in a wave of pure pleasure. Your muscles clench around Jasper's cock, milking him as you experience your orgasm. A loud moan escapes your lips, and your hips buck against the table unconsciously. Sweat beads on your forehead, and your skin feels flushed with heat.

As your climax subsides, you feel a cool rush between your legs. Jasper's release. He groans deeply, his body shuddering against yours.

After a minute of him staying plastered to your back, keeping you bent over the table, you feel him slowly pull out of you, and you can't help but whimper in disappointment.

"Don't give me any of that, doll," Jasper gently chides. He scoops you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest. You wrap your legs around him, holding onto him tightly. The chill of his skin against your heated sex is comforting, soothing the ache.

He carries you to the couch, setting you down gently before standing up and pulling his boxers on and heading into the kitchen. While he's gone, you take the opportunity to catch your breath and compose yourself. When he returns, he has a damp cloth. He gently cleans between them, his touch soft and careful as he wipes up the remnants of your tryst. Neither of you speak as he cares for you, reveling in the comfortable silence that blankets the both of you.

Once your cleaned up, he helps you redress; he helps you pull your panties back on along with his shirt. He scoops you up into his arms again as he lays on the couch. As you curl against him once more, he kisses the top of your head. "There's my good girl," he whispers. "I've got you."

[wholoveseggs]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do an Elijah x reader with period sex😭 i can’t find one and i really wanna read something about Elijah during that time of the month🙏

Bloodier Bath

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Aunt Flo comes to visit and the noble Elijah once again stands up to the bitch.

♡♡ Thank you for the request sweet anon! The first fic I ever wrote was Bloodbath & it has a special place in my heart! It's what inspired me to start writing in the first place! This is obviously a vampires favorite thing to do... and it's crazy there isn't more fics on it!!! ♡♡

2.7k words - Warnings: smuttt, oral sex, period sex, so much fluff, Elijah being sweet and caring...

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You woke up feeling like shit, a dull ache radiating throughout your body. You knew exactly what it was, but actually moving from the comfort of the bed to confirm was a different story.

A quiet groan escaped you, the mere thought of the day ahead exhausting. You could feel the pain of the cramps radiating through you, the feeling of the sheets and clothes on your skin uncomfortable and irritating.

Your boyfriend stirred next to you, his warm hands reaching out and pulling you into him. Elijah let out a yawn, and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, his arms wrapped protectively around you.

"Morning," he said softly.

"Morning," you replied, snuggling against him.

You wanted to stay close, but you felt too warm and uncomfortable. With a heavy sigh, you untangled yourself from his arms, rolling out of bed and going to the bathroom.

You turned the shower on, stepping under the warm spray and letting the water soothe you. The steam from the shower filled the air, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the relaxing sensation.

When the water turned cold, you reluctantly got out and dried off. You wrapped a towel around your body, and as you walked out of the bathroom, you saw a tray waiting on the bed. Elijah had gotten up and made breakfast, complete with a fresh cup of coffee and a heating pad.

He was propping up the pillows for you, arranging them just right so you could lay back comfortably. He flashed a small, knowing smile as he noticed you in the doorway, watching him.

"Thought you could use a little pampering this morning," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours.

"What I need is for you to kindly rip out my ovaries," you grumbled, the cramps making you extra moody.

"How about I start with the heating pad?" He offered, motioning for you to join him on the bed.

"Thank you," you said, walking over and climbing onto the bed. He helped you get comfortable, placing the heating pad on your stomach and wrapping a blanket around you.

You picked up the mug of coffee and took a deep sip, groaning softly as the warm liquid slid down your throat. "This is perfect, Lijah, thank you," you said, setting the mug back down on the nightstand.

"Are you going to work today?" He asked, gently stroking your hair.

You let out a sigh, not really wanting to face the day. "Probably not, I feel too miserable," you said, resting your head on his chest.

"Take the day off, relax, and do whatever makes you feel better," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I can't do nothing," you protested.

"Yes, you can," he countered, a stern look on his face. "And you will, if I have to tie you down to keep you here."

You laughed softly, knowing that he would actually do it. "Ok, fine," you said, settling into his embrace.

He was so sweet and considerate, taking care of you. His gentle nature and soft words made the pain subside, and you relaxed, closing your eyes and letting the warmth wash over you.

You spent the day in bed, watching movies and talking, enjoying each other's company. He was always so attentive and thoughtful, making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed.

As the day drew to a close, you started to feel better, the pain fading and your mood changing. You wanted to reward Elijah for being so sweet and supportive, and you had the perfect idea.

You reached over and cupped his cheek, turning his head so he was looking at you. "Thank you for taking such good care of me today," you said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"Of course, I'm happy to do it," he said, brushing a stray hair from your face.

"I want to make it up to you," you murmured, giving him a suggestive look.

He smiled, the lines around his eyes crinkling. "Oh? And how would you do that?" He asked, playing along.

"I have a few ideas," you said, sliding your hand down his chest and between his legs, rubbing him through his pants.

You watched as his pupils dilated, his arousal growing. "Is that so?" He asked, his voice dropping an octave.

"Mmhm," you hummed, leaning in and kissing him deeply. He returned the kiss, his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer.

You broke the kiss and moved lower, kissing along his jaw and neck, biting his earlobe gently. He groaned, his grip tightening on you.

You smirked, loving the way he reacted to your touch. All you wanted to do was show him just how grateful you were, and you knew just the way to do it.

You loved how he looked when he was turned on, his normally calm and collected demeanor replaced by one of lust and need. You kissed your way down his chest, pausing at his waistband.

But to your surprise, he stopped you, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head up. You sat up, pouting a little, wondering what you did wrong.

In one sudden, swift move, he grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back, hovering over you.

"As much as I appreciate the thought, that's not exactly what I want," he said, his voice a low rumble.

"Oh?" You asked, arching a brow. "And what is it that you want, then?"

He smiled, his eyes roaming over your body, then he leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft and insistent. You returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

As he kissed you, his hand moved to the hem of your shirt, slowly pushing it up. His fingertips brushed against your skin, sending a shiver through you.

"Oh, I see," you giggled, the realization dawning on you. "You like me when I'm messy and bloody, don't you?"

He chuckled, a low sound that sent heat straight to your core. "Don't make me admit it out loud," he teased, nipping at your neck.

You smiled, tilting your head to the side, giving him better access. "Admit what? That you like fucking me when I'm on my period? Such a filthy vampire... " You taunted, running your hands through his hair.

Elijah growled, his hands tightening on your hips. "Keep talking like that, and I'll show you exactly what I want," he threatened, his voice rough with desire.

You couldn't help but laugh, loving how he could go from soft and caring to dangerous and possessive. "Oh, I'm counting on it," you said, tugging his hair.

His dark eyes flashed, and he surged forward, claiming your mouth in a bruising kiss. He didn't waste any time, his hands moving to your underwear, pulling them down and tossing them aside.

"Eli- I was kidding... I'm gross right now... " You protested, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.

"Not to me," he replied, kissing his way down your body. He paused at your lower belly, looking up at you with a smirk.

His vampire nature, usually hidden so well, was peeking through. His eyes had turned completely black, with dark veins under his eyes, his fangs visible behind his parted lips.

You couldn't help but shiver at the sight, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through you. "Elijah... " You breathed, not entirely sure what to say.

He gave you one last look, then dipped his head down, his tongue darting out and swiping over your folds.

You gasped, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure through you. Elijah's tongue was skilled, knowing just where to lick and suck, his hands gripping your thighs. You were already so sensitive, and his actions sent sparks through you.

Elijah worked his tongue inside of you, lapping up your blood and juices, drinking every drop. It was messy, and there was a small puddle of blood on the sheets, but neither of you cared.

Your body tensed and the cramps returned, but in a different way, because you knew once he was done, they'd be gone for a while. Your moans grew louder as the pleasure built, and your legs began to shake.

He hummed happily, his mouth and nose pressed against your center. He was in complete bliss, having his cake and eating it too. There was truly nowhere else he would rather be.

The feeling was amazing, and you couldn't hold back anymore. Your orgasm hit you, and your back arched off the bed, a string of curse words escaping you.

He groaned as you came, your taste flooding his mouth. He was relentless, keeping his pace and holding you down as you writhed beneath him.

Finally, the aftershocks faded, and you slumped back against the pillows, panting heavily. Elijah placed a few kisses on your inner thighs before sitting up, licking his lips.

His face was covered in blood, he looked utterly insane and you burst out laughing at the sight. Your perfectly composed, always clean and tidy boyfriend was now a bloody mess.

He leaned down to kiss you, but you held up your hand, stopping him. "Nooooooo," you squealed, unable to stop laughing.

He smiled, his teeth bloody too, and it sent you into another fit of giggles. He joined in, the two of you laughing like children.

You had never seen him look so wild, so free. He was normally so careful and precise, and seeing him so messy and uninhibited was a huge turn-on.

"Hold on," he said, disappearing into the bathroom.

He returned with a clean face, but his shirt was still covered in blood. He crawled back onto the bed, hovering over you, his eyes raking over your body.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You rolled your eyes, not exactly agreeing when you were in this state. "Thank you, but I'm not," you protested, shifting uncomfortably.

"Yes, you are," he insisted, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his hands moving to your thighs. "And if you won't believe me, then let me show you."

You couldn't deny him, and you relaxed, letting him take control. His hands gripped your thighs, parting them so he could settle between them. His eyes were locked on yours, his gaze intense and full of love.

"Ready for more?" He asked, his lips ghosting over yours.

You nodded, a quiet moan escaping you as he eased into you. He moved slowly, knowing how sensitive you were in this state. It was a new kind of pleasure, a slow burn instead of the usual fiery explosion. He took his time, savoring every moment, committing every detail to memory.

He rocked his hips, the pace steady and deep, his lips finding yours. The kiss was soft and slow, matching the rhythm of his movements. The feeling was incredible, and the cramps had completely faded, your body fully relaxed.

"Lijah... " You whispered, your nails digging into his chest.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting your skin.

He groaned as he picked up his pace, thrusting deeper and harder. The sounds he was making were so delicious, and you pulled his hair, wanting him to moan more, loving how he was coming undone. His self-control was slipping, and he was losing himself in the pleasure.

"You get so fucking hot when you're like this," you purred, watching the way his muscles flexed as he moved.

He laughed, his breath warm against your neck. "Like what?" He asked, his voice muffled.

"When you're on the verge of losing it," you said, tangling your fingers in his hair. "It's sexy as hell.” 

He chuckled, lifting his head to look at you. "And you're so damn gorgeous when you're bloody and sweaty," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You laughed, the sound fading into a moan as he hit that sweet spot. Your head fell back against the pillow, and his hand found yours, lacing your fingers together and pinning it to the bed.

The pace quickened, and you both knew it wouldn't last much longer. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the smell of blood and sex, and it was all too much.

He kissed you deeply, the taste of iron still on his lips. His hands squeezed your hips, pulling you into each thrust. You couldn't take it anymore, and the tension that had been coiling deep inside of you snapped.

Your nails raked down his chest, your moans lost on his lips as you came. All the pain and tension immediately faded, replaced by pure bliss.

"Fuck... " Elijah growled, burying his face in your neck. His rhythm stuttered, and he came with a low groan, his hips jerking as he rode out his orgasm.

You were all hot, flushed and sweaty, but it was the most blissful feeling. You felt like you could melt into the sheets and die right there, but then you would miss the look on Elijah's face.

His eyes were half-closed, his lips parted as he caught his breath. His hair messy, his clothes stained with blood, and it was a sight to behold.

"I love you, you know that?" You murmured, cupping his cheek.

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your palm. "I love you too," he replied, his voice rough.

You ran your thumb across his bottom lip, and he smiled, his dimples on full display. He was always so handsome, but there was something extra special about him when he was like this.

"You're so cute," you teased, booping his nose.

He scrunched his nose, then playfully bit the tip of your finger. "You're adorable," he countered, his voice soft and sweet.

You smiled, your cheeks growing warm. No matter how long you'd been together, he still had that effect on you.

"Come here," he said, wrapping his arms around you and sitting you up, pulling you into his lap.

You giggled, snuggling against him. He kissed the top of your head, his hands resting on your waist. You sat like that for a while, enjoying the closeness.

You were exhausted and ready to sleep, but the mess had to be cleaned up. You were sticky and soaked, and the sheets were a mess.

"I think it's time for a bath," he suggested, brushing his lips against your neck.

You grinned, leaning back and looking up at him. "Only if you join me," you said, arching a brow.

"It's a deal," he replied, grinning back.

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, then he carried you to the bathroom, setting you down on the side of the tub. He turned on the water and peeled his bloody shirt off, tossing it into the trash.

"You really are filthy," you teased, a playful smirk on your lips.

"It's not my fault that once a month I'm presented with the perfect opportunity to get a little messy," he retorted, giving you a smug look.

"A little?" You said, looking him up and down.

There was blood covering the bedsheets, his hands, his cock and of course between your legs and down your thighs.

"Alright, maybe a lot messy," he relented, shrugging his shoulders.

You giggled, watching him test the water, making sure it wasn't too hot. He was so sweet and caring, always looking out for your comfort.

He helped you into the tub, then got in behind you, pulling you against him. You sighed, enjoying the warmth of the water and his body against yours.

"Thank you," you murmured, your eyes closing as you leaned back against his chest.

"For what?" He asked, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

"For everything," you said, opening your eyes and tilting your head to look at him.

"So, same time next month?" He teased, smiling down at you.

You laughed, playfully slapping his thigh. "Sure, but this time, let me take care of you," you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

"It's a date," he said, his hand trailing down your body.

The two of you stayed in the tub until the water started to cool, then you cleaned up the room and settled back into bed, snuggled in his arms.

Sure, periods suck, but when you have a man like Elijah, they aren't all bad.

[biffhofosho]

HONEY SPAM

HONEY SPAM

HONEY SPAM

I've finally got my act together. Let's goooooooooooooooo.

[mrsrileywrites]

Hear me out... Older boyfriend Simon Riley that's a math genius 😅

smut, smut...

You are in college, the career you choose has nothing to do with math but it's the first year and you have to take that class, it's required and you have always struggled with numbers!!! 

So here you are sitting in the high chair on your kitchen isle, you've been working on that damn work sheet for the past hour, spent the last twenty minutes stuck on a random exercise you have wrote and erased so many times you are about to rip a hole in the sheet.

You think on giving up, just fail the class, get a part time job and pay for tutoring next semester so you'll pass and get done with it.

Simon is sitting on the couch, watching TV, he's been looking at your struggling from the corner of his eye. You sigh un frustration, rubbing your face about to burst into tears when he stands up and walk towards you. "What's wrong, love?", he acts oblivious.

You explain to him, your voice cracking and it tugs at the strings of his heart, he sits next to you taking a look at the work sheet, he's silent, focused, his brows slightly creased, he's so handsome, you think.

He puts the sheet in front of you and explains the exercise,he makes it look so easy, you look at him intently, you didn't know he was so good at math, and his big hand moves to squeeze your thigh, "pay attention, love" he says sternly, and you do, you try your damn hard to focus and get it right cause you want to make him proud.

And no matter how hard you try, you just can't, you don't get it :( "I can't, Si... I'm just dumb" you pout, tears welling in your pretty eyes.

"Don't say that, baby, you are not dumb" he speaks to you oh so sweetly and you just look at him. He sees the struggle on your eyes, you just need motivation he thinks.

That's how you end up bent over your kitchen isle, your pants and panties pooled at your ankles, Simon rubbing the tip of his cock at your entrance, he looks at your work sheet from over your shoulder and speaks on your ear, "C'mon baby, focus on your sheet, what does it say?". You stutter as you read the exercise, your fingers holding your pencil so tight it might snap in half any minute.

Simon enters you slowly as you write wonky numbers on the sheet, he thrusts slowly guiding you through the math problem and when you get it wrong, he's movements come to a halt, your pussy flutters around his fat cock, and you whine in frustration pushing your ass back seeking some sort of friction, his hand on your hip holds you in place.

"C'mon baby, get it right and I'll fuck you properly" and you try again, your brain scrambling for the right answer, writing with a shaky hand until you get it right and Simon rewards you, he thrusts into you vigorously as he praises you "my smart girl, so good for me" and you moan, your pussy clenching at his praise, his hand moves to rub at your clit and you feel the band tighten on your lower belly, Simon's eyes move to see where his cock disappears inside you and the recoil of your ass with every snap of his hips, you always take him so well, it makes his cock twitch inside you.

"Si... I'm gonna..." You whine. "I know baby, I know... you squeezing me so tight" he grunts on your ear thrusting faster and harder, his finger still rubbing your clit until you cum, your body shakes as he spills his seed inside your tight cunt.

Side note, that Ghost skin is my favorite cause I get to see his forearms and those cool tattoos... I need this man so bad my ovaries are gonna combust 😩

[bananababblegigglemuffin]

May I get uhhhhhhhhhh Logan Howlett with a breeding kink?

OMG I LOVE this idea Logan already does seem like he'd be a good daddy if ykwim also idk which logan you'd like but i have read many fics on lumber logan so I'm going to write one on xmen1!logan

Summary: So you act a bit weird in the recess room at the school and Logan senses something is off

KINKTOBER: DAY 1- BREEDING X Logan

Today, it was a usual day you had just come back from teaching the children a lesson of  Biology on x-linked inheritance and you'd gone to take a short break in the recess room for the staff.

Logan had gotten back from a simulator fight with the pyrokinetic children", mind you he was all sweaty and took off his shirt with a big rip on the front; "Did you learn your lesson kids?" he said lighting a cigar with the fire on one of the kids' heads, "Yes Mr. Howlett" they said as though a symphony, Logan did something, now this is very out-of-the-blue and important to the story.... He put out the fire in the kid's head and scuffed his hair, laughing, "Alright bub, off you pop" with the cutest huge smile.

You felt your ovaries do a 360 as he sat down on the leather chair biting one of the apples on the desk... "What's wrong babe?" he asked nonchalant. "Nothing hon, just a bit tired...""Want a massage" he asked. "Of course" you said, when he commenced you made the most melodic fucking delicious monas ever, logan didn't know if this was bait of some kind but the bulge in his pants got bigger and bigger

"Wrong? Oh no, nothing, do me a favor wolfie meet me in our room" you shamelessly sang. "You got somethin' special for me, huh?" Logan countered "Always."

He entered the room and searched for you, you sat in the corner donning a lace lingerie set in the color of the ocean. He made a merciful grunt and his eyes looked like he'd found the answers to life. "Awwh love you're the most exquisite goddess ever to exist" he said, falling to his knees in front of you and began kissing your inner thigh, reaching your thong and rubbing the pad of his thumb at the centre. You let out a small whine "You like that baby?" "Yes Lo, more please". He did not need any further instruction and lifted you up bridal style as if you weighed nothing of course he was made of METAL, then he undid his pants and gently took off any piece of clothing on you. He shifted your beautiful thighs on his shoulders and kissed your ankles leading up to your wet cunt.

"I'm so sorry, sunshine, but i've got to put my seed in you today, fuck, you look sensational, literal mead that I'm about to get drunk on." He said. "Yes Lo, please I'm so hungry" you said. Without wasting time he gently positioned his tip and slowly thrust into you filling you with his thick veiny cock. you squealed "Ahhh, fuck honey you're so warm for me, I want you to relax and enjoy, I'm going to take care of you" he began thrusting into you, he could not physically wait. "AAUUUUH god BABY I'm going to fill you up till the brim love" He kissed you, continued thrusting into your cunt now the room was filled with your blissful moans, the squelching of your cunt, the slapping of his huge balls on your clit and he looked into your eyes, your beautiful enchanting eyes which got him into this situation in the first place.

"You like that my love?" he asked you, "MOre tHan AnythiNg, LO" You cupped his face kissing his lips and entwining your tongues in a symphony. "Please FILL ME NOW" you begged him, it didn't take anymore for him, He moaned and his fucking hard cock let out all the warm fluid, painting your walls. "I love you honey, and i especially love filling that pretty hole of yours which was made for me" Logan grunted. You were about to get off "Not so soon babe, i gotta make sure all of it stays inside, but we gotta get you some real food since you're hungry," so he picked you up still with his cock inside and picked up the apple he had, bit off a piece and gave you the piece. "We'll get you some real food, after I'm done with you" he said. "You're not done?!" and so he giggled kissing your forehead and lusciously carved lips, his cock still twiching and hardening once more inside you. "I love you baby, I'll always be yours" he said, a bit more serious..."I love you more than anything or anyone i know of, Lo, and it'll always stay that way."

End

Author's note: Ok guys it's 4am and one of my first fics in a long time., hope you find it a bit nice at least :) IK there are some typos but i'm just a lil too flustered to read it again.

[newkatzkafe2023]

I would *love* to see the genderbent version of the Baby Fever / "Impregnate me now!" post. Depending on the Monkey, it could be the Queen herself rather than the S/O asking for a baby

Ohhhhhhhhhh I agree on the queen part, yes indeed😁😁😁

(Lmk Wukong) You have been giving her baby fever for a long time, for years you had tended to no only the baby monkeys FFM but also to Mk, Mei and for some reason Redson. Your like another father to them, a scary one but well not as scary as pigsy but your Definitely much stricter then him as you push Mk a bit to do better things Mostly for her own good. One day she and Mk lost you at that Mall, and the found you comforting a crying girl who got lost from her mother. She cried and hid her face in your chest, and you wrapped you jacket around her she was immediately comforted as she called you baba feeling safe with you while you spoke with mall security. Yup that was the final straw..........

(Wukong) Mk their's something I need to tell My husband

Back At FFM

(Wukong) IMPREGNATE ME AT ONCE!!!!!!

(Male Y/n)HUUUUHHHH?!?!?!?!?😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵

(NR Wukong) I doubt she would get baby fever on the fly, but you do things that may build up to it. Like it's one thing for you to take Care of Li as you treat her like a daughter and treating Her boyfriend Stu like a son. What stranger is that you do the same for Their friends as well, even spoiled rich girl Ao bing wasn't safe from your fathering. Wukong finally asked what has gotten into you lately, that's when you told her that you wanted a baby cub. You told her, when a lost boy had mistaken you as his father and even when you found his real father, he still wouldn't stop calling you baba and you felt strange ever since😣. Wukong jaw dropped her husband got baby fever and he doesn't even know, well then...........

(Wukong) F*CK ME!!!!!!🤤🥵

(Male y/n)...........................Now I normally would but I feel like it's different this time😳😦

(HIB Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh boi you make her ovaries explode every second of every day. I mean, they did that when she first met you, and you kept doing that now. You take care of silly boy the most making sure he stays out of trouble, and make sure to groom Luier and take care of her hair. When Wukong saw that she was down for the count, then you delt the final blow when you were called baba by both the kids and some other children in the village who saw you as a father figure. Wukong couldn't take it anymore

(Wukong) cubs, cubs, Cubs CUBS!!!!! I WANT MORE CUBS🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

(Male y/n) WUKONG PLEASE WE'RE IN PUBLIC!!!!!😣😳

(MKR Wukong) She would never know she had baby fever until its to late for her, like it's was one thing for fruity to address you as baba and you don't have an opinion on it. Then she sees it everywhere you guys go together, whether it be a small boy who needs his ball back from a tree, or a little girl who sad that her plushie ripped and you sat there and sew it back to together. Then what shocked Wukong was how you got lots of rebellious teenagers to open up and vent alot easier then the monk and even their own parents did. Wukong was admittedly impressed with your quirks, but the blow was a mother struggling with her baby and you took the baby boy from her and he immediately stopped crying as you spoke sofly to him.

(Wukong) I.....I think I wanna baby😳😳😳

(Male Y/n) Yeah, I'll do that in a minute hun🙄😒😑

(Netflix Wukong) Now I see her baby fever being caused by her lack their of a family growing up😥 She was all alone for most of her youth until you made it better. Well then she met dragon king, and Lin and finally you, the village weirdo although you were completely unorthodox you were kind, patient and supportive. You never judged her and for that she fell in love with you, but lately she's been feeling a bit hollow like something is missing until she saw what it was. You were playing with the village children, from making up games, and drawing and making snacks for them. Wukong eyes Widened at the care you give to them, and so it clicked she knew what was missing.

(Wukong) Y/n...I want a baby🥺

(Male y/n) ABOUT TIME I wasn't doing all the fatherly stuff for NO reason😑😠

(BMW Wukong) You were always quite rough around the edges and that's what she like about you, but what she didn't know what about your baby fever. It was a bit before she met you and you were hired to watch over a celestials child for a few days, and you turned out to be more of a father then the girls really that which broke your heart then you met your wife. You never brought it up to her in fear of you would come off as pressuring her, but your wife was smarter and more aware then you thought.

(Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh Y/n, how do you feel about cubs

(Male Y/n) I would like that, but I hope you know their might be more than one at the first try😐😐😐

(Wukong)..........what do you mean by that😳😳😳😳😳

(Destined one) Ok, so you were acting strange lately. She's been noticing how you like to lay on her stomach at all times while slightly whimpering. She felt your hollow feelings and mild depression and it's been going on for a while. When the destined one asked what was wrong, you just told her that something was missing. That when you and your wife had separate experiences, she had saved a young child from another demon who wanted to eat her, and the little clung on to her for safety while in the village you had tended to a crying little girl who scraped her knees and you put a Bandage on it making her smile and you both figured out what was missing.

(Destined one) IMPREGNATE ME AT ONCE!!!😫😫😫

(Male Y/n) I WANNA A BABY MONKEY CUB!!!!!!🤩🤩🤩

(Both) WAIT REALLY?!?!?!?😳😳😳

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[eleanor-bradstreet]

Okay I'm back from a whirlwind zip through London and Florence, heart full of love and eyes full of Benophie so let’s make a breakdown of my errant unhinged thoughts on the season 4 sneak peek!

Benophie: They are somehow both my parents and my children 🥹

Goobie hurts either his ears or his delicious slender fingies and then tries to play it off hoping no one saw

Beneloise are going to continue to be the best, obviously

Violet. VIOLET 🥵 Mama is ready to SLAY. Marcus better be disguised as a cat at this party because that man should be on all fours ready to lap up whatever treats she gives him.

Also: don't even get me started on Eloise of Arc there in the background and how the show dressed her in the coolest possible iteration of this costume. Holy shit, season 4, slow down. I’m starting to think this is a quality tv show…

LOOK at the masquerade! LOOKADDITT!! This is not the cacophony of metallic technicolor vomit season 3 taught me to expect. This is not chintzy flowers and sequins. This is a reversion to season 1’s muted palette. This is dark fantasy. This is the masquerade in The Labyrinth. It’s spooky, it’s moody, and it’s better than I had ever hoped for from Jess Brownell. She said herself Bowie covers may make it onto the soundtrack. I’ll start to pray now.

Uh, Jess Brownell...is that you?

The unicorn-head lady is absolutely sending me 🤣🤣

My sweet, beloved, beautiful John all returned from Scotland and having fun 😭😭😭 why do you do this to me

So clearly costuming decided both to grant mercy to Penelope and bypass her Leprechaun-ification (presumably problematic given Nic is Irish) and give Pirate Colin his Behemoth-Hatted Pirate Wife, Penelope the Blonde. I think Pen has just become Nicola at this point. It's...a lewk and I'm here for it. But who exactly wants to speak to Mrs. Bridgerton now that she's a known mole for the Queen is beyond me.

There she is, the people's princess, absolutely radiant 🥹🩶

Benedict being a smart ass: "Please enter my mother's domicile to begin your tenure of servitude while I begrudgingly permit you to have free will, all the while intending to grabass you in the halls and woo you into being mine forever."

Cinderella era, here we gooooooo

God, they already look like bitches. I'm going to love to hate them.

*screaming, crying, throwing up* as he holds her like she's made of glass; like she's a dream that will evaporate if he looks away, as he touches her for the first time and teaches her to dance 🫠 The way I have DREAMED of this for YEARS 💙

MY COTTAGE MY COTTAGE MY COTTAGE MY COTTAGE WET MY COTTAGE

EX-FUCKING SCUSE ME, WHO INVITED CLIVE OWEN ONTO THE SET? I legitimately had to pause to realize this was him because I saw both Clive Owen and EDMUND first and now I'm remembering how a critic ages ago described the similarity to Clive and also how good the casting is that he looks just like his father and I fucking CAN'T and he's not the only thing that's soaking wet and heaving 😰 giving her those fuck me eyes right from the get

Apparently because his disguise is so shit, his masquerade tekkers is to whip out his gravely Batman voice. Okay, Bruce Bridgerton, calm down. You won't tell your mother? I recall this was also your concern three seasons ago. Always sneaking behind Violet's back, aye? Just kidding, baritone daddy. Let's keep our dirty gazebo secrets together uwu

They did it. They fucking did it. They gave him the phaeton.

THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO AHEAD AND RIP MY OVARIES OUT WITH YOUR BARE HANDS SHONDA? GO RIGHT AHEAD AND SHOW ME CANON PAPA BEARDTHONY AND WATCH ME DIE RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY COMPUTER SCREEN. THANKS.

So, in summary...

Season 4 already looks waaaaaay better than I had dared to hope for. The palette. The vibes. The obvious book accuracy. I have...no notes, other than to squeal in barely-contained excitement for *checks watch* about 18 months. Here's hoping it ultimately does satisfy. I'm at least grateful for the very juicy crumbs we're getting in the meantime 💙

[madamechrissy]

Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Little violence here. Breeding kink (Suguru needs twins duhh) Car blow jobs, cunnilingus, rough sex, hair pulling, very very very sexy Sugu (help my ovaries)

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your abusive groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through.

Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong? Not like you don't wanna straddle him or anything...

Chapter 9 - Masterlist

Chapter 10

You stand outside Mahito’s house the next day, watching as Suguru marches up to the door, one hand holding yours in its big grip. He’s so tall, so powerful, and you realize that you’ve never seen him like this before, in pure fucking anger. It’s intimidating, but also incredibly hot, the normally calm Suguru Geto just on fire right now.

Fuck you love him.

He’s banging on the door  loudly with three sure knocks, and when Mahito opens it, his face drops when he sees him in confusion, but when he looks at you, he smirks instead, making you feel disgusted. As you look at Mahito’s little frame and then look at Suguru’s tall, broad form you’re confused that you found Mahito attractive, he looks like a little boy compared to him.

You’d had the image but now you see them, Suguru towering over him in the doorway.

“Aww, coming to bring her back? Do you have a receipt maybe, I don’t know… she looks more damaged now.” His eyes assess you, and you instantly feel awful, but Suguru smirks at him, walking right past him to his house.

Mahito’s house is a chaotic mess, lines of coke just sitting on a black tray on his table, clothes scattered everywhere. Suguru cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing in the room, even through the loud music Mahito is blaring. He rolls his blue eyes, swiping back his long light blue hair, and you can’t believe you found any affection from him, he’s clearly so cold.

“Yeah, come right in.” He shuts the door, crossing his arms then, in a ripped up shirt while Suguru is wearing a goddamn suit looks so fucking hot you can’t even deal with it.

You really upgraded, you think with a little smile.

“What’s got the stupid smile on your face? Getting used like a whore got you that happy over there-” And that’s when Suguru grabs him by the neck, slamming him into the wall so hard you can hear the thud echo. You flinch a bit at that.

“Keep your mouth shut, before it’s permanently shut. Got me?” Mahito is strangled then, clinging to Suguru’s hand to breathe, turning red.

Mahito laughs maniacally like a psycho as Suguru lets him down, coughing and rubbing his throat. "Ah, the new boyfriend. You're really playing this role huh?" Mahito says, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement.

"You're gonna regret the day you laid a finger on her," Suguru growls, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down your spine, but Mahito just smirks, his eyes flickering with something dark.

"I don't know what you're talking about, she begged for me.” Suguru scoffs, grinning then and looking over behind his shoulder at you.

“She only begs for me.” That makes you giggle, and you see Mahito finally glare over at you. “I should thank you, for letting her go finally. But… nah.” Then Suguru slams his fist into his stomach with a swift move.

“Oh my-fuck!” He cries out, huffing, holding his stomach bent over and honestly pathetic. Your torn between thinking Suguru is hot as fuck, being disturbed by the violence, and a little bit of sickness at such a thing.

It is mostly Suguru being super hot, though.

"You think I'm playing a role? This isn't a fucking game." Suguru's fists are clenched, his knuckles white with rage, and Mahito stumbles back, sneering.

"Look at you, fighting for nothing. She’s nothing.”

“You want her awfully bad, don’t you? Why don’t you admit it, that she was too good for you, so out of your league you had to manipulate her.” Suguru’s words run through you as he is snatching up Mahito by his shirt.

Mahito just looks right at you, somehow still grinning. He was truly crazy, you know that punch had to have hurt. “Her mouth was pretty good-”

"You're a pathetic excuse for a man, just a whiny little bitch." Suguru has punched him again, this time even harder, and you wonder if the crunch you hear is him breaking a rib.

“You know her mouth is good, has she shown you yet? I taught her everything she knows.” He blows a kiss, somehow still standing and laughing, fuck dude is disturbed, and you were with him.

Suguru pauses, and you see the veins in his neck pulse. “Suguru… maybe that’s enough?” You murmur then, but you see his dilated eyes, like pure black nearly the pupils are so big.

“Aw, you still care sweetheart? Are you desperate for him like you were me? Begging for a touch?”

You glare over at Mahito. “Never mind, go for it,” you say, and Suguru has his hand back on his throat, shoving him up on the wall.

 "I like you feisty, hmm. Kinda making you attractive.” Mahito is speaking even as Suguru’s hand tightens.

“Listen, this is just a warning. Stay away, or I’ll bring my friends, and I promise you’ll regret not taking this offer.” Suguru lets him go again, after shoving him onto the floor. 

Mahito laughs, the sound grating and cold. "You think you know her? She's pathetic, and she'll come crawling back to me when she's had enough of your pity fucks."

The words are like a slap in the face, and you flinch. Suguru's eyes narrow, and he bends over and hits Mahito again, sending him sprawling to the ground. You wince a bit, the hit so hard it had to hurt, and finally Mahito’s just coughing up on the floor, and his laughter is gone.

“You don’t get to manipulate her anymore. All because you wish you could have ever gotten anyone like her, this is the only way you can, isn’t it?”

“Fucking… she’s not yours. She won’t ever be. She knows I’m the only one who will take her as broken as she is.”

“She doesn’t want you. And if you touch her again, I’ll make sure that hand will never fucking work. I’ll shatter it so you can’t even jerk yourself to the thought of her. You think you were ever good enough?” Suguru is on his knee now, pulling him by his collar, and Mahito finally sighs, looking at you, then him, saying nothing.

“Sugu… maybe time to…” You’re murmuring, and Suguru nods, letting Mahito go, and he falls with a thud to the ground, coughing up, suddenly quiet.

“Princess, you don’t want to hit him? I’ll hold him for you.” Suguru’s dangerous glint in his eyes shows you an entire new side of him, as he protects you, as he cares for you, and you fall deeper, in the living room of your ex.

You had faced so much abuse, mentally…

Now physically.

But…

“I can’t.” You whisper, and Mahito is staring up at you in confusion, brows drawn together, and Suguru sighs, letting him go.

“Touch her pretty face again and I’ll make you look unrecognizable. Don’t come near her. Got it?” Mahito says nothing, he is still staring at you, and the look makes you shiver in fright for some reason.

“Let’s go, Sugu.” You say again, softly, holding out your hand for him, and he takes it, leading you out, and you can just feel the eerie stare like a hole burned in your back.

“You all right, Princess?” Suguru asks softly, and you nod, clinging to him then, electricity rushing through your veins like nothing you’ve ever felt.

“I love you, Suguru Geto.” Is all you whisper, and he exhales then, picking you up and holding you off the floor, you’re just dangling there, arms wrapped around his neck, enwrapping in his silky hair.

“I love you, Princess. I hope I didn’t scare you… I held myself back.”

“That was holding back!?”

“Oh yeah. Wanted to fucking kill him.” You tremble a bit, and he carries you to the car then, popping you on the hood for a moment and kissing you right on it, in front of the quiet neighborhood, in front of Mahito’s house.

You feel so good in his arms, strong and safe, and you ache to be there forever, brushing his long, silky hair back and kissing him over and over, sighing as you feel the adrenaline in your veins from how good you feel. Then you shiver, and see the blinds open and you freeze. Suguru looks down at you, caressing your face gently.

“Ready to come to my place?” You nod, focusing on him now, and he pouts a bit, running his hands down your arms gently. “It’ll be okay, I’ll keep you safe.”

You exhale, falling against him and letting him hold you close, you inhale his perfect scent, the intoxicating sandalwood that always lingers, as his big arms hold you so tightly. You do feel safe, even with Mahito’s gaze burning a damn hole in your back, you just worry that you’ve brought Suguru trouble, and you hate that.

“Let’s go, love.” You swoon at the word damn near, and nod, sliding into his fancy sports car, and soon you’re back on the highway, as the morning sun keeps rising, brightening everything around you all.

“I’m so excited!” He chuckles a bit.

“I should have brought you last night but we were…” His hand is on your bare thigh, fingers gripping the soft inner part. “Occupied.”

Your heart flutters in your chest, but as you look down at his hand you frown, seeing the knuckles all reddened and chafed. “Are you okay, Sugu?”

“I used to get into brawls, that was nothing.” You tilt your head curiously, watching two pieces of hair fall out of his bun then. You realize you still have so much to learn about him.

“Can I clean these up?”

“If you want to, Princess. I’m good though.” He smiles at you, and your heart flutters at the look in his eyes. “I won’t let him touch you. If you gotta move in…”

“Suguru! That’s crazy talk though, yeah?”

“I don’t know, is it?” Your mouth drops open, and he focuses on the road now as you all drive, squeezing your thigh now with his big hand.

“You can’t just have me move in to protect me. I don’t think he’ll really hurt me, I think he-”

“He already hurt you.” He says with a glare, and you sigh, because he’s right, you don’t really know what he’s capable of. “Something about him is fucked. How the fuck did you think that was a good dude to be with? No offense, please love. But…”

“No, I never thought he was a good dude. It was that I thought he was what I deserved though, shit better than I deserved.” Your voice is quiet as he continues driving, you watch his hand clutch the steering wheel, the perfect jawline clench.

“I hate that you felt that way.”

“It’s because… well, my dad left me, so it fucked my mentality.” You look away a bit, and he squeezes your thigh reassuringly again.

“I heard some in your sleep, I didn’t wanna pry.” He says softly, and you feel embarrassed, as your mind whirls.

“You did?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to wait for you to tell me. I don’t want to hear something you didn’t want me to know yet. So I just pushed it away.” You all come to a red light, and the soft glow of the sun makes Suguru’s golden skin glow so beautifully. You scooch closer, caressing his cheek, watching his dark lashes lower over those chocolate eyes of his.

“Thank you for that, really. I was planning to get into that soon.” You kiss his lips as the light goes green, and he pulls you against him, huffing a breath.

“Whenever, Princess.”

“Dad left me and mom when I was young, and well… I tried to connect with him, I didn’t wanna believe he’d just leave. So I was a brat you know, to mom, I feel horrible.”

“You were a kid.”

“I know. But…”

“Nah, a kid doesn’t know or realize why someone would do something so shitty, so don’t put that on yourself. You put enough.” You blink back emotion, snuggling against his strong arm now, sighing.

“Thank you for that, Sugu.”

“Anything for you, Princess.” He murmurs, kissing your head then, and you inhale his scent, letting it fill your senses, as you feel his warmth.

“I tried to connect and eventually he came out and said he had never wanted me, wanted a kid at all.”

“Oh fuck…”

“Yeah. Um, that hurts.”

“No shit that hurts. Fuck him.” You giggle then, unexpedtedly, peeking up at his perfect profile. “Fuck whoever didn’t want you, first off, second off how do you not want your own kid?”

“I agree, if I have a kid I want to be the best mom ever.”

“I bet you will cry over all their boo-boos.”

“Hey!” He’s grinning, looking so damn handsome you have to peck more kisses along his cheek bone. “You’re right though.”

“You want kids?”

“Yes, I’ve always wanted to be a mom. You seem to wanna make me one!?” He chuckles again, and you giggle along with him, as you come to another red light, and he plants a soft kiss on your lips, hand sliding higher and making you ache.

“I’ve never thought about it until my best friend got his wife pregnant, when I was on that vacation with the prettiest woman ever.” You flush bright pink at that, as he purrs the damn words.

“You’re too charming, should be illegal.”

“Mmm, it should be illegal to look that good.”

“Flatterer!”

“No, because I mean it, Princess.” You sigh, running a hand along the back of his neck, against his silken hair.

“I love you, Suguru Geto. You make everything in my past seem like… stepping stones almost, to get to you.” He exhales at that, eyeing you carefully, emotion on his features clear as day.

“That’s what they are, but I wish you didn’t have to go through any of it. I wish I could take all your hurt away.”

“Oh, Sugu… I’ll never stop crying if you’re so sweet!”

“I’ll stop being sweet then.” He murmurs, then he’s sliding his hand up, finding you under your skirt, soaking wet. You whine then, as you grow wet so quickly it’s embarrassing, and he groans as he feels it. “You’re fucking soaked.”

“Mnh!” Is all you manage, as his finger circles your little clit, and your hips jerk up, craving more of his touch, and your hand starts sliding to his lap, rubbing him over his slacks, feeling the bulge already pressing.

“Fuck.” Is all he murmurs, then he sucks in a breath as you unzip him, flipping your position until you’re on your knees in the seat. “Princess…”

“Let me suck you, please Sugu?” You pout up at him as he comes to a stop for a moment, then he curses under his breath.

“How am I gonna say no to this offer?” You grin as he helps release himself, his thick cock springing out when he undoes his pants and yanks down his boxers. You damn near drool, bending down and licking hip up his length, following the vein that wraps his cock. He groans out, hand shaky as it brushes your hair back. “Jesus fucking christ, Princess.”

“Mmm. Yummy.” You whisper, and he’s driving on the road, while your head is bobbing, and he rolls up the tinted windows then, kicking on the air as you suck him up and down, swirling on the tip.

“F-fuck! You’re doing so good, love.” He murmurs, and it urges you on, as one of your hands starts pumping up and down and you focus on the tip, tongue on the sensitive ridge of his, lapping up salty precum. He’s inhaling and exhaling so loud, as his hand grips in your hair now, and you’re soaking wet, dribbling out of your little hole, down your thighs.

The engine of the car hums as you suck him off, eager and desperate to taste him, to please him, to hear his every moan and sigh. Suguru��s cock is thick in your mouth, twitching as you suck hard, your cheeks hollowing, making his hand tighten in your hair, and you moan around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.

“Princess, oh my god- I- will you slow down!?” You pull away with a popping sound, licking your lips and peeking up at him, his adam’s apple bobbing, hand in your hair even tighter.

“Too much, Sugu?” You tease, earning a glare, and it just urges you on. “You can eat me out and make me cum like five times, let me get you off.”

“Not this quick, nuh uh.”

“Yes, huh.” You both glare, but as you stroke his cock, twisting your little hand you watch him melt. “I wanna swallow your cum. Let me.”

“Where did you come from? I’ll never know.” He gently strokes your cheek, as he hits another light, and at that point that touch alone gets you close to cumming, the thrill of being in this car, the taste of him, it’s all too much. “Let me just…”

Suguru’s hand reaches around, and now he’s playing with your cunt, sinking a finger in, watching as you shiver, as you whimper out from pleasure, gushing down his hand, before sticking his fingers back in his mouth, moaning as he sucks your arousal off. “Sugu! Why do you gotta be so hot!?”

“Says you. You want all this cum in that throat, Princess?” You nod, eagerly, then he grips your hair, arching up his hips and shoving his cock so deep, you drool as you suck it down, eagerly taking his cock down to the base, your throat tightening around him. He’s fucking your mouth now, your nose brushing his pelvis, and he’s groaning, breathless.

He’s back to touching you again, only to suck on his fingers, tasting you each time, and the way he wants to so desperately urges you on more, as you swallow around his cock, your throat working, taking as much of him as you can. You feel his cock swell, his balls tighten under your touch as you drool down them, his thighs tense under the hand braced there.

Fuck he’s sexy.

“You’re too good at this, mmm- ah - Princess. You’re so good.” You eat up every bit of his praise, as you feel him throbbing now, and you know he’s close. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, back up, don’t want you- hey! I said- ah fuck, you’re such a brat!”

You don’t back up, you know he worries about choking you, but you’re so ready, as your cunt is so wet and there’s pressure in your tummy, just from sucking him. Suguru  starts to spurt his hot, thick cum into your mouth, and you take all of it, your throat contracting as you swallow everything.

“F-fuck…” His breathy cry shows you how sensitive he is, as you ease up, lapping every bit up and pressing little kisses to his tip, he jerks, sensitive, as you finally sit up, licking your lip.

“Yummy.” You murmur, and his lidded eyes drink you in, pulling over to the side of the road then, and your giggle is stopped when he slams his lips on yours, hands pulling your hair back roughly. “Mnh!”

“What do you do to me?” He whispers softly, cupping your face in his big hands, as cars whirl past you all. Your pussy is soaked when he’s touching you again, endlessly teasing your little clit, to where you can’t take it anymore.

“Suguru, I'm dying. Let’s get to your place. Please.” Suguru is kissing down your throat, and you’re crying out as his wet, hot lips decorate the delicate skin, your head tilting to the side.

“Wanna lick you right here.” His husky words do more damage to your already addled mind, as you lose sense of where you even are.

“How far? Mnh!” He nips your neck, his hands squishing your breasts in his grip, your nipples hardening to little peaks against his palms, your own hands are gripping his shoulders so tight.

“Twenty minutes. Ugh. Need you though.” You’re both desperate, as you kiss messily, teeth clicking together. “When you get there I don’t know if I’ll let you leave.”

“You gonna kidnap me? Yandere much?” He laughs, as do you now.

“You’re such a little nerdy brat.” You both kiss again, a little easier now. “I can’t ever get enough of you.” His eyes are dilated now, blown out, and you see him hardening again, making your eyes dart to it, then back to his, he flushes.

“I can do it more?” He groans, shaking his head.

“No, no, uh uh. Can’t take more, I’ll fucking wreck the car. Too good at it.” He speaks through gritted teeth, and you can’t stop the blissful, flushed feeling you get from his words, his touch, his energy. You bite your lower lip, hands sliding up his hard chest, sighing.

“Then let’s get to your place. Need the tour.”

***

You don’t see much of his house at first, it’s little glimpses more than anything, as you and Suguru Geto tear into each other, lips melding, until he turns you, your ass against him, kissing down the side of your neck. It’s tickling and tingling, every nerve ending is on fire as you focus, trying to take in the sleek, modern home Suguru lives in, beautiful and wide open.

“Oh fuck, it’s so pretty here, Sugu.” You murmur softly, he’s too busy touching you to respond more than a little grunt in your ear. Your hands hold his as his arms wrap around you, drinking in every detail now, noticing little paintings along the wall over the pretty fireplace. “Ooh!”

“Knew you’d like those.” He murmurs, and you turn to look up at him, damn near with hearts in your eyes, you adore him so much it just hurts.

“Can I go see?” You ask softly, Suguru nods, and comes to your side, guiding you by holding your hand. “Who even has fireplaces?”

He smirks at that. “I’ve only used it once. We could try it tonight?”

“That would be so cool!”

“You’re adorable.” You lean up on your tiptoes, to get a better view of the pretty paintings that adorn them, noting the oil texture, and you gently run your fingers on the air over it, not touching, but you can feel it, the emotion in them. The room is cool, as the air blows gently down your skin, sending a slight chill, making you shiver as you look at them intently.

“These are gorgeous. Who is the artist? I see no signature.” Suguru sobers up a bit then, and you look at him curiously, as he hunches just a bit, a hand running through silken locks, long and blown in various directions from the drive. You gently touch his arm then. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, of course it is.” He gives you a small little smile, one that breaks your heart then, with the sadness in his eyes pouring through. “My mother did these.”

His mother.

Fuck you know nothing yet, do you? You see the hurt clear as day and it breaks you, as you feel your throat tighten with the emotion, as you feel his energy. You look back to the beautiful paintings, the one in the middle catches your eye, it’s a dark figure but swirled with stars, as if the person was just outer space itself. It was so well done, and you could feel the passion she poured into it.

“Suguru, she was so talented, truly. I look at art all day. This is so beautiful, you can feel the… longing almost? The open mind, was she a bit of a daydreamer?” His mouth parts, and you tense then. “Shit, I should not assume! I shouldn’t-”

“No, she was. Um. She was always one with her nose in a book, head in the clouds, kind of spacey in places.” His voice takes a pained tone, and he sighs a bit, looking down.

“Like a dreamy smile on her face?” You ask, his eyes lock on yours, going wide then for a moment.

“How could you know that?” He asks, and you step a little closer, hands gently holding his own, feeling how stiff they’ve gone.

“Art can tell you so much about a person. I bet she was so beautiful. One day, if you want, you should show me. Is that okay to ask?” His eyes glitter then, and he opens his mouth, then closes it, as you realize you must have overstepped. “Oh my god, please don’t feel you have to. I don’t want to be disrespectful.”

“No, you’re not.” He says stiffly, and then he looks back at the painting, then back down at you. “When are you gonna show me your art?”

“I’ll show you whenever you want. At my apartment it’s there, but we were… occupied.” You blush, and he smiles just a bit.

“You remind me of her? Is that weird to say?” Suguru’s voice breaks you, and you can’t stop the fresh tears that build in your eyes.

“No, not at all. That’s a huge compliment. I imagine who raised a man like you was an incredible person.” Suguru turns away then, covering his face with a hand, and you gently touch his back.

“I don’t ever really talk about this.”

“You don't have to. I’m too much! Please… I’m so sorry-”

“No.” He turns now, taking you in his arms, and you see the redness right around his eyes, as he bends down, holding you so tightly. “Mom would have loved you. I wish… fuck.”

“Suguru, I’m so sorry.” Tears pour down your cheeks as your heart aches for him, and then he’s kissing you, drinking the salty tears up, and you cling to him tightly.

“I don’t… talk about them. Ever.” He whispers, and you shatter, you hurt so badly for the man you love, it’s like you feel it all, his grief, what he holds in.

“It hurts to talk about them, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it does, but then… I should remember them. How did I not realize how similar you two are?” He kisses your forehead sweetly, exhaling, as you two hold each other in front of the fireplace, soft lights from outside filtering through.

“I wish I could have met her too. I’d thank her for having you.”

“Why do you do this!? It’s not manly to fucking cry.” You both laugh through your emotion, and he’s cupping your face, shaking his head as he studies you. “You bring out too many things in me.”

“You do too, Suguru.”

“No, you’re a little open book, miss tears.” He swipes them away as he speaks, and you tremulously smile. “I fall deeper every moment.”

“Suguru, so do I. Every second I breathe, I fall more.” He takes your lips back in his, gently holding you close, and you fell into the embrace so easily, fuck nothing feels more right than being here, in his arms.

“I would love to show you some photos sometime. And talk more.”

“Really!?” He nods, and you smile brightly, his breath catches, chocolate eyes lidded then.

“You’re the most beautiful person there is. You know that?” You look down, flushing with his praise, but he tilts your chin up. “You are.”

“Thank you, Suguru Geto. You make me feel beautiful every day. I don’t even know what life was before you.” Your arms wrap around his neck, popping little kisses along his jawline, feeling him tense now, your breasts pressed on his chest.

“I feel this place was lonely without you.” He says then, and your heart pounds in your chest, as you snuggle into his warm embrace.

“Oh Sugu, that’s how I feel about my place. Lonely now. We really got spoiled with that trip.” His lips are hot on your cheeks, as he plants kisses across your face gently.

“We did. Are you hungry, love? Thirsty?” You nod, and he chuckles, breath tickling your neck. “Which one?”

“Both. For you.” Your eyes lock onto his, and you watch those full lips part open, his gaze getting glazed over, you feel him getting tense against you.

“I wanted to kill him today.” The change in subject surprises you, and your eyes dart up to his serious face nervously, making you gulp a bit, throat dry. “I want to kill him, still, for everything he fucking did.”

“Suguru, I’m yours though. Yours.” He exhales, then he’s picked you up, and you cling to him, legs around his hips, his hands gripping your ass tightly.

“All mine, and no one else can touch you.” His words send shivers down your spine, and now you remember just how wet you were, how ready. How much you crave to fall in his arms, always.

“Show me that bed, Sugu.” You whisper against his lips, and before you know it you’re up the stairs, and you’re pressed against a huge, soft bed, with black and red blankets and pillows.

“Didn’t I promise you’d love when I pushed your head into it?” Suguru’s voice makes you tremble with need, you eagerly lick your lower lip and turn around, ass in the air, Suguru’s sharp intake of breath urges you.

“Like this, Sugu?” Your head falls, ass pressing back, then he grips you tightly, shoving your skirt up and yanking down your panties, all sticking to you.

“What good have I done to earn you in my bed like this?” He’s pulling you then, to the edge of the bed, your knees up and spread, and you’re open and waiting, shaking as you feel his breath on your cunt, just that alone has you whimpering. “Mmm, are you so easy for me, Princess? Haven’t licked you yet.”

“I could cum from a flick. I'm so sensitive.” You grumble, and he’s chuckling now, even more hot breaths as he grabs your ass, hands digging in and squishing as you jerk like crazy, wetness drooling down your lips.

“Let’s see if it’s true.” Then he’s there, his tongue sliding along your slit, making you jolt and arch up, grip the bed tightly.

“Sugu!” You cry out, legs trembling at how good it feels, and he keeps licking you, his hot tongue so fucking good as he’s tasting you, his teeth scraping your little clit, his chin against your entrance.

“You taste s’good, mmm.” He whispers against your folds, between more sloppy kisses, and you bite your lip to keep from screaming out, your eyes rolling back, your hips rocking back to meet his mouth.

You start to cum hard, and he keeps licking, keeps working you, until your thighs are trembling and your knees threaten to give out, but he’s got you, his arms around you, holding you up, his mouth never leaving your pussy, never letting you go. Your legs are just giving out, toes curling up under knee high socks he hadn’t taken off yet, fabric brushing the blankets with each movement.

“Suguru! Oh my- I- ngh!” You let out strangled, muffled cries, face still pressed in the bed as you shatter, as your oversensitive cunt is just gushing all over his face. You can hear him lapping you up, sipping your cum, before you hear him unbuckle his belt, and you get even wetter, craving him to fill you.

“Need you, now, Princess.” His voice is gruff, you arch your ass more, making him suck in a breath, then he’s got his cock in his hand, guiding it into your eager hole. Fuck he’s so deep like this, slamming through your slit straight to your cervix, making you scream out, pushing up on your arms.

“Suguru, so so good, yes, yes.” You’re mumbling incoherently, and he grips the skirt you still wear, using it to anchor himself deeper, in a brutal thrust that nearly knocks you over, and it pushes you over the edge again. “Ah!”

“Can you take it rough, love? Need to… claim… you’re mine…” He’s frenzied, as he struggles to hold back, sliding in and out of your cunt as gently as he can. You peek back at him, still in his dress shirt, his beautiful hair flowing over his handsome features, and your cunt throbs around his cock, as you nod.

“I can take it. Swear. Want it.” You urge him on, hearing his moan behind you, desperate grip on your hip as he starts pounding into you, the sound of skin smacking loud in Suguru’s big bedroom.

“If it’s too much… Tap me yeah?” You nod, then he’s pressing your head down into the mattress and fucking into you, bruising your cervix with each thrust as you’re cumming all around his thick length, as he’s stretching you, and you feel yourself clenching around him, close again. “Fuck you feel so good. Made for me, aren’t you Princess?”

He lifts your head, and you catch a quick breath, as he’s pulling your hair so hard tears prick your eyes, but you love it, you nod eagerly as he’s pulling, cumming all over his cock, his thighs, down to the pants still half on him. He’s sucking in a breath, the hand gripping your hip digging even deeper, thumb against your hip bone pressing and giving you even more pain, but fuck you love it.

“Sugu… sugu… mnh!” You can’t manage to speak, as you see little stars, as he’s fucking you brutal, and you don’t even know how you’re taking it, but you want more, so much more. “Y-yes, yes!”

“Perfect - ah - fuck you’re-” Suguru breaks off with a shaky groan, pushing in and rocking then, he feels himself bottom out in you, and you’re squeezing him like a vice, so tight he can’t move for a moment. “Princess…”

“Sugu…” You whine out, your voice is shaky and hoarse, as your toned thighs are shaking under you. Sugaru’s hands slide down the sides of them, feeling the muscles contract as you back your round ass up for more, he yanks those thigh highs down, to feel more. Fuck he loves your legs, loves your ass, loves your entire body, especially when it’s melting under him.

“Need you naked.” He murmurs, and then he’s pulled out for just a moment, unzipping your skirt to reveal that perfect ass of yours, the one that jiggles so goddamn good, and those sexy dimples in your back. He pulls you to your knees, to slip the top over your head, his hands running over your ribcage, to grip right under your bouncy breasts.

“Suguru, I love you.” You whisper softly, and you’re grinding on his thigh with your hot, soppy cunt, drooling on his pant leg. Huh. Suguru still has those on? He is too absorbed with feeling every inch of you to notice. He feels every inch of you as he lets you grind eagerly.

“I love you, Princess.” He murmurs, then he’s sliding his cock back inside you, as you’re on your knees, and now he holds your firm hips, urging you to bounce on his cock, and you whine out, barely able to grind. He chuckles, inhaling your scent, as he brushes your hair off your delicate neck. “Can’t move, love?”

“N-no, too much. Thighs hurt.” You mumble, and he’s rubbing them then, pressing his fingers into the muscles, so tense, and you shiver, head falling back against his chest. “Mmnh, thank you.”

“Mmhmm.” He bucks his hips up, watching your mouth open wide, eyes scrunching together as you turn your head towards him, and he feels your walls fluttering, making him sensitive. “Better?”

“Y-yes. Mnh…” You can barely speak, Suguru loves getting you here, fuck he loves watching you fall apart for him, loves feeling your abdomen tense, loves feeling that bulge as he slides in so deep. He’s pressing hard, and you’re screaming out, pausing your movements, shaking.

“I can feel my cock here, can you Princess?” He takes your little hand, putting it on your lower tummy, and you gasp as you feel his cock, eyes opening wide to look back at him. Cock drunk eyes, glittering, so beautiful it makes him closer just from that look of yours.

“That’s your- ah!” He shoves up deep again, grinning as your hand presses in, as you feel him, and you start losing the last bit of control.

“You feel it, don’t you?” You nod, grinding on him now, and he’s losing his own control, you’re so hot, wet and tight, your hand clutching his as he moves.

“I feel it. Oh my- cumming- Sugu cum in me. Please.” You beg now, and who is he to turn down such a pretty offer?

Suguru can’t wait till that flat tummy is round with him.

“Cum in you, you want me to fill you up?”

“Please, please… put those babies in- ah- me!” You beg now, and you feel your every nerve on fire, everywhere he touches is making your muscles tense, your body is going weak, twitching as you feel his huge bulge in your tummy.

“You’ll look so fucking beautiful, filled with me.” His husky voice kills you, and now he grabs your face with one hand, slamming his firm lips on yours, and you’re screaming out into them, letting him drink your cries. You’re shattering around him, blinded by the force of your orgasm, and then he’s pushing your hips down, and pumping in you, groaning.

His hot cum fills you up so full, you can’t even take it, so hot as it coats your walls, you feel his panting breaths on your lips, feel him shiver under you as his cock twitches. Your aftershocks are milking his cock for every bit sucking that cum up in deep, making him softly whine out, so sexy you can’t take it.

“You ovulating or something? Fuck.” He groans out, and you giggle.

“I wouldn’t know. Why?”

“It’s like you want all this cum, sucking me dry.” You giggle again, leaning your head back on him, your entire body weak from your exertions.

“I think I always am for you. Ever since you said you wanted twins in here.” You pull up his hand, putting it on your tummy.

“It would be so sexy round with me. It’s true.”

“Freaky Sugu.”

“Says you.” You’re bright pink, as he eases out of you, making both of you hiss out a bit at the sensation. “Did I go too rough?”

“No, I liked it rougher.” You’re even pinker now, and he smirks.

“You’re so cute. My little virgin.”

“Not at all now! You’ve done all kinds of things.” He chuckles, caressing your cheeks gently.

“Still lots to try with you, pretty.” Your mind runs rampant, but soon he’s helping you clean up, being so gentle and careful with you, it melts you. “Ah she’s all red.”

“I don’t care, she’ll be okay.” He just shakes his head, grinning up at you, stopping your heart with how gorgeous he looks, how much you adore him damn near constricting your throat. You brush his hair back, all wild and messy from fucking into you, he kisses the hand that caresses him.

“Shower?” You nod, and then his phone goes off. He peeks at it, sighing. “Your bestie?”

Suguru snorts, rolling his eyes. “Of course it is. Is it okay-”

“Of course!”

He kisses your cheek, swiping a thumb along the screen, and he puts his friend right on speaker. “Hey Satoru.”

“Sugu! Buddy you put a baby in her yet?” Suguru is bright red, and you are too, to the tips of your ears, looking to Suguru in shock.

“You’re… on speaker, Satoru.” He mumbles, and now you really wanna know just how close these two are.

“Oh shit, hey island babe!” You giggle at the deep voice on the other end, rolling your eyes a bit.

“Hello, Gojo. How are you?”

“How are you? Bet he fucked up your-”

“Satoru!” Suguru growls out, and you hear raucous laughter.

“Sorry, sorry. You good though? I heard some asshole touched you. Need me to pay him a visit?” He doesn’t even know you and he already would protect you, something about that makes your heart swell. You snuggle up to Suguru then, and he wraps an arm around you.

“I’m good now, Suguru decked his ass.” Gojo laughs at that.

“Good, but if it happens again he’s so fucked. Mmm, listen I called because we’re doing a get together at our place. I’d love you to come meet everyone.”

“I would love to!”

“We’ll be there.”

“Good deal. See you heathens tomorrow, I can’t wait for the wifey to meet you.”

“I can’t wait to meet her!”

“Have fun, brats.” Satoru hangs up then, and you look at Suguru with narrowed eyes for a moment.

“What!?”

“You told him you wanna… knock me up!?”

Suguru sighs, covering his face with a hand for a moment. “Listen, we are really, really close. Too close? I’m sorry.”

“How close?”

“Um…”

“Like y'all were together?” You ask curiously, and he chuckles, shaking his head at that.

“No, like best friends though. Like we may have. Fucked women together?” His last words were a mumble, and you blink for a moment.

“Oh god, you were a hoe, huh?”

“Not that big of a hoe!”

“Uh huh.” You poke at his strong chest, fingertips sliding down the lettering of the tattoo you love.

“Are you jealous?”

“Very.” At that he’s grinning, and yanks you against him.

“My hoe days are way behind me. This beautiful girl reformed me. She also has a big ass and-”

“Sugu!!”

“What!?” You both laugh, then he’s dragging you to his bathroom, it’s sleek, modern and huge, the shower alone is bigger than your bathroom.

“Oh it looks so nice, Sugu!”

“Let me wash you, Princess.” He starts the shower, and soon you all are inside of it, the hot water pounding on your already overheated bodies, you get heady as he washes your hair, washes your body, spending too much time on your ass.

“You’re such an ass man.” You tease, and he is smirking behind you, gripping it with soapy hands.

“It’s a perfect match. Are you excited about tomorrow, or nervous?” He asks, rinsing you with the detached head.

“I’m nervous they won’t like me. But excited to meet them!”

“Nah, they’ll love you, promise. You’ll love Gojo’s wife. She’s also one of my very good friends. God, Satoru is such an idiot I was surprised.”

“An idiot huh?”

“You’ll find out.”

“And you fucked girls with him.”

Suguru chuckles at your tone. “I didn’t even know you yet!”

“Hmph.”

“You’re hot when you’re  jealous.” He’s wrapping his arms around your waist, and you feel so goddamn good, this morning seems so distant. You’re still afraid, but with Suguru, you feel like you can handle it, though something about that look… “You okay Princess?”

Mahito’s cruel words still eat at you, you shove them down, looking up at the man who is your everything. “I’m so good, Suguru. Just thinking… how I want nothing to mess this up.”

He frowns a bit then. “I won’t let him touch you.”

“I know, Sugu, I know.” Suguru kisses you deeply, desperately, in his pretty black and white tiled shower, and you try to shove that fear away, but it wants to linger, until you finally lose yourself in him, in his touches, in his taste, in his hold. “Mnh, you’re my everything.”

He pulls back, now you’re facing him, head tilted back, and he’s running a hand down your slick body, down your little waist, up the side of your breast, as his other hand cups your face. “You’re my everything. That’s why I’ll keep you safe.”

“I love you.” He exhales, and you fall into each other.

You don’t want anything to fuck this up.

You don’t know if you can take it.

Chapter 11

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56577688/chapters/149324236