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A/N: I watched maybe two seasons of this show last year and kind of moved past it. I randomly got a Clark Kent fic on my feed last night and suddenly I have a demon in my brain telling me to write. Anyway, there is a horrendous lack of full fledged, non-smut fics for this man, so, here you go.
Summary: Your friend has been distant for months, all of a sudden he's a brand new man. He's practically a puppy dog following after you and you're not sure how to feel. What's a girl to do when she suddenly finds herself looking at not one, but two Clark Kent's?
âHave any plans?â You pull your English book from your locker, fingers stilling as you wait for Clark to respond. Silence stretches between you, long enough to make your brows furrow in confusion. Peering around the edge of your locker door with narrowed eyes, you let out a sigh.Â
You should have seen this coming. As always, Clark is staring at Lana from across the hall, looking like he walked straight out of a sappy romance movie.Â
Sheâs close, so close, but entirely out of his reach. She laughs, tucking a perfect, shiny strand of hair behind her ear, completely unaware of the way Clark pines for her. Always pining. Always looking at her like sheâs the only girl in the world.Â
You could gag.Â
Slamming your locker shut, perhaps harder than necessary, you break Clark out of his trance as he flinches away from the noise. His head snaps toward you, blue eyes narrowed on the irritated scrunch of your face. You smile, forcing the snark out of your expression.Â
âDid you say something?â His voice is kind, expression open, as though heâs finally ready to listen. But the bell rings, cutting into the moment. You only have a minute to sprint to the other side of school.Â
âNo,â you sigh, forcing the stilted smile to stay on your face, âI gotta go.â
âIâll walk with you,â he offers, falling into step beside you. âThat way you can tell me what you actually said,â he teases, giving you that familiar boyish grin that never fails to make you unravel.Â
You bite your tongue for a moment, mind unraveling as you struggle with telling him the truth or not. This is stupid. Heâs Clark, your best friend. Your stupid, oblivious, beautiful best friend. But the way he looks at you, soft and warm as he slows his stride so he can walk together a little longer. Maybe it wouldnât hurt to ask.Â
No. It will definitely still hurt.Â
âWould you want to do something this weekend?â You rush it all out at once and immediately look away from him, terrified by what you might see on his face.Â
Thereâs a beat of silence. Then Clark laughs, light and easy. Your stomach twists and your head shoots up, a disbelieving glare on your face. Youâd known it would be unlikely that heâd return your feelings, but laughing seems below him.Â
âWhyâre you being so weird?â He shakes his head, still grinning. âWeâll just do a movie night like always.â He squeezes your shoulder, casual, friendly, a wholly innocent gesture. Nothing more and nothing different. Itâs completely platonic to him, as it always is. It takes you a moment to realize that he took what you were saying the wrong way. Or, maybe this is just the gentlest way he knows how to let you down.Â
âRight,â you struggle to keep your voice even but it doesnât matter, the dejection slips through your tone. His smile falters slightly and he looks like he wants to say something when the shrill ring of the bell interrupts you both.
âIâll see you later,â he offers but he sounds uncertain. Most of your plans have fallen through lately. Either because he was busy with Lana or off disappearing somewhere. Youâre not sure, but you know the divide is growing larger between you both and youâre getting scared youâre going to lose him.Â
âSure,â you give him a flat smile and he hovers beside you for a moment, like he wants to fix this but doesnât know how.Â
âYouâre going to be late,â you startle slightly and glance over your shoulder. Blake, a boy you share your English class with offers you a shy smile as he hovers by the door, holding it open for you to walk through. Â
âThanks,â you walk past them both and into class, not wanting to look at Clark any longer. You miss the sharp look Blake shoots Clark and the way your friend lingers by the door for a minute before rushing off to his own class.Â
You slide into your seat, lucky to have gotten in before Mrs. Brown, lord knows she would love to make a spectacle of anyone being tardy. Blake follows not far behind you, slipping into the seat beside you as always. Heâs nice enough, quiet, unassuming. Youâve never said more than a few words to each other, but right now all of his attention seems to be on you.Â
He whispers your name and you give him a brief glance and smile, mind still wrapped up in Clark. âUm, I was going to ask,â he stutters over his words for a moment, swallowing thickly before finally meeting your eye. âAre you doing anything this weekend?â
âYeah,â you answer absentmindedly. âI have plans with Clark,â you tell him shortly as Mrs. Brown walks in. You donât have time to explain that youâll probably just end up waiting around your house all weekend. Just to get a brief and incomprehensible explanation of why you were all alone on Monday.Â
He sinks back in his seat with a sigh just as the teacher begins writing the assignment on the board. You shoot him a slightly concerned look before brushing the interaction off as nothing.
Standing in the line at The Talon has become almost a hobby for you. Not just because Clark drags you here constantly, but because he distracts Lana from actually taking any orders. The wait time seems to triple every time he walks into the shop. You hear people grumbling behind you and finally move toward Clark, breaking the unspoken rule of leaving him and Lana alone.Â
âThereâs a line, Clark,â you sing-song, warning him. The both of them flush, breaking their hushed conversation and shooting you a sheepish look.Â
âIâm sorry,â Lana apologizes and you wave her off. âDo you want anything?âÂ
Youâd been considering getting a muffin, but when you look over and see the lovesick smile Clark is giving her, you find your appetite has disappeared. âUh, no, Iâm good.â
Clark turns toward you with a soft frown and he nearly makes you forget just how much you resent him for dragging you along to see this. âI thought you were hungry.â
You glance back at Lana and find her eyes already on him. God, whatâs the point of a breakup if youâre still obsessed with each other? âNo, itâs alright.â
You move away from the counter to step outside, expecting him to stay there and continue flirting despite the angry customers behind them. Youâre surprised when you hear his voice immediately beside you.Â
âHey,â he moves away from the door, a grin on his face. Face wrinkling in confusion, you nod your head in greeting even though youâd just seen him. Your eyes narrow in on the leather of his jacket and your head tilts in confusion. You swear he was wearing a zip up a moment ago. âWhatâre you doing?â He asks, tone light as he stands beside you closer than he normally would.Â
âUh,â youâre tempted to glance over your shoulder and make sure he isnât still standing in The Talon. âDid you hit your head?â He flushes slightly and you laugh. âJust our usual friday endeavors, you moon over Lana and I hold back the mob of angry customers who just want a coffee.â Laughing to ease some of your own tension, it trails off when you see the smile drop from his face.Â
His eyes narrow and he glances toward the shop, âIdiot,â he mutters. You shoot him an affronted look and he blanches, quickly correcting himself. âMe, not you.â You want to question him further but he slings an arm over your shoulder and redirects you away from the shop. Mind a blank slate, you feel your brain break slightly at the simple touch.Â
When you were younger, before Lana, before either of you even knew what crushes were, something like this would mean nothing to you. As it is, though, your friendship seems to have dwindled to nothing but compulsory hangouts and the occasional conversation in the hallway. Something as simple as his arm around you has turned into everything for you.Â
âSo, what are we doing tonight?âÂ
âMovies at your place, like usual,â you remind him. He must have slipped and hit his head on the way out of The Talon. Either that, or he already forgot the plans you made just this morning. Neither would surprise you.Â
His face screws up and he shakes his head, âGod, thatâs lame.â You scoff, shooting him an odd look, not bothering to remind him that it was his idea. âI mean whatâs he-âÂ
Clark cuts himself off, glancing down at you before letting out a short laugh. âHow âbout the fair?â
You reach up and press the back of your hand to his forehead. He gives you a bewildered laugh, taking your hand in his and grinning. âWhat are you doing?â
You lean back slightly, breathless at the awestruck way heâs looking at you. Youâve only ever seen him look atâŚ
Lana, youâve only ever seen a look like this directed at Lana. But now, those deep blue eyes are pulling you in and you feel helpless to fight them. You swallow hard, blinking while you try to remember what you were even going to say.Â
âUh,â licking your lips you donât miss the way his eyes track the movement. âI was seeing if you had a fever. Since when do you want to go out?âÂ
He laces your fingers together and tugs you forward, âSince now.âÂ
Usually, youâre not so quick to look a gift horse in the mouth. Months, youâve been praying he treats you with even a semblance of care he throws toward Lana. Now, you finally get it and you canât help the sick tightening feeling in your stomach telling you this is all wrong.
The fair is less crowded than you had expected. Though, it is nearly the last day itâs in town, you suppose everyoneâs already had their fill of it. You have been trying to get Clark to come with you for nearly a week, maybe this is why he had waited so long to join you. Some of the rides you actually got all to yourself.Â
âYou know these things are rigged,â you tease, watching as he tries and fails at the bottle toss for the third time. The bored teenage girl behind the booth briefly glances up from her book to glare at you both. You shoot her a sardonic smile and she turns to Clark.Â
âYou can just buy the stuffed animal, ya know?â She drawls.Â
âThatâs cheating-â
âWhereâs the fun in that-â
You and Clark share a grin as you speak over each other. The girl pales at your joined voices and returns quickly to her book, muttering something about annoying couples.Â
Your stomach flutters at the idea of you and Clark as a couple but you push it down. âAlright,â Clark chuckles and holds his arm out for you, âletâs get out of here.â
You slip your arm through his easily, smiling up at him. Youâve long since stopped questioning just how touchy he is. Clearly, heâs in a generous mood tonight and you feel like taking advantage of that as much as possible.
âWhere to next?â He asks and your eyes crawl across the fairground, struggling to find something you havenât already done.Â
You toss what must be your third lemonade in the closest bin and shoot him a sheepish smile. âI think Iâll need to go to the bathroom before we do any more rides.â
Heâs slow to let you go, hand drifting down to hold yours as he steps back. âIâll wait by the ferris wheel,â he tells you lowly.Â
Your cheeks flush, eyes widening slightly as you slip away from him. The ferris wheel is notorious among Smallville students as the place to make a move. Everyone knows itâs just couples that ride up in those rickety old cars. Still, Clark is slightly oblivious to stuff like that. You donât want to get your hopes up just for it to ultimately be nothing more than a friendly outing.Â
Rushing toward the sad group of Port-a-potties you let out an annoyed sigh when you see the long line awaiting you. Your foot bounces against the dirt impatiently as you peer around the girl in front of you just to see there has to be, at least, ten people before you.Â
Thereâs a vibration in your pocket before you hear the shrill ringing of your Nokia. Digging it out of your jeans you answer without checking the contact. âHello?â The girl in front of you shoots you a dirty look and you take a step back from her.Â
âHey, whereâre you?â You frown at the sound of Clarkâs voice, glancing around like you might be able to spot him in the crowd. Youâd told him where you were going, why would he be calling?
âYou know where I am,â you tell him, chuckling.Â
Thereâs a slight huff on the other end and you frown, he almost sounds disappointed. âWhat are you talking about? We were supposed to watch movies tonight.â
âOkay, Clark, Iâm officially concerned. Youâve been acting weird all day. Weâre at the fair,â you say slowly, over-enunciating your words like heâs slow. âYou said movies were going to be lame.â
Thereâs a long pause and he utters your name in a concerningly serious tone. âThe person youâre with-â
âAlright, do you mind?â The girl in front of you whips around and snaps at you. Blanching, you lower the phone from your ear and she shoots you an incredibly dirty look.Â
âClark, Iâll see you in a few minutes,â you whisper into the phone.Â
âWait-âÂ
You cut him off, hanging up and shoving your phone in your back pocket. She turns back around and rolls her eyes. It doesnât take long for your Nokia to start ringing again but you figure youâll just meet Clark by the ferris wheel like he said.Â
Low groaning drifts through the noises of the crowd and makes you pause. Tilting your head around the corner of a trailer, the sounds only grow louder. Everything inside you says not to investigate, but the person sounds like theyâre genuinely in pain. You canât just walk away.Â
âHey,â you call out softly. âAre you okay?â
Thereâs no response and you take a hesitant step closer. A scuffed white converse slips from behind the back of the trailer and it looks worryingly similar to Clarkâs. âClark?â You call out, creeping a little further into the dark.Â
Itâs like a cocoon of silence back here, as though the shadows swallow the voices and loud cheering sounds of the games beyond you. âNo,â the small voice croaks out. You see a hand in the dirt and they begin dragging themselves forward. You jump back a step, heart picking up as you watch them get to their feet.Â
This was a stupid idea, walking toward a stranger in the dark. Even in Smallville you couldnât trust everyone. They finally turn and you let out a relieved sigh. âOh, Blake, hey.â
He gives you a weak grimace, clutching his stomach like heâs in pain. âHi.â
âAre you okay?â You ask, taking a step closer to him, trying to get a better look.Â
âFine, fine,â he stutters out, shifting just enough to keep his face half-hidden in the shadows. Even knowing the person lurking within the shadows, you still feel slightly on edge. Something about the way he moves unsettles you. Itâs not as though you know him well, heâs just a classmate. Someone quiet and harmless. Or, you hope heâs harmless, right now thereâs something about him that feels wrong.
âAlright, um, if youâre sure,â you take a careful step backward. Your footâs barely back on the ground when he lunges forward. His hands stretch toward you like heâs about to snatch you into the shadows with him. Youâre stuck deciding whether youâre going to scream or bite him when he jerks back like a puppet being yanked on a string. Â
âSorry, sorry,â he blurts out, breathless. âClark walked by. He- he told me to tell you he was leaving.â
Your stomach twists with panic. Right now you care more about not getting your throat slit in a dark alley than you do about Clark ditching you. Without a second thought, you turn on your heel and run out from between the trailers. You swear you hear footsteps, quick and light, following your path to the cars.Â
Sliding into your car, you lock your doors and peel out of the lot. You leave the fair, and whatever just happened, behind, not looking back. The phone in your pocket vibrates again but you ignore it, too freaked out by what just happened to bother answering. Â
Someone calls your name and you peer around the edge of your locker door, grimacing when you see Blake walking toward you. His brown hair is a mess, like heâs been fussing with it all morning, and his thick glasses, normally perched precariously on his nose, are nowhere to be seen. His normal polished clothes look like theyâre three sizes too big and you frown. Â
âHey,â you drag the word out, trying to sound polite even if his outburst last night left you feeling incredibly unsettled. âFeeling any better?â You hesitate to meet his eyes, and when you do, your annoyance only deepens.Â
Heâs watching you expectantly, like heâs waiting for something.Â
âDid you need anything?â You ask, voice trailing off as you close your locker and take two deliberate steps back.Â
Blakeâs brows furrow and he almost looks hurt before his expression smooths over into something startling unreadable. âUm, no, Iâm sorry,â his gaze drifts past you. The color drains from his face and you barely have a second to process the oddity of this conversation before he turns on his heel and goes barrelling down the hall.
âHey,â Clarkâs familiar voice cuts through your confusion, and you turn to see him striding toward you. Gone is the easy, playful grin he wore last night. He looks more serious than youâve ever seen him, intent on something. âWe need to talk,â he tells you, tone grave.Â
âI know,â you snipe, not bothering to hide your irritation at just leaving you alone at the fair last night. You arenât surprised, heâs been doing that for weeks now. What stings is that, for a little while, you had felt like you were actually friends again, only for him to ruin it.Â
His brow furrows and he glances around the empty hallway with a frown. âLook, we canât talk here, but-â
The warning bell rings, cutting him off. âShit,â you mutter, shoving your books into your bag and turning away from Clark. He calls your name but you wave him off. âLater, Clark, I canât be late again.â He watches you go with a frown, running a hand through his hair before turning toward his own class.Â
Not even ten minutes later you spot him walking past Mrs. Brownâs room. Though, you swear he was wearing a red shirt not a green one. You could be wrong, itâs not as if you had long to take in his outfit.
You figure heâs just passing by and go back to taking your notes. Thereâs a light hiss from the door and you frown, looking up to see him hovering in the doorway and waving you forward. You glare toward Mrs. Brownâs back and shake your head. No way, you mouth.Â
Clark gives you a pleading look, frowning and motioning you forward again. You know that look, youâve been on the receiving end of it for years now. Heâs clearly not going to let go of whatever he was badgering you about this morning.Â
âCan I go to the bathroom?â You call out, not bothering raising your hand. The old batâs half-blind, you doubt sheâd see it anyway.Â
She answers without even bothering to turn around and face you. âIf you need to use the restroom, you do so before my class,â her shaky voice calls out with a huff.Â
You roll your eyes and grab your bag, stuffing your books in it as she turns back to the board. Thereâs no point in arguing with her, sheâs never going to give in. You wait until she drops her eraser. The second she bends over to grab it, youâre bolting toward the door. Clark grabs your arm, dragging you behind him.
He makes a break for the end of the hall, blowing past the geometry class heâs meant to be in. He busts through the school doors and leads you quickly through the courtyard. âClark,â you hiss, trying to hold back a laugh at the stupid grin on his face. âWhat the hell is going on with you today?â
He glances over his shoulder at you, eyes alight with mischief, âCome on, you canât tell me you actually want to listen to her rambling on about Shakespeare for an hour.â
You canât argue with that, but he hasnât done a jail bust for you in a while. Especially not during one of the few classes he shares with Lana. âNo, I didnât,â you pause as you realize heâs leading you to your car and not his truck. âAm I driving?â
âTruck didnât start this morning,â he tells you shortly, not bothering with any further explanation. You swear you saw him drive in this morning but you could be wrong. Itâs not like heâs the only kid driving his dadâs old busted truck in this town. âIâll drive, though, you wonât know where weâre going.â
âOminous,â you snark as he takes your hand in his, directing you toward the passenger door. Gentle hands push you up against the side of the car and he ducks down, leaning into your space. You crane your neck up, flushing slightly at the proximity. Any closer and you could kiss him.Â
âWell?â He questions softly, lips curling up in a half-smile that makes you want to melt. You blink, forgetting what you were doing before you notice his outstretched, open, palm. Swallowing thickly you take your keys out of your bag and place them in his hand. âThanks,â he ducks down, soft lips pressed against your cheek before rounding the front of the car.Â
Your hand drifts toward your cheek, a bewildered smile on your face as you try and regulate your breathing. âWhat the hell?â You mutter, shaking your head slightly. Turning around, you open the car door and slip into the passenger seat.Â
Clark greets you with a grin, scooping your hand up in his as he pulls out of the school parking lot. You donât want to think about the trouble youâre going to be in tomorrow, all you can focus on is how good Clarkâs hand feels in yours.Â
âIâm really starting to feel like Iâm getting kidnapped,â you joke, head tilting to look out the window. The golden fields stretch endlessly, rolling past in waves as the car gets further from town. Houses become scarce, replaced by sprawling farmland and grazing cattle. The further you go, the more isolated you feel.Â
Clark chuckles, but thereâs something off about the sound, a slight wheeze, a strain where there wasnât before. His face crumples and he turns away from you, his knuckles turn white around the steering wheel from his tight grip.Â
âAre you okay?â You reach instinctively toward him but he jerks his hand back. You gasp, jumping back when you catch a glimpse of his face. It ripples, the skin shifting unnaturally, as if something beneath it is struggling to break free.Â
âOh no,â Clark groans, voice strained. His entire body spasms and his hands slip from the wheel. The car lurches violently to the side, tires screeching against the pavement. Panic surges through you, hands bracing against the door as you shout his name.Â
He curls into himself, muscles seizing, leaving the car veering out of control. The telephone pole ahead rushes toward you, growing larger by the second. You throw yourself forward, grasping at the wheel, desperately trying to steer, but Clarkâs foot slams against the gas instead of the brake.Â
Everything happens too fast. A blur flashes in front of the windshield. Then, a sudden stop. Your body flies forward, arms bracing against the dashboard as your head whips forward and back, pain rattling through your spine.Â
You whine in discomfort, slowly sitting up and trying to take in your surroundings. The passenger door is ripped open. You flinch, recoiling instinctively and sending a shock of pain down your body. Your breath stutters as someone ducks their head inside, a startling familiar pair of blue eyes find yours. Â
âClark?â You whisper, gaze flicking to the seat beside you where Clark still sits, doubled over, his breathing ragged.Â
The Clark outside the car reaches in and gently pulls you out. Warm, calloused hands skate carefully over your arms and shoulders. He cups the back of your neck, tilting your head up, thumbs gently smoothing over your jaw as he looks you over.Â
âAre you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?â His voice is soft, thick with concern. His eyes briefly leave yours to double check you for any injuries he might have missed.Â
Your heart pounds. This isnât possible. You must be concussed. You blink rapidly still struggling to wrap your head around the whole two Clarkâs thing when the second one stumbles out of the car.Â
He steps are uneven as he rounds the fender, his entire body shaking. Your rescuer moves swiftly, placing himself between you and the other Clark. He shields you, broad shoulders tense, protective to a fault. Must be the real one. Right? You rub your aching head and frown.Â
âWhat were you going to do with her?â The one in front of you barks the question out, his voice sharp and edged with something dangerous.
âI just,â the other one keels over, cutting himself off with a pained groan and shaking his head. âWanted to get away,â he grits out through clenched teeth, forcing himself straight again.Â
âAnd you had to take her with you?â
âWhatâs going on?â You jut in, stepping back from both of them. Facing them, you see the same wounded expression reflected on both faces. Whichever is the fake, heâs certainly mastered the puppy dog look.Â
Your rescuer tries to take a step forward but you throw your hand up, keeping them both at bay until you know whatâs going on. He sighs and glances over at his shoulder at the other one. âHow long have you been able to do this?âÂ
It's like they start a conversation in the middle and youâre completely lost. âLast year, I never saw a use for it and it was too much of a pain. But then I realized,â he looks at you, face contorting. âYou would never go for a guy like me. You couldnât. You were too wrapped up in him,â he spits the word out with venom, nodding toward the Clark you know has to be the real one.Â
âYou love him and that stupid all-American smile.â He chuckles, but it breaks off into a groan as he doubles over in pain, clutching his stomach. He drops to his knees and moans through clenched teeth, clutching at his face as he folds over. The longer black hair shrinks to a dull brown, broad shoulders slimming as the clothes he wears hang loose on him.
The illusion shatters, âOh, God, Blake?â You gasp out, taking one step toward him. He shakes his head and you stop as Clark grabs your elbow. You glance up at him but he just shoots you a soft look that has you rooted to the spot.Â
âIâve been in love with you since freshman year,â Blake chuckles, still sounding like every word hurts. âIf only I figured it out earlier, itâs always going to be him. I never had a chance, did I?â His gaze flickers toward Clark before he collapses to the pavement.Â
You both go running toward Blake. Pressing your trembling fingers to his neck, you let out a sigh of relief when you feel his faint heartbeat.Â
âWe need to get him to a hospital, fast.â You lean back from Blake, looking around for Clarkâs truck, confused when you donât see it. âDammit, Clark, where's the truck?â
He flushes, shaking his head, âI didnât bring it.â
You frown, âWhatâre you talking about?âÂ
He glances toward Blake, the rise and fall of his chest steadily slowing. When he looks back at you his expression is unreadable, an intensity to it that youâve never seen before. âI need you to trust me.â
âAlways,â you tell him without missing a beat. He gives you a small smile but it lacks the usual warmth.Â
âClose your eyes.â
âWhat?â You glare at him but he just shakes his head.Â
âPlease,â he looks close to begging and the pulse under your grip is getting weaker. Swallowing down your confusion you close your eyes. âThank you,â he whispers, âIâll be back.â
You frown, feeling a rough breeze blow back your hair as your eyes shoot open. But the spot in front of you is empty and the body under your hand has disappeared. Getting to your feet, you spin in one slow circle. Thereâs nothing out here except golden fields, your totaled car, and you. All alone.Â
Clark eventually came back for you. His truck rolling into view after being on your own for half an hour. You hadnât talked to him the whole ride back to town, too shocked by everything that had happened.Â
He carried the conversation for the both of you, offering a brief explanation that only confused you more. Blake had apparently been one of the meteor freaks, somehow being exposed to it when it had left a crater in your town.Â
But Clark didnât tell you how he made it across the highway and to the hospital in under five minutes with no car. He didnât tell you anything that actually mattered. So, you told him to drop you off at home and you havenât seen him in a week.Â
Chloe had called you once during your self-induced isolation, just to tell you that sheâd driven by Blakeâs house. Apparently the entire place looked like it had been cleaned out. No sign of him or his parents anywhere. You wish you could say you care, but you donât. Youâre almost grateful heâs gone. Not only did he reveal your long held secret infatuation to Clark, heâd clearly had ill intentions as he tried to take you out of town.Â
Your Nokia nearly buzzes itself off your nightstand as you set your book to the side and look at the all-too familiar contact.
Clarkie
The stupid nickname youâd given him in middle school lights up the small screen and you let out a rough sigh, watching as it rings and rings before finally quieting. The screen goes dark before lighting up once more as his ringtone fills the silence of your room. He doesnât give up easily, you have to give him that.Â
Youâre not entirely sure youâre ready to face him. Not now that he knows about your feelings for him. Thereâs no hiding what Blake so plainly laid out for him. You sink into the comforts of the pillows on your bed and wonder if you could just live here forever.Â
Something knocks against your window and you ignore it as nothing more than a branch from the tree. Itâs not much longer before it happens again and you rip your hands off your face and are forced to sit up. Your phone rings once more and thereâs a sinking feeling in your gut that you know exactly who waits outside your window.Â
âYou canât hide forever,â comes an annoying cheerful voice from outside. You force yourself off your bed and slink toward your window. Sure enough, Clark waits below it, a boyish grin poised on his face as he looks up at you. As much as youâre avoiding him, itâs plain cruel to just leave him outside.Â
Reluctantly, you open your window and heâs quick to climb your tree. You back up as he slots his broad frame through and into your room. He lets out a short huff of breath and straightens up, giving you a sheepish smile.Â
Taking a seat on your bed, you find it a tad difficult to look at him. Clark sucks in a deep breath and grabs your desk chair. He straddles it, resting on the back of it and staring at you until you feel like heâs going to burn holes into the side of your face.Â
âI havenât seen you in a while.â
You hum and shrug, tucking a loose wave behind your ear. âIâve been sick,â you lie, briefly looking up. The intense way heâs looking at you leaves you breathless and you have to take in a slow breath so your heart doesnât kick up too much. Â
âI want to tell you something.â Your head shoots up, concern lacing through you at the grave tone of his words. He looks away from you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. âWell, actually, I want to ask you something first. Is, uh,â he chuckles a little and licks his lips, a nervous tick heâs never been able to kick. âIs all that stuff that Blake said true?â
Your stomach drops, burying your face in your hands, you let out a low groan. âOh, god,â you suck in a sharp breath, unable to look at him as heat flushes through you.Â
Lying is always an option. Itâs a poor option, but itâs there. Maybe, if you just lied straight through your teeth he would drop it and leave you alone. But youâve been hiding this for so long, tucked so tightly to your chest, it would be a relief to finally be unburdened of the truth.Â
âYes,â you whisper. You donât want to look at him, donât want to face the truth of his rejection. Clark has been your best friend since you could walk, losing him over this stupid crush would destroy you.Â
The silence drags on for too long and you feel the anxiety calling its way around you. Warmth envelops your hands and calloused palms draw them away from your face.Â
You peek one eye open to find Clark kneeling before you, a soft smile on his face. âYou better not be laughing at me, Kent.â
A small chuckle slips through his lips and you slap at his shoulder. He catches your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours. âIâm not, I promise. I wish youâd told me.â
âWhy? So I could ruin our friendship faster?â You snark.Â
âNo, so I could do this,â he darts forward, soft lips capturing yours. You freeze up, eyes wide as his hand cups the back of your neck and pulls you closer.Â
Thereâs a brief moment of shock where youâre completely frozen. But then you feel the way his thumb rubs soothing circles on the back of your hand. And you find yourself melting into the feeling of his embrace, eyes closing as you slowly open up to him. Your arms find their way around his neck, fingers burying themselves in the soft waves of his hair.Â
The kiss itself is gentle, chaste almost. But it warms you from the inside out, makes you feel like youâre going to be nothing but a puddle of goo the longer he holds you. When he pulls back, he drags it out, lips lingering as long as they can.Â
Youâre slow to recover, eyes glazed over as you stare at him. He seems just as shocked, like he hadnât expected to do that. Of course, you say the first thing that comes to mind instead of just shutting up and enjoying the moment. âWhat about Lana?â You blurt out, wincing the second it leaves your mouth.Â
He frowns at you and shrugs, âWhat about her?â
âYouâve been blowing me off for months for her. We go to her shop every day just so you can stare at her. Donât tell me youâve suddenly discovered feelings for me. I wonât be your backup, Clark.â
He shakes his head vehemently, looking almost offended by the idea. âWhat? No. Of course youâre not,â he snaps, narrowing his eyes at you before sinking back on his heels with a huff. âLook, I wasnât ditching you for her, I can explain all that,â he pauses and then quickly adds, âlater.â
Your eyes narrow in suspicion and he reaches up, taking your hands in his. âThereâs a lot I have to tell you. But the most important thing is that I am completely over Lana.â
âReally?â You question, tone harsh but bordering almost on teasing. âYou look at all your friends like that?â
He shakes his head, âNo,â he pauses, âjust you,â he adds with a cheeky smirk. You roll your eyes and shake your head, looking away from him. âWhatever you thought you saw between us, it was only on her end. I swear, itâs been you for a long time.â Â
You look away, but heâs not accepting that, tilting your chin to face him once more. âItâs always been you,â he murmurs, voice steady, certain.
Your breath hitches, heart stuttering in your chest. Maybe this is real. Maybe itâs been you thatâs been the oblivious idiot.Â
You take a deep breath, meeting his gaze head-on. âThen prove it.â
His smile is slow, confident, and this time when he leans in you donât hesitate to meet him halfway.
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Logan Howlett X F! Reader
A/N: I'm ovulating and this came over me. I imagined 70s! DOFP Logan, or Worst! Wolverine but you could really picture any Logan honestly. I need a cigarette after writing this
Plot: You ghosted him, and he came back to take whats his.
Warnings: SMUT MDNI!, CNC/DUBCON (but like reader really enjoys the fight/chase), Logan gets a little dark and possessive, rough sex, Unprotected PiV, multiple creampies, bondage, reader passes out a couple times and Logan doesn't stop, mention of oral (f! recieving), Logan gets surprisingly soft and a lil embarrassed by himself at the end
Word Count: 3297
Your keys jingled as you pulled them out of your purse, sticking them into the lock of your apartment door. Itâs been a long day, and you wanted nothing more but to go inside, take a hot bath, and relax for the next two days that you have off.Â
The moment you stepped inside, all the hairs on your body stood up. You felt a presence looming in your apartment. It was pitch black inside, your curtains were pulled shut, and all the lights were off. This wasnât how you left the place this morning. There was a lingering scent of cigars, something extremely familiar. A sinking feeling of anxiety floated down your stomach, as you squinted, fumbling in the dark for the closet lamp. Your hand found the string of a lamp and pulled the switch.Â
âWelcome home.âÂ
Logan was sitting in your chair as if he made himself at home in your apartment. He leaned back, legs spread, the seams of his snug jeans pulling tight over his muscular thighs, his belt buckle gleaming from the lamp light reflecting on it. His arms resting on the arms of the chair, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a glass of whiskey in one hand, holding it lazily by the rim.Â
You yelped, dropping your bag and keys and covered your mouth in surprise, stumbling back.Â
âLogan!â You yelled, your hands falling to your side, fists clenched. âWhat are you- You canât be coming in here without telling me!âÂ
âI was just dropping by.â He says, swirling his drink in the glass, before bringing it up to his lips. The way he acted so casually made you nervous, your fight or flight instinct was kicking into gear. âHavenât heard from you in awhile.âÂ
You met Logan Howlett a few months ago. You immediately fell for his charms, his smart mouth, and his sinisterly good looks. You went on a few dates and thought you felt a connection. Logan on the other hand though, couldnât seem to be farther away from connecting to you. He acted aloof and stoic, rarely would he really try to connect with you during dates and you began to question whether this would go anywhere. You always put in the effort to call, plan the dates, and make the conversations. When you brought it up, he shrugged you off and his casual and uncaring demeanor turned you off immediately. Â
So you dropped him.
You stopped calling, you stopped making the effort to see him. Honestly, you believed he wouldnât notice by the way his mind always seemed to be somewhere else. Admittedly, your feelings were a bit hurt, you did really like Logan- you thought you saw something in him, that he would open up to you; but you refused to let a 3 month fling get to you. You hadn't even had sex yet, only having done oral on each other a few times.
Itâd been a month since and youâve begun to realize you made the right choice because he never reached out.Â
Until now.
âWell, you could have called.â You scoffed. âNot break into my apartment! How- How did you get in here?âÂ
âNot important.â He clicks his tongue, moving to set his glass on the nearby table, atop a coaster. The clink of the glass made you flinch, as your stomach turned and you wondered about Logan's intentions because surely they werenât innocent. Especially with the way his eyes were trailing down your body, staring at you like a predator looking at prey.Â
âYou- You should leave Logan. Iâll- Iâll call you.â You say, forcing a smile, as you bring your shaky hands to your chest, stepping back to your door.Â
He smiled, stretching across his face, his head giving a little shake. âNo you wonât.â he hums, tipping his chin up. With a sigh, he pushed himself up from the chair, and for a moment you felt relief as he walked towards you. His heavy footsteps weighed against the floor, a creak with each step as he stalked over to you. You moved to open the door for him, turning the knob and pulling it- but he slammed it shut, the press of his palm against the wood. His hand slid down and he turned the lock.Â
You looked up at him with wide eyes as you took a few steps back from him.Â
âYou look scared darling.â He states, standing over you. He reached out, brushing some hair behind your ear. âIâm not gonna hurt you.â
You swallowed, your hands trembling, and your heart pounding. âThen why are you here?â
âI wanted to see my girl.â
Your face fell, and you shook your head in confusion. âWhat? No, no Logan, I'm not your girl.â You state firmly. âYou acted like you could be any less interested in me whenever we went out together.âÂ
He quirked a brow, a very faint twitch of his lips.Â
âI mean, I tried to bring it up to you but you brushed me off. I stopped calling a month ago, did you only just now notice?â You asked in disbelief, crossing your arms. Your nerves began to disappear, as an angry confidence began to take root. âHow could you sit and call me your girl when you wouldnât tell me if you wanted us to date? Then you show up to my apartment like you care or something?â You scoffed. You stared at him, brows creased angrily and lips turned downwards in a frown. All your frustrations came out, as you began to realize that Logan had gotten under your skin more than you cared to admit.Â
âYou done?â He asks. You scowled.
âLogan. Leave. We are done.â You say, reaching to turn the lock and open the door. Before you knew it, his hand was on your neck as you were pushed into the wall, as his lips crashed onto yours in a messy and possessive kiss. You struggled against him, hands coming up to try to pull him off you, before you pushed at his chest, and twisted your head away. âLogan!â
âWeâre done when I say weâre done.â He mutters against your lips, his breath fanning over your face and sending goosebumps through your body. You swallowed, your body trembling as you brought your hands up to his hand around your neck, gripping him gently to try to get him to loosen his grip.
âLo, let- let me go.â You beg softly.Â
âYou think I didnât care darling?â He asks quietly in a low voice, tilting his head so his lips brush along your cheek. âThat's why you stopped calling?â
A quiver of your lips, as you felt your eyes water, and you nodded. He let out a soft breath, almost like he was disappointed and he tuts.Â
âI care sweetheart.â He says softly. âIâm gonna show you that I really care.âÂ
His lips pressed to yours, and you kissed him back- only for a moment. His hand loosened around your neck, moving to cup your jaw instead. The feeling of his lips against yours, desperate, romantic, needy. He licked your bottom lip, and you allowed him in. He licked into your mouth, against the back of your teeth, moving to press himself closer to you.Â
You took the chance and kneed him in the crotch.Â
âShit!â He groaned falling back from you, you took the chance to shove him away, moving to run further into your apartment. You didnât get far, Logan's recovery time from getting kneeled in the dick seemed remarkably fast. He grabbed your arm, pulling you against him. âThat was cruel.â He says his tone was a bit more lighthearted, with a bit of humor behind it.
âYou are a bastard!â You struggled to pull away from him, but he only chuckled. He moved down, kissing you again despite you fighting against him. It was pathetic, considering the man was much bigger, and much, much, stronger than you. You were merely a rabbit in the mouth of a wolf.Â
âStop struggling.â He murmurs against your lips, capturing them once more in a heated kiss. For a moment, you fell into him, feeling your mind go fuzzy at the way his hands gripped your arms, keeping you close. His beard scratched at your face, and his scent was overwhelming you. The smell of men's cologne and his natural musk mixed together. âYou canât get away from me, pretty girl. Try as you mightâ He moans against your mouth.Â
His words spurred you on to fight again, as you struggled and shoved him away.Â
âNo! No Logan!â You pant. âI donât want this, and I donât want you.âÂ
The arousal that was soaking your panties said otherwise. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your veins were thrumming with adrenaline. You loved this, even if you acted otherwise. You wanted him to chase you, and you wanted him to take you, make you his girl. A few months of him not paying you much mind, of you chasing him. If he wants you, heâll get you; but he has to work for it first. You wanted him to fuck you, and see how far heâll go to claim you.Â
He sniffed, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes turned dark as he stalked towards you. âI donât think thatâs true sweetheart.â He says in a low voice. You swallowed, stepping back into the hallway that led to your bedroom. He was inches away from you. âYouâre gonna play hard to get? Thatâs fine. We can play.â He says a small shrug.Â
His hands reached out to your blouse and a quick movement ripped it open. You gasped, your hands coming to cover your chest. âI always win though, and Iâll take what I want.âÂ
You turned to run into the bedroom, but he was faster, grabbing you around the waist and slamming you onto the bed, the mattress creaking as you bounced on it a few times from the force. He stood over you, his hands reaching down and ripping your bra apart in one swift motion.
âLogan!â You gasped before his hands came and grabbed your wrists, pinning them to either side of your head. His mouth came down, taking a nipple between his lips, his tongue running over the bud, stimulating you. You felt heat rush through your body, another coat of arousal. His thigh pushed between your legs, as he grinded it against your core.Â
You whined, squirming and fighting underneath him as he attempted to work you over. He nipped at your peak bud, before growling in frustration at your constant squirming. He stood up, letting go of you and flipping you over onto your belly. You attempted to crawl away, but he kneeled on the bed, sitting his weight on you and keeping you pinned.Â
âSince you wonât stop squirmingâŚâ He mutters. You heard the clink of his belt. Your arms were pulled back behind you, and you felt the leather binding your elbows together. Once secure, he stood from the bed and flipped you back over onto your back.Â
He pushed your skirt roughly up your thighs, exposing your panties. He took a deep breath, his fingers brushing over the fabric that covered your cunt. âFuck. Acting like you donât want this like you donât want me.â He shook his head. âYouâre fucking soaked pretty girl.âÂ
He ripped your panties off, sticking himself between your legs, pushing his jeans and boxers down his thighs, his hard cock popping out, tapping against his belly a few times.Â
âNormally Iâd take my time but since you gotta act like a bratâŚ.â He mutters, hooking his arms around your legs, pulling you closer, âWeâll just have to skip to the good part.âÂ
He aimed himself against your wet pussy, and in one quick thrust pushed himself inside you. You yelped from the intrusion, arching your back. He felt so damn good. His hard cock stretches you open perfectly. He let out a guttural groan, tipping his head back. âFuuuck yeah-â He grinned sinfully, eyes shut as he let out a hard pant.
âYouâre so fucking wet-â He moaned. His hands grabbed your hips, and he began pounding into your pussy, abusing it with each thrust. You turned your head to the side, gasping and panting as he continued to fill you to the brim over and over. The bed shook violently as he thrust into you, his fingers digging into your hips and pulling you down onto him.Â
You were powerless against him, forced to take what he was giving you. âYouâre mine baby.â He grunted. âAinât no argument about it now.âÂ
He leaned down over you, his throbbing cock deep inside you, his chest pushed into the back of your thighs as your legs came up to your chest. You turned your head away from him, and he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He squeezed your cheeks, making your lips pucker as he leaned forward, kissing you, his tongue shoving into your mouth roughly. Your pussy tightened around him, causing him to chuckle warmly into your mouth. âActing like you donât fucking like this-â He grunted, thrusting harshly into you, eliciting a pained gasp from your lips. âYour pussy does, sheâs fucking squeezing me tight. You love this, donât you? Me taking what I want from you.â
You let out a moan, tipping your head back. You finally nodded and didnât have to look at him to see that cocky grin on his face.Â
âDamn fucking straight.â He growls. âYouâre gonna fucking take it all.â His thrusts became more frantic, rougher. He leaned down, biting your neck, as he slammed into you with a ferocity you never felt before. It was so much, he was too much, as you felt an explosive finish approaching quickly. âFucking stupid, acting like I didnât care about you. Iâve been fucking obsessed with you since day 1.â He groaned into your neck.Â
The admission made you snap. Your eyes rolled back as you let out a cry of his name. Your body shook, as your pussy squeezed and spasmed around him, so tight he could barely pull out. He grunted, slamming into you one more time, before moaning so loud youâre pretty sure the neighbors could hear, and you felt his cum fill you up.Â
A moment passed, and he sat up, pulling out of you. He flipped you over, onto your belly, pushing you further up the bed. He let you lay there, trembling with his cum leaking out of you, while he shed the rest of his clothes off, and then pulled off your skirt, leaving you in just your torn bra and blouse.Â
He kneeled back onto the bed clambering over you and grabbed your hips, bringing your ass into the air.
âYou look good like this sweetheart.â He mumbled, his thumb brushing over your puffy pussy, before capturing the cum that was leaking inside you, pushing it back in. You whined, squirming under him, too sensitive to his touch.Â
âLoganâŚâ You gasped.
âIâm not done with ya.â He says, adjusting the both of you, and you feel his tip slide back inside you, an embarrassing squelching noise in the room as he fills you up again.Â
âAh!â You whimpered. How was he hard again already? âLo-âÂ
âI donât think you get it darling. Youâre mine. Iâm gonna fuck that nonsense of me not caring out of you.â
âI believe you!â You gasped, as he harshly slammed into you, the bed slamming into the wall. You didnât know if you could take him more. He felt so good, yet your nerves felt it was on fire. You didnât want him to stop.Â
He chuckled, âYou want me to stop?â
The silence was deafening. You squeezed your eyes shut, biting your lip as you prepared yourself.Â
âGood girl.â He purred. His hand grabbed your hair, tugging it back as he began pounding into you again. A chorus of whines escaped you as he fucked you with renewed vigor. His stamina was insane. Your pussy was on fire, the way he stretched you out, his hips slamming into your ass, and you were sure you would end up with bruises everywhere.Â
The rest of the night ended up a blur. Logan used you like a fucktoy, and you were fairly sure you passed out multiple times. The first time, you woke up on top of him, your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you as he fucked up into you. The second time, you woke to him eating you out, his tongue swirling over your swollen clit, sending shocks through your body. The third time, your wrists were tied together above your head to the frame of your bed. Your legs spread with Logan on top of you, hands on either side of your hips, as he thrusts into you slowly, almost romantically. He leaned down to pull a soft kiss from you.Â
Your body felt numb, yet the pleasure still enveloped you, as you felt the honey-sweet feeling pooling in your belly again.
âC'mon baby. One more for me.â He moaned, resting his body over yours, pressing soft kisses over your face. âI know you can do it.â
He brought his fingers between your sweat-soaked bodies. There were countless bite marks and hickeys that covered your body. His fingers found your clit and began rubbing it, his thrusts still slow and soft.Â
Within seconds, your legs were trembling, as your pussy tightened around him again, and he tipped his head back, his pace picking up as he felt you tighten and pulse around him. He fucked you through your orgasm once more, before finally finishing inside, a loud curse and moan of your name, as he panted, eyes shut tight as the last bit of his energy finally drained inside you. He collapsed on your chest, his arms still somewhat bracing himself up, keeping his full body weight off you.Â
He sighed, pushing himself out, and you heard a snikt!, as you watched in amazement and exhaustion as sharp metal claw-like appendages came out, and he carefully cut the cloth around your wrists, your arms falling limply above your head. He climbed off you, rolling to your side, and pulling you against him, your cheek against his chest. You didnât bother to ask about the sharp knife-like pieces that just came out of his fists and then disappeared.
âYou alright?â He asks softly, his hand massaging up and down your back. âToo much?âÂ
âMmm.â You barely mumbled, as your eyes grew heavy again. You were too tired for pillow talk now.Â
A small chuckle. âYâknow. I really do care about you. I justâŚSome things are going on in my life, things Iâm a part of, that I havenât told you about. I wasnât sure if I wanted to bring you into that part of my life yet. I uhâŚThought youâd be safer.âÂ
You opened your eyes at his admission. His voice was soft, in a tone you hadnât heard from him before.Â
âI honestly was relieved when you stopped calling. Cause I was constantly wondering if I was selfish being with you. I thought itâd be easier that you broke it off because I couldnât bring myself to do it but then I couldnât stop thinking about you. Missed you a lot and I guess I got a littleâŚPossessive.â
âYou think?â
Another scoff escaped him, and his hand came around your arm, his fingertips softly tracing up and down your arm. âYeah wellâŚWhen you recover, we should talk about some things.â
âLike the claws?â You asked.Â
âYeah, like the claws...â
âWe should talk about you breaking into my apartment too.â
âUhâŚYeahâŚâ He says, a tone of embarrassment. âIâll...Explain everything tomorrow.â
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⎠HOW COULD SUCH A GOOD GIRL LOVE A VAMPIRE?
an. the post no one wanted yet the only one i had motivation to write. js a lil idea i had :) let me know if i should start developing this au and lend me some ideas if you want !!! also idk why the song cover isnt showing. wouldnt let me try to replace it either so
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⎠you say you're a good girl, i say you're a liar ; how could such a good girl love a vampire?
your family and friends would freak if they found out. your smile seems to light matt on fire, as if he was standing directly under the blazing sun. he wanted to turn the other way, deter himself from this path of getting you, an angel, caught up with someone like him. it's like garlic was getting waved in front of his face, obviously intending to get him to walk away and flee, but the myths weren't ever exactly true, were they? "you're so sweet. fuck." matt sounds breathless, and you feel breathless. like all the air got caught up in your throat. baby pink hearts swam in your eyes the longer you stared, and matt found it so hard to believe someone like you could ever like someone like him. he was bad for you, horrible, and if he were to date you the relationship would crash and burn the first lap in.
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⎠kisses arent enough, i wanna bite through you.
you arent sure what got you to this point. letting matt press soft kisses to your skin as you sit in his lap. cold hands roaming up and down the goosebumps that rise on your arms, giggling when he practically buries his face into your neck and then starts kissing up. he's like a man starved, except eating pussy, he's eating your face off. devouring your skin and flesh, stealing all your kisses for himself and himself only. you feel something sharp graze your skin a few times, brushing it off as the fact matt maybe just has incredibly point incisors. a low gasp gets stuck in your throat when you feel him groan into your neck, teeth almost sinking through skin and flesh. it hurts, and you have the immediate urge to shove him off you. your hands brace somewhere onto matts body, and he grunts when you put force into your palms and push him off your neck. your eyes are wide, lips parted in a little 'o' as you stare in shock, bringing two tentative fingers to your neck. "hey, hey hey," matt steers your attention away, frantic and seemingly nervous as he gazes at your eyes when you make eye contact with him. his lips are on yours in a second and you melt into the kiss.
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⎠i would never lie to you, i would never fool you.
you touch a hesitant finger to the sharp fang in matt's mouth, your own teeth feeling sour at the sight of it. your earlier words of 'i dont believe you' are completely forgotten, having basically no doubts that the boy in front of you was a vampire. matt's fingers twitched, itching to grasp at your waist and run his hands across your body just to feel you squirm under his palm. your eyes meet his, a red hue shining in them. "told you. would never lie, y'know?" you roll your eyes and laugh, and the corners of matts lips twitch into a grin. he's practically lied his whole entire life to protect this fuckass secret, so he's technically lying right now... but you didnt have to know that.
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⎠i know that you like me, kiss me with your eyes closed.
matt holds your face steady, but your bodies are rocking gently the longer his lips are on yours, licking into your mouth and sighing like he was relieved. you bury a hand in messy curls, nails digging into his scalp. matt's thumbs rub against your cheeks and the tips of his fingers press gently into your skin, like he's terrified you'll up and leave the moment he lets you go. wild eyes flick open just to close a second after at the sight of your eyes shut, brows furrowed as you lean into him. the room is filled with heavy breathing and the rustle of sheets and clothes, then soft pants of air as you two part only for matt to lean back in. he wasn't stupid, he sees the way you look at him. like he's your entire world, and you're desperate for him. and, well, matt was desperate for you too.
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Little domestic hilson things aoigh
Wilson talks with his hands a lot, all dramatic pointing and arm moving. House holds one of his hands whike he's ranting about sports scandals or whatever and its just. Nice and domestic and sweet. House can secretly admit to himself that its nice how Wilson doesn't let go even in full rant mode.
House plays both guitar and piano, and its sort of a private thing for him outside of diagnostician stuff (e.g. that ep with the guy who was piloting only half a brain but was good at piano). The piano is the most private to him i think, and seemingly the most emotional/vulnerable. For Wilson and house, it started out by accident- Wilson came home one day and heard house playing and it was beautiful. So, he practically snuck into their house and sat and quietly listened to house playing, in awe at his skill. House finished the peice, and almost jumped out of his skin (expecting some cruel joke or criticism) when he noticed wilson sitting and listening; wilson clapped sincerely instead. So, house only plays piano on purpose around wilson- and lately has been including singing while playing to the mix, making both him and Wilson sappy happy.
They cook meals for each other they both know the other will love, as both have skill in the kitchen
Hugs, rambleanon
This ask is everything to me okay domestic hilson is EVERYTHING TO MEEEE đ
The part about them holding hands is canon in my heart and soul. To me they are absolutely holding hands everywhere and they don't let go unless they have to. I love that you mentioned wilson talking with his hands, I love the idea of him going off on a tangent, his hands everywhere, and house's hand going everywhere with him alfjalfk. I like to imagine that it started small, wilson taking house's hand to pull him somewhere he wants him to go and then one day they just didn't let go. Or maybe it started when they would get drunk bc wilson is a wanderer, so house would hold his hand to make sure he didn't wander away. And they just. loved it so much. It felt so good, so secure to them that they just started holding hands everywhere, whenever they can.
I also love love love the idea of house only playing piano for wilson, otherwise it's a very private thing for him, especially if he's working on a piece he wrote. I have a HC that wilson's only real request on his birthday/christmas/hanukkah is for house to play the piano for him while he goes to sleep. House spends most of the year writing a new piece specifically to play on those occasions bc nothing makes his stomach flutter more than hearing wilson sleepily murmur "that's pretty. you wrote that?" And he doesn't know that not only did house write it, but it's named something like "Saint James" or "Dear, Jimmy" or "Wilson's Serenade". I really love the idea of house singing for him a little bit too, it would be so soft and sweet omg.
And them cooking for each other yes !!! I wish we had gotten more of them cooking for each other. Cooking with/for each other is one of my favorite domestic activities, I think making food for the person you love is just such a beautiful thing, especially when you both have an appreciation for food and you can have fun together with it. I love thinking about them not only enjoying each other's cooking, but also total fail moments bc I think failing together is just as cute and domestic as succeeding together. House trying to make something very complicated and ambitious and completely destroying the kitchen and the food turns out terrible, but they spend the rest of the evening cleaning the messy kitchen together and end up sharing a pizza and beer on the couch after. Or of course the classic HC of house making something super delicious that wilson just absolutely loves and then poor wilson starts seeing fairies or some shit an hour later bc house dosed it aldjalgksl. And in retaliation, wilson makes the most delicious brownies that are for house and house only. House who eats half the pan before he finds the empty packet of laxative chocolate in the garbage can aldkalfkwlfsmsjfl.
Thank you for this, my heart feels full now đ
#chyanne speaks#house md#hilson#gregory house#james wilson#asks#as always its a pleasure my desr rambleton â¤ď¸
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This was another reminder to actually put myself together and get my story written, so thank you @mjparkerwriting for tagging me!
I shall be using my yet to be properly introduced, or planned, or actually started story idea, How to be the Perfect Daughter (working title)! The idea is that in the process of answering these questions, I'll figure out more of the story, so without much further ado-
What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?
I'm still not sure how to put it into precise words, but I'm playing around with the idea of "the ability to define yourself/choose your future/live your life gets increasingly difficult if the context you're in doesn't really let you do that" or something like that. Currently, anyway. Definitely liable to change at some point, lol
I didn't necessarily choose it, but rather, it's kind of the culmination of a couple of years of mulling over this story idea and changing as a person and the idea becoming more than just a way for me to vent out my frustrations and anger
What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?
The real world. My own life experiences, as sparse as they are, lol. Childhood rage from lockdown
What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?
Daughter wants to be seen as more than just that, more than just a second mother or a soon to be wife despite her entire culture kind of telling her otherwise.
With her, I'm trying to achieve some kind of catharsis. Maybe show people that the proverbial glass ceiling is sometimes there, and sometimes sucks, but it doesn't necessarily mean that you can't make the most of what is beneath that ceiling
How many chapters is your story going to have?
I'm not sure. If you couldn't already tell, I'm barely even on the planning stage XD
Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?
Original content! I hope to publish it some day, though I think I wouldn't mind if I just posted it somewhere on the internet and called it a day
When did you start writing?
The earliest time I can remember that wasn't school assignments was probably around 2018/2019. I had recently discovered fanfiction and had stumbled across the wonderful realisation that I could write my own!
Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?
As much as I'm pretty much just reiterating what's already been said;
your writing is a lot better than you think it is, so keep on at it!
write out your ideas and your hopes and all the vibes you want to incorporate into your story
write away your fears and insecurities and the stagnation that wants to settle
write whatever your head won't let you forget and the aches that linger in your heart
but just make sure that you write
I remember a really cool analogy that I saw somewhere here that went something like;
your words and works and WIPs that you write down are like seeds you plant in a garden;
sometimes they won't always come out looking the best;
they may not be vibrant or fruitful or even very pretty
but because you planted them, and when the time comes for them to die,
they'll make for excellent fertiliser for the next batch of seeds
and you best believe after all your hard work with the first batch
the next one will turn out much, much better
and the one after that, and forever
so make sure you plant your seeds!
Gently tagging: @the-ellia-west @the-stray-storyteller @aalinaaaaaa @hero-coded
@blackwood4stucky @bebewrites @hayatheauthor @agirlandherquill
@ashwithapen @friendlyshaped @dendotdrabbles @cupandquillcafe
and of course, any other writer who's interested!
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Thank you @the-inkwell-variable for tagging me. I had to think hard on these answers.
I'll use my current WIP for this. It was once called TLBH. Now, its WotG. We will see if it changes again.
What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?
I think the main lesson would be that there's always something bigger than you, and sometimes you have to decide whether or not that something is great enough for you to change as a person. My characters go through and will continue to go through a lot. They are constantly tested and while some of them rise above it all--no question about it, others struggle with every step. Some are never able to stand up at all.
What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?
I used the real world as inspiration. I really like history and religion, so I studied tons of cultures and languages and historical events. I have a lot of mythology, history, and religion/philosophy books and links saved because I'm just so fascinated with how everyone sees and understands things differently.
What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?
It is multiple POV, but without giving away too much, Iâd say that every character is searching for purpose and acceptance in one way or another. I think I, as the writer, want to show how motivations change as we change as people, and that's okay. I want to tell a story that inspires people to love, change, fight, and live.
How many chapters is your story going to have?
I'm currently looking at a series with five books total. This first story will have 35-36 chapters.
Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?
All OG. I want to publish traditionally, but we'll see what happens.
When did you start writing?
Since I could string together semi complex thoughts and also hold a pencil lol. I've always liked writing. I started writing fanfics some time in high school, maybe around age 15. If you want to get technical, though, my first fanfiction was in elementary school and it was about young Jack Sparrow before he became THEE Jack Sparrow.
Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?
WRITE! Who cares if you think it's ass?
Write the story you always wanted to read but could never find.
Talk to other writers. Make friends. It can be very lonely, but having people that understand what you're doing and are also going through the same process is helpful.
I'm still working on the last one.
I follow a ton of writers on here, so I think I'll tag a bunch of people just for the hell of it.
@frantheram @mrbexwrites @stargazingdustbunny @marsh0mallows99th @cwritesfiction @writingamongther0ses @paintedbutton @inkednotebook @lukas-wrld @writinglittlebeasts @vicwriting @kae-luna @the-orangeauthor @kckramer @ghost-type-writer @phynewrites @wildswrites @jamieanovels @tabswrites
#writeblr#writeblr ask game#writing advice#tag game#how to be the perfect daughter#I am going to sit down and do the thing#because the thing has been put on the backburner for too long
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If I could do Fics With A Plot I'd probably attempt An AU Where Lauffey Dies And Odin Goes "Oh Hey, Frost Dudes, I Had Your Heir All Along :D He's Urs Now :D" Except Because This Is A Shit Plan It Does Not Go At All Well. Because it does bother me. Because I worry too much about fictional monarchies having the 'wrong' rules. D:
#this of course means odin has also has to tell his son âbtw we lied to you. GUESS WHAT THO!! I GOT U A JOB!!â#and he sends Thor along because a) characters need other characters to talk to and b) he does in fact expect trouble#and I reckon after some sort of tense Confrontation about how if Lauffey wanted rid of his son he should have the guts to make sure he died#instead of leaving it to fate like a COWARD#Loki would - by power of poshness alone - manage to convince one or two Jotuns that he does indeed count as the heir#meanwhile: existential crisis D: D: D:#but hey free kingdom nothing to sneeze at eh? let's go! we can do this!#except (obviously) no. you can't. there is NO WAY there's nobody out there with a counterclaim.#and if your WORST ENEMY raised your new king (who has a questionable claim) you absolutely manage to find a third cousin from somewhere far#off who also has a shaky claim but - here's the thing - he's not an obvious attempt to impose Odin's puppet on your realm#and then Plot would unfold which is why i cant write this despite my Weird Niche Interests being aroused (NOT LIKE THAT) by this idea#also i would answer the âwas there no mother involved? did she not mind the infanticide thing?â (could go either way on that really)#essentially Loki does have Scheming Politician energy but sometimes the task really is just impossible#but perhaps surprisingly the ending is a heartwarming reunion and maybe - MAYBE - some sort of vague apology#because that really was The Worst Fucking Plan Of All Time#okay someone stop me making a new file (you-and-whose-army.rtf) and writing the extensive notes i've now got in my head D:#(but an AU so not really!)#do you want a civil war on jotunheim because this is how you get a civil war on jotunheim#...oh no DO you want a civil war on jotunheim?! D: D: was THAT the plan??? D: D:#i'd totally throw in an Ambitious Consort Queen because those are my jam <3 <3 <3#fic-related#thor movies
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#My friend said something to me a while ago and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it#In the moment I snorted on the inside#And now I could laugh out loud about it#So. They were in a long-term relationship that had issues and ended last year#She met someone right after and were friendly and whatnot and a few months later were dating them already#Which... Great. They seem way happier and I'm genuinely happy for them (although in my selfish aromantic way)#And so she was commenting the other way that they'd been talking about how they jumped into the relationship so fast#Even after both of them had been in long ones before blah blah#And my friend told me 'but you know I think it's fine. I told them that it felt good and why wouldn't we do this if it felt good...#Even IF SOCIETY IS TELLING ME NOT TO JUMP INTO IT TOO FAST we shouldn't care about it and just go for it'#And I swear I internalized that shit friends. Hajshajshja.#What the fuck do you mean society is telling you not be in a relationship? Hasjhahss. Who is this society?#Literally. You can do whatever you want that makes you feel good but don't tell me you were feeling pressured by society hajsha.#In a sense I DO GET IT because some people might be 'wait weren't you with someone else a few months ago' sure.#But like. Literally. Lhahsahs. Sorry. I just needed to write it down somewhere because my brain couldn't let it go.#Especially me. An aromantic in a literal amatonormative society.#Anyway... đ#(This friend does get a bit defensive when I want to talk about how most people prioritize romantic relationships over friendships and stuff#I tried once and it felt very frustrating because they were like 'well but they're different' and I was like 'yes but my point is that#romantic relationships always end up as top priority' and I could just see they didn't agree because they have lots of friends but yeah#my dude we get relegated when you're with someone romantically. Anyway. They'll never get it. It's fine. I'm used to it)
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#I hate making textposts because it feels like a big statement. A commitment of sorts. And that's not what I'm going for.#I don't expect anything I write to be read and they are not made with that purpose.#I write to let it out. Get it out of me. Make sure it's somewhere so at least I know I won't carry with me until my death.#Soâ with that saidâ I've been thinking a lot lately.#About fighting. About the curse of being the underdog by design. About how that only ever meant I was set up for failure.#In my games. In my ring. It was designed so despite it allâ I could find a way to win.#Because it otherwise wouldn't be *fair* to the player. Despite the lack of rules. Despite the disparity in power and abilities.#It was still at least slightly *fair*. I always had a way to get close. Had an opening I could exploit.#We were stillâ despite everythingâ playing the same sport.#Smash is not like that. Nothing else is like that.#Only ever in the ring. Only ever in that small part of my life could I manage to be *more*.#It makes me think it was never me that did all that. I never had the capacity to win. I was never given the tools to survive.#I onlh just managed to get lucky with my environment.#There's something about trying your very bestâ working yourself to the boneâ using every tool you have and all the strength you can muster.#And still be the weakest. I never stood a chance. There's no way the man designed to always be too small and too disadvantaged#could've ever truly pulled through.#Sigh!#At least I'll always be World Champiom. If only for a short while.#đĽđ#I wonder if anyone else in the roster thinks about it. I wonder if it matters as much to them as it does to me.#Then againâ most of their lives are not defined by fighting. So. I think my perspecfove may just be skewed.#Do they even know how much I resent them for the tools they were given... For the fact they were allowed to play an easier game than me...#rambling#Joker Persona 5. Hit me up. I have opinions about you you couldn't even begin to imagine.
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Miss maâam, hi hello how are you?
I am presenting myself here, very very humbly to ask if we could please get another part of your Nerd Nanami fic?đĽšđĽš please please puhleaseeeeeeeee
That was an actual masterpiece, I had to read it very slowly and savour it, making sure to process every single sentence of that fic. Youâre so talented it makes me cry
Please offer us more Nanami, pleaseeeeeee
Giving the nerd a chance⌠part two
Tags: nerd!Nanami x fem!Reader, college au, smut with plot, nsfw, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, size kink, breeding kink, dom!nanami, sub!reader, marathon sex, exhibitionism if you squint real hard, mdni
Synopsis: Your nerdy boyfriend is so prim and proper in real life, but he has big dick energy over text.
An: 4K Follower Special! I got over 20 requests for a part two of this fic. At this time, it is my best performing fic on tumblr, and I fear⌠I may have peaked with it. I never EVER intended on writing a second part because I was sure that I couldnât ever follow that fic up with something as good, but this sweet anon request warmed my heart so much that I decided to give the people what theyâre asking for. This oneâs going to be a long one⌠pace yourself because there will NOT be a third part⌠right?
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Nanamiâs a stoic lover. He doesnât keep you hidden, but he doesnât outwardly drag attention towards your relationship. Too much attention meant drama, and Nanami hates drama.
Nanami asked you to be his girlfriend a few weeks after the first time you two slept together. Of course, everyone in his friend group saw it coming long before you two had even hooked up.
They saw the longing gazes between you two when you pined for each other. They saw the cheeky glances once you two finally started texting. They noticed how their dear friend smiled more â was more laid back and relaxed.
Everyone welcomed you into their small found family with open arms. They simply couldnât have picked anyone better to balance out Nanamiâs far too strict nature.
Things with Nanami were absolutely a dream. You two had great chemistry emotionally and physically. Of course, he just made things so easy for you.
While he is a stoic lover, you never ever feel unloved by him. Heâs always there to reassure you with words of affirmation or small touches that just remind you that heâs there.
Like when you two are at one of Satoruâs âexclusiveâ gatherings, if youâre not in Nanamiâs lap, then heâs got his hand on you somewhere. Sometimes he gets so bored during those little get togethers that he spends his time leisurely pressing kisses into your cheek and neck. He never quite understood Satoruâs and Suguruâs affinity with public displays of affection until he met you.
Or there's those times when you need a little extra help with your studies. Kento is right behind you, with you on his lap, his cock is snuggly being squeezed by your warm leaking cunt. He presses small chaste kisses against your temple and ear while you try your hardest to focus on the homework.
"Do you remember this one, sweetheart? We went over it in class yesterday... Aw, don't go all stupid on me now."
When you get an answer right, he'll reward you with small, shallow thrusts, but you have to finish the whole assignment to get him to really fuck you.
Or if you two are walking together in the halls, Nanami holds his arm out for you, letting you latch onto him so he can guide you two through the crowd of people. He knows how you are in crowded areas, so he's keen on not letting anyone get too close to you.
Nanamiâs a true gentleman too. His parents made sure they raised nothing less than a perfect man. Youâve never had to touch a door handle, any of your own money, or bags when you two go shopping. Nanami handles all of that for you. He doesnât let you walk on the outside when you two are on the sidewalk. Heâs respectful of you and your time, and he always listens to everything you have to say with his full attention because you deserve nothing less.
Nanamiâs parents truly did their best work with him, and speaking of his parents, Nanamiâs the type that wants to take you back home to meet them.
It was nearly fall break as you were sitting in your experimental research class â your final class before youâre free from the hell hole of academics for a full week.
You glance down at your phone as it buzzes in your lap. You and Nanami had been planning a trip out to his familyâs home in Hakone for a little bit now, and the closer that time gets to you two leaving, the more stressed out Nanami feels.
Nanami: Weâll probably leave out early tomorrow morning and catch the first train. Will you be okay with that?
Yn: Mhm. That sounds fine, Ken.
Nanami: After class, I need to inform you a little bit more about my parents⌠I just donât want you to feel shocked or surprised when you meet them.
Yn: Iâm not sure why Iâd be shocked or surprised, but Iâm excited to hear more.
Nanami: Donât get too excited.
You stare at his message for a bit, pondering what he couldâve meant by that. He hadnât ever spoke poorly of his parents, but he didnât necessarily praise them either. Actually⌠he never spoke of them.
*** *** ***
For the rest of the class, you wondered just what you were getting yourself into by going and meeting them. Maybe you two were moving too fast or..
âSweetheart.â His steady voice broke your trance. Heâs crouched down next to your desk to be eye-level with you, and the palms of his hand is gently caressing your cheek. âThere you are. Spaced out on me.â
The entire classroom is empty. Class mustâve ended a minute ago because not even the professor is in the room now. You mustâve been deep in your own head.
You let force out an awkward laugh before nuzzling your cheek further into his palm, seeking out his affections as comfort from the insecure thoughts that somehow always manage to find a way in.
âI was just.. thinkinâ about your parents is all..â You finally give him some sort of explanation, and Nanami softens a bit.
âItâs just a weekend, my love. Then, Iâll make it up to you.â His words are a promise. You know for a fact Nanami doesnât say things that he doesnât mean.
âI think that was the part where you were supposed to reassure me that theyâll like me-â
Nanami pulls you forward and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. âIt doesnât matter. Iâll still love you regardless.â
Gods, his words are so sweet, but they cut deep like daggers.
âTheyâre⌠not going to like me..?â You mumble in a tone that makes Nanamiâs heart sink. He takes your hands into his as he gets on his knee to better talk to you while youâre seated.
âMy parents are⌠very traditional.â He carefully explains, and his hazel eyes search yours for a reaction before he reluctantly continues. âThey want me to marry a girl from a specific family-â
âAn arranged marriage!?â You blurt out â unable to control your emotions as it feels like your heart is trying to force its way up your throat.
âSomething like that - but not exactly. Itâs not arranged, but itâs definitely heavily pushed.â He tries to keep his tone steady, but seeing you so upset like this has him feeling raw with emotion as well.
âSo, no, they will not be happy to know that Iâm going against their wishes, but theyâll come around eventually.â His eyes focus on yours, and he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
â⌠and if they donât?â A small sniffle escapes you before you can stop it. The thought of Nanami being with anyone else has your head spinning. Thereâs another girl out there who might be expecting for him to take her hand in marriage.
âHey... look at me.â He coaxes softly as his hand guides your face to look him in the eyes. âI couldnât give less of a fuck. Iâm doing this as a courtesy for them â not because I need their approval.â
Chills shoot up your spine from his words. Nanami rarely cusses, but when he does, itâs enough to even make Satoru blush when he hears it.
Your worry instantly flees your body when Nanamiâs lips press against yours to seal the deal. This was just a visit to his parents. Nothing more. Nothing less.
âIâm still gonna love youâŚâ He mumbles his words against your lips before seeking out more of your honeyed kisses. ââŚstill gonna marry you one dayâŚâ His deep voice groans a little as he gently suckles on your bottom lip. ââŚstill gonna fuck you senseless every night.â
âKen..â A breathy whine; a whimper; a plea.
âBecause you need it every night, donât you?â His lips are still chasing yours with an insatiable hunger. It just wasnât enough. If the next class wasnât coming in the next 10 minutes, heâd take you right here on your desk, but he doesnât fancy the idea of anyone elseâs eyes accidentally falling upon your ethereal body.
âMhm⌠need it.â You murmur against his lips quietly in agreement.
Nanami suddenly pulls away, and he reaches out, wrapping his hand around your wrist. âCome on before I fuck you right here.â He threatens and picks your bag up off the floor for you.
*** *** ***
A gasp flees you as Nanami pushes your back against his bed. His lips are immediately assaulting your neck: suckling soft red marks into your skin and nipping at you gently.
He loves to see the aftermath of his love on you, but he has to be careful this time. Canât have you going to meet his parents with hickeys all over your neck, can you?
âMmm~ What about Haibara?â You ask now before you find yourself too hypnotized by his affections.
âHe has a class right now.â Nanami answers before his hand trails up your thighs towards your already damp panties. He has had this on his mind all day since he saw you in that cute little skirt youâre wearing.
âAlready so wet.â He groans into your neck before biting at your shoulder. The pads of his fingers tease your sensitive clit through the cloth of your cotton panties. âFuck. Youâre so good to me.â
Nanami drops to his knees on the edge of the bed, and his strong arms pull you by your legs to where youâre situated at the edge for him to eat you out to his heartâs desire.
He doesnât even remove your panties before he leans in and presses a sloppy kiss to your cunt. He can already taste you through the fabric, and he needs more.
His fingers hook in the waistband of your panties, and he tugs them down your legs, carefully placing them on his bedside table. If he can swing it, heâll definitely hide them from you and claim that you lose them â just so he can keep them for when youâre not around.
Heâs not a pervert!! Well⌠he loves jerking off into his girlfriendâs panties when heâs too needy at night⌠Feeling the wet fabric that was pressed so unceremoniously against your heavenly cunt is more than enough to get him off quickly. It would be ungentlemanly to wake you up at your dorm for such a scandalous adventure. At least he washes and returns them to you promptly after using them a couple of times.
As soon as your panties are safely discarded, Nanami has his face right back between your legs. He uses his hands to prop your legs up on his shoulder, and he just.. absolutely begins to devour you.
âNgh.. oh fuckâ wait Ken.. I wan..â You can barely get your words out right while his tongue is lapping at your slippery folds.
âDidnât anyone ever teach you not to interrupt someone during a meal?â His hazel eyes look up at you with such a serious look â you feel like youâre being scolded.
Your face flushes a bright red before you relax back into his bed â accepting your fate. Kento smiles to himself, knowing that it doesnât take much to pacify you. Youâre too much of a good girl for him.
âMmm~ thatâs right. Just lay back and take what I give you, pretty girl.â He hums in satisfaction as his tongue connects with your cunt once more.
He licks up all the sticky wetness that you so graciously leak for him. Heâs so messy with it, practically french kissing with your cunt. Your juices are smeared across his chin from him hopelessly lapping at you. His tongue writes love letters to you against your clit, making your body shiver with pleasure and excitement.
One of your hands is clasping at the sheets, and the other hand is entangled in Kentoâs blonde hair, giving him small tugs as he gives you the best head of your life.
Your thighs unconsciously press together, trying to run from the weird sensations that his mouth gives to you. Your boyfriend grunts in dissatisfaction â not enjoying the sudden disobedience from you.
His hand press against each of your knees, and he forces your legs back open â spreading you wiiiide open for him.
âYou want me to fuck you, donât you?â He asks while looking up at you through his lashes.
âPlease â please~â You whine. Your hips involuntarily buck up, trying to get any sort of friction.
âThen be good, and sit still.â Nanami orders, and his hand ever so carefully swats at your sensitive cunt â sending shockwaves of electrifying pleasure through your nerve endings.
ââm sorry.. âm sorry.. please.â Youâre so whiny and desperate to be stretching by him. Itâs honestly so pathetic that he pities you.
âMy poor sweet girl.â He chuckles lowly before pressing a more gentle kiss against your clit. His tongue carefully dips into your wet heat. âTastes too sweet for your own good. How am I supposed to stop enjoying you, huh?â
A glob of spit rolls down your cunt from Nanamiâs mouth, and he uses his own two fingers to spread it around, softly toying with your glistening pussy. A smirk curls on his lips as he watches the way your entrance flutters â so enticed by the potential of being filled by him.
You quietly stifle a squeal as he stuffs you with two of his thick fingers. âSo reactive, baby.â He murmurs as his tongue darts back out to gently lap and flick at your clit.
âKen.. fuck, fuck-! Mmmph..â Your hips start to roll against his fingers, trying to force them inside you. Your boyfriend obliges your silent request, and he pushes his fingers in deeper, curling upwards to that spot he knows will make you cry out his nameâŚ
âNanami-!â There it is. His fingers begin to roughly pump in and out, abusing your sensitive g-spot over and over again.
âBetter be a good girl and tell me you love me.â He mutters lowly into your cunt. He knows he doesnât have to tell you anymore â youâre already conditioned to tell him you love him when you cum. Even if heâs not the one making you finish, youâll text him a quick âI love youâ as you clench around your own fingers to the thought of him.
Your hips roll harder, and your moans are way more throaty â interrupted by small gasps for air. He can tell that youâre getting close. His mouth gently begins to suckle on the small bundle of nerves, and he focuses his tongue on swirling circles around your clit.
Itâs all so much. It feels like Nanami is literally playing you like an instrument. He knows exactly what to do to make you a whiny trembling mess.
His fat fingers are pummeling into you, slamming into your sweet spot â making overstimulated tears well up in your eyes. âSh-shit.. gonna cum.. Nanami⌠ah~ more..â Youâre babbling utter nonsense while trying to find your orgasm.
Your stomach starts to clench, and it almost feels uncomfortable. Your breath stutters as Nanami murmurs into your pussy. âLet go for me, darling. Let it alllll out.â He encourages you as if his fingers and tongue arenât absolutely tag teaming you.
âAh~ Mmph⌠I.. fuck- I love you-!â You moan as you finally feel your orgasm suddenly break. Your tight walls clench around Nanamiâs fingers, and fluids from your arousal gush out, making a big mess on his face and clothes.
Nanami quietly chuckles as he comes to realization that you just squirted on him. âOh? Thatâs how you feel, huh?â He mocks playfully before pressing one last french kiss against your cunt. âI love you more darling.â
For a moment, you donât know if itâs more directed towards you or your pussy.
*** *** ***
The early morning train ride was spent with your head cozied into Nanamiâs shoulder as he had a protective arm around you. The scenery outside was beautiful. Hakone is known for their breathtaking sights of Mount Fiji. Too bad your eyelids were so heavy from getting up so early.
Nanami takes the silence as a time to reflect. He truly canât remember a time when he was nervous like this. It was as if that emotion left him when he was a teenage boy. His familyâs harsh regime for raising him left no room for shy or nervous behavior. Men were strong, confident, sophisticated. They exuded chivalry in everything they do.
Honestly, heâs glad that he was raised the way he was. Every time he bears witness to Gojoâs crude behavior, he can only think of how happy he is to have had a strict childhood.
But right now, he wishes he wasnât so nervous. His heart is pounding in his chest, and heâs silently praying that you canât hear it. Even though he didnât care what his parents thought of you, he didnât fancy the idea of seeing you torn down by his parents. Hopefully, theyâll have enough class to take up the issues with him â not you.
*** *** ***
Nanamiâs parentâs house had a very traditional vibe to it, and it was easily twice as big as the house you grew up in. It was beautifully decorated, and the lawn was obviously meticulously cared for. It makes sense that Nanami grew up here.
âJust one weekend. Then, weâll be back to normal.â Nanami murmurs softly into your ear. Though, he doesnât know if heâs reassuring you or himself at this point. He takes a deep breath before knocking on the door with a heavy fist.
âOh, Kennn.â His mother immediately ran up to Nanami and gave him a big hug after answering the door, which he returned back to her.
âItâs good to see you, mom.â He responds heartily before he holds out his hand to his dad.
âLook at you. Our son has grown up on us.â His dad gives a sweet smile while gently nudging his mom with his elbow.
âDonât remind me!â His mom practically wails with her arms still wrapped around Nanami, and youâre awkwardly on standby.
Nanami finally puts his hands on his momâs shoulders, and he forces her to take a step back. âIt hasnât even been that long since you two saw me, and besides, I brought someone for you two to meet.â
His arm carefully wraps back around your waist, and he looks at his parents before collecting himself briefly. âThis is my girlfriend, Yn. Yn, these are my parents.â
His momâs smile falters almost unnoticeably, but you immediately pick up on her dissatisfaction. His dad seems to just he surprised.
âAh, yes, welcome to our home, yn.â His dad finally says with an earnest smile, and he subtly nudges his wife. Itâs definitely a silent reminder for her to stop looking at you like youâre an intruder.
âYour home is lovely, Mr. and Mrs. Nanami. Itâs nice to meet you two.â You try your best to not sound nervous at all, but his momâs face just makes your stomach turn.
His parents guide you through their home, but they mostly focus their attention on Nanami: asking him about his studies, asking how Gojoâs doing, and asking if heâs contacted some girl named⌠Allegra. You couldnât help but wonder if that was the girl who they wanted him to marry instead.
They didnât ask you very many questions. His dad was friendly, but it seemed like he was tip toeing around all the awkward tension. His mom was just flat out ignoring your presence â clearly in denial about her son having a girlfriend who wasnât this mysterious Allegra girl.
When it came time for dinner, his dad finally broke the awkward tension and asked about you.
âSo yn, you go to the same college as Kento?â His dad seems to be genuinely sweet â just more on the passive shy side.
âYeah, Ken and I actually share quite a few classes together.â You smile as your utensil grazes along the food they prepared. It smells delicious, but your nerves will barely allow you to nibble on it.
âWhat are you studying?â
âOh, Iâm in general studies for now. Iâm still deciding on what to major in.â You reply as you finally feel yourself beginning to relax in your chair.
âDid you tell your friend that Allegra is studying to become a doctor? Wouldnât that be nice to have in the family?â His mom finally speaks up, only addressing Nanami and not you.
Your stomach sinks as you realize why Nanami was so apologetic and reassuring this entire time. He knew his mom was just going to take subtle digs at you the entire time.
âOne, sheâs my girlfriend â not friend. Two, no, I have no reason to speak about Allegra with my girlfriend.â Nanami responds, and he gives his mom a subtle look. It appears they have a brief challenging moment before his mom looks away and relents.
Nanamiâs foot gently nudges yours underneath the table, and you try to give him a small smile in response. Itâs just hard when clearly youâre not wanted in this household.
The dinner goes silent for a moment, and the dining area fills with the sounds of chopsticks gently touching against plates. You subtly check your phone for an escape.
Nanami: Donât pay her any mind, okay?
Nanami: I promise Iâll make up for this tonight. Iâll kiss you for every rude thing she says.
Yn: and for every time she says Allegra?
Nanami: Iâll fuck you until you can���t remember her name⌠make you so dumb until you can only remember my name. Thatâs all you need to know anyways.
Yeah, thatâll do it. The negative emotions are gone â replaced by a feral need for his cock. You take a subtle breath before putting your phone away, not wanting anyone to accidentally see him dirty talking you right in front of his parents.
âAh, do you think you can help me out with the car tomorrow, Kento? Your old man is getting too old and worn out to crawl underneath there.â His dad finally breaks the silence once more.
âOf course, dad. What are you needing done on it? Iâll probably wake up early and get it done before day breaks.â Your boyfriend is such a good son. Itâs no wonder that his mom is stupid protective over him.
âI just need to breaks changed on it. Itâs probably due for an oil change too.â His dad explains, and Nanami assures him that heâll get it done.
âI didnât know you knew much about cars.â You take the chance of speaking up, and Nanamiâs hazel eyes meet yours. His face instantly softens, and his mouth opens to speak. Too bad his mom beats him too it.
âOf course, he does. He needs to know all sorts of things like that in case his future wife needs her car repaired.â His mom says with a hint of hostility in her tone. âSpeaking of which, Allegra just bought a new car a few months ago.â
You sit in silence for a moment, and you feel your stomach twisting in discomfort. You donât know why you care so much for this womanâs opinion of you. Nanami already warned you that they likely wouldnât approve of you, but you didnât know you signed up to practically be bullied all weekend.
âI know a few basic things about cars. Nothing major.â Nanami responds to you â ignoring his motherâs comments. âI can show you too if youâre interested.â
A small smile curls on your lips, and you swallow back your emotionsâ trying to stay strong for him. âThatâd be nice.â
âYou definitely have aâŚ.â
âMom.â Nanami immediately warns, staring down his mother before she can even finish her sentence.
âWhat? I wasnât going to say anything mean.â Sheâs immediately on the defensive, casually laughing as if sheâs been nothing but friendly this entire time. âI was just going to say that your friend certainly has a bold personality⌠wearing red to meet someoneâs parents is definitely⌠a choice.â
Your eyes look down at the nice blouse youâre wearing, and you swallow harshly. Nanami was actually the one to pick it out for you. He reassured you this morning that you looked gorgeous â unknowingly signing you up to be bullied.
Your face is burning hot with embarrassment, and you wish you could just fold in on yourself and die right on the spot.
âDonât talk about my girlfriend like that.â Nanami frowns, and he puts his chopsticks down on his plate. âIâm serious. Being a bully at your age is unbecoming to you as a mother.â
âKento.â His dad warns, but Nanami doesnât relent for a second.
âNo. Iâm not going to sit here and allow her to continue disrespecting my girlfriend like that.â Your boyfriend retorts, and he switches back to glaring at his mother. âIâm not dating Allegra â nor do I want to. Iâm doing you a favor by introducing you to yn. I figured youâd like to know your future daughter in law.â He gestures to you,
The color leaves his momâs face as she stares back at her son â as if him implying that he is going to marry you is the worst news sheâs ever heard. Her eyes cut over towards you in a vicious glare. âHow long have you even known my son?â
Your heart is beating straight through your chest. Confrontation isnât your strong suit, and to be honest, his mother was terrifying even though sheâs literally shorter than you are.
âW-well, we met in college soâŚâ You inwardly curse for stumbling over your words, and Nanami frowns as he looks at you. He hates that his parents are making you so unsure of yourself and your role in his life. He wants to take all your insecurities away and make you forget this ever even happened.
âItâs not even been that long! You donât even have history with this girl. Allegra was your first kiss.. your first everything!â His mother raises her voice at Nanami, making exasperating hand motions.
His first everything? He told you that you were his first.
Tears prick into your eyes before you can even think to stop him. Overwhelmed by shame and just utter defeat, you donât even know what to do other than to hide and cry.
Nanamiâs eyes widen as he sees you clearly trying to cover up the tears streaming down your cheeks. His jaw tightens as he returns his gaze to his mother.
âThatâs funny. I donât recall you ever being present for any of those things.â His mom starts to speak up, but he is quick to shut her back down. âI kissed Allegra because you were breathing down my neck to. I was barely 15 at that time, and it happened once. That was the first and only time I ever even touched her.â
His mom starts to try to speak up again to probably bring up some other point about why he should be with Allegra. Nanami interrupts her again.
âAllegra and I do not like each other. We hardly tolerated each other for yours and her parentsâ sake. You have to get over it. Iâm with yn, and Iâm happy â happier than Iâve ever been. She was my first everything. My first real kiss, my first girlfriend, and since you seem to want to stick your nose so far in my business, she was my first in bed too.â
âKento, youâre being incredibly disrespectful.â Her voice is much more strict now as she scolds her grown son.
âI wonder where I get it from. It seems as though we both have a propensity for being rude.â He retorts, and while heâs arguing, his hand slides over to your inner thigh under the table, and he gropes it harshly.
Heâs so pissed. He doesnât even know how to get rid of this anger. His hand squeezes your thigh tightly, making your face go bright red as you look away from everyone.
âIâm not accepting her into this family. You can forget that. Sheâs changed you.â His motherâs words are growing harsher, and his dad is trying to quietly calm her. She doesnât pay him any mind though.
âFine. Weâll just go make our own family.â Nanami scoots his chair back, and he stands up. His hand roughly pulls you up as well â not giving you a chance to even think about what he just said. He bends down and effortlessly throw you over his shoulder, making you gape in surprise. His arm securing you by wrapping around the back of your thighs. âAnd by the way, I chose the red blouse. It matches the cute bra sheâs wearing that I also chose for her.â
His parents stare at him â both completely dumbfounded by what just happened. They didnât raise him to be like that, but what were they going to do?? Stop him? Thatâs a laughable thought. Youâre not even sure God himself could pull Ken off of you when heâs feral like this.
His footsteps are heavy as he stomps up the stairs towards his teenage bedroom. Nothing has changed since he was last in here. Itâs still completely sterile from how he was made to clean it each day. The walls are littered with posters of various science related things, and he has some posters of older video games he use to enjoy.
Your body is practically flung onto the bed, and Nanami doesnât waste a single second. His heart is pounding in his chest. His mind is fogged with pure anger. He hasnât felt like this in so long. It reminds him of why he took up going to the gym.
With no punching bag in sight, youâre his only outlet.
His body is unwavering on top of yours â a force to be reckoned with, and his mouth immediately connects with yours in a suffocating kiss. Quiet hums and moans fill the air between you two, and he quite literally steals the breath from your lungs. His fingers wrap around your wrists easily, pinning them above your head on the bed.
No longer satiated from robbing you of your breath, Nanami trails his kisses down to your neck. To hell with not marking you â he needs to see his brand on your neck. Youâre his, arenât you? Who cares if his parents see?
âAh~â You let out a breathy whimper as he angrily sucks and bites on your neck. Your skin is sensitive - already turning bright shades of blue and purple from his mouth. His dental imprint litters your neck and shoulders.
âK-Ken.. what about..?â You start to ask about his parents. Theyâre going to hear you two. Wouldnât that just make things worse?
âDonât care.â He responds so brashly. If he thinks about his parentâs behavior any longer, heâs going to need to fuck you into next week to get all his anger out.
Riiiip!
Your eyes widen as you look up at your boyfriendâs hulking figure. The blouse that you were just criticized for was now more like a coat, split down the middle, revealing your perfect breasts, so prettily on display in your red lacy bra.
His mouth waters as he looks you up and down. You have almost this panicked look in your eye, provoked by his unpredictability, and for whatever reason, itâs driving him insane.
His mouth is back on you like it never left: kissing and biting on your mounds, painting them so beautifully with his mark. âYouâre mine.â He grunts lowly. His jealousy almost makes it sound like his parents were insinuating that you should marry someone else.
âSay it.â He demands before his teeth graze over your collarbone. His warm breath fans over your skin, making you shiver.
âYours.â You comply with such a small whimper, and your body jolts when you feel his raging bulge rub against you.
âSee what you do to me?â He rumbles lowly as he looks down to where heâs now shamelessly dry humping you through clothes like heâs a horny teenager.
âFuck⌠Ken..â You whisper as youâre also mesmerized by the sight. His slacks are completely taught, outlining the shape of his cock so well. You can almost see the veins that protrude on him.
His hips rolls slowly against yours, savoring the way the fabric rubs against him and you. His dick is painfully throbbing â begging for the reprieve of being squeezed by your gummy walls.
âAre you as much of a mess as I am, baby?â He asks as his hand dips into your pants. His eyebrows furrow, and he lets out a low groan as his fingers are instantly coated in your slick. He slips his hand back out of your pants just to slide his fingers into his mouth. He holds eye contact with you as he hums in satisfaction. He'll never get enough of your taste.
âYou want this, donât you? Want me to fuck you where my parents can hear you?â He slides his hand back down into your pants, and his fingers rub tight, firm circles against your clit, making your body squirm from pleasure.
âNngh~ ah!â Youâre already so noisy, and he hasnât even began fucking you yet.
âGive âem a show, baby. Let them hear how good I make you feel.â
âMmm~ KenâŚâ You moan as your back arches up off the bed. His fingers press down harder on your swollen clit.
âYou can do better than that, darling.â He can be so condescending in bed, using that insatiable need for praise against you.
âKen!â You shout, all logical thought has abandoned you. He tells you to do better? You do better.
âGood girl.â He purrs before sliding his hand out of your pants. He canât get your clothes off of you quick enough. His cock is beckoning for attention, still neglected from yesterday of just eating you out.
Your hands shakily try to unbutton his shirt, and he chuckles lowly at your pitiful efforts. âAw, my poor girl. Already so shaken up. Go on. You can do it.â
You huff at his taunting. Usually, heâd just see you struggling and take off his clothes for you, but today he was thriving off watching you so desperately trying to get his clothes off him.
It takes you a minute to get his clothes off him, and you donât even properly take off his pants. You merely shoved them down along with his boxers just low enough for his monstrous cock to spring out. Nanami merely watches you with a cocky smirk.
âYeah? This is what you wanted?â He purrs lowly, and he carefully drags his tip up and down your core, smearing his precum along your lips as if his tip was giving you a sloppy kiss.
âGonna take all of it, arenât you?â His other hand releases your wrists, and he lovingly cups your cheek. His hand is so big compared to your face. He loves watching you nuzzle up into his palm.
You nod your head quickly in response, lifting your hips up to meet his with each slow movement. Wet slippery noises from your cunt weeping for him fill the room.
âUse your words.â He demands before he speaks up louder â just to spite his parents who are right below you two. âI said. Youâre going to take this dick like a good girl, arenât you?â
âYes!â You whine before your body is completely shell shocked from a quick slap to your cunt. His cock is so heavy â you can feel the weight of it as his rudely smacks it against you again.
âLouder.â
âYes sir-!â You immediately oblige, following his commands without a second thought in your brain.
His lips curl into a lopsided grin, and he carefully guides his sweltering tip towards your entrance, plugging your hole with just his head.
âKeep being a good girl like that, and I might have to give you baby. Do you want that?â He asks while carefully stretching you by fucking his tip in and out of your tight hole. âYou wanna have my baby, donât you?â
âFfffuck- Ken! T-too much..â You squirm your body against his bedsheets, and he chuckles at your poor attempt at getting away.
âYou clearly want this, so why are you running?â He hands latch onto your thighs, and he pulls you back down towards him, inadvertently impaling you even further on his cock.
A smug chuckles bubbles up in his throat as he sees how much of a mindless mess you are. He loves how he can make you all dumb so quickly with his dick. It brings him great joy to know that you trust him and can just let go, letting the more primal urges take over.
âMmm~ so tight and wet for me, arenât you darling? Need to just let Ken take care of you, yeah?â His voice is like velvet as he slowly thrusts himself in and out, sinking deeper into you with each movement, splitting you wide open.
âAh~! nnnnn⌠so good.â You manage to whine out.
âWhat a crybaby. I know you can take me better than that, darling.â Nanami gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before his large hand wraps around your neck, applying pressure in just the right spots to make you all lightheaded.
"Come on. Show me how good you can take it~" His hips snap forward suddenly, sinking his full length deep inside you. Your eyes roll back into your head as he takes full control over you.
His hips are pounding forward, bumping his tip right against your cervix with every mean thrust. His balls are heavy and slapping against the flesh of your ass â a reminder for how pent up he's been recently.
Maybe it's the lack of an orgasm for the last couple of days or maybe it's his parents being utter assholes to you, but Kento finds himself feeling frustrated all over again. Low grunts and growls escape him, and he uses his grip on your neck to push himself in even further -- harder.
The sound of skin clapping against skin fills the room, and his childhood beds starts to squeak out with each forceful blow. He knows for a fact that his parents can hear every single noise. The thin walls of this house absolutely hide nothing. He may as well have fucked you right there against the kitchen table to really prove a point.
"Fuck-! Kenkenkenken! Ah~" You can't even form sentences much less words other than his name. Before you can even warn him, your walls begin to pulse around him - practically milking him while your orgasm takes you over. "Nnngh~ I-I love you.."
"Mmnn~ I didn't tell you that you could do that, sweetheart." He hazel eyes bore into your very soul as his grin shifts to a more wild one. His hips move with even more vigor as if he's trying to push himself straight into your womb,
His hand lets go of your throat, finally allowing you to get a deep breath of air while trying to cope with his massive size pumping in and out of you as if you're nothing but a senseless fuck toy, but you clearly fucking love it. You're practically dripping all over him, soaking his bedsheets in your arousal.
At this point, his parents aren't sure if he's killing you or fucking you. Either way, they're too afraid to intervene. They didn't raise a gentleman at all. They raised a monster.
"Mmph... Need to give you a baby. Can I? You'd make such a pretty mama. School be damned. I need you." Normally, Nanami is pretty controlled over his pillow talk. He's really good at it, but right now, he's completely lost in you -- just babbling promises of giving you a baby and marrying you.
"Y-yes, Ken! Fuck... give me a baby, please." Your legs are trembling around his waist, and your fingernails are giving him such pretty decorations along his back. Small trophies for fucking you just right.
"Fuuuck- Take it. T... take it all..." His voice is a gravely groan as his cock twitches inside you, spilling all of his seed directly into your tummy. It's so fucking much from holding back for a couple of days - completely filling you up. "I love you so much. Gonna marry you one day."
The house is eerily silent for a moment as both you and Nanami catch your breaths. He stays planted on top of you, keeping your legs hooked around his waist. Small creaks of footsteps against a floorboard fill the air, and you tense up, thinking his parents were going to come in there and raise all sorts of problems.
Nanami gently strokes your face with the back of his hand. "Shhh, they're not coming in here. Promise." He whispers lowly, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. You slowly relax in his arms, trusting his words that his parents weren't going to come in there.
You can hear a door open and shut, and it sounds like bickering back and forth between his parents.
"See? They're just going to bed." He presses another reassuring kiss to your cheek.
His hips continue to lazily pump in and out of you, basically fucking his cum back into you as it seeps out. His cock is hyper sensitive, but he can't get enough. You're completely drenched for him. You deserve more of his loving.
"Keennn~" You whine quietly, shifting in the bed slightly as your legs are all achy and sore from him taking out all of his anger on you.
"What is it, baby?" He asks in a hushed whisper against your ear. His breath tickles your skin, making you slightly squirm in response. "I'm just making sure it takes, yeah?" His cock sinks further into you, already growing hard all over again even though he just finished.
"Mmmph~" You hum as your eyes slipped closed. Nanami smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, knowing that you're already needy all over again for him.
"Answer me, darling. Want me to stop?" He asks while peppering kisses all over your face. If the last round was about degradation and taking his anger out, then this one was about how much he loves you and can't get enough of you.
"Nonono... don't stop, please." You murmur out quickly, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.
"That's my good girl... Always needin' more, aren't you?" He hums lowly, and his cock pumps in and out so slowly, delicately smushing against your cervix with each loving thrust.
"Mmn.. I love you." You slur out, completely cock drunk at this point. Kento just smiles and continues to dote on your with messy kisses against your cheeks and neck. His hand is gently massaging your breast, just barely teasing your nipple while he makes love to you.
"And I love you, darling." He responds before he feels you squeezing around him already. "Oh pretty, again?" He asks as his eyes look down to your fluids gushing around his length. "Such a mess. How are we meant to sleep on these sheets now?"
"'m sorry... I c-couldn't help it. 'm so sorry." You whimper as your face dips into his shoulder, hiding you obvious embarrassment.
Kento's arms wrap around your waist, and he uses his hold on you to drag you up and down along his length â still moving at such a torturously slow pace, making you feel every inch as it enters you.
"Aw, that's alright, darling. I'll clean us up. Just take a little bit more for me, yeah?" He whispers into your ear while your pelvis is slotting against his. He's damn near holding you up into his arms. Lucky you for having such a strong boyfriend.
His lips find yours for a messy kiss. His tongue slips past your lips, claiming your mouth as his completely. A few seconds later, his cock is pumping you full again with his cum â still so much on the second round.
Without even missing a beat, Nanami's mumbling breathily in your ear. "Mmm, I know I said I'd clean us up, but you wouldn't hate a third round, would you?"
*** *** ***
Nanami didn't wake you up the next morning to watch him work on the car. He knew your poor little body was put through the ringer yesterday, so he gave you a tender kiss on the temple before making his way into the garage in just his sleeping pants and socks.
His father's car was already propped up on the jack, and his father groaned as he leaned up off the ground. "Well good morning." He says in a knowing tone.
"Good morning. Why are you down there? I told you I'd fix it today." Nanami asks as he shoos his dad out of his way, and he slides himself underneath the car.
"Well, I didn't know if you'd be up for it after your fun ventures last night." His dad hands Nanami a tool to help get the brake pads off the car.
Nanami stays silent. In his new found clarity, he does know that fucking you so loudly to where his parents can hear was a weird retaliation method, but he doesn't regret doing it.
"Your mother cried all night last night."
"Maybe she needs a reality check if she's that damn upset about who I choose to romantically involve myself with." Nanami rolls his eyes, and he grunts as he forces the brake pad away from the car.
"I don't think she was crying because of that. I think she realizes just how far she drove you away from her with her constant pressure over your love life." His dad explains, and he hands Nanami the new brake pad to replace on the car. "I'm not saying you or yn have to forgive her for how she acted today, but I am asking that you try to give her another chance today. I think she understands now."
Nanami takes a deep breath, but he nods quietly. "She's got one more time to say anything rude to my girlfriend, and we're taking the first train back to the university."
*** *** ***
Your eyes darted over to Nanami's nervously when his mother asked you to have a girl's day with her, but your boyfriend gently rubbed your back, silently assuring you that it'd be okay. At least, he hoped it'd be okay.
Nanami: Text me if she says anything rude. I'll pack our stuff up and we'll leave, okay?
Luckily, you didn't have to text him at all that day. His mom took you sight seeing around the town, out to eat at one of Hakone's favorite restaurants, and you two got your nails done.
"You know, I was being a bad person yesterday." She starts off as you two are sat next to each other. Her feet are being massaged by one of the workers, and you're getting your toes painted. "I guess I just had this idea of how I wanted Kento's life to go, and when things started not going to plan, I started trying to grasp onto anything that'd give me control."
You glance over at his mother, and she has a small nostalgic smile upon her face. "I can't believe I allowed myself to act that way towards you... especially after my parents did the same thing to Kento's dad."
"Your parents didn't accept Kento either?" You curiously ask, wondering how similar your stories were.
"No, but they didn't try to arrange me into a marriage either. They just didn't think Kento's dad was manly enough for me. They didn't like seeing me wear the pants in the relationship, but that's just what works for us... I use to beg for them to just let us be happy, but they never stopped criticizing him. I finally just.. stopping talking to them when I fell pregnant with Kento." She explains in a voice raw with emotion. You can clearly see how this still impacts her to this day.
"I don't want Ken to do the same to me... I want to be in his and your life and my future grandchild's life if that's what you two choose to do. I raised him well, and I know he has a good judgement of character. So, I know you must be a good person. If he's happy, then that's all that matters to me." She goes on, giving you a small apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry for how I acted towards you last night. It will never happen again."
*** *** ***
Nanami had spent the whole day checking his phone religiously while his dad kept him employed with random home renovation tasks. He was waiting for the moment to start packing up your stuff and telling his mom that he wasn't going to speak to them again.
When he heard sounds of wailing coming from the front door, he immediately hopped off the ladder that his dad was holding for him.
"Kento-!" His dad shouts as he wobbles around, but Nanami was already speed walking towards the front door to see what was happening.
To his surprise, there was no wailing. It was only hysterical laughter coming from you and his mom. He stood in the door way with a confused look on his face as he observed you two.
"Yes, he was such a cutie pie.." His mom laughs as she shows you another picture of Kento in high school.
"Aww, Ken... you didn't tell me you were emo." You greeted your boyfriend with a fit of giggles from seeing his high school photos. His fringe proudly in view.
Nanami rakes his hands through his shorter hair now, and he lets out a relieved laugh. Seeing you interact so happily with his mom was enough to make him feel full with love. His heart feels at ease now... until he remembers that he has to meet your parents at some point.
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okay hear me outâŚ. reverse hybrid au⌠with tigerhybrid!sukuna bc nobody else can handle him because heâs so aggressive and overbearing .. so reader is their last resort zoo caretaker and theyâre is shocked at how itâs like reader has a leash on tigerhybrid!sukuna đ
IâVE GOT IT?
Synopsis: Youâre head of a completely different department so why are you being asked to help with an odd situation?
Warnings: Female!reader + Mean!Sukuna + cringe tropes (sorry) + Hybrid!Sukuna: ears and a tail + heat + cumming inside + doggy + NOTPROOFREAD!!! + obsessed!Sukuna
Pairings: Tigerhybrid!Sukuna x female!Reader
Notes: Iâm really working to improve my writing for you guys!! Esp my non-English speakers
âMiss please you know we would never beg like this if it wasnât urgent.â
âI donât specialize in that field, how many times must I tell you?â
You were getting sick of these scientists coming to you more often than normal, thereâs three right now begging for you to take on a case that you didnât want to do.
âSukuna is out of control, heâs already injured five of our best, now they refuse to work with himâ
âAnd I should be the sixth?â You say with a quirk of your brow.
They all stop and stare at one another, you have a good ass point what makes them think that youâll be the antidote for their beast they decided to keep.
âLike I said, my stance on this wonât change.â
Another voice in the doorway of your office speaks up: âIâll upgrade your pay and have you transferred up.â
Your ears perk up at this offer, to go even further where you are right now means business and a fuck ton of money. On the flip side it means facing whatever theyâre against but youâve always been a little greedy for money so you oblige.
The scientists made sure to throw you in the thinnest garments: âto let him know you donât have anything on you.â As they put it.
They also had told you no sudden movements and to talk with him in a calm manner, show him you arenât afraid and find out whatâs been making him so angry lately. Easy peasy except your life is on the line!
You disregard any negative thoughts of death and make your way into the place where they keep their hybrids, itâs like little apartments where they can do as they please in return for information on their biology, as far as you know they love it here. Youâve once met puppy!hybrids Satoru and Suguru they were very sweet men, needy but sweet.
Your first step into the apartment is met with a strong smell, a smell of something primal if that even has a smell. Itâs warm.
You start poking around his place, checking his fridge and looking for anything out of the ordinary, nothing seems amiss though. Itâs not until you come up to one of the doors and hear slight noises. You press your ear up closer making the noise more clearer: whining it sounds like whining.
Could he perhaps be In pain? You knock three times and announce youâre coming in. The door clicks and you start slowly pulling it open. You see the man in all his glory resting upon his bed, arms wrapped around his pillow and an unreadable expression.
Sukuna is big, heâs a big man compared to all the other hybrids, heâs brimming with pure muscle. Does he workout in here? Your thoughts are interrupted by slight growling: heâs warning you. Step any close r and he will have no choice but to harm you.
You pay him no mind, instead you step fully in and start looking around without a care in the world.
âYouâre making trouble- why is that?â You say while looking through his dresser.
âYouâre being extremely nosy, leave before I kill you.â He threatens harshly.
âIf you harm me Iâll have you sent somewhere else, I know where you come from and Iâm assuming you donât want to go back.â
The room goes eerily silent like heâs making a choice, he opens his mouth to speak but a groan accidentally slips past his lips.
Oh⌠the big oaf is in heat, and top scientists couldnât tell or try to track his cycle?
âYou in heat big guy?â
âNo-â
âSuch a liar, Iâm not here to make fun of you, Iâm here to make sure you get proper help.â
âThe only way Iâll get proper help is if I fuck someone.â So damn blunt you think to yourself.
He continues speaking: âI think you know they wonât allow that though.â
âWould you like some toys? I can request that for you.â
âUseless.â
You let out the loudest sigh and plop down on his fluffy bed. Bending your head in his direction you see heâs not looking at your face but your body, eyes fully trained on your pert nipples because of the cold.
You allow the poor suffering hybrid to mount you, putting a good bit of his weight on your back you can feel the outline of his thick meaty cock resting near your cunt and ass.
Heâs hard, fully hard and probably has been for a while: you feel almost a little bad.
Sukuna doesnât waste anytime grinding down against you, it feels so fucking good, his cock is accepting anything even if itâs the bare minimum. Everytime he meets your ass he whines, such a needy tiger you coo.
Heâs ignoring all the dirty little comments you send his way too focused on the only good sensation heâs felt for a while, his hand doesnât compare to your rounded ass. You reach between your legs and pull his shorts down, letting his cock bob free for a minute before heâs pushing up against you again.
Heâs producing so much precum that youCan feel it through your silky garments.
âSmells so good⌠really good.â âMhhhphmmm-â heâs now being open with his groans too focused on the feeling of his tip prodding your clothed pussy. His swishing tail is within your eyesight, you grab it and rub it for extra stimulation.
You help him a little bit by bouncing your ass against him. He places his head in the crook of your neck and starts nibbling on your neck, you can feel how sharp his damn teeth are and pray to yourself he isnât going to bite you: killing you in the process.
He doesnât do any of that instead he just lightly bites, using no strength at all. While heâs busying tearing up your neck you slip your panties off, grabbing his fat length and teasing your wet hole. Just feeling it in your hand has your body burning up in arousal itâs been a while since youâve had a cock, especially a cock his size.
You slowly start inching it in, the stretch is so damn unbearable and uncomfortable. When he feels what youâre doing he starts moving his hips already. An impatient thing such as him isnât gonna wait. He gets about halfway in and you feel a thick liquid fill you, did this beast just cum? Already?
âNhhhnn.. fuck-..â this doesnât deter him because heâs sitting fully on his knees and pulling you flush against him, his entire length snuggly inside your pussy. He doesnât wait to bounce you back on him, you canât comprehend anything properly so shocked by how he just made you take every inch of him.
Your lashes flutter closed as he ruts into you like youâre the damn sex tox heâs been given, one he wasnât gonna take care of properly. His hold on you is extremely tight so you can do nothing but take him fully, even when your walls threaten to constrict around him he pushes through it and keeps fucking Into you.
You allow him, allow him to thrust like a wild animal, mercilessly pulling all the way out of you just to slam back in. Drool is seeping down your neck where heâs latched on in droves. Heâs far too gone, pussy has never felt this good.
By the end Sukuna is still rutting uselessly, heâs not even hard anymore he just canât stop leaking cum nor has that good euphoric feeling stopped. Heâs made a mess of your pussy, his cum and yours seeping down your thighs and onto his ruined sheets.
Hes licking at your face and you can hear a deep rumbling in his chest, this big hybrid is purring in content. Any attempt to move from under him is completely halted, he wonât let you move even an inch.
He begins sucking on your nipples, theyâre definitely gonna be sore later but now it seems he just wants comfort and you fully give that to him. Rubbing his ears and whispering sweet nothings to him.
After that incident Sukuna is completely attached, he constantly whines for you to come see him including the scientists also calling for you to calm him down. He wonât let you have a moments peace.
Even when you tell him youâre extremely busy heâs having none of it, if he wants you to laze around and do nothing but rub him or praise/coddle him he completely expects it!
As his mate youâre meant to be with him all the time you should be grateful heâs even letting you leave the nest.
You were left fully shocked when he first called you his mate but the scientists explained that you were his first and now you are his last, they had all praised you because testing was made easier if you were there.
Theyâre all surprised to see him completely like mush under you, like one time when it was time for his blood to be drawn he made you come and sit in his lap while he had it taken. The doctors said he seemed to be completely smitten with you, in love and so possessive.
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Giving up
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Coaxing your neighbor into having sex with you although he's unsure since he's much, much older than you
Warnings: big ass unspecified age-gap, Jackson!Joel is a softie Smut| unprotected piv, crempie, insicure!joel, sub!joel, also my man has trouble lasting cause he's not done this in a very long time.
a/n:i needed to write some cheesy romantic stuff, and maybe it doesn't really make all that sense in this story and maybe i cried while writing this cause no one is ever gonna love me like this but so what bitch leave me alone (i also am i lil tipsy as i proofread this, so ignore any mistakes pls)
Part 1
"did you do something to your hair?"
Tommy was standing on Joel's doorstep, looking at him as if he were an alien.
"I washed 'em" he grumbled, "what do you want?"
His brother couldn't help but huff out a laugh
"someone's in a good mood today"
"I've gotta be somewhere, just tell me what you want"
Tommy's interest was only piqued more.
there stood his brother, his clothes perfectly clean- maybe even ironed- his hair... styled, his beard trimmed...
something was definitely going on.
"Where are you going?"
Joel rolled his eyes now, shooting his little brother a death glare
"none of your business"
Oh he knew what was going on...
"Who is she?"
"Tommy-"
"Is it Jessica? I bet 's Jessica, she's always flirting with you you ol' dog-"
Joel swore he was gonna punch him- he was already running late because of how long he took to pick his clothes- finding a flannel that wasn't completely worn out turned out to be real fucking hard.
He felt stupid for how much effort he'd put into getting ready, he felt stupid for how anxious he was, but most of all... he wanted his brother to go away.
"There ain't no one, Tommy- now, if there ain't anything you need, please go-"
But just then- just when he was finally going to get rid of him, your sweet, soft voice made its way to his ears.
"Hi Joel! Hi Tommy!" You smiled from your porch, waving your hand at him and his brother "You didn't forget about today, did you Joel?"
What in the actual fuck?
Tommy did a double-check, looking between you and his brother, and when he finally confirmed that it was actually him you were talking to, you whom he'd gotten all dolled up for, he couldn't do anything but let out a slow, long breath.
"No I didn't- I'll be there in a minute, darlin'!" Joel was answering you as his brother regained his ability to speak
"well... Fuck. Me" he was in awe, his voice barely a murmur
"it ain't like that" Joel was quick to intervene "'m just fix-"
"'m sure it ain't" Tommy let out a chuckle, his hand going to pat his brother's back "You fucking lucky bastard"
"Tommy I know she's young bu-"
"shut up man" he laughed "Just go have fun, you asshole"
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"Sorry 'm late, Tommy was just-"
You smiled at his words, shaking your head
"It's ok, Joel" you cooed as you let him in,
He gave you a soft little smile, and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
Joel Miller didn't smile just at anyone.
"water?" you asked, leading him to the kitchen.
"Uhm- sure"
His heart was damn near beating out of his chest already- for no fucking reason at all.
Well except the obvious one... you'd sucked his dick and he'd eaten you out three days ago- and you'd made it clear you wanted more.
Jesus Christ, he felt like a fourteen-year-old with his first crush.
You watched him as he sipped on the glass.
"So?" a soft smirk was caged between your teeth "Did you think about it?"
He damn near choked.
Which didn't make any sense, he was expecting this, he already knew you'd ask.
He cleared his throat, diverting his eyes from you "I-I have"
"And?"
You'd gotten closer, your expectant eyes studying every inch of his face
pleasepleasepleaseplease say yes
"Did- didn't you have something that needed fixing?"
Oh for fuck's sake
"joel" you called for him in what almost sounded like a plead.
"darlin' just... lemme fix your cabinet first"
This man was gonna be the goddamn death of you.
"ok"
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As it turns out, in many different ways.
Who knew watching him fix something would turn out to be so fucking hot?
He'd rolled his shirt up so that his strong forearms and a glimpse of his beautiful bite-worthy biceps were showing, his hands moved so very expertly that they couldn't help but bring back memories of what those same fingers had done to you just a few days ago, and his face... he looked so hot when he was all in his head, concentrated only on the task before him-
or so you thought.
"You're gonna stare at me the whole time?"
A soft laugh escaped your lips
"don't mind me- just enjoying the view"
He huffed out a laugh as he went back to work, but you couldn't help but notice the fact he pushed his sleeves ever further up his arms, giving you more of a view of his delectable skin.
What a tease
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"there we go" he said after some time, opening and closing the cabinet one final time to make sure "all done"
For the record, this time you hadn't even done it on purpose, the cabinet had actually broken. It was like fate was sending you a message.
You awakened from your daydreams as he stood up to his full height, and hopped off the stool you were sitting on to walk closer to him, noticing some dampness in your panties while doing so...
It wasn't your fault... he was the one looking way too hot doing such a simple task.
"thank you" You smiled up at him, your hands going to his chest,
He held his breath for a moment
"'s nothing babygirl"
"yeah? then... you think you could check my bedroom too?" you were biting your lip in a way that made your question take on a whole different meaning "to make sure nothing needs fixing y'know?"
"In your... bedroom?"
"yes, Joel- please" you added, with your best innocent doe eyes.
Which of course made him fold in a matter of seconds.
You'd taken on a different tactic. It was obvious at this point that the man was too shy and too unsure to give you an answer (or the one you wanted to hear anyway), which is why you needed to present him with the actual possibility right in front of him.
And yeah maybe it was manipulative, but fuck it if you didn't wanna feel the man inside of you.
The flashbacks of what he did to you on that bed filled his mind the moment he stepped into the room.
He needed to get a grip or he wouldn't be able to hide his growing bulge in a minute.
"Everything seems right"
"yeah? 'm not sure about the bed" you hummed, desperately hoping he would just go along with it "it makes a weird sound when I get on it"
He turned to you then, his eyes locking with yours for an infinite second.
"try" you said finally, nodding to the bed.
He watched you for a moment longer before, surprising you, he did it- he sat on the bed.
The mattress creaked underneath his weight, and you made quick work of strolling closer to him as he pressed his palms on the bed, checking for the inexistent "weird sound"
"it don't look like there's anythin' wron-" he looked up the moment your hands found his shoulders "Whatcha doin'? sweethear-"
You were sat on his lap before he could even finish the sentence.
"Joel" you spoke his name softly, as if it were a caress, your hands slowly moving up and down from his shoulders to his pecs, as you finally scooted closer to him so your core was right against the hardness in his jeans-
He inhaled sharply, his fingers curling on the bed.
"would you like to have sex with me or not?"
You accentuated your words with a slow roll of your hips, grinding onto him and making a soft groan build inside his throat
"this- this ain't really fair sugar"
A smirk pulled at your lips as you lowered your head to whisper in his ear "I never said I didn't play dirty, Mr. Miller"
Your right hand trailed lower, moving down his belly so slowly that Joel thought he might just lose his mind.
"You're y-young baby-"
Your hand had found his crotch, the outline of his dick fitting in your hand oh so perfectly.
"we've gone over this already Joel, I'm old enough" you purred, your lips leaving a peck just below his ear "old enough to do many many things"
He cursed under his breath
"I just... I don't understand"
A breathy laugh escaped you
"there's not much to understand really" you murmured "You're hot, and I like you, and I wanna get in your pants"
That earned you a chuckle
"and you're sure you won't regret this?" he asked, "you sure this is what you really want- that- that you don't want to give a boy your age a chance instead of me?"
You smiled as you looked up at him,
you'd never met a man so sweet
"Joel, I promise you I'm sure" you whispered "I promise you this is what I want, you are what I want"
Fucking damn it
How could he ever say no after that?
With those gentle eyes of yours looking at him, with your hand right over his cock...
"So?"
He was gonna think about the consequences tomorrow. Now- now there was only you.
"yes"
That single word sounded better than any song you'd ever heard.
yes
Your lips were on his before he could even think of changing his mind- and god did they feel like a dream.
His soft stubble grazed against your cheeks and upper lip, as you deepened the kiss, as he opened up to you, closing his eyes only after he'd taken you in, only after he could admire all that was happening to him for some godforsaken reason.
A growl rumbled from his chest when your core found his dick again, grinding onto it in a way, that combined with the way your tongue was tasting every inch of him, was making him see stars.
He didn't think he'd kissed like this in 30 years,
making out seemed like such a distant thing from him, he was much too old to do something like this, and yet... everything about you made him feel like a teenager all over again, so perhaps it was fitting-
and god he had forgotten how amazing it felt.
You started undoing his flannen, not even dreaming of breaking the kiss, and once you opened his shirt up, once his big strong chest was right there before you, you just had to look at it.
You leaned away, his lips chasing yours making you smile as your gaze lowered.
Jesus, he was the hottest man you'd ever seen.
Some hair and freckles adorned his pecs, his little belly was ever so cutely fighting against his jeans- his skin was soft beneath your palms as they explored every inch they could reach.
He was looking at you, watching your blow-out eyes, wondering what potion you'd drank to be this mesmerized by what he had to offer.
You smiled once you caught him, leaning closer to leave a quick kiss on his lips.
"take off your clothes"
You got off of him, and once he saw you get rid of your shirt, your boobs pushed together by a simple black bra that somehow, at the moment, seemed like the sexiest thing in the world, he rushed to follow suit, nearly tripping getting off his pants.
The moment he looked at you again, the world- the universe, it all went quiet.
You stood naked before him, a soft, perfect little thing, looking like a damn dream.
"babygirl" he could only breathe as you reached him again.
"What?" you laughed
"I-I don't even know"
You shook your head, grinning from ear to ear as he pressed his mouth on yours again.
He was already addicted.
In a haze, you found yourself on the bed, your body caged beneath his, his tongue fighting with yours, his hands all over- You almost had the urge to laugh at how desperate he seemed, how frantically he was touching every inch of you, exploring every piece of skin-
His hands were on your tits, fingers gently playing with your nipples, then on your belly, your waist, your ass, your thighs, until finally, he found your core, but before he had the time to fully reach it you'd switched up with him, straddling his lap as he laid flat on his back... only he couldn't keep away for even a second and he immediately sat up, grabbing your waist.
He couldn't even begin to complain that you'd already grabbed his cock, positioning it at your entrance.
You couldn't wait anymore- you needed him now.
"Wait-" he murmured, his breathing labored already "you sure you're... y'know ready?"
Oh my god, you swore you were gonna fall for him if he kept this shit up.
"Joel" you smiled, looking into his big brown eyes "I've been wet since you fixed the cabinet"
"I-" he blushed "You-you sure?"
You didn't answer him, you simply took one of his hands in yours and guided him to feel just how much you were telling the truth.
"Fuck"
"yeah" you smirked "that's just what you do to me, Mr. Miller"
Jesus fuck
Joel didn't think his cock had ever been so hard.
You didn't give him time to do or say anything- he'd gathered that's how you did things by now- as you slowly, oh so very slowly, started sinking onto him.
He was big, the kind of big you'd be feeling tomorrow morning. The stretch hurt just right, so overwhelmed by the unadulterated pleasure that it was barely there.
Soft little moaned gasps spilled from your lips with every inch added, your eyes were closed, only focusing on the extraordinary feeling as your nails clawed at Joel's chest.
Until, finally- you'd done it. You were fully sat on his cock, and while your eyelids fluttered open, you regained your ability to hear- to hear the curses leaving Joel's mouth between ragged breaths
"Jesus Christ- Jesus fucking Christ- Goddamnit"
His grip on your waist was so tight you were sure it was gonna leave a bruise... not that you were complaining.
"you ok?"
His eyes were shut close and creases of effort filled his forehead, while his chest went up and down as he desperately tried to breathe.
"Joel?"
He swallowed tightly, now breathing in through his nose before exhaling from his mouth.
"d-don't move"
You smiled as you promised "I won't"
God this was fucking embarrassing.
He'd spent three days training.
And yes he wasn't sure he would have said yes, but still, better safe than sorry- except for the fact it clearly hadn't worked.
He had spent three days fucking his own fist and trying to last as much as possible and he did do progress... but this... this was fucking nothing like what he'd felt in the last twenty years.
He was so fucked
"I-I'm sorry" he gritted out, sounding almost defeated "I- I haven't done this in a long time darlin'"
"And you... you feel so fuckin' good- fuck"
Your walls had inadvertently squeezed around him at his words, making a groan rumble in his chest.
"You have nothing to apologize for Joel"
he would have told you that your voice was making everything worse if he weren't so preoccupied with trying to calm his dick down.
"take all the time you need"
And so he did, his eyes remained closed as he breathed through the initial shock, until finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was back.
He had to stifle a moan once he opened his eyes back up.
There you were, your beautiful eyes trained on his with such gentleness and care that it made where his gaze fell to feel even more sinful.
Your boobs were barely touching his chest, and yet they could have been in his face for the effect they had on him- his hands were on your waist, holding onto your soft flesh, your thighs were straddling his lap, giving him no choice but to finally look between your bodies, where you two connected.
"Darlin'" he murmured, hypnotized
You smiled, watching him admiring you in silence
"You look..."
Every word that came to mind wasn't enough, you were otherwordly, you were perfection... so he just settled on the simplest, and perhaps truest of them all.
"you're beautiful"
Your cheeks burned with heat as his gaze came back to yours.
"so are you, Joel"
And that was that.
His lips found yours again, and you couldn't stop your hips as they started moving, rocking back and forth and bringing little waves of ecstasy to your core.
A desperate moan spilled from yours to Joel's mouth as he grabbed the back of your head, forcing you into an even deeper kiss as he started following your movements.
Your hands went to the back of his neck, grabbing at the hair at the nape of it as you finally started bouncing on his dick, and god- god it was even better than you could have ever imagined
The loudest growl sounded from his throat as you worked yourself up and down on his shaft.
He was in another universe, his actions were only reflexes as the hand not tangled in your hair found your tits and then your ass, grabbing at it with tenderness and need.
"Oh Joel" you cried, his dick filling you up better than anything ever before.
You could quite literally feel him in your stomach, every little vein and ridge of skin creating a permanent dent inside of you that only he was ever gonna be able to fill.
"sweetheart- fuck" he groaned on his own, your breaths mixing as you ghosted each other's mouths, his eyes raking over your body and face, while yours couldn't help but roll to the back of your head as his manhood hit a particularly good spot.
"You feel so- good Joel" you whimpered mindlessly, now quickening your pace, desperation taking over you completely.
the sound of him entering your drenched core mixed with the bed creaking underneath you as you drove yourself closer and closer to heaven.
The sound of his name falling from your lips was something that filled Joel's chest with an indescribable feeling, he felt on top of the word, and at the same time... at the same time he wished it had never left your mouth because it was now forever imprinted in his brain, and he knew nothing was ever gonna compare to it.
Oh and also- also it was making his little lasting problem real fucking hard to control.
But he was nothing if not a gentleman,
You were gonna come, he wasn't gonna have it any other way.
His hand lowered down your belly as you kept chasing your release, looking like a damn glimpse of paradise, until his thumb found your clit.
"Oh fuck" you moaned, your eyes snapping open to look at him- a dark glaze of lust shading your iris.
Joel realized too late that he hadn't taken into account how fucking tight you'd get, and was now really paying the consequences.
Plus when you looked at him like that... maybe just this one time he could not be a gentleman- I mean it's not like he had much choice, he was trying his hardest but- shit
"darlin'" he mumbled, his thumb circling your bud "w-where do ya- where do ya want it?"
You moaned louder just at the thought of him coming
"Inside"
It wasn't even a question
"N-no sweetheart I-I shouldn-"
"Joel" you interrupted him, your lips grazing his as you talked, your grip on his hair tightening "I want you to fill me up until I can feel you leaking out of me for days"
Good Christ and heaven
"Fuck me" he cursed, all his strength going on not coming right there and then "Darlin' please- tell me you're close"
You were already seeing stars as he spoke
"I'm close, baby- oh fuck" you cried "Joel!"
A tsunami of lust-filled pleasure coursed through your veins as your orgasm hit like a damn truck.
You couldn't even remember your name as you screamed his own into the thick air, as you moaned and cried and spasmed around him, feeling him do exactly what you'd asked- filling you up to the very brim.
He'd started coming the moment you did- he couldn't do anything about it, it was just unadulterated perfection-
His head fell between your neck and shoulders as groaned like a man possessed,
until finally, after a good three minutes, you were both back to the land of the living.
He looked twenty years younger when he looked at you again, and you- you looked like the most beautiful woman on earth.
A soft smile pulled at your lips, and you couldn't help but ask "How long before we can do it again?"
And fuck him, but his age didn't matter, with those eyes of yours, it might very well be minutes.
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đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: true form!sukuna, monster fucking with alpha!sukuna, A/B/O (meaning alpha, mega, and beta) no alpha and mega title used, daddy/mama, praise/teasing/mocking/praising degradation, biting, knotting, werewolf venom makes their mate go into heat to keep up like in the fic mine with werewolf toji, fucking on fur bedding, you said clan and for some reason my brain went wood bedframes and fur blankets no technology, we get candles for light, they have fangs venom and claws with sukuna have his true form extraness, double pentration, overstimulation, dacryphilia, biting, blood, pain kink, light size kink, toji is praising you while fucking you like he hates you, choking, full nelson, sukuna calls you pet twice, mind break, cream pie, fucking their cum into you. belly bulge from the amount of cum, forced orgasm, squirting
đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđđđ đđ˛ đđ§đ¨đ§: Requesting for clan leader! Gojo đđ gotta have that breeding kink in their somewhere!! Mans whole clan is asking for an heir right after you get married. In my mind Geto is still alive and kicking and has his own family. Gojo gets a terrible case of FOMO and ends up wanting a whole litter of kids for himself. goin at it like rabbits for DAYS.
Oreo: not this being in the drafts since September! im sorry anon! This was also giving me werewolf vibes with the word clan so one think lead to another. it gave me the chance to write the reader belly bulging with sukuna's cum so im excited about that
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Slapping your sloppy cunt, stuffing his thick warm cum in with two fingers he bit the claws off on. Whining, twisting your hips away. Smirking down at you, crooning âWhere ya going mama thought you wanted to make me a daddy?â Pulling you into place by your hips.
You want Satoruâs fingers, cock, tongue, and cum filling you up. âI do wanna make you a daddy but you're too much. Can't keep cumming, but I wanna at the same time." Hooking your leg around his waist pulling him in.
His eyes momentarily widen. Ordering in a needy plead, âCall me daddy again mama.â Sliding your hand over his broad shoulders, down his thick pecs and abs. Over countless thin and thick scars ranging from pink to white in color.
âDaddy please lemme feel you!â Sliding your hand down his hard abs, biting you lip when he purposefully flexes. Grabbing your thighs pinning you in a firm mating press. Following the short wispy whine happy trail down to his beautiful long cock.
Lining his pale cock head up with your soft lip. Stroking yourself with his cock, circling your soft clit. He's so warm, soft yet hard. His breathy moan gets you off. âBut you are feeling me, what more can my mama need?â Dipping his head, sinking his sharp fangs into your tit.
Moaning, he's intoxicating, sweet, warm, and pleasurable like having him massaging your sweet spot with his fingers. Your body is getting hotter. Thick slick drips down, your cunt aching with an insatiable need for Satoru.
Flicking your soft nipple with his warm tongue. Sucking, sinking his fangs in deeper when you cry. Shifting your hips trying to slip him in, whining when Satoru pulls back. Whipping the blood from his lips with his thumb.
"What does my mama need?" Nudging your sensitive cunt with his cock, spreading his hand on your stomach pinning you still. Gliding his cock up your clit refusing to touch your clit.
Admiring how your cunt split to take his pale pink cock head. Pleading with him, "Please give me more than the tip! I need you to knot me, keep your cum deep inside my sensitive cunt, please!" Slowly giving you his head head, letting the soft ridge vanish before gliding out. Lightly tugging on your cunt.
"You sure you need more than just the tip?" Nudging in his head, leaving it there, pressing down harder when you squirm. "You said I'm too much mama, you sure ya need me to knot nâ cum in ya?"
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"Fuckin finally I can stuff ya full of cum again." Bending you over on the soft pile of blankets. Pulling your ass in the air, squeezing when you wiggle, piercing your skin with his sharp claws. Blood trickles down trickles down your hip. Thick cum drips down your thighs.
The pain is sweet mixing with mind-numbing pleasure. It's impossible to think, you can barely process Toji grunting, âI've been wanting to breed your sweet tight cunt for months. Ya gonna be so beautiful with your tits and belly swelling mama." Gliding his softening knot out tugging on your tight cunt, his cock is harder than before.
Despite stuffing your cunt full of cum three times. Toji is getting hornier, fucking your limp body harder. Testing your limits seeing how much you can take before you break.
Stepping on your head, roughly fucking his thick cock into you. Trembling, your sensitive cunt is gushing on his cock. How can still cum after the fifth you couldn't think to count.
The thick blankets muffle your moans, âSuch a messy lil cunt sheâs a beautiful lil super soaker. Gonna make you cream on my cock till my knot wonât swell up anymore.â You would be convinced he hates you with the merciless way he's fucking his fat veiny cock into you. If not for Toji's words and the fresh bite on your neck.
Bent over, back arched, legs spread with your cunt stuff his heavy balls slap your clit. His swelling knot catching on your tight sensitive cunt. "Fuck mama squeeze my fat cock with your tight sloppy wet cunt. Nnn I've always thought about how hot of a milf you'd make."
Slapping your ass, squeezing your cheek. Fucking you harder, the fur blanket muffling your cries. "Your beautiful little cunt is always so tight when you're in heat." Moving his foot, your body lurches forward from the strength of thrusts. "Fuck you're so damn perfect mama takin' my cock like a slut." Grabbing your hair, yanking your back.
Your back hits his hard chest. Wrapping his hand around your neck, standing up, your legs dangle, held by your hair, neck, and his thick cock balls deep in you. "Please Daddy please daddy please!" Squeezing his thick veiny cock, he's filling you up perfectly, stroking your sweet spot.
"Since that's all my stupid little whore can moan, you don't need to breathe right? I can fuck your cunt into a gapping broken cum stuffed mess with my hands crushing your neck, right?" Grabbing your thighs, propping your calf over his thick forearm. Pinning you to his chest in a full nelson.
Squeezing your throat, groaning, "Ya gonna be a beautiful mama, gonna suck on your tits when they drip milk. Make sure they don't get too full like your pussy is 'bout to be." His swelling knot tugs on your soaking wet cunt.
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Gliding his thick, veiny tattooed cocks out. "It's starting to trickle out the sides." Pushing on your bulging stomach, thick cum gushing from your sore, gaping cunt. Sukuna croons, "Don't pass out on me yet pet I'm having fun playing with you." His stomach's tongue relentlessly stroking your sensitive clit. Keeping you in an intoxicating mind numb pleasurable high, boarding on almost painful.
Lining his cock up, rolling his hips, arching your back, twisting your hips away from his slow deep thrusts. "Please don't stop!" Tears roll down your cheek when he pulls your hips back into place. Lifting you off the bed, slamming you down on his thick cocks.
The tip of his sharp claws digging into your skin shouldn't feel so good.
Taunting you, "Poor little pet can't even handle me n' you're cryin' for more! Keep fighting to stay awake mama. I need ya to keep taking my cocks till they get soft." Using your hips to guide your hot tight, squelching cunt on his thick cocks. Your cunt clenches, it feels too good to be senselessly fucked into a mindless mess by Sukuna.
Biting your side and breast, your body jolts, and your cunt clenches. It's too much venom at once, forcing your sensitive cunt to squirt on his cocks. "Fuckin' messy slut soaking the whole damn bed." Gliding his hand up your side, cupping your breast biting down.
Giving that intense high of squirting, yet your cunt can only spasm, getting tighter. Your body shaking, toes curling eyes rolling back. "If you do pass out mama, I could fuck my cum into your soft beautiful cunt when you're sleeping." Smirking grabbing your neck lifting you up right.
Looking up from Sukuna's thick pecs into his beautiful face. Dark crimson eyes glowing from his rut. "It would be a pity if I couldn't see you I love seeing you cryin'. But I wonder if your sweet little cunt will grip my cocks the same." Grabbing his arm and digging your short sharp claws in.
Sukuna leans his head back groaning. "Ya feel so fuckin' good mama, seeinâ ya fighting to keep going this long is makin' is exciting. I might not be able to stop until your body gives out." His massive body trembles, your soft, soakign wet tight hot cunt squeezing and squelching on his fat cocks getting him off.
Fucking you faster on his cock. Flexing his arms when you pierce his skin. Thin rivulets of blood tricking down his biceps. Sukuna hunches over to roughly kiss you slipping his tongue into your mouth.
You're utterly helpless to do anything but happily take Sukuna's thick cocks. It's perfect you don't need to think or move. Only get fucked till you can't handle anymore.
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Bakugou Katsuki
⥠TW: boyfriend Katsuki's strange guilty pleasure, harassment, nasty online comments, noncon ideations, online pervs
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âIâm borrowing your laptop, Kats!â you call.Â
Heâs in the bath, so youâre not sure he heard you, but also, you donât think itâs any big deal. Youâve been a couple for years now, and living together has only brought you closer. Besides, itâs not as if youâre going to snoop or anythingâyouâre just going to check something real quick while you charge yours.
You rethink it when you have to write in his password. Maybe it would be better to just wait for your own machine to get readyâitâs not as if youâre in a hurry or anything. But then again, at the same time, it doesnât hurt to give it your best guess.
Right on the first tryâyour name and birthday. Though you appreciate the gesture, he really should see into getting something stronger than that. The information he is privy to through his work is quite sensitive, after all.
But anyway. Onto the task at hand. You click into the browser. Itâs already got some tabs open.Â
You donât mean to let your eyes wander, but it just canât be helped. Katsuki sits before this thing, sometimes for hours during the day. Of course, most of it is surely work-related, writing incident rapports and profiles and the like. But this page right here⌠you donât know⌠something about it seems strange.
âSome type of forumâŚâ you mutter to no one but yourself. Katsuki had never struck you as the type to neither read nor partake in other peopleâs banter. Again, youâd promised yourself you werenât going to pry, but it only takes a few seconds to read the commentsâitâs over before you can stop yourself.
I bet sheâs a squealer, like a really cute squealer
I wanna tie her up in an abandoned building somewhere no one will hear her scream
Same, but not on the bed though, on the floor and take her like a bitch
Iâm sure dynamight fucks her every day, i know i would!Â
Dynamightâs such a lucky guy I hate him
You blink reading through the commentsâcompletely having forgotten what you were doing in the first place. Who are these people? What are these comments about? You keep scrolling, eyebrows knit, and then you see itâyour name.Â
She looks like the type of girl that lets her man fuck her anywhere he wants whenever he wants
Iâd literally kill for an hour of having her alone. And Iâd make good use of that hour. Make her dump that blond asshat to be with me.
If she were my girlfriend, Iâd keep her leashed to the bed with a collar. Canât have other guys looking at her when sheâs mine.
Iâd only feed her cum. Trust me, she wouldnât go hungry.
Youâre eyes are fully wide now. Are all these chats about you? Whatâs Katsuki doing in a place like this? Reading all these sick comments as if he isnât your boyfriend.
âHey!â A shout knocks you out of your tranceâand startles you enough that it very nearly even knocked you off balance.
âWhatâre you doinâ on my computer?â he asks in accusation while taking hurried and thundering steps toward youâstill wet from his shower, wearing nothing but a white towel around his lower half.
âUh,â you struggle to find your voice, heart hammering in your chest, head spinningâfeeling both caught red-handed and the exact opposite. âUhm, nothingâI justââ
He rips the laptop off the desk, angry eyes staring at the screenâthen quickly going round.
His face pales. You can practically see the goosebumps as they rise in a rush across his skin.Â
He swallows thickly, jaw-lockedâdoesnât even dare look at you as he asks the question, âDid you read?â
You almost consider saying no but decide against it. This wasnât something you could just ignore. No, you needed an explanation. Who knows? It might be completely innocent.
âSome of itâŚâ you confess.
He shudders, and then he places the laptop down again, slowly, soundless. He rests his hands on the table and leans his weight on them, head bowed, voice small.
âI just⌠I⌠Itâs, wellâŚâ He scratches the back of his neck, looking for the words.
Youâve never seen him like this before. Katsuki is nervous. But you suppose itâs for good reason.
âItâs not what you think, okay?â he declares, finally looking at you.Â
His face is something unfamiliarâriddled with this guilty anxiety youâve never pictured beforeâfrazzled. Itâs completely odd.
âOkay,â you say calmly. You donât know if youâre angry or not yet. You know you probably should be, but the look on the manâs face is making you feel sorry for him.
âI donât agree with any of this,â he insists, gesturing to the laptop.Â
âWell, yeah, I sure hope so,â you say, although the question still remains, âBut why are you on there then?â
âItâŚâ Heâs blushingâprofuselyâbright vermillion-tipped ears and apple-red cheeks. He looks away again. âI donât knowâŚâ
I donât know is an excuse youâve never heard come out of his mouth. In fact, excuse or not, itâs a phrase you didnât think him capable of. But look at him now, using it the same childish way a kid would after being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
âYou better not lie to me, Katsuki Bakugouâor I know someone whoâs sleeping on the couch,â you finally find your strict tone. Heâs crazy if he thinks this is something youâll just forget about.
He sighs and then he falls into his desk chair, back hunched, hiding his face, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you close, nuzzling his head against you, mumbling under his breath, âItâs sick, and it makes me sickâŚâ
You wait, giving him the time to figure it out.
âBut itâŚâ he continues. You feel his hands tremble just a bit before he confesses, âIt makes me feel good.â
Youâre not sure you understand, and so you ask for clarification, âWhat makes you feel good?â
He sighs again, and this time, his voice comes out dark and lusty, leaving no room for confusion, âTo know that I have something everybody else wants.â
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Charming the Tyrant Emperor
A new isekai story from me? I know, bonkers! Actually inspired by the blurb I read on an actual isekai manga/manhwa/etc. BUT I liked the idea enough that I didn't read the story so I could write my own yandere version of it, hope you guys enjoy it âĽ
Characters: Yandere!Emperor x Isekai!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Yandere, Forced Marriage Trope, Isekai Trope, Depiction of War, Violence, Attempted Murder (not from or on the reader)
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Sighing, you put down the packaging of the game you just loaded up, having hoped it would give you any clue about what it was all about.
A dark, black box with only the game's title imprinted on itâFated Encountersâwas as helpful as a blindfold in the streets. Thus, you threw it over your shoulder, hearing it plop onto your bed as you stared back at the character creation screen you had worked on for a while.
You had to admit, your character was really damn cute, from the pretty eyes to the custom outfit you put together. But at the same time, not knowing what the game was all about, it was hard to decide what was needed now: stats.
"Weird game," you mumbled, feeling slightly irritated at the lack of direction you had received. The friend who told you about it had simply called it "the best game I have ever played" before leaving you behind at the game store after having pushed the box into your hand. They felt very off lately, but you didn't know why. So you thought maybe if you played their favorite game, you could get them out of their shell and to spend time with you again.
Naturally, you could play it safe and just put an equal amount of points in all the stats, but where was the fun in that? You didn't know what occupation your main character had and had no idea what alignment you wanted them to have throughout the run, so you were like a stranded whale when choosing the right statsâutterly helpless.
And out of frustration about it, you decided to say fuck it.
Pressing the button of your controller, you held it until all of the points you were given went into charisma. Who needed strength, magic, defense, and health when you could simply talk your way out of every dangerous situation? Make everyone believe you were innocent and sweet while dodging the possible bullets. With your lack of knowledge about the game, it was the best choice, and if you liked the game, you could still revisit it with better stats next time!
Clicking 'start' almost excited you as you waited for the screen to change from black to an intro cutscene, but instead, another confirmation popped up, asking you, "Are you sure you want to proceed with these choices? Note: All choices have consequences."
"Ominous," you chuckled before hitting the confirmation again. The game made a small sound of acceptance before it finally turned black and stayed this way. Seconds passed, and you started to press all buttons, up, down, left, and right, until finally, you gave up, accepting that all your hard work creating this character had just been in vain, as your system must have frozen.
Frustrated, you forced a manual shut-down of your game system, discarding the controller somewhere on the table before getting up and letting yourself fall head-first into the mattress. What a stupid idea this was, you thought to yourself as you felt the hard box of the game poke your stomach. Anger unleashed upon the poor box as you yanked it out and discarded it on the floor, instant regret overcoming you as you hoped it wasn't broken so you could return the game.
You would definitely not go through all this work again to play it.
No way!
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You awoke to the sounds of screaming.
Bellowing voices were all around you, yelling at one another, grunting, despairing. The ground beneath you shook with ferocity as the bangs of explosions hit you from both sides, barely shielded by the ringing in your ears. Alerted, you pushed your hands into the surface beneath you and felt your fingers dig into what felt like loose earth or sand while you tried to focus. What had happened? You only just fell asleep after being so frustrated with the game you couldn't play. Why had the atmosphere changed so drastically?
Gripping your head, a surge of pain went through you, a nasty gash on your forehead wetting your palm. The red was striking even through your blurred vision as you gazed at your hand, and reality was still hard to grasp as your senses suddenly cleared, letting in the unmistakable sounds of war all around you.
Hastily, you looked around, trying to focus on one thing and all at the same time. This place didn't look like your home at all! There was neither a bed nor your gaming setup around that clearly marked it as your room. Instead, you saw dirt everywhere, flames rising from bushes and trees, and the worst partâbodies.
Countless humanoid bodies lay in the dirt, the ground stained with what could only be blood. Most were face down, arrows sticking from their backs, spears slammed through the armor some of them wore. Some of their heads were rolled to the side, staring at you lifelessly, and for some reason, you were overcome by guilt, as if it had been your fault they died. You grabbed yourself by the arms as you were overcome by the horror, finally realizing you were on some battlefield, wounded and terrified, with no idea how you got there.
Had your country been attacked while you slept? How could you have not noticed it? Where was your family, why did these bodies look so medieval? What the hell was going on?!
Next to you, another person stirred, clad in black armor and clearly in pain. You crawled over to the knight, helm covering his face while he clutched his side.
"Hey! Hey, stay calm!" you called out to him, and he jerked at your voice, probably just as scared as you were. "It's going to be alright," you assured him, looking his body over for wounds until you noticed the gaping opening his hand tried to press down on.
"It's okay," you kept assuring him, hoping he wouldn't notice the wavering in your voice. You had no idea if it would be okay or not. Honestly, it looked pretty bad for him. All you knew was that one should press down on wounds to stop the bleeding, and although you felt bad, you put more pressure on top of the knight's hand, hoping that would help.
"Why..." he grunted, and you gulped.
"We have to stop the bleeding so we can get you to someone who can help! A-A doctor... healer, something like that! I don't know, I'm sorry! This is all so strange, I have no idea what's going on! I'm doing my best! I just don't know what to do! I'm so so sorry!"
Your whole body was wracked with shivers as you tried to assist and help this person somehow when the sound of his voice suddenly cut through your panic in a way you didn't expect.
He chuckled.
"No, why would you help me?"
"You're hurt..." you whispered in response, saying it before thinking clearly.
"It's war. Would you not want your enemy to be hurt?" he asked, his voice lightening with curiosity. Even if the concept of war was so unfamiliar, only known through stories and history to someone like you, you understood that he meant that hurt and death were inevitable when two sides clashed. Still, it meant very little to you, who couldn't bear these thoughts even though you had to have them.
"War is awful! No one deserves to be in pain or die!" you sobbed, tears having collected in your eyes. This wasn't the right moment for your pity party; after all, this man was probably as good as dead. Yet here you were, making it about yourself and your stupid, conflicted feelings. But this guy was perhaps the same as you, lying in the dirt, scared and frightened. You didn't want the closest thing to an ally you had, to die miserably.
"I don't want this! I don't want you to die! I don't care if you're my enemy! You deserve to live and be happy! Enjoy your life, eat good food, and be in love with someone who loves you just the same! It's not fair! No one should have to die in vain!" you yelled, and it took him a moment before he laughed softly, rolling his head over the ground.
"Your Highness, get away!" someone yelled, the voice clear and strangely familiar as the black knight next to you suddenly rose from his early grave. Even though you both sat on the ground, he towered over you, the shining black of his armor looming like death incarnate. His hand reached up towards your face but instead caught your wrist from where it had touched him. You jolted in surprise, his grip crushing as it wrapped around you. Gasping out in pain, an arrow suddenly came swooshing through the air, cutting close enough to the knight's grip on you that you could feel the wind on your exposed skin around your hand, tearing you out of your fear and pain.
For a moment, his grip softened, and this time, your body responded perfectly, yanking yourself out of his hold and toppling back. It was neither elegant nor careful. It hurt as your elbows crashed onto the ground, your lower back taking most of the blow, but at least you were a few inches away from that strange knight.
Strong arms hooked underneath your body, the presence of many people surrounding you as you were lifted from the ground swiftly. You heard all sorts of armor clanking and clicking as people moved around, but even more so, you were forced to listen to the blood-curdling screams of soldiers being struck down right in front of you.
Was it the black knight or the ones now crowding around you? All of the people here wore silver plates, but you could only see hints of black through the gaps in their formation.
"Your Highness, you need to leave right now! It's too dangerous to remain here!" the soldier that held you from behind yelled over the screams, and without asking for permission, your hand was once again gripped by a bigger one, dragging you after him as he ran.
More knights closed in as you two stumbled in the opposite direction, shouting and attacking enemies behind you while you stumbled over your feet, trying to keep up. Hand lodged tightly in the iron grip of the knight, he didn't look back as he made his way through the soldiers, almost as if his mission wasn't fighting but rather fleeing.
Not so much you. Somehow, you couldn't shake off the need to look back, to assure yourself, to see something you weren't yet in the place to judge.
There he stood amongst the silver knights, flames reflecting in the brilliance of his black armor. You had been sure he had been severely wounded. Yet, he swung around his battle axe effortlessly, striking down the soldiers one after the other as if they were no match for him.
"Hurry, your Highness!" the soldier yelled, tugging you forward repeatedly as the black knight's head appeared to look up. He met your gaze in a bizarre look as it was covered in his helmet, yet you could feel his eyes drilling into you, fixating on yours while he was being attacked.
It was you who had to break the strange eye contact as you were suddenly gripped by your hips and unceremoniously lifted into the air, falling into a saddle on top of a nervously stomping horse. Reigns shoved into your hands, you yelled out in surprise as the animal took off, no regard to its rider's condition, and you could only cling to the reigns and saddle as it gallopped of to who-knows-where.
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"He keeps advancing towards us, showing no signs of stopping."
"He won't stop no matter how much gold and resources we promised him! Open your eyes, Minister! It's not like he spared any of the cities he rode through during his conquest! They don't call him the "cruel tyrant" for nothing!"
Many men shouted angrily around the large table, making their panic and frustration known as they discussed how to stop the tyrannical approach of the new emperor who reigned over even his own vassal state. From small ministers to military captains, no one knew what to do, and the pressure threatened to overcome all of them. The crown on your head still felt as heavy as the first time they forced you to wear itâunfamiliar, not right. They called you their Queen, yet you didn't feel royal at all.
Because you weren't, you were an imposter.
For all you knew, you had taken over some noble's body while they were attacked by the emperor's forces. That noble turned out to be of quite a high standing, putting you into this awful position of ruling a queendom. No matter how much you asked for information from the people around you, they'd give you weird looks, expecting you to know the answers to your own questions. Still, you couldn't exactly tell them you weren't that person either, not knowing what they'd do with you if that were to happen.
And it was all that stupid game's fault.
You had no idea how this could have possibly happened. "Isekai" was only ever a concept you had seen in stories and games. But when you sat in front of a mirror for the first time, you immediately remembered the face that looked back at youâthe character you had created. The disconnect to your body was severe and real; no matter how much you rubbed your face and grimaced at your reflection (the maid giving you apprehensive glances), you had to eventually accept that this body was who you were. Things still didn't make sense, but you tried your best in the new role, although it never felt right.
"If only someone had killed the emperor when they had the chance," one of the ministers noted with a dramatic sigh. All eyes fell on you for just a short moment, making you cower. You couldn't have known! That's what you kept telling yourself. He technically told you he was your enemy, but how would you have known that without playing the game? But you doubted you could have really killed the black knightâthe emperorâeven if someone had told you that he was your mortal enemy. Even if your body was that of the monarch under attack by the emperor, you didn't have a sword and much less the will to kill someone.
However, your hesitation made you look incapable in everyone else's eyes.
Now, you didn't just have to deal with the upcoming attackâyour head still throbbing from the gash whenever you thought about the warâyou were also scrutinized by everyone for failing to protect them from the emperor's advances. It was a lot to handle for someone so wholly underprepared as you were. This wasn't your life, but for them, it was all they had ever known.
The door being suddenly thrown open saved you from yet again explaining why you didn't kill the emperor when you had the chance. Why you let him live despite "knowing" who he was. All eyes fell on the butler standing in the doorway, panting heavily, holding up a letter and fanning it in the air with urgency.
"Your Highness!" he yelled through despite the lack of hair. "A letter arrived! A letter from... from... the emperor!"
Gasps went through the rows of people as the one closest to the door jumped up, ripping the letter from the butler and opening it. Some ministers gave each other worried looks, and some stretched their heads towards the one reading the letter as if to see better.
Suddenly, the minister rejoiced, laughing out loudly, and you were uncertain if that was a good or bad sign. He did sound indignant, but at the same time, he seemed to have just solved all the worries in the world.
"An alliance! The emperor wants a marriage alliance with us!"
People sprung from their seats as they cheered, although some of the older ones sent worried glances towards you. "The war is over!" someone yelled, and more of them fell into a chant as they danced around the table. But could it really be that easy?
"Uhm, I'm sorry?" you called out, gathering the attention of those still seated. "The emperor wants to marry who?"
Now, all the eyes were back on you as the cheers died down. The letter was passed towards you, the oldest, wisest minister at your right looking it over, adjusting his monocle to read it properly. Sputtering a little, he lowered the paper again, leaning forward and reaching for your hand, cupping it gently, encouragingly. Yet, you didn't feel comforted at all.
"That would be you, your Highness."
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Still as the dead, you stood in the forest clearing, waiting. Everyone around you was tense as they waited for the emperor's delegation. But you were long past nervosity. Between the letter and the arranged date to hand you over to the emperor's delegation were months of tears and training.
You tried to revolt and make the people understand that you couldn't possibly marry him! But it all fell on deaf ears when you screamed and raged. Rumors had reached you of how he had killed potential spouses for less. How this was all a facade and how the emperor would still ruthlessly conquer the land that had made you its ruler and then kill you to mock them on top of it. And you had shed many, many tears pleading for your life. Almost everyone had cried with you, chastizing you while their own hearts broke, taking pity on you, and comforting you.
But to these people, you were the only hope they had.
Perhaps you would have conducted yourself more gracefully if you had been their real queen. Accepting your fate and enduring the strict training needed to ensure you were perfect for the emperor. When you asked them to stop pleadingly, they would. But after a brief rest, you were forced to train again, your muscle memory of very little help when all the etiquette wasn't good enough for the empire's standards. It was while you were training that you finally understood something.
Every choice had consequences.
The game had warned you before starting and freezing on you. If you acted up, threw tantrums, raged, and went against what the people wanted, you got nowhere. But instead, if you sympathized with them, asked nicely, and conducted yourself well, you got everything you wanted. Giving them what they desired always ended in you getting your will. All points in charm, right?
So, if you wanted to survive, then you had to find out what the emperor desired. Quickly.
All of your senses were in survival mode, making you seem graceful and dignified while you waited, going through countless scenarios in your head. If he wanted money, you'd tell him how to construct something lucrative from your world. If he wished to reign the world, you'd offer him to conduct peace treaties in his name, having to charm more people so they'd agree. You had devised a solution to almost every problem when birds flew out of the trees, alerted by the incoming caravan.
On your way to the empire, you'd listen intently to the delegate to be prepared. Everything would be fine. You could do it. All points in charm would help you! You had trained yourself for this and made sure you were more aware of people. Everything would be fine!
But you didn't expect to see the black armor that haunted your dreams to lead the delegation, the emperor himself arriving before you the moment his horse stepped out into the clearing.
You drew in your breath sharply before bowing deeply as his horse came to a halt in front of you while your heart raced. The clattering of armor took you back to the war, your body wincing with trauma. You weren't prepared for this, his heavy footsteps shaking your resolve as they approached. Some maids gasped in horror, the soldiers on your side readying their weapons to defend you.
How could they? Everyone knew what he was capable of!
But they loved you too much to not defend you with their life if they had to. So you remained lowâfor their sake, too. Until a hand reached beneath your chin, cold metal clinging to your skin as your head was lifted, forcing you to face your worst fear.
With you standing straight again, he still towered above you, much like when you met him on the battlefield. His touch lingered as he reached around his head with his free hand, pulling off his helmet. His looks hadn't been much of a surprise as the emperor had sent you his painting along with countless presents once the deal was made. But still. He was devilishly handsome for such a cruel man, with hair as black as his armor and eyes as red as only the fiend could have.
"There you are," he murmured, only meant for your ears. "I've been waiting for this."
"So have I," you replied quickly, not wanting to disgruntle him at the first meeting despite your voice wavering with fear. It wasn't the ideal situationâperhaps there never would be oneâbut your plan was still solid: find out what he desired and force him to keep you alive to get it.
His gaze shifted from one of your eyes to the other, searching for a lie. But it wasn't. Ever since you realized you couldn't change the fate that was to befall you, only sweeten it, you had waited for the day you'd meet him.
Pleased with his findings, or the lack thereof, his lips cracked into a wide grin, befitting of the cruel tyrant as it paired well with the glint in his eyes to reveal only madness. So far, it had gone well, but you couldn't count on his mood appearing to be favorable. He was as unpredictable as his strategies on the battlefield; that much you had learned already about him. To further fall into his good graces was all you could do.
"I was surprised about your proposal," you spoke calmly, putting some of those charms to work. Reaching up, you pulled the emperor's hand from your chin, instead cupping his palm over your cheek and holding it there. The emperor watched every one of your moves with curious interest, probably expecting you to try and kill him at any given time as well. Almost, you two were alike like this.
"I didn't expect you to want--"
"You."
You forced a grin, chuckling curtly, and his expression sank slightly. "Yes, me. Why me? Why not someone from the empire or the other states? What could you want with little ol' me?"
Lips curled back even more, showing off teeth that seemed almost predatorily sharp before the emperor suddenly burst into laughter, doubling over while still holding your face in his palm. The soldiers around you two were completely taken aback at the emperor's sudden outburst, inching closer while some backed away in fear. He regained his composure quickly, though, bringing his other hand up to cup your face fully now between them as he chuckled, inspecting your face thoroughly.
"You have such a refreshing way of speaking, my dear. Unlike any other noble I've ever met. And I could just eat you up for it." His thumb loosened from the side of his hand, rubbing over your cheeks gently. The metal left a cold smear on your skin, but you forced yourself not to react to it, holding his gaze firmly while you feared that looking away could be your death sentence.
"But that was not the reason," he clarified, and you gave him a small nod, indicating that it was fine with you. "It was what you said on the battlefield. That you didn't want me to die. Me. Do you know how many of our peers disagree on that? Do you know how many I have beheaded for less than wishing for my death?"
"I do not."
He stared at you with this maddening smile on his lips before the emperor's expression suddenly softened, his thumb returning to caress your cheek. "Good," he sighed, sounding almost relieved. "I don't want to scare you. Very well then."
Letting his hands fall from your face, you still didn't feel like grasping the situation completely, but you didn't hold on to him, watching instead as he hiked up his pants, adjusting the armor over his legs before taking a knee in front of you. Everyoneâincluding his side of soldiersâgasped, but the emperor paid them no mind. The boon of the strongest must have been that no matter what he did, he couldn't care less about the opinions of others, and he made it very clear, asking silently for your hand by presenting his own.
There was no reason to refuse him, so you placed yours into his palm, letting it linger as he reached upwards, pushing back the sleeve on your arm. His grip tightened as the bruises you had suffered from your training were exposed, face falling as he looked at the damaged goods that you felt like. Panic rose as you feared his anger, and you quickly reached over to push down the fabric again when his eyes fell from the wounds to yours, overpowering you and pushing the sleeve out of the way.
"I promise to take you as my spouse," he announced solemnly, leaning down to kiss the back of your head.
"To love and honor you, as will you, me," his lips wandered upwards as he muttered the words, kissing the small specks of bruises littering your arm.
"Not to hurt or trouble you," he looked up, lips curling into a cheeky grin as he lightly bit your arm, making you gasp before adding much more quietly, "Unless you like it."
"And protect you until my dying breath."
Finalizing his oath, the emperor quickly got up again, smiling at you like a child on Christmas. You had no idea what kind of awkwardness lay in your own expression, but when he offered his arm, proceeding with the handover, you barely hesitated to link yours with his. As if this new life wasn't surreal enough, you didn't understand his character at all. Was he a terrible tyrant or a kind husband in the making? Mad or simply living up to what people expected of him? Searching for comfort in you or planning something devious and evil?
But before you could ponder these thoughts, you heard a sudden commotion behind your back, making you look back only to see one of your soldiers break out of the protective formation and charge toward your new husband with a dagger raised.
"Die, you monster!" he yelled, aiming for the emperor's back. However, your husband twisted around without letting your arm fall, catching the dagger in his free hand. "Careful," he grumbled. "You could hurt my wife with that."
With a strong yank that you only saw, not felt, the emperor discarded the dagger, his soldiers crowding in and grabbing your knight, kicking his knee until he was doubled over. With an appalled gasp, you detached from your husband's arm, but he caught your hand, pressing his palm to yours and linking your fingers forcefully, every one of his movements deliberate, yet no less oppressing, as if to make a point.
"Tell me what to do with the traitor, my Love," your husband asked, eerily asking for your opinion. You gulped, the life of the knight weighing heavy on your mind like the crown. Looking at the emperor, he was waiting patiently for your decision, but you knew he had no intentions of letting this knight live, and you gulped. You had to survive. You had to put yourself first, even if it hurt.
"I don't want any more bloodshed. It makes me feel terrible," you whispered, looking away in defeat. "But I understand if its what you have to do."
All you had was your charm. You could have pleaded for the knight's life, but if it wasn't what the emperor wanted, you wouldn't convince him and risk your own. The words left you with a heavy heart, but it was the best you could do for yourself. You had to save yourself if you wanted to make any changeâand that was hard enough.
"Very well, then," the emperor announced suddenly, turning away from the knight that attacked him, instead wrapping your arm around his again. Confused, you looked back as your husband moved onwards towards the carriage, glimpsing the same confusion in the eyes of the other soldiers.
"You're not going to kill him?" you asked as the emperor signaled for a servant to open the door to the carriage, making sure you had a steady hold on him as he led you into the inside.
"No. You said it makes you unwell. I don't want that."
"But... why?" you asked, feeling a little stupid as you took a seat in the luxurious carriage, much better than the one your state had provided for you to travel to this spot. "Isn't that what you want?"
"Again, you ask about what I want. Is that all you care about?"
You gulped, feeling busted as you watched him climb inside right behind you, his armor making it hard to move, but he managed just fine. Still, his question felt genuine and less like he expected something, so you decided to play dumb.
"Is it not the most important thing for your wife to know?" you mumbled, the subservience in your own question almost making you gag. It was hard to throw away your values, even if, in the age of this game's setting, you had to play along unless you had the strength to rise above.
The moment he sat down, the carriage began to move, your body losing its strength at the unexpected movement. However, sturdy arms caught you, helping you to sit upright again and find the emperor's gaze on you, his expression briefly worried before it grew serious. It felt like you messed up big time, and that so shortly after meeting him, too.
But then the seriousness cracked away again as he smiled, shaking his head softly. "Ridiculous," he mumbled, his eyes flitting up to meet yours again after taking a deep breath. "I just can't be mad at you, no matter how stupid your questions are. Aren't you glad you are such a charmer?"
Yes. Very glad. Very, very glad. At least at that moment.
"Then I will say it once more," he announced. "Make sure to not forget it, as I won't repeat myself a third time."
With comical playfulness, he poked your forehead, making you scrunch up your face, and he laughed at your expression in return.
"When we were on the battlefield, and you told me you didn't want me to die, I realized I couldn't. You may have been simply pitying me or trying to be nice in my last moments, but my body was overcome with vigor as if you had commanded it not to die. That's how sincere your words felt."
He leaned back, but his eyes never left you, even as he took a break from talking to seize you up. You had an inkling that without knowing about your skills yet, all points in charms must have worked back then, too.
"Almost like you put a curse on me..." he added, eyes narrowing as he thought. Gripping your thighs, you realized that, technically, this wasn't good news. Technically, you had caused this mess. All choices had consequences, and you made one without realizing it by telling him not to die.
"You are the only one who wishes for me to live, so I knew you were the only one who could stand by me. And now look what you make of me, no more wars, no bloodshed, just as you demand. Do you know what that means now?"
"That you... want to settle down?" you mumbled, half joking, half unable to think of a better response.
"No." Again, he tapped you on the forehead, and you got a feeling it was his way of reprimanding you.
"I will do as I said, protect you, love you, honor you. As long as you are with me, I will be good. I can't promise to be peaceful all the time, but at least in front of you, I'll keep my vows, and I assume you, too, bear responsibility for taking everything I want from me and replacing it with what you want. Our encounter must have been fate, as nothing could shake me until you came along. So tell me, and I hope you took note, what do I want?"
Silence fell over you two as you tried to work through all the information you had acquired. He'd stop waging war? Would stop the bloodshed? Just because you wanted him to live and he wants to honor his vows in return? This could never undo the harm you knew he had already caused to so many, but it had the potential to better the future.
"You want..." you mumbled, thinking about what it could be. It felt as if it was on the tip of your tongue, but no matter what scenario you recalled playing through in your head, you couldn't find one that fit. No money, no territory, just something he claimed he already told you.
Your eyes widened as you realized it, and the cruel emperor's grin widened madly in response.
"Correct," he murmured, leaning forward until his lips were brushing against yours, his palm returning to cradle your cheek.
"You. I want you."
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âŁď¸ Summary: The men all have their reasons for getting jealous around you. But how exactly do they react when they feel the threat is much more real? SURELY, theyâre rational, right?
Includes: Gojo, Geto, Toji, Choso, Sukuna, and Nanami
Tags: fem! reader, friends to lovers, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, teasing, bulging, pussy eating, choking, breeding, praise, overstim, possessiveness, threatened gun violence, toxic possessiveness, car sex, dry humping, rough sex, squirting, pining, premature ejaculation, love bombing, pregnancy, pregnancy sex, true form sukuna, slight angst
WC: 13.1k
A/N: I cackled writing Chosoâs, my poor baby is too precious đŠđ
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ďż˝ďż˝ď¸ Gojo Satoru ŕźď¸
You pull into the gas station because, once again, your car is on its last leg. Satoruâs been absolutely useless this entire car ride, lounging like some kind of overgrown housecat, sunglasses crooked on his nose, humming the most obnoxious song he can think of just to get under your skin. His long legs are kicked up on your dashboard like heâs king of the world.
âFinally, a pit stop,â he says, stretching dramatically. âI was starting to think youâd just run us out of gas for fun. You know, to create a bonding moment.â
âShut up,â you mutter, putting the car in park. âStay in the car. Not that I have to tell you that.â
He snickers, not even looking up from whatever weird little game heâs playing on his phone. âSure thing, sugar. Let me know if you need me to heroically pump the gas for you. Iâll try not to make it look too easy.â
You ignore him because giving him attention only makes it worse. You grab your wallet and step out, the cold air biting at your face as you swipe your card and get ready to fill the tank as quickly as possible so you can return to the cocoon of warmth that is your car. Youâre in your own little zone, minding your business, when a voice breaks through the quiet.
âHey there! Need some help?â
You glance up, startled, and see a guy walking over. Heâs got that effortless, small-town-boy charm, the kind of guy who probably calls everyone âmaâamâ and knows how to fix a tractor. Heâs smiling, tooâ a little too widely, and before you can even process whatâs happening, heâs taking the pump right out of your hands.
âOh, I had it,â you say, trying to be polite, but this guy is already on a roll.
âNah, no worries,â he says, grinning. âSomeone as pretty as you shouldnât have to pump their own gas. Itâs just not right.â
You blink at him, caught somewhere between confusion and being impressed, becauseâ wow. Is this really happening?
You glance back at your car, hoping Gojo hasnât noticed, but as soon as your eyes land on his, you know youâre doomed. Heâs sitting up now, sunglasses pushed to the top of his head, staring at you both like heâs just been served the juiciest gossip of the year. His grin is growing and youâre sure heâs ready to put on a show.
Before you can stop him, he throws open the car door and steps out like heâs been summoned to the stage. He stretches unnecessarilyâ arms up, head tilted back, like heâs on the cover of a sports magazineâ and then saunters over, hands in his pockets, looking way too pleased with himself.
The gas station guy looks up, noticing Gojo for the first time. His smile falters just a little. âOh, uh⌠hey. Didnât realize you had someone with you.â
Satoruâs already grinning like the cat that got the cream. âOh, donât mind me,â he says, waving a hand. âIâm just her boyfriend. You know, the adoring, perfect, doting one who pumps her gas all the time.â
You groan. âToruââ
âWhat? Iâm just saying, itâs cute that youâre trying to help, bud,â he says, turning back to the guy with a grin so wide itâs almost terrifying. âBut this is kind of my thing. I know sheâs just the sweetest, but sheâs taken.You get it, right? Yeah, you get it.â
The poor guy blinks, clearly unsure if Satoruâs joking or about to start something. âUh, yeah, no problem,â he mutters, handing the pump back to you like itâs radioactive. âYou two have a good day.â
âOh, we will!â Gojo chirps, giving him a little salute. âAnd hey, nice try, man. Better luck next time.â
The guy doesnât even look back. He practically sprints back to the safety of the gas station, and as soon as heâs gone, you turn to Toru, crossing your arms and pursing your lips in annoyance.
âWhat the hell was that?â
âWhat was what?â he asks, feigning innocence as he leans casually against the car. âI was just making sure no one stole my job. You know how much I love pumping your gas.â
You gape at him. âYouâve never pumped gas in your life!â
âExactly,â he says smugly. âThatâs what makes this moment so special. Itâs a sacred duty.â
You groan, covering your face with your hands. âYouâre so insufferable.â
âAnd yet,â he says, draping an arm around your shoulders, âyou love me. Isnât that wild?â
âWhatever. Iâm gonna get a snack. Want something?â you roll your eyes and start walking toward the station.
âIâll come with, Iâm craving something sweet.â he smirks with a look in his eyes that you canât quite discern.
You raise a brow and walk with him, entering the gas station with the goal to grab a bag of chips and water, but the second you head for them, your hand is being trapped by Satoruâs and heâs tugging you toward the bathroom. You shoot him a look of confusion and annoyance, but he pays it no mind as he yanks you inside, closing the door behind you and pressing you against it.
âToru, whaââ
âTold you I wanted something sweet, sugar. Bend over a little fâme.â he instructs, turning you so youâre facing the door. Your palms lay flat against it, trying to use it as leverage to turn yourself, but he presses your head to the door, too, his strong palm mushing your cheeks to it, sucking his teeth in disapproval.
âYouâre insane, w-weâre in a gas station,â you try to reason with him, but his handâs already shoved up your skirt and peeling down your panties. âSatoru, seriouslyâŚâ
âYâtelling me to stop? Sheâs cryinâ fâme, though, I think sheâll be so sad if I donât give her what she wants,â he purrs, getting to his knees and littering kisses on the fat of your ass. âCâmere, baby.â
Youâre lost to him the moment he stuffs his face into your already dripping cunt, bucking yourself back against him and into the feel of his greedy tongue slipping between your folds and down, down, down to your clit. You can feel him smirking against you when he draws out a long shaky whine from your lips between your panting and while normally his cockiness would annoy you beyond belief, it instead turns you on more. And yetâ
âWh-hahâ why couldnât this wait until we got to the hotel?â you ask, nails scraping down the door when he plunges his tongue into your twitching hole.
He pulls away for a moment, spreading your ass to spit a glob of saliva between your folds and slurp it back up while sucking your clit. No answer. You huff and tremble, unsure of how long youâll be able to keep yourself standing if heâs just gonna keep eating you like a man starved.
You try, you really do, to keep your voice down, but when his tongue hits that spot inside of your gummy walls, his hand between your thighs and thumb working on your clit, you canât help but let your moans slip out. And oh, does that make him even more unrelenting. His thumb draws circles on your clit quicker and with more pressure, his tongue fucking into you as rough as can be.Â
Your eyelids flutter closed, breathing labored as you feel that sweet sweet build up that you love so much. He knows what comes next and while normally, heâd see you to the end, this time he stops, earning a frown from your pretty face.
âWh-whyâd yââ you start.
âYâmine, say it.â
âWhat? Toru, whatâsââ
âSay. It. Say yâmine⌠say yâlove me and Iâll make you cum so good, sugar, I promise.â he all but whines.
You donât know why it needs to be said or whatâs going on with him, but youâll be damned if you let your orgasm escape you. With every second that passes, it runs from you, so you give him what he needs. âIâm yours, baby. I love you.â you coo.
âAgain.â he huffs against your cunt, making your knees weak. Heâs so close. Youâre so close.
âI love yâ hah,â your breath escapes you when he delves his tongue back into your pulsing hole. âFuuuuck⌠I love you, I love you, I lâ fuck!â your cunt tries itâs best to grip his tongue, but he fucks it into you with more force as you cum on it, losing strength in your legs and slumping down while your brain goes dumb with pleasure.
He holds you up, tongue slipping out of you and back to your clit, his head shaking side to side while he licks at your clit, overstimulating you beyond belief. All you can do is cry out for mercy, palms battering at the bathroom door as you raise your white flag.
With that, he frees you from the sweet torture, massaging your thighs and resting back on his ankles. âIâm pumping your gas from now on.â he huffs.
Coming back to your senses, you realize why he pulled this stunt off. âSatoru. Were you⌠jealous!?â you chuckle in disbelief.
âIâve got nothing to be jealous about, it seems. What with the âI love you, I love you, Iâââ he mocks you while standing up and you smack his arm.
âSh-shut up.â You huff, pouting as he puts your panties back in place, dolling you back up and kissing your shoulder.
âNope. But youâre gonna wish you had when the poor guy out thereâs blushing redder than red.â he teases. Your eyes widen and you cover your mouth with your hand when you realize he had to have heard everything.
âYouâre insane.â your voice is muffled by your hand.
âInsaneâs one word for it,â he smirks. âI like to say Iâm just crazy for you.â
Not long later, youâre climbing back into the car. Satoru follows, flopping into the passenger seat with a contented sigh like heâs just won a marathon.
As you pull out of the station, he stretches again, kicking his feet up on the dash like he owns the place. âYou know,â he says casually, âyou should really thank me. That guy was totally about to ask for your number. I saved you from a very awkward situation.â
And you could quite literally kill him.
ŕźď¸ Geto Suguru ŕźď¸
The room is buzzing with conversation, a polite undercurrent of tension that doesnât escape you. Cult leaders and their followers mill about in finely tailored clothes, exchanging calculated smiles and empty pleasantries. Youâre trying your best to look engaged, but your thoughts keep drifting to Suguru.
He stands a few feet away, surrounded by a small circle of curse users, his tall frame commanding attention with ease. His black robes flow elegantly around him, his long hair tied back neatly. The faint smirk on his face, the calm way he speaksâ it all oozes confidence. Control. Every now and then, he glances in your direction, his sharp eyes softening for just a moment before flicking back to the conversation.
Youâre nursing a drink near the refreshment table when someone sidles up beside you.
âAh, I was hoping Iâd get the chance to meet you,â a smooth voice says.
You turn to see a tall man in a perfectly tailored suit, his polished appearance almost too pristine. His expression is warm but calculated, and his sharp eyes are already fixed on you. Takeda. You recognize him instantlyâ leader of a large, influential cult. Non-sorcerer, but powerful in his own way.
âGood evening,â you reply, forcing a polite smile. They have their role to play, Geto tells you, so you make sure to keep appearances with non-sorcerers despite their usual poor attitude toward you.
He smiles wider. âGood evening, indeed. I couldnât help but notice you standing here all by yourself. It seems almost criminal for someone as lovely as you to be left alone at an event like this.â
You feel your cheeks warm at the unexpected compliment, a small flush creeping up your neck. âIâm not alone. Iâm here with my boyfriend,â you say, gesturing subtly in Suguruâs direction.
Takeda follows your gaze and chuckles softly. âSuguru Geto. Of course. Iâve heard much about him.â His attention snaps back to you, and his smile turns almost wolfish. âI must admit, though, Iâm surprised. I didnât think someone so⌠captivating would end up with a man who seems so creepy⌠Besides, Iâm sure heâs always so busy. Too busy to truly appreciate a beauty like you.â
Your face heats further, and you stammer, âHeâs not too busy. Heâs justââ
Before you can finish, he takes your hand in his and presses a lingering kiss to your knuckles. Itâs old-fashioned, deliberate, and enough to leave you momentarily stunned. Not in awe, but in pure shock. Heâs bold, youâll give him that.
Your breath catches, and you feel a wave of heat rush to your face. You try to pull your hand back, but his grip is firmâ not unkind, but enough to make you falter. You canât ruin appearances by hurting him, so you allow it, praying heâll give up soon.
âA pleasure meeting you,â he murmurs, his lips still ghosting over your skin.
And then you feel itâ the air shifting suddenly. A heavy, familiar presence fills the space around you, and Takeda finally releases your hand. You glance over your shoulder to see Suguru a few feet away, his dark eyes fixed on the two of you as he approaches.
âTakeda,â Suguru says smoothly, his tone light but carrying a weight that makes your stomach flip because you know better.
Takeda straightens and flashes a smile thatâs far too confident. âGeto. What a pleasure to see you,â He gestures toward you. âI was just introducing myself to your lovely partner. Sheâs quite⌠enchanting.â
Suguruâs lips twitch, curving into a faint smile that doesnât reach his eyes. âIâm aware.â
Thereâs a pause, the kind that feels too loud in the quiet. Suguruâs gaze flickers briefly to your hand before returning to Takeda.
âI see youâve already made yourself comfortable,â he continues softly.
Takeda chuckles nervously, clearly unsure of how to respond. Getoâs not usually the type to be confrontational in public. Itâs normally all smiles and politics for him, so this has Takeda stunned. âI meant no disrespect, of course.â
Suguru hums thoughtfully. âNo disrespect⌠Of course not.â He tilts his head slightly, his smile sharpening. âBut youâd do well to remember your place, Takeda. Admiration is one thing. Touching, howeverâŚâ He trails off, his tone turning razor-sharp, dark eyes honing in on the poor manâs. âThatâs dangerous, especially for someone like you.â
Takeda falters, his polished demeanor cracking for just a moment. âIâ Iâll keep that in mind,â he mutters before excusing himself and retreating into the crowd.
As soon as heâs gone, Suguru turns to you, his sharp expression softening slightly. For a moment, he doesnât say anything, just looking at you in a way that makes your stomach twist.
âYou seemed⌠flustered,â he says finally, his voice quiet but probing.
Your cheeks burn, and you look away. âI wasnât, he just caught me off guard,â you mumble.
Suguru steps closer, his dark eyes narrowing ever so slightly. âAre you sure? Because from where I was standingâŚâ He pauses, his voice dropping. âIt looked like you didnât mind it.â
âSuguruââ
âDid you like it?â he interrupts, his tone impossibly soft, almost vulnerable. âA weakling holding your hand, kissing it like that⌠Did you enjoy it?âÂ
Your heart twists at the faint frown tugging at his lips, the rare glimpse of uncertainty in his usually composed expression. Thatâs when you recognize the look in his eye. It isnât anger, itâs fear. Insecurity. Things you never expected to see from him.
âNo,â you say quickly, reaching for him. âOf course not. I could never, baby.â
For a moment, he doesnât respond, his gaze flickering over your face as if searching for any sign of dishonesty. Finally, he exhales softly and takes your hand in his, his thumb brushing over the spot where Takedaâs lips had been.
âCome with me,â he murmurs, his voice low but firm.
He leads you down a hallway, wanting to be away from the noise and chatter of the convention. When he pushes open the door to an empty room and pulls you inside, the silence feels almost deafening in comparison to everything on the outside.
Suguru closes the door and turns to face you, his dark eyes heavy with emotion. Without a word, he cups your face in his hands, his thumb brushing over your cheek.
âSay it,â he whispers, his voice raw.
âSay what?â you ask softly, your hands resting on his chest.
âThat youâre mine,â he breathes, his forehead pressing against yours. âThat you wouldnât leave me for some monkey.â
Your heart aches at the quiet desperation in his tone. âIâm yours, of course Iâm yours.â You whisper, your hands curling into his robes. âAlways.â
The next thing you know, his lips are melting yours, soft at first, but quickly growing more insistent. When he pulls back, his breathing is uneven, and his eyes are darker than ever.
âAgain,â he all but whines, his lips trailing down to your jaw. âSay it again.â
âIâm yours, Suguru,â you repeat, your voice racing as your heart squeezes. âOnly yours.â
He exhales sharply, his hands sliding down to grip your waist. âGood,â he whispers, moreso to himself. âGood⌠because I need you.â
You nod, your fingers tangling in his hair as he kisses you again, this time with a desperation that feels like heâs trying to erase every trace of Takedaâs touch from your skin.
His nails dig into your sides, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, tasting all that you haveâ all that you are. Heâs needy, moving to hoist you up and hook your legs around his waist.
Your dress rides up your thighs and he wastes no time gripping at the fat of them, subtly rolling his hips into you in a way that tells you he may just be doing it subconsciously. Gasps are shared between your lips as he kisses you a few more times before moving to swipe his tongue up your neck, stopping just under your jaw and sucking a big fat hickey into the crevice.
It feels so good that you almost donât notice the way his hands are working their way down, down, down to your ass, pulling you into him with every roll of his hips. You feel how hard he is even through his robes, unable and unwilling to stop yourself from sliding the top of his gojogesa off his broad shoulders. Youâre dipping your head down to pepper kisses all over his shoulder while he marks you up, your nails leaving marks of their own on his skin from how hard youâre gripping him.
You know what this is. Know what he needs. Youâd be a fool to stop him from taking it. âSugu⌠here.â You tell him, emphasizing your words by rolling your hips in tandem with his.
You swear you hear him growl as he tears his lips from your throat and grips your underwear on one side to tear them off, your eyes widening at the action. Suguruâs normally a calm, calculated man, even when he makes love to you, everything is suave and heâs always in control, but now? Now, heâs become someone entirely different. Someone needy. Someone eager to prove a point. To stake a claim.
âHere, angel.â Is all you hear before your mouth is stuffed with your own underwear andâ when did he whip his dick out? Youâve got no idea, but itâs plugged into you before you can react, a long and grateful groan just spilling from Suguruâs lips like heâs finally laying in bed after a long day of hard labor. Heâs home. Your head falls back against the door and he uses the opportunity to attack your neck again, littering the skin with kisses, licks, and the occasional bite.
Heâs got no rhyme or rhythm in his thrusts, he simply ruts into you with a force that has the door shaking, the metal bar rattling and making your stomach lurch with fear at the fact that it could so easily be pushed for you two to end up on display for everyone. The fear falls away soon, however, replaced with nothing but pleasure when heâs targeting that wonderful gummy little bullseye that makes you go dumb on his cock.
Your eyes start searching for something in the back of your head, drool dribbling down the corners of your mouth and soaking your underwear as your shaky moans are muffled by the fabric. And you donât know when it started, but your ears tune into Suguru whining the same thing repeatedly. âMine, all mine, mine, mine, mineââ again and again and again with every punctuated thrust targeting your poor cervix.
Your nails rake down his back, hoping to find some sort of balance to compensate for the fact that your legs are beginning to ragdoll, no strength left in them as they flop by his sides with every thrust. Except, you donât have to worry. No, his grip on you is bruising, he never wants to let you go.
And you wish you could see his face in this moment. See how he looks when heâs so adamant about proving it to himself that youâre his. Before you know it, youâre snaking a hand into his hair and tugging his head back, earning a needy little whine from his puffy lips before heâs looking at you. Oh, is he looking at you. Like youâre the world. Like youâre salvation. His brows are drawn tightly together, a pout on his lips that tells you heâd be nothing without you. God, you wanna kiss him. Wanna tell him a million times over that youâd never even think of another.
The look on your face tells him exactly what you want, you think, because in the next instant, heâs tearing the underwear from your mouth and crushing his lips into yours. His thrusts have rhythm now, his hips fucking into you with urgency. Every time his thick cock slips past your puffy folds, youâre inched closer, oh so closer to cumming and your stomach draws tight at the feeling. Heâs chasing both of your orgasms, not once missing that spongey little spot that makes you see stars as he pounds you into the door, your voice sounding out to God knows how many people are in the hallway while you kiss him, your drool now slipping down his chin.
You hear him groan into the kiss as his hips start to falterâ heâs close. And yet, while his rhythm is lost, his force is worse. Every thrust brings you closer and closer to the edge until youâre right there. âI love you,â he whines against your lips before breaking away and letting his head fall back. âI love you, I love you, I. Fucking. Love. You.â He punctuates the last repetition with a thrust for each word, cumming on the very last one along with you, who couldnât help but cum at the words heâs never said before.
You two had been together for a year. A whole year and not once had Suguru ever uttered the words. You always knew he wasnât an emotional man, so you never expected to hear the words. You felt it, though. His care for you. It was in his actions. How he never forgot an important date, how he would always bring home food or a treat or flowers for you, how he loathed being away from you for any given reason. And yet, the words still shock you.
He ruts into you a few more times before he stills, nothing to be heard except for your breaths shared between each other until his eyes go wideâ perhaps in realization of what heâs just said, and he kisses you. Softer this time. More sure of himself. Like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders now that heâs confessed.
When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, his hands tightening on your thighs. âDonât let anyone else touch you like that again,â he murmurs, his voice low and rough. Not angry, not upset, just⌠needy.  âI donât care who it is. I wonât stand for it. Even if you donât love me like I love you, I just canât bear to see that again.â
You smile and offer a tired chuckle, brushing his hair back from his face. âYâknow, for someone usually so calculated and knowing, you sure are stupid,â you shake your head softly. âI love you, too. More, actually.â
His lips press against your temple, and he exhales slowly, the tension in his body finally easing. âNot possible,â he murmurs again, his voice soft. You can hear his smile in it. âNobodyâs ever loved anyone like I love you.â
ŕźď¸ Toji Fushiguro ŕźď¸
You arenât sure if dragging Toji to your high school reunion is a brilliant idea or the worst decision youâve made all year. On one hand, you know he can charm the socks off anyone when he wants to, all cocky smirks and lazy grins that send shivers down your spine. On the other hand, he doesnât exactly thrive in situations that involve niceties and polite small talkâespecially with people he doesnât give a shit about. Still, youâve convinced him, mostly because you want to show him off. Heâs hot, and heâs yours. Whatâs the point if you canât gloat a little?
Toji is surprisingly well-behaved for most of the evening. He nurses a glass of bourbon with his usual swagger, leaning against the bar and throwing you looks that tell you that heâll be waiting for you to make this worth his while later. He even manages to avoid scaring off too many of your old classmates, though you catch the occasional side-eye when heâs not so subtle about telling them to fuck off. Everythingâs going smoothly.
That is, of course, until he notices you talking to him.
You donât mean to bump into your ex-boyfriend. Really, you donât. But there he is, standing near the drink table with the same easy grin you remember from your teenage years. He calls your name, and before you can stop yourself, youâre smiling back and walking over. Tojiâs gaze burns into your back the entire way.
âWow, you look amazing,â your ex says, his tone warm but casual. Itâs just an observationâ a compliment between old friends, but you can just feel the way Tojiâs teeth grind from across the room.
âThanks. Youâre not looking too bad yourself,â you reply, keeping your tone light. The conversation flows easily, filled with harmless reminiscing about old high school antics. Nothing romantic. Nothing serious. Just memories of embarrassing pranks, favorite teachers, and the god-awful cafeteria food.
But you know Toji. You donât have to look to know heâs watching, his sharp green eyes narrowing every time your ex laughs or steps just a little too close. You can practically hear the internal dialogue: âWho the fuck does this guy think he is?â
Then your ex does it. The thing you know is going to push Toji over the edge.
He hugs you.
Itâs quick and friendly, a casual embrace to say goodbye. But as soon as your exâs arms wrap around you, you feel your body being eaten up by your boyfriendâs shadow. You pull back quickly, about to turn to Toji to defuse whatever storm is brewing, but itâs too late.
He moves quicklyâ silent and deadly. One second, heâs leaning against the bar. The next, heâs standing behind you, his presence towering and suffocating. His hand rests on the back of your neck, deceptively casual as he leans in close.
âI dunno why yer touchinâ her, pal,â Toji drawls, his voice low and dangerous, âbut donât let it happen again.â
Your ex blinks, clearly startled by the sudden shift in atmosphere. âI⌠sorry? I was just saying goodbââ
Tojiâs hand moves and you worry he may actually hit the poor guy. âOh, shit.â
âYou gonna say goodbye, then get the fuck outta here,â Toji says, his grin sharp and feral as he subtly lifts his sweater just enough to reveal the gun tucked into his waistband. âBefore I decide you donât need yer legs.â
Your exâs eyes go wide and he stumbles over himself to retreat, mumbling something about it being nice to see you before practically sprinting away. You donât even have time to scold Toji before security is suddenly very interested in the two of you.
Five minutes later, youâve been escorted out of the venue, Tojiâs hand resting possessively on the small of your back. You wait until youâre alone in the parking lot to whirl on him.
âSeriously?â you hiss, smacking his arm. âYou pulled a gun on him?!â
âRelax, doll,â Toji says, his grin infuriatingly smug. âI didnât even take it out.â
You groan, stomping toward the car. You reach for the passenger door, but before you can open it, his arm shoots out, blocking your path.
âNah,â he says, his voice dropping an octave. âYer sittinâ in the back with me.â
âWhat, am I in trouble now? Gonna spank me?â you ask sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.
Toji doesnât answer. He just opens the back door and shoves you inside, sliding in next to you and shutting the door behind him. You cross your arms, giving him a pointed glare. It doesnât take long before heâs sulking.
He leans back against the seat, legs spread wide, and huffs like an overgrown child. âWasnât jealous,â he mutters.
You snort. âSure you werenât.â
âAinât funny,â he grumbles, glaring at you.
You canât resist pushing him just a little further. âIf youâre not jealous, then you wonât mind if I go back inside to grab his number. Yâknow, for old timesâ sake.â
His head snaps toward you, his jaw tightening. In one quick motion, he turns, caging you against the seat with his arms. âThe fuck you just say?â
âYou heard me,â you say, smirking. âIf youâre not jealous, it shouldnât bother you.â
Tojiâs eyes narrow, and the tension in the car shifts again, but this time it isnât anger. Itâs something else entirely. He leans in until his nose brushes yours, his voice dropping to a low growl.
âAinât about beinâ jealous,â he says, his breath warm against your lips. âAinât nobody else touchinâ my girl. Donât care what reason they have.â
His hands find your waist, pulling you closer as his lips ghost along your jawline. His touch is possessive, his grip firm enough to leave no room for argument. You canât help the shiver that runs down your spine.
âTojiâŚâ you start, but he cuts you off with a low chuckle.
âNah, youâve been mouthinâ off thinkinâ yer cute,â he says, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. âTime to shut that pretty mouth oâ yours.â
He's enjoying himself, towering over you in the confined space of the car, the sunlight streaming in from the windows only highlighting the wolfish grin that spreads across his face.
âYouâre soââ
"Hm?" He hums, his hand already snaking down your side, easily slipping under the hem of your dress as he plants a kiss onto the side of your neck. "Y' got somethin' t' say, doll?"Â
His fingers dance on your skin, inching closer and closer to the spot he knows will make you weak in the knees. He's toying with you, getting a kick out of your restraint as you try to formulate words again. But before you can finish even a syllable, he cuts you off.
"Save it, sweetheart. Was gonna be nice 'nd all when we got home tânight, but you had to go and run that pretty mouth with yer ex." He growls lowly in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. âSo while yer getting yer brains fucked stupid, I want you târemember⌠this is on you.â
With a rough grasp, he flips you onto your stomach in the backseat, your dress riding up your ass as he yanks your panties down with a swift tug, the cool air hitting it and making your hole clench around nothing. His dick is hard and straining against his pants, pre seeping through to form a dark spot. The anticipation of what's to come has your breath hitching, heat pooling between your legs. He leans over you, the weight of his body pressing down onto yours.
Heâs rutting against your ass, one hand sliding up to toy with one of your nipples while his other hand massages your hip. God, if you could see the needy little look on your face right now, then heâd finally get you to understand just why heâs so addicted to you. Youâre just so gluttonous for him. Always wanting more, more, more. And of course, heâs always willing to give.
But right now isnât the moment for giving. No, he needs to take. To take and take and take until thereâs no more left of you to give to anyone but him. Always him. He backs away just enough for him to unzip his pants, his cock springing free. His hand finds it immediately, stroking himself in slow, teasing motions, hard length throbbing against your bare ass. There's a devilish grin on his face as he utters, "Gonna show âer how much she needs me."
Without waiting for a response, he aligns himself with your sobbing cunt, teasing your folds with his thick head just swiping back and forth and mixing his pre into your skick. He groans at the contact, his hand gripping your hip tighter. Suddenly, with a swift thrust, he plunges himself deep, his girth stretching you so mind numbingly good that you fear you may just pass out. The thing is, heâs barely in, but the sensation is already overwhelming, causing you to gasp and buck your hips.
He wishes you knew how fucking good you feel. Wishes you knew that whenever he fucks you, that tight ring of resistance tries so hard to push him out. That is, until heâs fucked his fat tip into you a few times, because then youâre practifally sucking him in. He knows the stretch is a lot. Knows youâre sore hours later without fail and yet, you still beg for more. Just like now.
Words are failing you, but your look is enough. You want more. Need more than just his tip. You wanna be broken in. And so he does. He feeds you inch after inch of him, sitting up and pausing at the halfway point to admire the way your cunt looks swallowing him so eagerly. He grasps at the globes of your ass, jiggling them and biting his lower lip at the God granted sight.
His free hand moves to the back of your head, fingers snaking into your hair before he grips tightly and brings your head up so he can press your face into the window. And just light that, he fucks the rest of himself into you roughly, grunting.
"Fuckinââ take it," he rasps out, taking a brief moment to adjust to the feeling of your tightness around him, unable to resist a little moan of his own. Then, he starts moving. Slow and punishing at first, then picking up speed with the same punishing force. Each thrust is precise and purposeful, perfectly hitting that spot inside you that makes you feel fuzzy. He's unabashedly vocal too, grunting and groaning with each delicious slide in and out of your wetness. "Fuck... y' take my cock so good..." he compliments, pushing your face harder into the back window.Â
Easing up on his grip on your waist, he rolls his hips, grinding against your ass before pulling out for just a moment to slap his tip against your folds, watching as your cunt twitches and then thrusting back in again. His actions are deliberate and controlled, meant to stir you up and drive you to your limit.Â
"Please baby, please, please, please..." you moan helplessly, your words swallowed up by the sounds of your bodies slapping together and his grunts of pleasure. But he merely chuckles darkly, gripping your hip and pressing your face against the window harder as if to anchor himself and punish you at the same time, his thrusts never faltering.Â
"Y' can gimme more than that," he teases, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans down, teeth nibbling at your exposed neck.Â
He slows almost to a stop, but the slight shallow thrusts still feel so overwhelmingly good you think youâre gonna go insane. âYâreally think she could live without me? Mmm mm, no, she needs me. Iâm the only one who can stuff this greedy little pussy the way she needs to be stuffed. Isnât that right, baby? Say it fâme.â
âF-fuck! Toki, gonnaââ SMACK!
âNot talkinâ to you, princess. Talkinâ to her.â He delivers a pointed thrust into you to emphasize the fact that heâs genuinely talking to your cunt in his pussydrunk state.
Your sure heâs left a permanent handprint because of how hard he spanked your ass. The sting that lingers where his palm landed makes your cunt twitch and ache around him, which he considers to be answer enough. âSâwhat I fuckinâ thought. Atta fuckinâ girl, yes baby.â He groans, quickening the pace ever so slightly and beginning to pull you back into him to meet his thrusts.
âTalkin to an ex, yâmust have wanted to get yerself fucked stupid, hm? Is that what you wanted? To be fucked like this?â Heâs talking, but you can tell it isnât for actual answers, no, itâs more to himself. Heâs fucked out. So close to the edge.
The thrusting quickens, his hot breath fanning over your ear. "Cum f' me, doll," he commands, his voice dropping an octave, "show me how good I make y' feel. Only me. And then Iâm gonna breed yer cute cunt so good." With that, he delivers a particularly hard thrust, aiming for that spot inside you that will unravel you completely.
Thatâs when you finally let loose, the coil inside your tummy snapping and letting you feel so much pleasure that youâre moving your ass back into him with a force thatâs unmatched, just swallowing him deep into you over and over again. And that does it for himâ his cum spurting inside you and filling you so good.
He kisses you so hungrily you feel you may just lose your breath entirely and pass out. His hands are holding you in place so you donât fuck back onto him, because he knows if you did, heâd break you.
Toji leans back, smirking at the sight of you, his thumb brushing your swollen lips.
âYou done throwing your little tantrum?â you tease, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
He glares at you, though thereâs no real heat behind it. âYouâre real fuckinâ funny, yâknow that?â
âOh, I know.â And deciding to drop the bombshell now, you lean back against the seat and say casually, âBy the way, heâs married. To a man. They have two kids.â
Toji freezes, his expression shifting from smug to incredulous in seconds. He blinks like a cartoon character in shock, his brows furrowing. âWhat?â
âYup,â you say, your grin widening. âYour big, scary display of dominance? Totally unnecessary.â
He huffs, running a hand through his hair. The look on his face is so priceless you wish you could brand it into your memory. âTch. Coulda fuckinâ said somethinâ sooner.â
âAnd miss all the fun?â You laugh, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
Before you can say anything else, heâs on you again, his hands roaming as he mutters, âGonna make you pay for makinâ me start a scene.â
You laugh, the sound cutting off into a gasp as his hands find their mark. âI made you start a scene? Oh, this I gotta hear.â You say, your voice breathless but still teasing.
âKeep talkinâ, doll,â he says, his grin turning wicked. âSee where it gets ya.â And then his lips are finding yours again. Just like that, the argument is forgotten, lost in the haze of his possessive, consuming affection.
ŕźď¸ Choso Kamo ŕźď¸
The mall is crowded, loud with the hum of chattering voices and echoing footsteps. It isnât your favorite place to hang out, but your best friend had begged you to come along. Somehow, Choso ended up tagging along too, though you werenât sure why. He wasnât exactly the mall type, after allâ too quiet, too detached from the bustling energy of human spaces like this.
You glance over your shoulder at him now, and there he is, just like youâd expect. Heâs trailing a few steps behind, hands shoved into the sleeves of his robe, his dark eyes drifting lazily over the crowd. His usual stoic mask is firmly in place, making him seem untouchable to anyone passing by. But you know better than that. Beneath the unapproachable aura, Choso is awkwardâ painfully shy even. Heâs still figuring out how to interact with humans, still trying to understand what it means to live in a world like this.
And for some reason, heâs decided youâre his safe space.
You smile to yourself, turning your attention back to the task at hand. Your friend had told you theyâd meet you at the bookstore, but theyâre running late, so you decide to wander into one of the nearby shops to kill time.
Choso doesnât follow. You assume heâs probably going to find a dark corner to tuck himself into.Â
What you donât realize is that he does follow. At a distance. Heâs used to watching from the sidelines, content to let you move through your world without interference. He doesnât mind, in fact, he learns from watching how you interact with people, animals, media, and the likes. He learns about the world, but more importantly, he learns about you.
His eyes are on you now, but just seconds later, they shift. Thereâs a new focus, a new target. Him.
The guy behind the counter at the little boutique you walked into. Heâs tall, clean-cut, and obnoxiously friendly. At first, Choso thinks nothing of it. Itâs not like he can stop every stranger from talking to you. But as the guyâs gestures become more animated, and his laughter gets a little too familiar, something shifts in Chosoâs chest.
He wishes he could hear whatever it is heâs saying that has you so giddy. Wishes he could justâ wait, what?
The guy leans forward across the counter, his hand brushing yours as he hands you something, maybe a receipt, maybe a bag, Choso doesnât care. Because what he does next is what hammers the nail in the coffin. His hand moves to the top of your head and he ruffles your hair, making you laugh. Itâs the casual intimacy of the gesture that makes his stomach churn. He knows he shouldnât jump to conclusions. He knows. But he canât help the way his jaw tightens, or the way his fingers curl into fists in his sleeves.
Youâre still smiling at the guy. Youâre laughing. And he hates it.
His mind spirals before he can stop it. The scene plays over and over in his head, each time twisting into something worse. What if you like this guy? What if youâre into someone who can flirt with ease, someone who doesnât stumble over their words or overthink every little thing?
What if you donât want him?
Choso feels a sharp pang in his chest, like something fragile has cracked. Heâs been so careful, so guarded with his feelings. He thought he could keep them tucked away, safe from rejection, safe from ruining this. But now? Now he feels them slipping through the cracks, raw and unmanageable.
He looks away, leaning back against the wall outside the store. His heartâs racing, though he doesnât know why. Itâs not like he has any claim over you. Youâre your own person, free to talk to whoever you want. Heâs just⌠Heâs just the weird half-curse with no idea what his place is in this world who follows you around and doesnât know how to say what he feels. But what if he did say it?
The thought hits him like a lightning bolt, sudden and electrifying. Heâs scared, sureâ terrified, actually, but the idea of staying silent is worse. He doesnât want to lose you to someone else, not without at least trying.
So he waits.
When you finally walk out of the shop, youâre holding a small bag, a content smile on your face. You spot him instantly, standing off to the side like heâs been there the whole time.
âHey, sorry that took so long. They had some really cute stuff in there,â you say, holding up the bag as if to explain.
Choso doesnât respond right away. His eyes flick to the shop behind you, then back to your face. He doesnât ask about your purchases. Instead, he asks, âWho was that?â
You blink, caught off guard. âWho?â
âThe guy you were talking to,â he says, his tone as flat as ever, but thereâs something behind itâa tension you canât quite place.
âOh, him? Thatâs just my friend from school. He works here part-time,â you explain, shrugging. âI didnât even know before now.â
Your words are casual, but they allow Choso a wave of relief. That relief is short-lived, however, replaced almost immediately by a surge of determination. This is his chance. His moment to say what heâs been holding back.
âCan I⌠talk to you for a second?â he asks, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.
You tilt your head, curious but not concerned. âOf course. Whatâs up?â
He gestures for you to follow him, leading you away from the bigger crowd and toward a seating area deeper in the mall thatâs less populated. Once youâre there, he turns to face you, his hands still buried in his sleeves.
For a moment, he doesnât say anything. Heâs searching for the right words, but they donât come. Instead, what comes out is raw and unfiltered.
âI thought you liked him,â he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
You blink, surprised. âWhat? No, Choso, I told you, heâs just a friend.â
He nods, but his gaze drops to the floor. âI know. Itâs just⌠I donât know how to do this.â
âDo what?â you ask gently.
He looks up at you then, his dark eyes searching yours. âThis. Any of this. Being around people. Trying to figure out how Iâm supposed to feel, how Iâm supposed to act.â
You wait, sensing thereâs more he wants to say.
âBut with you⌠itâs different,â he continues, his voice steady despite the nerves etched into his expression. âI donât feel lost when Iâm with you. I feel⌠human.â
Your heart skips a beat, but you donât interrupt.
âAnd I donât want to lose that. I donât want to lose you,â he says, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. âI like you. I⌠I think Iâve liked you since the moment we met. I just didnât know how to say itâ didnât know what it was. B-But I do, now.â
You stare at him, his confession hanging in the air between you. For a moment, he thinks heâs made a mistake. That heâs crossed a line he canât uncross.
But then you smile.
Not just any smileâ the kind of smile that makes him feel like the world isnât so complicated after all.
Itâs all you can do because his confession doesnât catch you off guard, not really.
Youâve always known.
âCho,â you say softly, stepping closer, âI know. Iâve known for a while.â
His eyes widen slightly, his lips parting in surprise. âYou⌠knew?â
You nod, giving him a small, reassuring smile. âYeah. Youâre not exactly subtle, you know. But I didnât say anything because I wanted to give you time. Time to figure out what you wanted, how you felt.â
Heâs silent, staring at you like he doesnât know whether to be relieved or mortified.
âFor what itâs worth,â you continue, your voice warm, âI like you, too. Just as you are. You donât have to change or be anyone else for me, Choso. I like you for you.â
Something in his expression shifts. Itâs now a mix of disbelief and something deeper, something more raw. His gaze flickers to your lips for the briefest moment, and when he speaks, his voice is barely audible. âCan I⌠kiss you?â
The question catches you off guard, not because you donât want him to, but because of the way he asks it, so tentative and earnest.
âOf course,â you say, your tone gentle but steady.
But he hesitates, his eyes darting to the small crowd around you. His voice drops lower, almost shy. âNot here. Can we⌠go somewhere else?â
You bite back a smile at how endearing he looks, his cheeks tinted pink as he avoids your gaze. âCome on,â you say, nodding toward a quieter hallway where the restrooms are tucked away.
He follows you like a shadow, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie as he keeps his head down. When you reach the single-occupancy restroom, you push the door open and step inside, holding it for him as he follows. The door clicks shut, and the noise of the mall fades into a distant hum.
For a moment, the two of you just stand there, the tension in the small space thick enough to cut with a knife. Choso shifts nervously, his hands twitching at his sides. âI⌠donât know how start,â he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.
âThatâs okay,â you reply, your smile soft and steady. âJust follow my lead.â
You step closer, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. He freezes for a moment, his dark eyes wide and uncertain, but when you lean in, his lids flutter shut.
The kiss starts slow, tentative, his lips warm and soft against yours. But as you deepen it, something shifts. Itâs like a switch flips inside him, and suddenly his hands are on your waist, gripping you like you might slip away if he doesnât hold on tight enough.
He grows bolder with each passing second, his fingers wandering over your arms, your back, your hips, your ass. Thereâs a desperation in the way he touches you, as if heâs trying to memorize every inch of you all at once. Finally, he pulls you flush against him, his entire arms wrapped around you, one hand gripping your hip and the other on your shoulder.
You canât help but chuckle against his lips, pulling back just enough to catch your breath. âEasy, Cho,â you murmur, your tone teasing. âIâm not going anywhere.â
âSorry,â he mutters, his face flushed as he loosens his grip, but only slightly. âI just⌠I donât know how to stop.â
Your smile softens, and you press a light kiss to his cheek. âYou donât have to apologize. Itâs okay to feel nervous.â
You kiss him again, this time letting him lead you. As things heat up, he starts to get carried away again, his hands roaming with a mix of urgency and inexperience. His kisses grow hungrier, his breath ragged as he presses closer, his body practically trembling against yours.
Suddenly his whole body stiffens and a low, unsteady sound akin to a whine escapes him before he pulls back, his face burning with embarrassment. He avoids your gaze, his hands falling away as he stammers, âIâ Iâm sorry. I dunno whatâ I didnât want to stop, Iââ
You pull back further to see a dark patch beginning to form even on the purple cloth that rests in front of his robes, realizing what happened. Your perfect Choso just came in his pants from kissing you. You canât stay silent much longer for fear of making him more embarrassed, so you hush him gently, cupping his face and tilting it so he has no choice but to meet your eyes. âCho, itâs okay,â you say firmly, your voice steady and soothing. âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about. This is all new for you, and thatâs perfectly fine.â
He swallows hard, his dark eyes searching yours for any hint of judgment or disappointment. When he finds none, his shoulders relax just a little.
âYou mean that?â he asks softly.
You smile, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. âOf course, I do. Weâll take things slow, okay? Thereâs no rush.â
He nods slowly, the tension in his posture easing as he lets out a shaky breath. After a moment, he looks at you again, his expression soft but serious. âIs this⌠what love is?â He closes his eyes, his lips curving into the faintest smile as he leans into your touch. And in that quiet, stolen moment, it feels like the rest of the world fades away, leaving only the two of you in its place.
ŕźď¸ Ryomen Sukuna ŕźď¸
The room is dimly lit, the sterile scent of disinfectant clinging to the air. Youâre lying back on the exam table, your dress pulled up over your growing belly. The monitor hums softly as the sonographer, a man with overly polite eyes and a soothingly gentle touch, adjusts the machine. He explains the process as he goes, his voice calm and warm, clearly trying to put you at ease.
Today is your first 3D ultrasound where youâll finally get a better view of the life growing inside you. It feels surreal. Youâve had to wait until youâre 32 weeks along to get the best view, so the wait has made you antsy. Will it look like Sukuna? You? Will it smile or suck its thumb? Surely itâs too early for that, right? All of these questions are running through your mind and making your body vibrate with both nervousness and anticipation. It actually does help that the sonographer noticed and is trying to soothe you.Â
You glance to the corner where Sukuna stands, his towering figure leaned protectively against the wall. His crimson eyes are locked on the sonographer, sharp and unyielding, like a predator stalking prey. His arms are crossed over his broad chest, claws tapping rhythmically on his forearm, a faint sound that portrays his growing irritation. The air feels heavy with tension; thick enough to cut with a knife. Youâd be lying if you said that didnât contribute to your current nervousness.
The sonographer prepares to squirt gel onto your belly, offering you a soft smile. âThis might feel a little cold,â he says, his tone careful. âBut itâll help us get a clear image of the baby.â
You flinch slightly at the cold, and the response is immediate.
âWatch your hands.â Sukunaâs voice slices through the room, low and menacing.
The sonographer freezes, visibly startled. His gaze darts nervously to Sukuna. âI- Iâm just preparing her to perform the scan, sir. Thereâs no need to worry.â
Sukuna scoffs, the sound dark and mocking. âWorry? Iâm not worried, human. Iâm warning you.â His crimson eyes narrow, radiating danger. âYouâre touching my wife whoâs carrying the heir to my throne. Be mindful.â
You press your palm to your forehead, exhaling sharply. âRyo,â you say, your tone firm. âHeâs doing his job. Stop scaring him.â
Sukunaâs eyes flick to you, softening slightly, but the fire in them doesnât fully die. âDoesnât mean I have to like it.â
The sonographer hesitates, visibly uneasy, before resuming his work. The wand glides gently over your belly, and the monitor flickers to life. He points out the babyâs heartbeat, their tiny limbs, and the way they seem to kick at nothing in particular. His voice is soothing as he explains, almost too soothing for Sukunaâs liking.
You can see that the baby has four limbs, thankfully, and itâs got a frown on itâs face, much like its fatherâs. Until you speak, that is. When you speak, you can see the soft smile that graces your sweet babyâs face, again much like its fatherâs. You feel tears prick at your eyes finally seeing your baby so clearly.
The sonographer glances at you again, his smile almost reverent. âYouâre doing wonderfully. Your baby looks perfectâ beautiful, actually.â
That does it.
âBeautiful, huh?â Sukuna mutters, his voice laced with venom. âBet you say that to every woman you see. Must be part of your script. Youâre just so reassuring. Well, my wife doesnât need that. She has me. Do you think yourself better than I?â
âRyomen.â Your voice sharpens, and you shoot him a glare that tells him youâre angry. âEnough.â
He stares at you for a long moment, his lips curling in mild defiance, but he backs off for now. The sonographer continues, though his hands move a little faster this time, clearly eager to finish. Sukunaâs eyes remain locked on him, every small movement scrutinized like a hawk circling its prey.
Finally, the scan concludes. The sonographer hands you a towel to clean off the gel, offering another polite smile. He opens his mouth to speak, but Sukuna doesnât give him the chance.
âYouâre done, right? Get out.â
The manâs eyes widen; he looks to you as if hoping for an intervention. You manage a tight smile. âThank you for your help. Forgive my unpleasant husband,â you say pointedly, dismissing him with a polite nod.
The door clicks shut behind him, leaving the two of you alone. Sukuna stands there, still bristling, his claws twitching at his sides.
You sigh, wiping the last of the gel from your belly. âYouâre ridiculous, Kuna. He wasnât touching me in any sort of suspicious way.â
âHe shouldnât have been touching you in the first place,â Sukuna snaps, taking a step closer.
âHeâs a medical professional, Ryomen. Itâs his job.â
âI donât care,â he growls, his crimson eyes boring into yours. âHe was too close; too soft. Like he thought he could make you feel safer than I do.â
You sit up, tugging your dress down over your belly. âNo one is trying to take your place.â
He scoffs, pacing in front of you like a restless beast. âYouâre mine. No one else gets to put their hands on you like that.â
You stand, squaring your shoulders as you step into his path. âWould you rather our child go unchecked and we miss something bad? You canât scare every single person who helps me, Ryomen.â
His eyes narrow, the frustration in them simmering just beneath the surface. âYouâre too soft,â he mutters. âAlways making excuses for people who donât deserve it.â
âSoft doesnât mean weak,â you counter, standing firm. âAnd I donât need you turning every little thing into a fight. Trust me, Ryomen. Iâm not going anywhere. But⌠youâre wrong, you know. I do need comfort. You provide safety, yes, but never reassurance. Gentleness. Maybe just⌠passive acceptance. Iâm carrying your child. Of course Iâd like to be doted on and treated with care.â
Before he can get upset again, you add, âBy you. Only you. So justâ please stop it with the anger and hostility. I want my child to know their father is capable of love the way I know he is.â
The tension in his shoulders loosens slightly, though the possessiveness in his gaze remains. He steps closer, towering over you, his hand coming to rest on your belly. His touch is firm but deliberate, a reminder of who you belong to.
âYouâre mine,â he says, his voice low and commanding. âYou. The baby. Youâre my dearest prizes. No one else gets to act like they know how to care for you better than I do. I study everything, every minute detail about you and whatâs to expect with the child. I suppose Iâve been so wound up with preparing myself and protecting you that Iâve gotten more hostile than usual. I⌠can work on it.â
You place your hand over his, meeting his gaze with unwavering confidence. âThatâs all Iâm asking.â
âGet back on the exam bed.â
âWhat? Why? Heâs finishââ he interrupts you by walking you backwards until your ass hits the edge, caging you in.
âBecause I donât think Iâve ever told you how beautiful you look carrying my heir and standing up to even me. And Iâd like to show you just how much I love it.â He says, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against your neck, just below your jawline. As expected, you tilt your head up for a kiss and he indulges you, kissing you so hungrily and lifting you onto the bed.
His hands wander all over your body, his touch carrying a gentleness youâre not used to. Goosebumps raise on the whole of your body in response and youâre leaning forward into the kiss, losing yourself in it. You donât even realize heâs hiked your dress up and removed your panties until the cold hits your slick-sheened pussy.
âRyĹââ
âI know, brat, I know.â He says, a teasing lilt in his voice as he parts from your lips to kiss along your jaw. âCome to the edge fâme.â
You do exactly that as he undoes his robes to reveal his second set of arms⌠and his second mouth. God, you love how freaky this man is. His second set of arms grip the globes of your ass to hold you steady as he pulls you flush against his lower mouth, his fat tongue just smearing your cunt with your slick and his saliva.Â
Youâve never cared to admit that this mouth of his has always been your favorite. Itâs so big that it offers more coverage, more pressure, and gets so much deeâ
âBiiiiig stretch.â Sukuna warns you before he plunges his second tongue into your hole, lingering at that first ring of resistance to deliver a few shallow, but mind numbingly pleasurable thrusts before he pushes the rest of the way in; as much as he can, that is.
He uses the moment your pretty little mouth releases an ah! to kiss you again, his first set of hands slipping up your dress to find your tits. If thereâs anything heâd put on top of the list of things he loves about your changing body, itâs this. How fucking thick your ass has become and undeniably huge your tits have grown. Just swelling and preparing to fill with milk to sustain his heir.
He pinches your sensitive nipples between his large fingers, making you moan into the kiss, relaxing your cunt around his tongue between you. Suddenly, youâre lifted just slightly above the table, his other hands beginning to fuck you on his tongue, his saliva and your slick just drip, drip, dripping onto the bed and floor beneath you.
âSo greedy. Pussyâs always so fucking greedyâŚâ he groans, resting his forehead against yours so you both can watch as your pussy bulges from swallowing his tongue so eagerly. Itâs such a lewd sight, one youâve undeniably grown addicted to in your time together.
Your moans mingle together and itâs then you realize that heâs now using just one of his hands to fuck you on his tongue. His other is wrapped around both of his cocks and pumping them together, ribbons of pre falling down his lengths and being smeared by his movements. Youâre not even slightly ashamed of the way you salivate seeing him getting off while eating your pussy and watching himself do it. Itâs so fucking filthy that you canât help butâ
âGonna cum fâme, arenât you? Mmmmmhm, can tell by how sheâs flutterinâ around my tongue. My needy fucking wife.â He smirks, pulling you flush to him so that the widest part of his tongue rubs against your clit while he switches it up and fucks his tongue into you, faster this time.
âO-Ohmyfuckinggod!â The words come out strung together, the added attention on your clit making you see stars, your breath quickening, heart beginning to race. You lean back onto the bed using your hands to prop you up so you can get a better view.
âSo nasty, beautiful.â A chuckle falls from his lips and you canât even respond before his upper hands are just engulfing your tits and kneading, easing the pain of the swelling and pleasing you at the same time.
Then, something happens. Milk begins to drip from your right nipple and it has you both stopping in your tracks. Youâd heard of the low possibility that milk can come before you give birth, but you never considered itâd happen to you. A blush of embarrassment creeps on your face and youâre about to apologize when you hear Sukuna groan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mouth immediately latches onto your tit and he just sucks.
âS-Sukuna, fuck!â You whine, his lower tongue beginning to work your quivering pussy again, bringing you right to the edge of pleasure.
He releases your tit with a pop! and nips it gently. âMine. Mine, mine, all fuckinâ mine, such a good Queen providing for my heir early. Gonna be such a good momma.â He praises you before beginning to suck the lactating nipple again, making you come undone on his tongue, your gooey insides clenching around his tongue, trying to stop him with how tight you are, but heâs too strong, fucking his tongue into you through your orgasm to swallow up every last bit of cum you have to offer him.
Itâs not until youâre whining and your legs are limp, weak pushes against his shoulders making him release your tit and slip his tongue from your slobbering hole. He runs the tip of his tongue against your oversensitive clit just a few times before you feel him kiss your puffy folds, making your body lurch.
You watch breathlessly as he tries to suck up the milk from your poor abused nipple again, your fingers slipping into his hair and tugging his face up to yours. âYâknow, youâre mine too. Forever. Donât you forget that.â You smirk.
Something flickers in his eyesâ pride, possessiveness, and a touch of vulnerability heâd never admit to. âDamn right Iâm yours,â he says, his lips curling into a smirk. âBut donât think that means Iâm gonna get soft on people.â
You lean into his hand as he caresses your cheek, a small smile playing at your lips. âYouâre impossible, you know that?â
âAnd yet, here you are,â he says, leaning down until his face is inches from yours. His voice drops to a rumble. âCarrying my child. Still standing by me. So brave.â
âSomeone has to keep you in check,â you tease, though your voice softens with affection.
He lets out a low chuckle, pressing a possessive kiss to your forehead. âYeah, well, letâs see if youâre brave enough to take my cocks after cumming like such a good brat fâme.âÂ
Your eyes widen, feeble hands trying to push him away by his chest, âKuna! We have to leave, theyâre probably traumatized!â You tell him in a hushed tone, suddenly all too aware that youâre in a doctorâs office for fuckâs sake.
âYeah, well. They can afford the therapy.â He gives you a shit eating grin while thumbing open your cunt. âOpen up real wide fâme, baby.â
And as you brace yourself, you remind yourself to make apology rounds to the staff whenever your husband is through with you.
ŕźď¸ Nanami Kento ŕźď¸
Nanami Kento is tired. Not just the kind of tired you feel after a long day, though God knows his body aches from another grueling shift of paperwork and exorcisms. No, itâs deeper than that. A bone-deep fatigue that comes from too many hours spent away from the one person heâd rather be with. You.
He steps through the door, loosening his tie with one hand and holding his briefcase in the other. The house is warm and smells faintly like the lavender candle you always light in the evenings. It feels like home, but he quickly notices somethingâs off.
Your voice carries down the hall, light and warm, tinged with laughter. Itâs a sound that usually has his shoulders relaxing, but tonight, thereâs an edge of tension beneath it that prickles at him. He sets his things down quietly, toeing off his shoes, and listens.
âYeah, itâs been kind of lonely lately,â you say, and he freezes in place, his hand hovering above the coat rack. âI mean, I get it. Nanamin works so hard and I love him for it, but⌠I donât know. I just miss him. I feel like I barely see him anymore.â
His chest tightens. Youâre talking about him. He takes a slow, measured breath and steps closer, rounding the corner silently.
âThank you for keeping me sane, though. Honestly, if I didnât have someone to talk to, Iâd probably be climbing the walls by now.â Thereâs a soft laugh on the other end of the line. Gojoâs laugh. The realization is instant and leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
Gojo. Of course, itâs Gojo. His coworker, the occasional thorn in the side, the most insufferable man he knows. And apparently the one youâve been leaning on while heâs been too busy drowning in work.
Kento feels his jaw tighten, his nails digging into the palm of his hand. He knowsâ logically, rationallyâ that thereâs nothing going on between you and Gojo. Youâd never betray him like that and Gojo, for all his teasing, would never cross that line. But the knot of jealousy twisting in his chest doesnât care about logic.
You must have heard him shift uncomfortably because you glance over your shoulder, startled. Your expression softens when you see him and you give him a small, almost sheepish smile. âHey, Kento just got home,â you say into the phone. âIâll talk to you soon, okay?â
Nanami doesnât miss the way Gojoâs laugh sounds out one last time before you hang up. He doesnât say anything as you set your phone on the counter, but his silence is heavy. You know him well enough to recognize it immediately.
âKen,â you say softly, stepping toward him. âLong day?â
He hums in acknowledgment, his gaze steady on you. Itâs not cold, but thereâs something simmering behind it; something that makes you hesitate. âGojo?â he asks finally, his voice calm but with an edge you canât ignore.
You blink, caught off guard by his demeanor. âYeah. He was just checking in. He knows Iâve been home alone a lot lately.â
âDoes he?â His tone is even, but the sharpness is undeniable.
You frown, crossing your arms. âNanami, itâs not like that. Heâs a friend. Our friend. You know that.â
âI do.â And he does. He knows itâs innocent. But that doesnât make it easier to hear you laughing and confiding in someone else while heâs been too busy to do the same.
âKen.â Your voice softens and you reach for him, your hand brushing his arm. âPlease donât do this. Donât beat yourself up or think anything crazy. Iâm not mad at you for working so much. I know why you do it. I know itâs for us. But⌠itâs hard sometimes. Thatâs all I meant.â
âI hate that you feel like this,â he says quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor. âThat you have to go to someone else when I should be here.â
You step closer, your hands sliding up to his shoulders. âYouâre here now,â you murmur, trying to pull him out of his head. âThatâs what matters. That you always come back to me as soon as you can.â
He looks at you, something dark and conflicted in his eyes. âIs it enough?â he asks, his voice low, almost hesitant. âAm I enough? Or would you rather have a husband who has more time for you?â
Your heart breaks at the vulnerability in his voice. âKenny,â you say firmly, cupping his face in your hands. âI donât want anyone else. I just want you. Always.â
The tension in his shoulders eases slightly and his hands settle on your waist, pulling you closer. His lips find yours in a kiss thatâs anything but gentle. Itâs hungry. Desperate. As if heâs trying to make up for all the time heâs spent away from you in one moment.
You gasp against his mouth and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down to the globes of your ass and gripping tightly. When he finally pulls back, his breathing is uneven, his forehead resting against yours. âIâll change for you,â he murmurs, his voice raw with emotion. âNo more late nights. No more overtime. Iâll cut my hours. Whatever it takes to be here with you.â
âKen, you donât have toââ
âI do.â His hands slide under your shirt, his touch firm but gentle as he lifts it over your head and lets it fall to the floor. âI wonât let you feel like youâre second to anything. Ever again. Youâre too precious to me. My world. My heart. My wife.â
His lips find your neck, trailing heated kisses down to your collarbone. He moves with a purpose, his hands exploring your skin as if to reacquaint himself with every inch of you. Itâs more than physicalâ itâs a promise.
You tug at his tie, fumbling with the knot until he helps you pull it free and rips off his button-down. Then his hands are on you again, guiding you toward the bedroom.
âLay back for me,â he murmurs, his voice low and commanding but with an undercurrent of tenderness that makes your pulse race.
You obey, sinking onto the bed as he leans over you, his lips finding yours again. His touch is both reverent and possessive, his movements careful but insistent. Every kiss, every caress feels like an apology and a vow wrapped into one.
He wraps a hang around your throat, squeezing for one fleeting moment before trailing it down your chest, between your breasts, down your stomach, over your pubic bone, and finally under your nightgown to meet your slick riddled cunt.
âShit,â he hisses, forehead resting against yours while he catches his breath, his fingers slipping back and forth between your folds, teasing at your clit in passes. âMy love⌠I donât want to waste any time, I just need tâfeel you. Normally Iâd eaââ
âI know, handsome, sâokay, Iâm ready, I can take it.â You reassure him, knowing he was going to apologize for not properly warming you up.
You see, Nanami has always been one for foreplay. He could slurp up your saccharine slick for hours upon hours if you let him, but tonight? Tonight, he just wants to be one with you.
His hand finds one of yours and he intertwines your fingers, his other hand working to free his cock from the suffocating confines of his pants. When it springs free, itâs just throbbing an angry pink, beads of pre forming at the tip now that his dress pants aren't there to absorb them.
He aligns himself with your painfully empty hole, pushing past that first little ring of resistance with a long groan. The grip he has on your hand tightens, his knuckles turning white as he feeds you inch after mind numbing inch of his cock until his tipâs kissing your cervix. But you know his body well enough to know that isnât it. And so you brace yourself for him to push in to the hilt, his mushroom tip ever so slightly bullying open your cervix as he does so, making you yelp out in both pleasure and pain.
His lips swallow your whines and whimpers, heâs determined to take everything you have to offer and give you more than what he has. The world, if you asked. His free hand finds purchase on your hip and he holds you steady as he starts to roll his hips into yours, passionately. Roughly. Like heâs trying to stuff you full of all of the love he has for you.
You moan out, reaching your own free hand up to cup his cheek, your legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his back, effectively telling him you need more. With every thrust after, you canât help but gasp. You feel him in your lungs stealing every bit of breath you have, reddened leaking tip repeatedly hitting that bullseye that makes your mind go stupid.
âK-Ken, feels sâgood! Hah!â You whine out, back arching up and pressing you flush to him. He moves his hand from your hip to wrap his arm around you, effectively holding your bottom half in the air to get deeper inside of you.
âMine. My wife. My wife, my love, my beautiful, m-my heart.â Heâs babbling, burying his head into your neck and pressing hot, wet, open mouthed kisses to it. You feel him slip his hand from yours and instead, he has the top of your head in the palm of his hand, using it to keep you still, but also to anchor himself so he doesnât let you slip through his fingers.
âYouâre going to be such a beautiful mom. Whâhah, what kind of husband have I been by not trying to give you my babies? We can start now. After I cum riiiiight here.â He babbles, his other hand moving for only a second to press down where your stomach bulges with his thrusts.
And the look in his eyes tells you this is a promise, not just something heâs saying while fucking you. Just like the perfect little thing you are, you cum for him right then, dragging a long and frustrated groan from him.
âPussyâs always so good for me. Milking me so good, my loveâŚâ he shudders as you cum on his throbbing length.
âKen, fâfuhâ fuck! Cum in me! Please, baby, cum in me!â You beg, making him chuckle.
âOh? You think Iâm done? No, I have to make up for lost time. Evert second I missed, Iâll make up for with an equal amount of time spent buried in this beautiful cunt of yours. Understood?â
And oh are you so incredibly fucked.
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PAIRING: boyfriend!lando x female!reader
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GENRE: NSFW
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SUMMARY: in which lando pulls over to watch the sunset with you in his porsche; things take a turn from there.
inspired by âdiet pepsiâ by addison rae
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WORD COUNT: 1.2k
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WARNINGS: car sex, semi public sex, nasty kissing, making out, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, teeny bit of praise cause I canât help myself, cumshot. lando is soooo sweet. I think that is all! please be noted this is only semi proofread.
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AUTHORS NOTE: finally! making my formula 1 fic debut! I hope you all enjoy this. I started writing this somewhere before summer break and unfortunately just got to finishing it. lifeâŚam I right? I guess the lyrics hold true because my boy has won 2 times since then! I know this oneâs a bit short, but feedback is appreciated!
âAre you sure no one is up here?â you asked your boyfriend as you unbuckled your seatbelt.
Lando reached over slightly and gave your thigh an affirmative squeeze. âItâs fine, I was looking around.â
The two of you were on a drive in his 911 carrera and pulled off to a small spot up on a hill that overlooked the city. It was later in the evening and the sun was setting; casting an orange glow over Lando when he turned to you.
âYou look so pretty in the light. Come here.â
Lando adjusted his seat before helping you over the center console and gearshift of his vehicle.
âI donât want to break anything.â You spoke out loud with a laugh as Lando had his hand on your leg to help you.
Lando shushed you. âYouâre fine, Iâve got you.â
You were in his lap within seconds; adjusting the skirt that you were wearing slightly to get more comfortable.
âComfortable?â Lando brushed your hair off of your shoulder before planting a few kisses softly onto your skin near your collarbone.
You hummed in response, nodding before combing your fingers through his soft curly hair as his mouth made its way up to your neck.
You let a small whimper escape your lips when Landoâs teeth scraped your skin slightly.
Your hand tightened in his hair as you rocked your hips into his lap; feeling his bulge through his jeans.
âFuck.â Lando swore under his breath as his hands roamed your thighs and to the curve of your ass underneath your skirt.
âI want this off of you.â Lando glanced up at you quickly for any sign for him to stop before unbuttoning and unzipping your skirt, removing the item of clothing from your body and throwing it into the passenger seat.
You mentally thanked yourself for the outfit choice of yours.
âWow.â Lando let out a sigh, leaning to kiss you again as his hands returned to their place on your thighs, and moved up to your waist.
You were eager for him, grabbing a hold of his white button down shirt for any way to get him closer to you.
Lando shifted in the driver seat, his hands holding your hips as his jeans brushed against your cunt.
You let out a moan into his mouth, and Lando took that as an opportunity to tongue kiss you; reaching up to grab the nape of your neck with one of his hands.
Pulling away slightly with a hum, you noticed Landoâs breathing to be slightly more erratic than before.
âBaby, I need you..â Your voice faded when Lando kissed you again. You knew you didnât really have to say anything; Lando knew you like the back of his hand.
âIâve got you.â Lando mumbled, guiding you to rest your knee up onto the door panel of his porsche. âStay like this for me, ok?â
You nodded, biting down onto your bottom lip as he locked eye contact with you.
Lando quickly glanced in his rearview mirror to check if anyone was around; still nobody.
He pulled the fabric of your underwear to the side, audibly groaning at how easily his middle and ring finger slipped inside of you.
You let out a whimper, squeezing onto his bicep for some stability.
âOh my fuck, why didnât I take you home?â Lando was talking to himself, because there was no way you were going to answer him.
There was absolutely no space between the two of you, as this car was not ideal.
You could hear the squelching noise coming from underneath you, making you look down; covering your mouth to stifle your moans. There was nothing that Lando hated more than when you hid from him.
âGet that hand off of your mouth, sweetheart.â Lando spoke, slipping a third finger into your cunt; knowing youâd react.
âGood girl, gonna cum for me?â Lando asked, kissing your jaw and down towards your collarbone. âHmm?â
You were breathless, but still managed to use your words. âNo.â You paused, your voice sounding like a whimper, grabbing onto Landoâs shirt as you tried not to fall apart. âI need you to fuck me, please.â
âFuck, are you sure?â He asked, his face centimeters from yours. Lando was taken aback at your forwardness, but willing to do anything you wanted.
You hummed, nodding before kissing him. You moved your hand down between your legs; feeling the now very prominent bulge in Landoâs jeans.
He let out a deep throaty groan at the contact. âFuck.â
You tried to unbutton his jeans really fast, but with your position on his lap it wasnât working.
âI got it, I got it.â Landoâs larger and more steady hand replaced yours as he worked his pants down to leave enough room for his cock.
You let out a sigh when you felt him teasing the head of his leaking cock against your folds. âI canât believe weâre doing this here.â
âWhat?â Your voice was breathy as Lando gripped your hips to lower you down onto him. Your question was instantly replaced by a moan of his name.
âNothing.â Lando grunted before throwing his head back. âGod, how do you feel so fucking good?â
He still had a grip on your hips; hitting all of the right spots that drove you insane.
âHmm- Fuck!â You cried out. âRight there, right there.â
âShit.â Lando swore, letting go of you with one hand to have you look at him. âYouâre cumming already?â
You eagerly nodded before Lando suddenly crashed his lips with yours. The kiss is sloppy; messy.
You could feel your thighs starting to ache, and a tinge of overstimulation when Lando applied pressure to your clit with the pads of his fingers.
Gasping, you pulled away from the kiss, swearing under your breath as Lando was pulling another orgasm from you so quickly as you still fucked yourself on his cock.
âYou can give me one more, yeah?â His voice was low as his hot breath ghosted your face. âMake a fucking mess out of my car.â
In your attempts to slam down onto him harder, your rhythm faltered as you came again. Your legs were now shaking as you clenched around Landoâs cock.
The sun was almost down, making it somewhat difficult to see his reaction; but you had an inkling that he had to be close.
âLandoâŚâ Your voice was a slight whimper again, making Lando wince. âCum in me, please.â
âGod im close, im really fucking close.â Lando spoke, sucking in a shallow breath through gritted teeth.
It wasnât too long after that he finally reached his peak, nearly holding you down on his lap as he grunted expletives as he tried to be as quiet as possible.
âLandoâŚâ you winced as you already felt the mess between your legs. âStay inside of me like this.â You leaned into him, resting your head on his heaving chest.
âWe canât stay here.â You could tell Lando was smirking by the way his voice sounded. One of his hands smoothed out your hair before he kissed the top of your head. âI know youâre tired, but we canât.â
âI know.â You huffed, exaggerating a pouty attitude. âYouâre so warm.â You kissed Lando near his mouth a few times, making him scrunch his nose.
Finally you sat up, letting Lando help you off of his lap and into the passenger seat. The two of you fixed your clothing before Lando leaned over the center console to kiss you.
âOkay, take me home.â
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