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BAD THINGS | JJK (Part 1)

summary getting jealous, sending mixed signals, simping for a gorgeous geek who has no idea what effect she has on him... it's just what jungkook does best. oh, and football. he's really good at football.

pairing jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader

rating 18+ minors dni; smut, angst, fluff

genre f2l, fwb au, university au

word count 7.4k

content jk 20 | yn 20. down bad, simpy, jealous jk. he's kind of a himbo 😭. oc is a nerd but shes confident, a little slutty and a little bitchy. misunderstandings. mcs are (retired) hoes. they r both hopelessly & secretly(?) in love w each other. but one of them is just a littleee more obvious abt it... oc has dissociation as a defense mechanism baddd when she's hurt. football (soccer) jk. campus librarian yn. kth is oc's ex bf. the slightest bit of love triangle themes but like she's jk whipped cmawnn it's me 😭. cursing. kissing. short nsfw scene; dirty talk, p in v sex, almost getting caught

a/n so this is another draft dump LOLLL… i chopped off the end bc i wasn’t happy with it and decided to just turn this into a two-parter with an undetermined pt2 release date. so don’t read this if you’re not a fan of open or unresolved endings, baby!! not even the Lord himself knows when i’ll get back to her since i’ve got a lot in the works atm 😬 butttt i think this first part is seaux cute and it’s my blog so i’m posting it 💋 just like habits, here’s a sweet little treat - maybe a lil sumn sumn for you to pass some time with... <3 love you lots

now playing: bad things—mgk & camila cabello

“It smells like sex in here.”

Your roommate’s voice cuts through the quiet room, half-amused, half-accusing.

Looking up at her from under your warm covers, you respond casually, “Well, autoeroticism is a type of sex.”

Nari tilts her head, her lips pursing slightly as she processes your words. Then, closing the distance, she sits at the edge of your bed. The blanket shifts dangerously low, nearly exposing your bare chest. You bite the inside of your lip to suppress a laugh, quickly tugging it back up in time.

“Is that a nerdy way to say masturbation?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. “And did you really have to get fully naked? With the door unlocked? God, Y/nn, I’ll never get used to how comfortable you are with your sexuality.”

You giggle softly, leaning back into your pillow, lashes lowering as you gaze up at your pretty roommate. “I can teach you how to get comfortable with it if you want.”

Nari rolls her eyes, her lips curving into a sarcastic smile. She playfully smacks your thigh through the blanket, making you laugh. “I’m gay, but not gay enough to settle for a slut, sorry, baby.”

“Slut?” you echo, feigning offense with a dramatic gasp, your eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise. “It’s 2024, unnie… I don’t know if you can say that anymore.”

“Mmm,” she hums thoughtfully, her eyes sweeping over your barely-covered frame as she shakes her head. “It’s not even two o’clock, Y/nn. Like—” she cuts herself off with a chuckle and a shrug. “No, you know what? I’m not even surprised. Anyway, I came to ask if you needed anything from the supermarket. I would’ve texted, but I heard your voice through the door…” She pauses, realization dawning a beat too late. “Oh god. Those weren’t conversations. Fuck, sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, poking her lightly with your blanket-covered foot. “Wasn’t going that great anyway.” You shrug. “Strawberries, please? And some chocolate—the dippy kind.”

“Sure,” she nods, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your sweaty cheek. You try to nuzzle into her affectionately, but she laughs, pushing your face back into the pillow. “‘Not that great?’ You’re sweating like a dog,” she teases as she stands to leave. “Be back soon. Love you.”

“Love you,” you echo, waving lightly as she shuts the door.

The second you hear the front door click shut, you exhale sharply, tossing the blanket off your overheated body.

“‘Not that great?’” Jungkook’s voice breaks the silence, mock offense lacing his tone as he steps out of your closet, his cock still hard and pressing against his stomach. You reach for your bra from the floor, pretending not to notice his pout. “Not exactly the review I usually get…”

You laugh halfheartedly, clipping your bra back on and scanning the floor for your panties. Jungkook frowns, shuffling back onto the bed, his warm chest brushing against your back as he watches you tug your panties up.

“Hey…” His voice softens when he realizes you're redressing. His hand gently rests against your side, only for it to be covered by your shirt as you pull it over your head.

“Y/nn? What—what’s wrong? You don’t wanna keep going? I’m—” His words falter as you stand to pull your jeans on, facing him with a look that leaves him unsure. His throat tightens, but he tries again, “Did you— I mean, I-I’m more than happy to keep going. It didn’t bother me that she almost caught us…”

You give him an amused smile, making his heart lurch, but you say nothing. Jungkook’s mouth goes dry as he watches you fasten the button of your jeans and walk over to your desk. Still silent, you put on your glasses, picking up your phone and swiping across the screen.

Jungkook sits on the bed, completely naked, his lips pursing as he watches you text without sparing him a glance. He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already locking your phone, reaching for your jacket hanging on the back of your chair. His heart sinks as you walk toward the door without a word.

You twist the doorknob, then hum softly like you’ve forgotten something. “Could you lock the front door behind you, please?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. You tilt your head, faking confusion as you ask, “Is that going to be difficult for you…?”

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head as he leans down to grab his briefs from under the bed. “You’re a real bitch, you know that, Y/n?” His tone is sharp as he tugs the underwear on.

Leaning against the door, you nod nonchalantly, watching him stuff his hardon back into his briefs. “Mhm, I’ve heard…”

Jungkook pulls his black tee over his head, still looking incredulous. “Why are you acting like this? Did you—did you, like, actually not enjoy it?”

Your stomach tightens as you catch the insecurity flicker in his eyes, his brows knitting together slightly as he zips up his jeans. You roll your eyes at yourself for feeling bad, knowing that's exactly why you’re in this position to begin with.

“It was good, Jungkook.” You blink at him, your voice lacking the enthusiasm he’s used to. Now fully dressed, he walks over to you, his shoulders drooping slightly.

You clear your throat and open the door wider, a gesture for him to leave. Jungkook hesitates, stopping just in front of you, his hand brushing your arm gently. But you pull away, and his heart sinks further.

“I have to go—”

Jungkook cuts you off with a frustrated huff. “Y/n, if I did something you didn’t like, you need to tell me. I told you before, if I get too rough, I want to know… I'm sorr—”

“You weren’t too rough,” you laugh humorlessly, shaking your head. “I’ll text you later, okay? I really have to go—”

“Seriously?” He snaps, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Where? To Taehyung’s?”

Your head tilts as you look up at him, unimpressed. “Why do you just assume I’m going to another guy's? I could have a study group—”

“Because I know when your study groups are,” he shoots back, glancing at his phone and then at you. “And because you said we had a couple hours. It’s only been forty-five minutes.”

“Can I explain later?” you sigh, exasperated. “This is taking so lon—”

“Holy shit,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, shaking his head, jaw clenched as he brushes past you toward the front door.

He shoves his feet into his shoes angrily, staring at you as you quietly close your bedroom door and follow him. There’s a softness to your movement, a quietness that almost makes his anger dissolve. Almost.

“I’m not going to keep doing this.” His voice holds a cold finality, one that makes your eyes drop to the floor. When you finally look up, there’s a slight glassiness in your gaze, and his throat tightens. “I’m not going to let you make me feel like this anymore.”

You stay silent, your eyes flicking between his before you nod slightly and slip on your sandals. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as you open the front door. You stand there, waiting for him to walk through.

Jungkook glances at the corridor, then back at you, and his resolve immediately fucking crumbles. His lips part, ready to take it all back. Tell you he didn’t mean it. That he doesn’t care how many times you push him away, ignore his texts, put your situationship on hold while you see where things could go with another guy that could offer you what he couldn't. He’d still come back.

He’ll always come back.

But his eyes flick to your phone as it dings, a message from your ex, Taehyung, flashing across the screen. You meet his gaze briefly before you flip the phone over, hiding the notification. But it’s too late. Jungkook already saw it.

He leaves without a word.

“Dunno. Been like two days or something. Don't remember, don't care.” Jungkook’s voice is flat, casual, but tension lingers behind his words as his thumbs flick over the controller, eyes locked on the screen.

He and Jimin are sprawled out on their dorm couch, Jungkook playing FIFA while his best friend scrolls through his phone.

Jimin doesn’t even look up, fingers tapping lazily as he scrolls. “Why do you still pretend like you don’t care around me? I’m like the last person you should lie to.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, eyes focused on the screen as his player sprints down the pitch. But everything feels off, like the game’s moving slower than it should. His shot misses the goal by a mile, and his teeth clench hard. “I’m not lying.”

Jimin rolls his eyes amusedly, still swiping through his Instagram feed. “Mm, sure, Jungkookie. I believe you.”

“I’m not,” Jungkook snaps, offended, his grip tightening on the controller. He flicks back to the main menu and loads into another match after getting absolutely thrashed in the last one. “She hasn’t texted me, I haven’t texted her. Whatever. She’s probably back with her ex or something. Couldn’t care less.”

The small sniff that follows is almost imperceptible, but Jimin catches it, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “Ah.” He hums, not even bothering to look up. “You’re trying to convince yourself, not me. I get it. No worries then.”

Jungkook’s fingers freeze over the controller, jaw locking as his eyes snap to Jimin. He’s burning holes into the side of the blonde’s head, and it takes everything in him not to hurl the controller across the room. Meanwhile, Jimin, lounging comfortably on the other end of the couch, continues scrolling, completely unbothered.

Jungkook exhales harshly through his nose, turning back to the screen. His chest tightens, frustration building, making every movement feel stiff and out of place. The new match starts, but he’s not in it. The ball slides past him, and when another easy goal slips through his fingers, his teeth grit harder.

He can’t focus. Not on the game, not on anything. Because all he can think about is you. How you brushed him off like it was nothing, how you acted like he didn’t matter. And the worst part? You still haven’t texted.

Not once.

He keeps telling himself it’s fine. That he doesn’t care. But the tightening in his chest, the ache in his stomach — it all says otherwise. You both get around, and it’s no secret. Jungkook can’t even remember the last time he even cared about hearing from someone after hooking up.

But you?

You have him wrapped around your finger so tight that he hasn’t eaten properly for the past forty-eight hours, meanwhile you haven’t even sent him a single fucking text.

It’s pathetic. He's pathetic. And it’s all your fault.

Jimin’s voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts, softer but still pointed. “You know,” he starts, glancing up from his phone, “if you really didn’t care, you wouldn’t be this upset, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook sighs heavily, dropping the controller to the side without even pausing the game, dragging a hand through his messy hair in frustration. "Yeah, I know, hyung. But I don’t even know why she’s mad in the first place. Things were fine. Good, actually. Like really fucking good."

‹ ‹ ‹

“Holy fuck!”

Your gasp fills the room as you clutch the back of your thighs, holding your bent legs up while Jungkook drives his cock deeper inside you. His hips snap against yours with his athlete precision, his thick length slamming into your g-spot with each thrust, ripping strangled, throaty moans from your throat.

“Yes baby,” you whimper, your voice cracking. "So goo—uh! uhh, uhhh, my godddd!"

Jungkook’s chest heaves, his teeth dragging over his lip ring as he watches you fall apart beneath him. “I know, baby, I fucking know,” he groans, his voice rough, the sound of your wet cunt sucking him in driving him wild. “Feels so fucking good. Always take me so well, Y/nn. Such a pretty little pussy. Made for me, ah? Fuucck.”

Your nails dig into your thighs as you spread your legs wider, needing him deeper. "Yessss, uh, love your big cock, Jungkookie. M-makes me feel fucking dumb. Godddd, I love it."

He groans, his pace quickening, eyes locked on the way you tremble under him, your eyes rolled back, expression completely fucked out. His lips part to tell you how fucking pretty you look when—

The sound of your roommate’s keys jingling in the front door freezes him.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath, pulling out of you so fast it makes you wince. In a scramble, Jungkook jumps off the bed, grabbing his clothes and kicking them under the frame in a huff.

Your blanket is barely covering you when he dives toward your closet, slipping inside and shutting the door just as the front door swings open. Your heart sinks as you watch him disappear. You clear your throat, sitting up just in time for your best friend to step into the room.

› › ›

Jungkook leans back into the couch, arms crossed over his chest, scowling at nothing in particular. “See what I mean? We were good. Then, boom, she’s pissed.”

Jimin scoffs, still amused as he scrolls through his phone. “Are you fucking stupid?”

Jungkook turns to him, confusion written all over his face. “What?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, tossing his phone onto the coffee table and fixing his best friend with a deadpan stare. "You really don’t get it, do you?"

"Well, obviously fucking not, hyung. Can you stop talking in code and just tell me?”

The dim lights of the campus library flicker slightly as Jungkook pushes through the double doors, the sound of ice clinking against the sides of the drink in his hand echoing in the foyer. The space is mostly empty now, save for a few scattered students packing up their things, preparing to leave for the night.

His eyes immediately find you. You’re by the front counter, walking away from one of the tables, probably having just told the last few stragglers that the library is closing. For a moment, you don’t notice him, too absorbed in your task, your brows furrowed in concentration as you tidy up the space. But when he approaches the counter, heart lodged in his throat, your eyes finally land on him.

“Sorry, we’re closed for the n—” Your words falter as soon as you realize who’s standing before you. Jungkook, clad in a cozy hoodie, the hood pulled over his head, his big boba eyes skimming over your face. His expression softens as he blinks, shifting the drink in his hand.

“Hey,” he says quietly, placing the Dunkin’ cup on the counter in front of you before slipping his hands back into his pockets. “Can we please talk?”

Your eyes flicker from his face to the drink, lingering on the straw already placed in the cup, a chunk of the liquid missing. You wrap your fingers around the cup with an amused look, lifting it to take a sip of the caramel coffee.

Glancing at the time on the computer monitor beside you, you ignore the way him getting your order exactly right makes you feel and nod slightly. “Sure, but can it be quick? I’ve still got a bit of reshelving to do before I head off,” you hum, your gaze darting back to him.

“I’ll help?”

Jungkook’s gaze follows you as you step up onto the stool, reaching to place a book on the top shelf. He couldn’t tell you what the novel’s about, not even if you held a gun to his head. But he could tell you exactly what color panties you’re wearing, thanks to the perfect view your short skirt offers him every time you stretch up.

Baby blue, by the way.

Once the book is nestled between the others, you glance down at him, pushing your glasses back up your nose when they slip slightly. “Next one, please.”

He blinks, shaking off the haze clouding his brain, and hands you the last dusty book in his hands. His eyes trail over you, glued to the way you move as you place the book on the shelf, the scent of your coconut shampoo and vanilla-creme perfume making his head spin.

“You know, we’re almost finished, and you still haven’t done much talking,” you say lightly, your Docs clacking against the steps as you climb back down.

“You look so pretty today,” Jungkook blurts dumbly, his voice a little hoarse as he follows you down the aisle, pushing the book cart.

Your head tilts in amusement as you watch him get closer, his hood still tugged low over his hair. “Thank you, Jungkook. You look cute in your hoodie.”

“Y'still mad at me?” he asks with a cute little frown, pulling the cart to a stop before stepping around it to stand directly in front of you.

Your soft laugh hums through the quiet library as you shake your head. “Don’t think so.” You let him close the distance, his big hands ghosting over the sleeves of your sweater, sending shivers up your arms.

“Stop calling me Jungkook then,” he mutters, his lips brushing your ear as he leans down, resting his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent he’s been craving for days.

“Isn’t that your name?” you feign confusion, lifting your hands to pull his hoodie down, fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair that appear.

Jungkook nips lightly at your neck in warning, the gentle bite making you let out a soft breathy noise, and he swallows hard. “Kookie or Jungkookie,” he corrects, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses little kisses into your skin.

“Kook?” you hum, your teasing tone making his hands slide further down your waist.

“No,” he scoffs under his breath, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot on your neck without even trying. “Tae calls me that.”

A laugh slips from your lips, but he’s not laughing. He pulls you closer, his lips lingering on your skin as he mumbles, “I’m so sorry, Y/nn.”

He leans back to meet your gaze, and the intensity in his eyes makes your stomach twist. “I didn’t hide because I was embarrassed of you, I swear. I just—”

“Whoa,” you mutter, your hands pressing gently against his chest as you push him back a little. “I didn’t say that. Why are you—”

“Jimin hyung told me,” he pouts, taking a step closer as you step back. “I didn’t understand why you were mad, but he explained it to me, and—”

“You’re telling people about what happens between us?” you snap, moving around him. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I was confused and losing my mind,” he rushes out, his voice tight with frustration. “You hadn’t texted me since that day, and I was going crazy—”

“You didn’t text me either,” you shoot back, shaking your head as you grab the last three books from the cart and climb the step stool. “We’re not together, Jungkook. You don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings.” You laugh bitterly. “And anyway, you didn’t—”

“Bullshit,” Jungkook frowns, stepping closer to the stool as you shove the books onto the shelf with more force than necessary. “You were pissed at me.”

You don’t reply, your hands gripping the books tightly as you try to shove them into place, but your frustration makes them impossible to slide in properly. Jungkook keeps talking, and your hands shake as you fumble with the last book.

Then, with one final shove, the book slams into place, but your shoe slips against the edge of the stool. Before you can even begin to fall, his strong hands are around your waist, lifting you off the steps and plopping you safely on the ground.

“Y'okay?” Jungkook asks, his voice soft as he steadies you. His hands linger on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

You don’t want to admit how flustered you feel, but his hands are so warm, so soft, and you don’t pull away. You just nod gently.

Jungkook leans in, his lips brushing your neck again as he mumbles, “You're usually private about your personal life, and I didn’t want you to worry about explaining anything to Nari that you didn't want to. Would never be embarrassed of you. Could never be."

Your heart softens at his words, and you can't control your body as it melts into him, your fingers curling into the back of his hoodie. His lips drag up the soft skin of your neck until they eventually find yours, and just like that, you forget why you were ever mad at the pretty fuck-boy in the first place.

His mouth moves hungrily against yours as he pushes you gently against the shelves and your breath catches, letting him lift you by your thighs until they're wrapped around his waist, his groin pressing right between your legs.

The kiss grows a little deeper, a little wetter, and your hands thread through his hair, tugging at the scalp and humming in delight when his groan vibrates against your lips. His tongue swipes against yours, his nose nudging up that your glasses lift and a soft moan slips from your lips, your own tongue trying to lick off all the caramel he stole from your drink.

Just as your hands slip under his hoodie, your phone starts buzzing in the cart. Jungkook pulls back, breathing heavily, his lips red and a little swollen as his long arm reaches for your phone. He hands it to you, letting your legs sink to the ground as he takes a quick peek at the screen.

His tongue flicks over his lipring in annoyance when he sees the name on the display. KTH.

You glance down at the phone in your hand, completely unbothered as you decline the call. Taehyung’s name disappears from the screen, and you lean up to press a soft kiss to Jungkook’s pouty lips before turning back to pack the stool into the now-empty cart.

Jungkook adjusts his hoodie slightly as he watches you push the cart back down the isle. He follows close behind, biting his lip to keep from breaking into a big fucking grin.

“Did you guys at least use a condom?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, nudging Jungkook’s side as the two of you make your way toward the library entrance. The lights flick off one by one behind you, your voice filling the quiet space. “I didn’t sleep with him.”

Jungkook has your bag slung over his shoulder, his pleased little smile plastered across his lips as he gives you a once-over. His tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip, unable to stop himself from staring.

You just look so sweet. Wrapped up in your white knitted sweater, smooth and soft legs disappearing under the hem of your little plaid skirt, hair falling imperfectly perfect over your shoulders. And those glasses. Those pretty fucking glasses perched on your pretty fucking nose. He doesn’t know why, but the sight of them makes his cock throb in his joggers. You just... do that to him.

Finally, you both reach the double doors. Jungkook pulls the keys from your bag, dropping them into your palm as he steps a little closer. The air between you stills for a moment, neither of you saying anything as he watches you carefully. His brow furrows slightly, his heart skipping a beat as you fidget with the keys in your hand, blinking up at him through those pretty eyes. He wonders what’s running through that brilliant mind of yours.

“I’m sorry, Kookie,” you say softly, your voice breaking the silence.

Jungkook frowns, shaking his head as he takes another step closer, the concern in his eyes clear. “Why?”

“You told me you wouldn’t let me ‘continue to make you feel this way,’ and I just—”

“No, Y/nn, I didn’t mean—”

“No, Jungkookie.” Your voice is firmer this time as you look up at him, your expression more serious. “You have every right to establish boundaries. If I make you feel confused or frustrated, you don’t have to put up with that.”

“I’d let you, like, spit on me and tell me I’m stupid, Y/nn,” he shrugs, flashing you a pretty grin. “Well, I am stupid, but still, I’d let you—”

“You are not stupid.” Your eyebrows pull together as you cross your arms, voice sharp with protectiveness. “Did someone call you stupid?”

Jungkook bites his lip, fighting to keep the smile off his face. “No, I’m just saying you could if you wanted to.”

“You’re such an idiot,” you huff, your arms falling to your sides as the keys jingle in your hand.

“Hey… you just—”

“Ah,” you murmur, giggling softly as you step closer, slipping your arms around his waist. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. You’re the smartest boy,” you coo, tiptoeing up to press soft kisses under his jaw.

Jungkook’s lips purse as he bites back a smile, his heart swelling at your touch. He tilts his head down, his eyes locking onto your cute little pout, and with no resistance left in him, he lets his grin break free as he leans down to capture your lips with his.

A light groan escapes from his throat as your arms tighten around his waist, your soft, warm body pressing against his like it’s exactly where you belong. His hands slip up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers gently threading through your hair as his lips part against yours. His tongue slips through, finding yours effortlessly as the kiss deepens, his world melting away until it’s just you. Just the way it should be.

Until the weirdest thing happens.

It's almost as if the one person Jungkook least wanted to see on the entire planet had suddenly—

“Y/nn?”

Taehyung’s voice shatters the moment, and you immediately break away, furrowing your brows in confusion as you turn toward the sound. You’re still snug against Jungkook’s chest, his arms reluctant to let you go, tightening a little when he realizes who it is.

“Tae?” you blink, your hands dropping to Jungkook’s forearms, gently prying them loose as you glance up at him. His jaw is set tight and you wipe a bit of your lip gloss from the corner of his mouth. “One sec, Kookie. Lemme just—”

“Y/n…” Taehyung’s knock on the glass comes again, this time a little more impatient, and Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“I’m coming,” you call out, slipping from Jungkook’s grasp and flicking the latch on the library door. The cold night air rushes in as Taehyung steps inside, a warm smile instantly spreading across his face as he spots you.

“Hey,” he greets, moving closer and wrapping his arms around you in a quick hug. You reciprocate, giving him a light pat on the back, but his hands slide down to rest around your waist, lingering in a way that makes Jungkook’s tongue poke the inside of his cheek.

Jungkook shifts his weight from one foot to the other, your bag slipping slightly down his arm as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, his narrowed gaze fixed on the back of Taehyung’s head.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, stepping back from Taehyung’s hold, your brows knitting as you look up at him.

Taehyung sighs, letting his hands fall to his sides. “You weren’t answering my calls or texts for the past three days. I even went to your dorm and asked Nari what you were up to, but she told me you died and to go away, so… I’ve been trying all the places I thought you’d be.”

Jungkook’s brows shoot up, disbelief flickering across his face. The sheer guts it took for Taehyung to admit all that in front of him? And the fact that he was doing all that in the first place? He thought he was your biggest simp, but shit.

Then, as the words settle, a wave of relief washes over him. You haven’t talked to Taehyung in three days. So, you really weren’t texting him that night.

His heart soars.

You offer Taehyung a small smile. “I’ve just been really busy, sorry, Tae.”

Taehyung chuckles, shrugging lightly. “Yeah, seems like it…” His eyes flicker over to Jungkook, lingering on the bag hanging from his arm for just a second before he nods in acknowledgment. “Hey, Kook.”

The striker forces a tight-lipped smile, returning the goalie's nod. “Hey, Tae.”

The tension in the air is thick, making you clear your throat awkwardly. Being stuck in an empty room with the both of them? Fucking nightmare fuel.

You knew getting involved with two guys from the same sports team and friend group was a disaster waiting to happen. But in your defense, it wasn’t exactly the plan...

You’d already been hooking up with Jungkook casually for a while before Taehyung even entered the picture. In fact, the last time you had slept with Jungkook was right before a match that Taehyung had invited you to watch. You’d been texting with him for a while, and the plan was to go out to dinner after the game. Jungkook had never invited you to a game…

Anyway, not exactly your proudest moment.

It's just that when Jungkook had gotten all pouty and sad after you told him you wanted to see where things with Taehyung could go, and there were twenty minutes left before the game started…

It was a parting gift, okay?

Taehyung had been a great boyfriend, truly. Caring, funny, easy on the eyes — things had been going well. You weren’t even sure why you ended it after five months.

Maybe it had something to do with the way your stomach would twist every time you were out with the group, and Taehyung wasn’t the one making you laugh the hardest that night.

Maybe it had something to do with the way you’d sit in the bleachers, watching their games, but your eyes would somehow always drift to Jersey #1 instead of Jersey #30.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that a twenty-minute quickie with #1 had been more intense, more mind-numbing than anything you experienced during five months with #30.

But those were just theories, of course.

“Have you eaten?”

Taehyung’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and you blink, refocusing on him. “Hmm? Uh, no. But I was going to—”

“Hanjie’s is open late. Did you wanna grab something for dinner?” he suggests, his tone hopeful as he looks over at Jungkook and adds, “You down, Kook?”

Your brows furrow instantly at the worst idea you’ve ever heard. As your lips part to impolitely decline the invitation, Jungkook responds faster than you can.

“Yeah, I could eat.”

Your eyes snap to Jungkook, wide with horror. He’s holding Taehyung’s gaze, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips as he adjusts your bag on his shoulder. He glances at you, his head tilting slightly like he’s enjoying this far too much.

You narrow your eyes at him, disbelief written all over your face, before turning back to Taehyung. You’re about to put an end to this terrible plan, but Taehyung chimes in again, all smiles and casual energy. “Cool, let’s go.”

He pushes the door open, holding it for the two of you, looking back at you expectantly.

Your fists clench at your sides, and you stay rooted to the spot, but then Jungkook’s warm hand presses gently against the small of your back. “C’mon, know you’re hungry,” he murmurs, leaning down so only you can hear. “I’ll pay.”

You roll your eyes, but reluctantly step forward, letting him guide you into the cold night air. Taehyung happily lets the door swing shut behind you both, glancing back as Jungkook locks the double doors behind him with the keys you hadn’t even realized he’d slipped from your hands. He drops them back into your bag, pulling his hood back up over his head before stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.

You fall into step between the two football players, walking silently down the cold campus path toward Hanjie’s Sikdang. You hug your arms tighter across your chest, sending up a silent prayer that one of the street lamps overhead would give way and fall right on top of you.

You trail behind Taehyung and Jungkook, who are already making their way to a booth. They slide into opposite sides, both of them leaving an open space beside them, clearly expecting you to take a seat.

Your jaw clenches as you glance between the two options, your eyes drifting to a stool at the edge of the room. It's tempting, but dragging it all the way over to sit at the end of the table would make you look like a fucking freak, and so, with a resigned sigh, you walk toward the left side of the booth.

Jungkook bites back a smirk as you slide in next to him, promptly grabbing your bag to plop it on the other side of the seat, removing the barrier between you. His knee bumps yours under the table, and though you roll your eyes, you pick up your phone, pretending to check your notifications to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

Menus are passed around, and the three of you glance over them briefly. Taehyung orders a steak sandwich, while you and Jungkook opt for cheeseburgers and he gets fries for the table.

As the pretty waitress walks away, you steal a quick glance at Jungkook, curious if he noticed the way she blatantly flirted with him. But, to your surprise, he seems completely unfazed, swirling his straw in his drink with casual indifference. Hm. He definitely noticed.

Taehyung, ever the easygoing type, tries to break the silence by bringing up a lighthearted memory. From when the two of you were fucking dating.

"Y/nn always used to order iced tea on our dates," he chuckles, glancing at the drink both you and Jungkook just ordered. "Guess some things never change, huh?"

Your eyes flicker toward Jungkook, who already knows how much you love iced tea. He’s watched you order it countless times on group nights out, and sometimes, he’s even ordered it for you when you were running late or in the bathroom when the waiter came by. His lips pull into a tight smile as he takes a sip from his glass, clearly trying not to react to the comment.

"Yeah," Jungkook says, his voice casual but carrying a subtle edge. "I know."

The conversation drifts from small talk to more neutral topics, and soon the food arrives. You try to focus on your cheeseburger, nodding along as Taehyung chats about practice and classes, chiming in here and there. But somehow, the conversation keeps veering back to your shared past with him.

"Remember when you used to bring me snacks to practice? Gummies and pocky sticks?" Taehyung teases with a grin, leaning back in his seat as he takes a bite of his steak sandwich. "You were so good at taking care of me back then."

You laugh lightly, brushing it off with a nonchalant shrug. It's an old chapter of your life, one that no longer holds any weight. But beside you, Jungkook’s energy shifts. His body grows tense, his thigh pressing harder against yours as his grip on his burger tightens.

You glance over at him, your brows furrowing slightly. He’s clearly frustrated, and you just blink slowly. You didn’t care about Taehyung’s comments. Why should he?

"Yeah," Jungkook mutters, his voice low as he shoots Taehyung a tight smile. "I’m sure Y/nn’s still great at taking care of people."

There’s a sharpness to his words, a barely-veiled implication that makes you chew slower on your bite of the burger. You glance down at your plate, shaking your head subtly as discomfort creeps up on you. Taehyung, oblivious or unbothered to the underlying tension, laughs at Jungkook’s comment and nods along.

"Yeah, I’m sure she is," he agrees, his tone light and carefree.

You force a smile, but the entire situation feels like a cruel joke. You glance at the door, reconsidering your poor life choices. A free cheeseburger is definitely not worth the month’s supply of testosterone you’ve just inhaled in the past fifteen minutes.

"I'm tired," you say after another minute, setting down your half-eaten burger. Both boys glance up at you, Taehyung is the first to respond.

"Long day?" he asks softly, biting into a few fries.

You nod, reaching for a napkin to wipe the grease from your fingers. Jungkook’s gaze is heavy on the side of your face, and when you look up, you see him finish chewing before giving you a nod.

"Okay, let's go," he says, waiting for you to slide out of the booth.

You shake your head, gesturing toward the food still left on both their plates. “Finish eating, I’ll wait until you guys are done.”

Jungkook’s lips part, probably to insist, but Taehyung beats him to it. "I'm pretty much done... I can walk you back to your dorm if you want? It's getting dark out."

Your head turns to Taehyung, blinking at his unfairly gorgeous face before you smile appreciatively. "That's okay, Tae. It’s not far, I’ll be fine."

Jungkook looks down at his plate, his jaw working as his tongue runs along the inside of his cheek. Without a word, he picks up the last bite of his burger, shoves it into his mouth, and quickly chugs the rest of his iced tea. He swallows, then pats your thigh with finality. "C’mon, let’s go."

You glance up at him, noting the firm set of his expression as you grab your phone from the table. Jungkook reaches for your bag, sliding it off the booth as you both prepare to leave. Taehyung hums in surprise, stuffing a few more fries into his mouth before sliding out of the booth with a smile.

"Hey, no, if you’re still hungry, eat," you frown lightly, tilting your head at Taehyung. "We’ll wait."

Beside you, Jungkook’s hand tightens around your waist in protest, and you give him a pointed nudge in the ribs with your elbow. He exhales sharply through his nose, clearly annoyed but relenting.

Taehyung laughs through his mouthful, shaking his head before swallowing. "Nah, all good. I’m full now, let’s head out."

Jungkook’s hand slips from your waist momentarily as he tosses a few notes down for the bill and a tip before placing his arm back around you. Taehyung follows suit, placing his cut on top of Jungkook’s and tucking his wallet back into his pocket. He falls back into step with the two of you, still smiling as you guys leave the diner.

The walk back to the female dormitories isn’t long, the three of you strolling along the stony path under the soft glow of the streetlights.

Things are okay now, your stomach satiated and the fact that you're going to be tucked up in your bed soon easing your mind. Taehyung walks to your right, Jungkook to your left, the latter quiet, the former chatty. As the temperature drops even further, you can’t help the slight shiver that runs down your spine.

Taehyung notices immediately and stops his ramble. “Here,” he says, starting to shrug off his jacket, his voice as warm as ever. “You’re freezing. Take this.”

Normally, you would’ve accepted it without a second thought because 1. it's a cute boy offering you his jacket, and 2. why would you want to freeze to death?

But when you feel Jungkook tense slightly beside you, you pause. Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you gently rub your hand over Taehyung’s shoulder in thanks, offering him a small smile as you decline. “I’m fine, Tae, thanks though.”

As you glance over at Jungkook, you catch his eyes, narrowing yours as they shift up and down his hoodie. If he doesn’t want you to have Taehyung’s jacket so bad, he can offer you his own.

He holds your gaze, his lips quirking up in amusement as his tongue darts out to swipe over his lip. His hands easily drop to the hem of his hoodie, lifting it slightly to reveal his bare stomach with no shirt underneath.

You can barely suppress the laugh bubbling in your throat at the sight of his cute tummy after eating, but you keep your expression serious, raising a brow as if to say, Okay, and? Give it.

Jungkook tilts his head at you, his lips curving upwards, a breathy laugh escaping as he bites down on his lip ring. With a resigned shake of his head, he stops walking, both hands going to the hem of his hoodie as he starts pulling it off.

A snicker bursts out of you, and before he can expose himself any further, your hands fly out to stop him, tugging his hoodie back down. “Shameless,” you mutter, shaking your head, still laughing softly as you grab his arm and drag him along.

You fall back into step with Taehyung, who glanced back curiously at the two of you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he shrugged his jacket back on. When you finally reach the steps of your dorm block, you climb up the first one, turning back to face them.

“Thanks for walking me home. Sorry I was a bummer at dinner.” You give a small, apologetic smile, your hands clutching the strap of your purse. “It was good, I’m just tired.”

Jungkook blinks, his eyes raking over you, hands shoved deep into his pants pockets as he remains quiet. Meanwhile, Taehyung shakes his head, his voice gentle. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Love spending time with you, no matter how you’re feeling.”

Your heart tugs at his words, the familiar pang of guilt settling in your chest. You feel bad for ignoring his texts, but even worse because, as sweet as his words are, you wish they were coming from Jungkook instead.

God, you fucking suck.

“Thank you, Taehyungie.” You offer him a soft smile, setting your bag down on the step before stepping forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

He steps closer, his hands curling gently around your sides as he pulls you into a warm hug. His body relaxes slightly in your embrace, the sound of the nickname you'd always call him when you were together turning his limbs to jelly. Your hands rub gently across his back before you give him a light squeeze.

As you pull back, your eyes meet Jungkook’s. His expression is hard to read — his gaze on you, but not quite meeting yours. Taehyung’s hands reluctantly fall away from your waist, and he quickly wipes the disappointment from his face, replacing it with his signature bear-y grin.

You shift in your stance as Taehyung steps back, his eyes wandering around the dark, empty courtyard. A soft sigh lodges in your chest as the quiet stretches on, Jungkook continuing to stand there, his eyes still resting on you. Unmoving, silent.

After a long minute, Taehyung breaks the silence, his voice light but tinged with curiosity. “Ready to go, Kook?”

He glances at Jungkook, clearly surprised by his stillness, as if he expected him to have said goodbye to you properly by now — maybe with a hug or at least some words.

That makes two of you.

a/n ermm i know that dorms def do nott have seperate bedrooms at uni... 😭 i realized once i was on my final re-read and i was nawtt going back to re-edit it all 👄 so let's use our big imaginations for this one!! lemme know what u think? love youu <3

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[rumisgf]

❝ YOUR BEST EATER ! ❞ ╰┈➤ AOT EDITION

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: rating how well aot men would eat you out ! (this is canon because i said so)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ includes: eren yeager, onyankopon, connie springer, jean kirstein, armin arlert

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: smut of course, crack, cursing, oral f!receiving, mentions of squirting, cum play if you squint, black!reader

EREN YEAGER - 7/10

✮ now i know y’all remember that one ao3 fic with the tongue piercing that went viral…

✮ yeah that was propaganda

✮ now listen listen— i’ll give him his flowers and he is good in bed

✮ but giving head isn’t his specialty

✮ BUTTTTT when he does eat you out, he makes you cum every time

✮ he spits on it :)

✮ in general his speciality? good dick

✮ he’ll eat you before he fucks you, but he can’t last too long cause the sight of you dripping has him rock hard

✮ one time you squirted while he gave you head and he swears he almost came in his pants

“so fuckin’ wet…”

“m-mm~!”

“jus’ a lil longer baby… need you nice and ready for my dick..”

ARMIN ARLERT - 8/10

✮ now him? head is definitely his forte

✮ there’s times he won’t even fuck you he just wants to taste you

✮ he whines.

✮ the vibrations of him moaning on your clit definitely sends chills down your spine

✮ and please, sit on his face

✮ he genuinely gets so pussy drunk and he stopped caring

✮ he just needs to taste you

✮ the feeling of you dripping on his face is addictive to him

✮ he just loves when you’re on top— whether it’s on his dick or his face

“please baby…need to taste you..”

“mhm? lay down for me then.”

JEAN KIRSTEIN - 6/10

✮ don’t shoot me i’m just the messenger

✮ i just feel like he would be too… rough… at first

✮ he generally likes rough sex so it’s just natural instinct to him

✮ butttt, when he does get the hang of it, it does feel good

✮ he just needed some practice

✮ he is good listener, i’ll give props for that

✮ the head is never terrible but he just can’t help but to wanna torment you a little it’s his favorite hobby

✮ he bit your clit once though. you had to smack him for that.

✮ he makes up for it though because the D is FIREEEE🔥🔥🔥!

“o-ow…jean wait..”

“sorry baby, got a little carried away…tell me how you want it, yeah?”

CONNIE SPRINGER - ♾️/10

✮ HE’S AN EATER!!!!

✮ he might as well tattoo ‘proud munch’ on his lip atp

✮ this man has skills that you have never seen before and he will have you whipped from how much you cream and squirt every time he goes down on you

✮ he’s so mean too… but in the best way possible

✮ you have an attitude? he’s eating it. you stressed? he’s eating it. you look good? he’s eating it.

✮ he doesn’t even have to spit on it with how wet you get

✮ he’ll eat it with your legs bent to your ears, from the side, from the back, on his knees, have you sit on his face, all that.

✮ he eats it before he puts it in by the way.

✮ and after. he’s nasty.

“ohmy- fuckkk~”

“i know baby, stay still… i’m not done witchu..”

ONYANKOPON - 9/10

✮ he just likes making you feel good

✮ he takes foreplay very seriously, so he likes taking his time with you

✮ he’ll definitely overstimulate you though, he thinks it’s fun

✮ he likes when you squirm it only turns him on more

✮ in contrary, he’s very sweet with it and does it to make you feel his love

✮ definitely big on body worship

✮ he’ll start off slow and massage your thighs while he tastes you

✮ his favorite thing is licking you clean after he already made you cum on his dick or with his fingers

“mmm~.. baby..”

“so pretty like this..just keep moaning f’ me..”

© rumisgf

[bloodibambiidoll]

congrats on 1.6k my angel face ilysm hehe 😘😘

🐇 - “Why don’t you make me?” reader says to steve after being a brat all day…. desperately need stevie to come bully our pussy 🤭

Heheh tysm bb I love uuu🥺🖤 so uhhh.. I know you said mean Steve but soft Steve kind of ended up taking the wheel on this one I hope that’s okay, also it ended up being 2.1k😅

This is for my 1.6k celebration✨

Warnings: A lil bit of jealous Steve, fingering, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, besties to lovers, fluff fluff fluff. 18+MNDI!!

“That was so fucking lame.” You sigh as you flop down on Steve’s couch, throwing your head back against the cushions. You feel defeated after yet another unfulfilling hook up. At least for you. Whatever his name was seemed to be having a great time.

“I don’t know why you keep going out with these guys, these losers are never going to make you cum.” Steve scoffs, he’s honestly so over you coming over here after your shitty dates. He’s pretty sure this is how Robin probably felt when he was in the height of his serial dating career. Except she isn’t in love with him. Having to listen to you describe what these guys do, or in most cases, don’t do to you when he wants to be the only one that gets to touch you like that drives him insane.

“Why don’t you make me cum then, Steve?” Steve is almost positive he’s dreaming. There’s no way you just said that. As if you read his mind.

“What did you just say?” His head whips toward you, his eyes are wide and his mouth is agape.

“I think you heard me, Steve…” You cross your legs and Steve swears he sees them squeeze together just a little extra and you’re giving him this look you’ve never given him before. “Why don’t you… make me cum?”

“I -“ He rises from his spot on the other side of the couch to stand in front of you, he rests his hands on the back cushion on either side of your head and leans down so his face is mere inches away from yours. You can smell his minty gum and the way he’s looking at you makes your thighs clench together even tighter. “I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me to do…”

“If I’m not mistaken, I just asked you to make me cum. But if you don’t want to or if it’s weird like seriously it’s okay! Like maybe I shouldn’t have even -“ You’re cut off when one of Steve’s hands grabs onto your face as he leans down to smash your lips together. You let out a surprised gasp against his lips before putting your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He slips his tongue in your mouth and tangles it together with yours, not even caring that his body is bent at an awkward angle standing over you because god, he’s finally kissing you. When you try to pull him even closer he pulls away and before you can even protest he’s sitting on the couch next to you and pulling you into his lap so you’re straddling him.

“Are you sure about this? Because once I get a taste of you I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back.” Steve grabs onto your face again, his large fingertips splayed across the back of your neck while the pad of his thumb comes to run across your bottom lip, smearing the mixture of your spit like lipgloss.

“I’m sure Stevie, please.” Your lips form into a pout as you look up at him through your lashes and god Steve is going to fucking ruin you.

“Alright baby, I’ve got you.” He kisses you again, wasting no time slipping his tongue past your lips. One of his hands it’s still gripping onto your face while the other travels down to squeeze your tit. He gives the other one some attention before slipping between your thighs. He cups your lace covered pussy under your skirt, adding pressure against your clit with his palm. Steve starts to move his hand in circles as he continues to kiss you like he will die if he doesn’t, his other hand comes down to grip onto your ass through your skirt, encouraging you to grind against him.

“Mmm, that feels good Steve.” You pull away from him to catch your breath, a string of saliva still connecting both of your lips. The prettiest little moans and gasps are leaving you but it’s not enough, Steve wants more, Steve wants you screaming for him.

“Yeah baby? How about this?” He pushes your panties to the side, gathering your wetness on the tips of his fingers before slipping one into your slit. He curves it upwards as his thumb applies pressure to your clit.

“Oh god. Yeah, yeah that’s so good.” Steve smirks at you while the pace of his finger picks up and then he’s sliding a second one in and his digits are just so thick and he’s hitting your sweet spot with each thrust of them. You’re so wet his thumb is gliding along your clit with ease and he rotates between soft strokes and adding harder pressure against it. “Fuck, Steve, fuck I think I’m gonna - I think I’m gonna cum.

“Mhm, I can feel your fingers clenching around me baby, give it to me.” He lowers his face into the crook of your neck so he can place open mouthed kisses against it and glides his tongue along the expanse of your throat before sinking his teeth into your skin.

“Ohmyfuckinggod! I’m cumming, yeah I’m fucking - I’m cumming.” Your eyes roll back and your pussy is practically sucking Steve’s fingers in as your walls convulse around them.

“Yeah that’s it, good girl, so good for me.” He fucks you through it, not stopping until he feels you go limp on top of him, your head resting on his shoulder as you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck Stevie, thank you, wow.” You let out a breathy chuckle and go to move off of him but he grips onto your hips, holding you in place.

“You didn’t think I was just going to make you cum once, did you?” He chuckles, gently pulling your head back to make you look at him.

“I mean - you really don’t have to -“ Steve puts a finger on your lips as he shushes you.

“Stop overthinking and lay down.” You oblige him, laying your back against the plush couch cushions.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” He leans down to kiss your neck, down your collar bones, he places kisses at the top of your cleavage before grabbing onto the bottom of your shirt. “Let me see you.”

You sit up so he can pull your shirt over your head and he skillfully snakes his hand behind your back to undo your bra. He wastes no time gripping onto your tits so he can knead them in his large palms. Steve circles his tongue around one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh fuck.” You moan as your fingers find purchase in his thick locks, just like you’ve dreamed about a thousand times before. Steve kisses down your stomach before looking up at you while his finger plays with the hem of your skirt, asking without words. “Yes, please take it off.”

He pulls your skirt and your panties down your legs and groans at the sight of your slick folds. He grips onto your thighs, kissing and nipping the soft skin there.

“So wet for me, bet none of those douchebags ever had you this wet. Your pussy’s so pretty, baby.” Baby, he’s never called you that before today and you seriously never want him to stop now. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

He leans down and licks a stripe all the way up your slit before circling your clit with his tongue. He sucks it into his mouth as he shakes his head from side to side, moaning at the taste of you.

“Oh my god, Steve! Fuck!” Your fingers find his hair again while you throw your head back.

His tongue slides down between your lips, running the flat of it up and down your dripping slit before shoving it inside you. He curls and swirls his tongue inside you, practically massaging your walls. His lips come up to latch around your clit again, sucking harder than before while he inserts two fingers inside you with ease. He pumps them in and out of you at a quick pace as his lips and tongue practically devour your clit.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum again, gonna cum Steve, oh god.” Your thighs clamp around his head as your back raises off the bed, pornographic moans falling from your lips. When he’s sure you’ve come down from your high Steve pulls his body up so it’s covering yours and kisses you passionately. The taste of yourself on his tongue has you desperate for him all over again.

“That was so hot, you’re so sexy. Been wanting to do that for so long.” Steve mumbles against your lips as he rolls his hips against you.

“Yeah? Me too. Shit Steve, can I make you cum too? Will you fuck me?” Your hips grind up into his, causing him to groan.

“You sure? Because if I fuck you I don’t know if I can just forget it happened afterwards…” Steve blinks rapidly, offering you a borderline nervous smile.

“I don’t want to forget, I want you, Steve, I’ve always wanted you.” You grab onto his face and gently caress his cheeks, admiring how beautiful he is this close. His nose is so perfect, you can see each and every freckle, and those green flecks in his eyes are more prominent than they’ve ever been as the lamp shining behind you practically illuminates him like an angel.

“Fuck, I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that. I love you, you know?” Steve chuckles and you feel his face warm under your palms as you watch his cheeks dust pink.

“I love you too Stevie, so fucking much.” You giggle and all Steve can think about is how fucking beautiful you look completely bare under him, your skin flushed from the pleasure he had given you minutes ago, your hair all tosseld, lips kiss swollen, looking up at him like he hung the stars.

“Yeah? Well, now that we’ve established that, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” He smirks down at you before pushing himself up on his knees so he can make quick work of his belt, pulling his shirt over his head afterwards. When his cock springs free you actually gasp at the sight of it.

“Holy shit.” Your jaw drops and you look up at him with wide eyes. “I knew you dick was huge from the outline of it in your slutty little jeans but fuck Steve, where the fuck is that gonna fit?.”

“I think you can take it.” He pumps himself a few times before running his tip through your folds, gathering your wetness so he can rub it along his cock. He bumps it against your clit a few times and it has your squirming underneath him.

“Don’t tease, Stevie.” You whine, pouting up at him, and Steve can’t take it anymore, he slams into you, your wetness having him practically sliding in despite the thickness of his cock. He pushes his hips flush against yours and he is so deep inside you and he’s stretching you out so perfectly. “Oh fucking shit, fuck, please move.”

“It’s okay Angel, I’ve got you.” He laces his fingers through yours as he leans down to kiss you, his hips picking up speed as his cock starts to thrust deep and hard inside you. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Faster, please, faster.” He picks up speed, his hips smack against yours so hard the claps echo through the room. He lets go of one of your hands so he can rub circles on your sensitive clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, so good, your pussy is so good, you’re such a good girl for me. Wanna make you cum again.” Steve angles his hips so his cock is brushing against your g-spot just right as he continues to rub your clit in time with the pumps of his cock into your soaking slit.

“Want you to cum too, I want you to fill me up until it’s so deep inside of me it’s leaking out for days.” You push your hips up to meet his thrusts and it only takes a few more rough strokes to have your pussy fluttering around him. “Fuck fuck fuck, yeah, that’s so good, I love you, I love you.”

“Oh god, shit, I love you too. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Steve groans as his cock twitches inside of you, ropes of his cum painting your walls. When he comes down he drops his body weight on you, burying his face in your neck.

“Damn. I don’t know why we didn’t do that sooner but I’m really fucking glad we did.” You chuckle, running your fingers along his muscular back and shoulders.

“God, me too. I fucking love you.” He pushes himself up on his hands so he can look at you with that signature goofy smile, resting his forehead against your own.

“I really fucking love you too, Steve Harrington.”

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ｍｙ ｔｙｐｅ♡

♡ Pairing: friend!yeosang! x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: While getting ready for a night out with your friends, you get to see a different side of the sweetheart that is Yeosang.

♡ Genre: oh honey, straight up smut

♡ Word Count: 1.9k-ish

♡ Warnings: posessive yeosang, fingering, face fucking (m recieving), rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex (as always, ya'll know better), pet names (slut/good girl/bad girl/etc), hair pulling, manhandling, marking, yeosang has a filthy filthy mouth, masturbation, a lil bit of coochie slapping if you squint.

♡ A/N: My dear darling @anyamaris needed some Yeosang filth in her life and hopefully this delivers for the Yeosang biased babes out there.

 “Can I have a little help in here?” you shout over your shoulder, eyes locked on the full length mirror reflecting your battle with this dress. A part of you regrets having ordered it. It’s skin tight and much shorter than you expected. The only way to make it fit seamlessly has been to swap your normal panties for the tiny black thong you hardly ever wear.

Putting on a bra’s completely out of the question. Every single one you put on makes the fit of the dress awkward. Whatever. You already agreed to go out with your roommates. It’s too late to turn back now. You’ll make it through the night. If only you could get this zipper to work.

“Someone call for help?” Yeosang asks, popping into your doorway with the sweetest smile. You let out a sigh of exhaustion and relief. “Oh thank god. I’m fighting for my life with this zipper.” “No worries. I’ve got you.” You should’ve known Yeosang would be the one to come to the rescue.

He doesn’t even live here like Yunho, Woo, and Mingi do yet he manages to do more in the way of assisting around this place than the three of them combined. Yeosang comes up behind you, pinching the base of your zipper with one hand and whipping the slider up with the other. “There. All done” he says, stepping back to bask in the glory of having saved your life.

“Kang Yeosang, you’re an angel!” you squeak, hands smoothing the dress along your curves. Yeosang nibbles at his bottom lip, following every arch and dip your fingers ride along. “Mmm, sometimes” he shrugs, his gaze lingering on you a few seconds longer before he snaps himself out of it. You scan his body in the mirror, taking notice of that gloriously muscular frame and the rosy glow on those perky cheeks of his.

Is he flirting with me? From day one you’d wondered if there was some sort of tension between the two of you. After a while though, you wrote it off as being all in your head. Yeosang’s the same kind, soft-spoken man with everyone. Any time you thought he was giving you special attention that was simply him being himself. Right?

Something in you says this is the time to find out once and for all. You narrow your eyes at him, lips curved into a shy smile, “And what do you mean by that?” “Nothing” he shrugs, “Just that, you know, there’s two sides to everyone.” “Oh really? And when do I get to meet this ‘other side’ of you?” He comes up behind you again, only this time his hand’s against the small of your back simply to elicit those shivers currently traveling up your spine.

“Whenever you want. You just have to say the word.” You lean back into his hand, poking your ass out the slightest bit to gauge his interest. When his hand slips down, taking a handful of your ass, the question you’ve had for months is immediately answered. “What’s the word?” “Yes” he whispers, the innocence dropping from his voice. You’ve never seen Yeosang look at you this way before and you never want him to look at you any other way again. “I..uh…yeah” you stutter, “Yes.”

Silence hangs in the air for what seems like an eternity before he’s taking a leisurely stroll over to your door, locking it. With his back still turned to you, he pulls the silver rings from his fingers, tossing them onto the bed. “Y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” You turn to face each other and the clashing of your bodies is cataclysmic. Galaxies are created and destroyed by this type of collision. Yeosang’s pillowy lips capture yours, his tongue sweeping yours into a dance of pure chaos.

Immediately, you’re tearing at each other’s clothes. The zipper on your dress puts up no resistance now, coming undone at the lightest tug. Pinning you against the wall, he kisses his way down your chest, leaving a trail of almost heart-shaped red marks behind. “Yeosang…ah…” you moan, grabbing his hair as he tears your dress down. Your breasts spring out, one into a strong hand that immediately starts kneading it, the other into his mouth where his eager tongue swirls around your nipple.

“Hmm?” he hums against the plump flesh, his knee pushing between your legs to rub against your heat. The friction of his pants teasing your pussy through the barely there material of your thong has you choking on the most desperate moans. You rock your hips forward, grinding your clit along his thigh. “Fuck…mmph” you mewl, fingers trembling in his hair. Yeosang grabs your ass, bringing his leg flush against your core. With one last lap of your bud, his lips skim the surface of your skin until you’re eye to eye again.

“Such a needy little slut. So desperate for some friction” he teases, nibbling at your bottom lip, “You want my cock that badly? Hmm?” “Mmhmm” you manage, hips stuttering at the overwhelming pleasure of such a simple motion. Yeosang steps back and you fall to your knees, your legs much too weak for you to hold yourself up. He grabs you by your hair, tilting your head back to stare into those deep, starry eyes of yours.

You’ve always been his favorite thing to look at but fuck was there something special about having you on your knees like this, your chin resting against his arousal. Without taking your eyes off of his you undo his pants and his cock pops out of his boxers, brushing against your lips. It’s much bigger than you expected, the anticipation of it stretching your tight cunt getting you even wetter. Yeosang taps the head of his cock on your lips, precum coating them like a gloss.

You part your lips and he’s thrusting into your mouth, groaning as your spit soaks his length. “I want you to play with that sweet little pussy while I fuck your throat, okay?” he coos, slowly pressing deeper into your throat. You gag the deeper he goes. Music to his ears. Blindly, you run your fingers down your stomach, the same way you have so many nights alone in bed, and dip two of them between your folds.

Yeosang feels you moan around his cock and can’t wait any longer to fuck into you. He pumps in and out in short strokes, never giving you a break from the strain on your throat. The ridges on the roof of your mouth and the grooves on your tongue drag noises out of this man that he didn’t even know he could make. Spreading your thighs as far apart as you can, you guide your fingers into your core, you wrist bumping against your clit each time you curl your fingers against your weeping walls.

With your lipstick smeared, teary eyes smudging your mascara, you look an absolute wreck. And what a pretty little wreck you are. Drool drips down your chin, glistening on your tits. Yeosang wishes it were his cum, thick white pearls decorating your chest, but he has to save it for your pussy. Pulling your head back just enough that his cock still rests on the tip of your tongue, he kisses you on the forehead. “On the bed” he orders, “And keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop.” Yeosang steps to the side, having far too much fun watching you stagger over to the bed. You’re like a new born giraffe, not a stable muscle in your body, but you make it.

Falling onto your back, you close your eyes and continue to explore your depths. He approaches the edge of the bed, parting your legs so wide that every velvety detail of your cunt is on display for him. He presses his thumb against your clit, making small circles as your slit gobbles down your fingers. “Oh, fuck!” you moan, choking it down once again. “Y/n, what are you doing?” Yeosang pouts, taking your hand away from your cunt and bringing it to his mouth, “We aren’t holding back are we?”

You open your eyes to him licking your fingers clean, his still moist cock dancing above your warmth. “I didn’t…want…the guys…uh…to hear.” Yeosang laughs, running the back of your hand along his cheek, “What if I do?” “What if?” he asks, spreading your pussy lips and spitting on your throbbing clit, “I want them to hear you scream for me?” Using the tip of his cock, he smears the spit through your folds, coming down to your entrance. “What if…they want to hear you scream too?”

Yeosang’s pressed against your core just enough to feel it flinch when he says this. Nothing had ever happened between you and your roommates. Not even a drunken hookup or a late night kiss. You can recognize though, that the three of them are incredibly handsome. Knowing that they might hear you…that they might like hearing you…turns you on in ways you don’t understand just yet. He sinks down into you and, with this new possibility in mind, your declarations of pleasure fill the room. “Yes…oooh…shit! So good! So…fucking…god…” you scream, your words trailing off into nonsense as he picks up momentum.

No matter where your roommates are in the house they can hear everything. You calling out Yeosang’s name. His dick stirring your completely drenched pussy like the world’s most delectable pot of macaroni and cheese. The sharp slaps he dishes out to the sides of your ass when he throws your legs over his shoulders to bottom out. “You belong to me now. You understand?” he growls, kissing your quivering legs. “Y…yes” you gasp, not even nearly loud enough for him. “Louder!” “Yes!” He fucks into you harder with each pump, the tremors spreading all the way to your chest.

“Louder! Who owns this sweet little pussy? Tell me!” “You, Yeosang!” the words grate your throat on the way out, “You…own…my pussy. Fuck, yes. All yours. All yours. All…” Your stomach sinks. Your back arches. Your soul may or may not leave your body. When it returns you’re twisting amongst the sheets, soaking his cock so heavily in your cream that even his balls are covered. Letting your legs fall to the side, he brings his sculpted chest against your lush body, kissing you like he wants to taste your insides. And he does.

“Inside or out?” he whispers and you instinctively know what he means. “Both” you say, tugging at his hair again. “Fuck, you’re so nasty” he grins, “I love it.” His body curls against yours as cum coats your walls from the deepest point to your very entrance. There’s still enough when he pulls out to empty all over your pussy, laying claim to every bit of you. 

Rolling onto your side, you chase a breath that seems intent on eluding you. Yeosang cuddles up behind you, kissing you on the neck. “Too much?” he asks, genuinely concerned about your feelings. You shake your head, settling into his arms, “No. It was perfect.” “Oh, good” he says, reaching an arm around to prop your legs open, “It’s going to be so much fun breaking you.”

[tojisth3rdwife]

Mamas, can you write a lil birthday sex stuff for our husband?

Say less sugarbutt✨😌 you’ve got good ideas

a/n: disregard any typos for now. 🥰 hope you like it!

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Who knew that Toji would be so into food play?

That's a rhetorical question. Of course you knew. Toji was a certified eater. Morning , noon and night. He enjoyed it more than you sucking him off, which was saying something because he fucking loved that. There was just something about him feeling your heartbeat pound through your pussy with hisntingue deel inside of you, your juices gushing out and wetting his lips. So on his birthday, after gifts were exchanged, wishes were made ,and candles had been blown out, Toji only had an appetite for one thing.

And it wasn't cake.

You shivered as the coolness tingled against your warm skin, a thick dollop of vanilla whipped cream slowly melting down the curve of your breast. A giggle escaped your lips as Toji’s tongue darted in to catch it, his playful gaze meeting yours in a moment of shared delight before he slurped it off you.

With a deliberate motion, he swept beneath your breast and glided back up, taking your entire nipple into his mouth. The sudden heat of his mouth replaced your playful smile with a gasp of surprise. He then turned his attention to the other nipple, which had been left wanting.

You're naked in his bed and resting on your back with your hands clasped above your head. Toji told you to keep them there. “Or else..” he warned. You were more than happy to oblige him since it was his day, especially if it meant you getting to watch him play with his food.

Toji lifted the can of whipped cream, shaking it lightly as his cool gaze locked onto you. His chest flexed slightly with the movement, pulling your attention from his handsome mug, down his muscular upper body and on the massive bulge trapped under his boxer briefs.

When he pressed down on the nozzle, a smaller, perfectly formed swirl of cream landed on your sensitive skin. He couldn’t help but admire the sight, the whipped cream making you look like the sweetest dessert he’d ever encountered.

You lick your lips lustfully, a rush of arousal seeping out of you that causes you to press your thighs together and squirm a little. Noticing, Toji hisses a soft chuckle before leaning back down to flick his tongue over your pert nipple. A needy moan has your chest quivering but Toji keeps you in his mouth, his eyes flicking up to catch your wanton expression.

He puts the can down for a moment to touch, sliding his hand over your thighs to gently part your legs, dipping his hand lower to cup your pussy. Slick coats his fingers immediately and he hums in appreciation.

“Mmm..feels like you're ready for me baby..so fuckn warm and wet” he murmurs, dragging the flat of his tongue over your nipple. Thick, deft fingers slide up and down your engorged vulva, just barely stimulating your clit. Your hips buck slightly, making Toji chuckle.

“Feels good?I should get down there and eat my cupcake now then, huh? Since she’s so ready..” he perks his brow and you have to bite your lip to keep from smiling. Part of you felt selfish for only getting pleased when it was his birthday, but Toji didn't seem to mind. Hell, he derived most of his pleasure from pleasing you anyway. Wordlessly, you nod your head, resisting the intense urge to touch him. To caress his head or drag your nails over his broad shoulders.

He dutifully goes back to decorating you with lines and swirls of cream that his tongue laps up hungrily, in trails that lead him down your tummy and at the hill of your pelvis. This was where he abandoned the sweet topping, knowing full well that sugar and pussy don't mix. He didn't need it anyway. As if you could get any sweeter than you already were.

Face to face with your sex, Toji smothers his lips in your heat, groaning at your taste. He licks you sloppily, the faint remnants of cream on his tongue mixing with your natural flavor, a combination that damn near has his eyes rolling. You taste better than any gourmet confection and Toji ate you as if he were afraid someone would come take you from him before he was done. And Toji is a thorough eater. He’s not lifting his head until he’s licking his plate clean.

You were on the brink of cumming when he did pull away however, and rushed to pull his dick out and line it up with your slit with pre cum already dripping from his tip.

“Ima be honest…this first nut won't take long at all so try not to judge..”

You wanted to laugh because Toji always acted like him cumming within 7 minutes (which in terms of sex minutes, isn't a small amount of time. He’s had you squirting in less than 3, but I digress) of him being inside of you was a sin when his dick would still be hard. His need to always warn you was hilarious, but you couldn't focus on the humor of his words when the visual of his god-like body hovering over you, thick ass dick pulsing in his hand was so all-consuming.

He held your legs up with his palms flat against your inner thighs and he eases himself inside slowly, both of you moaning in tandem.

“Ffffffuck…yeah, this won't take long,” he mutters, dropping his chin to watch himself sink deeper. Inch by inch, coating his shaft in your translucent arousal that almost shimmered in the dim lighting. Toji wouldn't be surprised if glitter did come out of your pussy one day with how amazing it felt.

He focused on his breathing and the steady pitch of your soft moans as he stroked you, keeping your legs pinned back with his hands. As expected, Toji fucked you for well over 10 minutes before you could tell he was getting close. You were spent by then, pussy still fluttering from the last time he made you cum, voice hoarse and almost gone. And Toji was still going in, fully folding you in a mating press with your legs over his shoulders now.

His face was nestled in the crook of your neck, inhaling notes of your perfume mixing with the sugary vanilla of the whipped cream he licked off of your throat just seconds before he had you pinned beneath him.

It was intoxicating and Toji felt drunk on the feeling of your warmth hugging his length, and your voice calling his name.

“Im gonna…oh fuck Toji, I'm cumming..” you rasp and Toji groans like a wayward beast against your neck.

Shit, you sound so good.

Fuck, you feel so good…

He was gonna cum. Any fucking second second.

“That’s right, cum for me again. Squeeze down on my fucking dick baby..fuck, just like that. Like that..” he went on a matra, snapping his hips at a blistering pace that had the bed shaking.

Your nails scraped down Toji’s vast back when his tip slammed into your cervix at just the right angle to have you crying out. Your walls clenched and trembled around his dick as a gush of release coated him. Toji grunts and whimpers, hus hit breath heating your skin as he fucked you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life, and Toji wasn't far behind you.

His teeth grazed then bite into your skin when he pushed himself too deep, almost hurting you a little when he exploded. Warmth flooded your body at the sound and you bare down on Toji’s dick as it pumperd you full of him, making you subconsciously add ‘buy a Plan B tomorrow” to your to-do list.

Even though you probably won't. The last one yiu bought didn't fucking work…

Toji exhales shakily as he relaxes his full weight on your body. Gravity pulled the sensitive tip of his dick closer to your extra-sensitive cervix, causing a chain reaction of overstimulation to have you both wincing.

“Ah! Too deep too deep..” you hiss, tapping Toji’s shoulder repeatedly. He eases his hips back immediately, raising on his hands to peer down between your sweaty slickened bodies.

“My bad….fuck..” he pulls out of you, both of you sighing in reluctant relief. You feel his dragging up your tummy just before it trapped between your and Toji’s bodies again, his tip pressing over your naval. Toji was back lying on top of you, his face back in the valley of your neck.

You lay for..seconds..minutes? Who knows?

Time froze when your souls were floating around the room.

The silence of night in the wintertime was soothing, cooling the house in a layer of calm that seeped into the bedroom. The air was still thick with the remnants of passion, a fragrant mix of sweat and lingering warmth that enveloped you both like a cozy blanket.

Toji sprawled over you. He was unmoving, his weight comforting yet possessive, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, a gentle rhythm that matched the steady thump of your heart. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours, a soothing cadence that made you feel safe and cherished.

“Happy birthday,” you whispered, your fingers gently playing with his dark hair, the strands soft beneath your fingers.

“Mmm,” he murmured, nuzzling closer, his lips brushing against your collarbone. “Best. Fucking. Birthday. Ever,” he added, his voice low and gravelly, laced with satisfaction.

You let out a soft laugh, the sound bubbling up from the joy that filled your chest, which felt a little sticky due to the sugar-sweat mixture coating it. “You say that every year,” you teased, tilting your head to meet his gaze. His now dark green eyes with blown pupils sparkled with mischief, a hint of a smirk dancing on his lips.

“Maybe,” he replied, shrugging slightly, the playful glint in his eyes betraying his seriousness. “But this year was different, you know?” He lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze, his expression softening.

“Feel like I've fallen in love with you all over again. If that even makes sense..”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the coolness of the sheets beneath you. “Makes perfect sense..,” you said softly, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw.

Toji’s expression shifted, his gaze turning thoughtful as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips. It was tender, filled with an unspoken promise that made your heart race all over again.

“With your pussy especially...I don't know what you put in this, but I better not ever hear about you letting another man get a taste of it..” he murmured against your lips, his breath mingling with yours. “I don't mind coming out of retirement...”

You smiled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “I love it when you threaten to kill my imaginary lovers.” You paused, a playful thought crossing your mind. “So, what’s on the agenda for the rest of your birthday?”

You turn your head to observe the time on the clock at Toji’s bedside.

“..all 2 minutes of it. More whipped cream, or are we moving on to cake?” you smirk, lifting your brows suggestively.

Toji chuckled, the sound deep and rich, vibrating against your skin. “Hmmmmboth? I’m for sure up for round two,” he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. As if it were a paid actor, Toji’s dick thumped in agreement against your tummy. This man was hard again.

As expected.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart fluttering at his playful spirit. “Greedy ass,” you teased, but the truth was, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Only for you,” he replied, his voice low and sincere, and in his peripheral, the clock shifts from 11:59 to 12:00.

“..happy new year mama” he mutters, lowering his head to give you a deep searing kiss , and sneaking a hand between your bodies.

Marking the start of the new year and the next round.

[mykneeshurt]

Shower sex with 141, Rudy and Alejandro + Keegan? 🤤

WHEW! I need a cold shower after that! AFAB reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, explicit smut, praise kink, hints at voyuerism, p in v, f oral receiving, m oral receiving, masturbation, unprotected sex

Price 🥃

Price loves nothing more than bending you over in your corner shower. It’s a decent size but with his buff body in there with you? Whew it’s a tight squeeze.

He loves to wait until you’ve had a chance to unwind as the hot water engulfs your body. When he feels satisfied that you’ve had some time to your self he’ll join you. And it surprises you every time.

He opens the curved doors and slips in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You feel so soft against his body, he loves how the water makes you feel so slick beneath him.

He starts off by nipping at your neck, then your ear as he whispers sweet praises in your ear. ‘Look so good love’ … ‘mmm smell divine’ … ‘can’t wait to feel you.’

He kissed you under the rainfall shower head for a while, teasing your lips with his teeth. Slowly working his hands down to your core. He gets you to beg every time, every single time. You don’t know how he does it.

When he can’t take anymore teasing he presses your bare chest into the tile, the cold texture causing your nipples to harden. He lines his cock up against your slit before pushing in at a devilishly slow pace. He starts off slow before building a fast but gentle pace. He loves watching the fat of your ass jiggle with every thrust. The sound of your skin slapping together.

Holding onto your waist he grips you like a vice, muttering against your skin. ‘Fuck love’ … ‘can’t take it, feel so good on my cock’ … ‘gonna cum in this lil cunt alright?’

Soap 🧼

You love to surprise Soap when he’s in the shower. While it’s not his favourite place to fuck you he’ll never pass up an opportunity to feel you. Slipping behind the curtain you join him, his eyes light up almost instantly. A cheeky grin plastered on your face.

You kiss him first, deep, passionate kisses, Soaps a very good kisser. Attentive and loving. He backs you up against the tile wall, hooking your thigh around his waist. He likes to take his time with you, first he runs his fingers along your slit. Teasing your sensitive clit with every scrape of his finger tips.

You arch your back off the tiles and closer to his chest, eyes screwed shut as he inserts one finger, then another. He’s slow, methodical, massaging your pussy as he watches you bit your lips. Making them swell. When he feels your begin to clench he removes his fingers and pushes into you.

His cock stretches you in the most perfect way, it burns but tingles. Cupping your jaw he begins to move, again, steady, slow, methodical. Feeling every ridge in your cunt as he watches you gave contort in pleasure. Kissing you again he inhales your moans as he grunts himself.

Scraping your nails along his chest he hisses through his teeth, ‘Atta girl’ … ‘keep going’ … ‘cum on my cock, that’s it.’ And you do, hard. Throwing your head back, chest heaving as you cum around his cock you moan into oblivion.

Ghost 💀

As I’ve mentioned before Ghost loves a bath, so he has both. He spent a lot of money on his bathroom so it’s the best of the best.

One day you’re feeling particularly horny, he’s out running errands but came back early. He hears your soft delicate loans coming from the bathroom, as he peers through the door he sees you straddling the powerful shower head. Moving slightly the floorboard creaks causing you to whip your head up. Instead of being embarrassed you beckon him in with a finger.

Ghost stands over you unable to take his eyes off your naked body dripping with water. You looked ethereal in the soft bathroom lighting. Eyeing his crotch you bite your lip, he knows exactly what you want. Pulling out his cock he teases your lips with the swollen head of his cock.

Without any hesitation you open and take his cock into your warm wet mouth. The sudden change in sensation and temperature causes him to whimper. A low breathy whimper beneath his mask. This spurs you on so you begin to move your head, feeling your own orgasm brewing.

Gripping your hair he guides your head and mouth along the shaft of his cock. He can’t find any words to say, he wants to praise you, love you, encourage you, but they won’t come. Instead he’s choking on his breath as he watches you Bob your head back and forth. You look up at him with doe like eyes, big and innocent. Such a juxtaposition, you were anything but innocent.

You moan around his cock, the vibrations reverberate up his spine and into his chest. You’re close, he knows this. ‘Cum for me baby’ he manages to choke out as he sees your eyes flutter, your orgasm teetering closer. When you finally fall over the edge you keep his cock in your mouth, groaning and moaning. The sounds muffled by him filling your mouth with his cum.

Gaz 🇬🇧

The barracks were close to empty when you were showering, you liked to shower at night away from the crowds of people. But tonight Gaz decided he wanted to join you. You’d both gotten back from a crazy ass mission and you needed to unwind. He’d text you earlier in the day to meet him there after midnight.

You went about your normal shower routine waiting for him to show up. Just as you were above to give up hope the curtain flew open and Gaz’s lips were on yours. He was hungry, needy, desperate. He shoved you up against the wall and devoured your neck ‘need you so bad babe.’

He lifted you onto his hips and wasted no time in slipping his cock into you. It was rough, fast and ready, his pace was brutal and he thrust into your cunt. You hardly had any time to breathe in between thrust, you gripped on to his neck, your nails leaving crescent shaped indents. ‘You take it so well, fuck, so good’ he moaned into your ear.

He came soon after, finally feeling so relief from his release. Knowing you hadn’t come yet he sank to his knees and ate you pussy while he finger fucked his cum back into you.

Rudy ❤️

After a hard mission Rudy came home and sat under the shower letting the water wash away his sins. Seeing he wasn’t himself you joined him, straddling him in your wet room.

It didn’t take long for you to distract him, the water dripped down your face and onto your breasts. It was picture perfect for him. He brought your lips to his in a soft and loving kiss as he pulled you into him. Wanting to feel your body on his, reminding him where he was.

He seemed distracted still, ‘Rudy, take me please.’ Feeling him grow hard beneath you, you raised your hips and sank down onto him. His mouth fell open and a breath filled gasp came from deep within his chest. As you started to move on top of him he held your back and waist, feeling your muscles move and contract.

You bucked your hips as you rode him, the water spilled over you both enhancing the sensations you felt. Slamming your hands on the wall next to his head you watched as his eyes flickered, how the rolled back into his head. ‘Cum for me, fill me Rudy please’ you begged in his ear ‘fuck, cum for me baby.’ Your sweet voice pulled him closer to his orgasm, when he finally felt his release he buried his head in your neck. Thanking you for knowing what he needed.

Alejandro 🌹

In your home in Mexico you had an outdoor shower for getting in and out of the pool. One extremely hot day you were getting ready to go for a dip, Alejandro was relaxing on a lounger as he caught a glimpse of you showering. He watched as the water slid down your curves, hugging your breasts and ass. He needed to have you.

He made his way over and pulled you in close to him as he began kissing your neck. You moaned as you put a hand out onto the clay wall to steady yourself. His hands moved down your body feeling every part of you underneath his calloused hands. ‘Alejandro! Someone could hear us!’ While there was a small clay wall around the outdoor shower, the houses in your neighbourhood were close together.

This only spurred him on, ‘let them hear mi amor. Let them hear how pretty you sound when you cum.’ Knowing he wasn’t going to let up you smiled up at him reigniting the kiss. He slid your bikini pants to the side and massaged your clit as he peppered kisses along your collar bone. Raking your nails through his hair only encouraged him, he slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt. Causing you to moan into his neck, you arched your back wanting to feel closer to him.

‘Need you Alejandro’ you whispered. He turns you round and bent you over as he slid his thick cock into you. You tried desperately to store your moans but he knew exactly how to drive you wild. You could have sworn he was doing it on purpose.

Keegan 🗡️

Keegan loves nothing more than worshipping you no matter where you end up having sex. Under the powerful rainfall water head he kisses you deeply first, grazing his hands over your jaw, your neck, your collarbones. This man makes you putty in his hands. He twists his hands in your hair pulling your head back, exposing your neck.

He licks from your collar bone to your jaw, before biting your bottom lip. He builds you up so well, teasing you constantly. He trails his fingers gently over your slit, being careful not to touch your clit. He wants you to beg. To come undone in his hands. You whimper beneath his touch ‘please Keegan.’ The sound of you beg is other worldly, he gets high from your whispery moans and pleas.

When he’s finally unable to control himself anymore, he places his hand around your neck as you hitch a thigh over his waist. ‘Ready?’ He scans your face for any discomfort and to double check you still want this. You nod firmly, wanting nothing more than him inside you.

Once he’s satisfied he slips into your cunt, slow at first before building up his pace. He feels so good, he makes you feel full, ‘touch yourself’ he commands. Dropping your fingers to your clit you satisfy the throbbing need deep within you. Keegan places his face in the crook of your neck ‘wanna hear you baby, moan for me, lemme hear that pretty voice.’ Not one to disobey him you whimper and moan against his skin, the phonetic moans drive him to the edge.

‘That’s it, take it baby, just like that Fuck’ he groans. You can feel your orgasm coming, and coming fast. Muttering under your breath Keegan can feel you beginning to tighten. ‘Cum for me, right now, cum on this cock’ his voice is dark and gravelly. You do as you’re told and allow yourself to fall over the precipice of pleasure.

[cardierreh15]

Variants

Please read part one to understand part two! ⚡️🐺 if you choose to be lost that’s your business but I warned ya!

***I do not consent to anyone translating, copy and/or repost my work!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! MDNI

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Angst , Mentions of Death , Blood , Smut - Logan being an absolute MONSTER (this is very graphic) & Ororo being folded like a pretzel, lil bit of Voyuerism , Oral(Female Receiving) Face Sitting 😁, Scratching , Fingering/Masturbation , Minor Begging , Basically, Pray for her pussy. 😭

Pairings: Logan Howlett (Cavillrine) x Ororo Munroe also known as Storm

Description: Logan & Storm have a heart to heart. ⚡️

Word Count: 6.8K

Song: Earned it by The Weeknd

Side Note: Ororo's thoughts are in Italics Bold and OG Logan's voice is in orange italics.

Side Side Note: There are some elements taken from the X-Men movies but this is my own twist on it. I do not own the rights to those films or the characters. (Halle Berry is also not the Storm here)

Part two

Since Ororo’s arrival on Earth 199999, the weather has been less than satisfactory. The humans either blamed the wrath of Mother Earth or “Those Damned Mutants.” There was no in between but they were right about one thing.

The Storm goddess did have parts to play in why the weather was the way it was. Ever since she’d been here, her powers have been obstreperous; unpredictable and uncontrollable. It took her almost 20 years to get it right back home. And now here she was again starting from scratch. 

But the weather wasn’t the only thing that she had a hard time with. Nightmares haunted her at night; leaving her companion as exhausted as she was. She screamed, wept, and even had full conversations. 

On occasion, he’d get up from the large sectional that he slept on and drag himself to the bedroom. He wouldn’t dare wake her though, he’d just watch as she would cry and struggle to breathe. A part of him was afraid to wake her up while she was in such a state. He’d prefer to have his insides raw instead of scrambled like an egg.

As much as it pained him so, he’d watch her suffer until she quieted down. And by then, twilight had come and sleep was no longer an option.

Today was a regular day for both of them. Logan was tucked away in the garage working on something that’d aid his boredom. While Ororo was focusing on peeling the clouds out of her view. Her eyes white as snow and focus dead set within.

With her straining came the grunts and the gritting of her teeth. Blood began to drip from her nose and her headache returned. ‘Almost—‘ She huffed as her held up palms began to shake as if they were holding something heavy. And finally, the clouds disappeared from view.

Letting out an exhausted sigh, her eyes returned to normal and her arms dropped to her sides. They felt so heavy. And the headache remained. But on the bright side, she’d finally made progress and plucked a big rain cloud out of view of the blue sky.

‘Y’know, we could’ve used someone like you back in the day.’

Ororo whipped her head around but stumbled slightly when the dizziness came just as quick. ‘Mmm.’

‘Whoa, easy.’ Logan said as he reached out and grabbed her waist, helping her catch her balance once again. He took a good look at her, ‘You’re bleeding…’

She wiped her nose with her wrist and looked down at the bright crimson blood, ‘Oh… yeah. Looks like I am.’ She uttered softly.

‘You don’t seem surprised. Lemme go get you something to clean that up with.’

Letting out a gentle sigh, she leaned against the wooden railing for support when he let her go. Her mind felt like mush and she felt like she had a cinder block placed atop her head. And those moments of him leaving her side had felt like an eternity.

His heavy footsteps brought her out of her thoughts and she was able to pull herself upright to face him. In one hand he had two cream colored, large pills and in the other was a glass of water with a white wet cloth thrown over his wrist.

‘Jeez! What the hell are those?!’ Her eyes grew at the sight of the drugs.

Logan smirked, finding humor at her reaction, ‘its acetylsalicylic acid.’

Ororo’s brows tugged into one as she took the glass of water into her palm, ‘Aspirin.’

Giving her a nod, he outstretched his hand for her to take them.

‘Fuck, they feed these to horses?’ She pinched them up into her fingers before dropping them into her mouth and taking a big gulp of her water. She swallowed in hopes of swallowing both of them, but only swallowed one. ‘Ugh! They’re so hard to swallow!’

Logan laughed, ‘Only cause you’re thinking too hard! Drink some more water.’ 

She knocked back another gulp of water and swallowed hard. With her hand on her chest, Ororo whimpered and glanced up at him, ‘That went down hard. That’s super gross too.’ She took the cloth and wiped her nose free of the smeared blood.

‘Well it’s medicine, Ororo it’s not supposed to be tasty.’ He chuckled deeply once more as he rested his weight on his arms, leaning against the wooden rail.

‘It—‘ she paused for a second and did the same. She glared at him in a knowing glare. He’d been calling her Storm for weeks on end. But he said it right as if it came naturally.

‘You said my name right.’

Logan looked over at her, ‘I’ve been practicing. Besides, you call me James and I think it’s only fair that I address you by your name.’

Aw, she couldn’t help but feel a twist in her chest when he said it. It sounded just how James would say it. Effortless and again, natural. Easy. A smile curled on her lips, ‘Well, that’s thoughtful. Thank you.’ 

‘Mmm.’ He hummed softly before peeling his eyes away from hers to look up at the sky. ‘Seems like you’ve made some progress huh? It feels good to see some sunshine.’

She brought the glass up to her lips once again to take a sip then placed it down next to her. ‘I guess the world has me to blame for that.’ She grumbled with a gentle pout.

‘I don’t. I think the gift that you have is extraordinary.’ He smiled at her softly, ‘If you don’t feel like carrying the burden of how the world thinks of you, we can always switch?’

Ororo laughed and shook her head, ‘I don’t think I’d manage well with being one of the heaviest mutants on Earth. I’m already clumsy as is. Me falling will send me to hell I’m sure.’ The both of them laughed once more before they grew quiet again. ‘Thanks.’ 

Since she’s been conscious, Logan has been making it his responsibility to make her feel as comfortable as possible. It was the right thing to do. She came from an entirely different world and landed dead center in another one. He couldn’t imagine going through something like that alone, so he’d figured that she didn’t have to.

‘I want you to meet some friends of mine.’

Raising a brow, Ororo laced her fingers together. ‘Friends? You mean—‘

‘Yes, them. I don’t know what happened to the Xavier on your world but, there’s one here… and he can help you with controlling your abilities.’

A soft smile curled on her lips. It was a thoughtful gesture. She couldn’t really say that she was surprised. Beneath that hard exterior, her James was just as kind. ‘My X—…’ she sighed softly as the memories played back in her head. 

It was a death she could never really heal from. He was like a father to all of them. And she would’ve never thought she would’ve been the one to do it.

‘Professor Xavier died long before…’ she bit into her bottom lip and glanced away.

‘Before?’ Logan pressed as he placed his large hand at the center of her back.

His touch had seemed to bring her back to reality. She blinked away the tears and cleared her throat when she felt herself choking. She knew that she was gonna have to talk about it eventually. She couldn’t be reticent about her past forever. 

Soft thunder grumbled in the distance causing Logan to look up at the sky. Once again, the sun vanished and light gray clouds took its place. 

‘Here, let’s go inside. I heard ladies like tea. I think I have chamomile.’ He held his hand out for her to grab.

A feeble smile curled up on Ororo’s features. This look had come quite familiar to him. He witnessed it everyday. But perhaps today, he would try playing a part where he can bring joy behind her smile, instead of sadness and dismay.

Instead of taking his hand, she gave him a nod and walked towards the patio doors and pulled it open. 

Logan watched her walk into the house before scooping up the glass that she left behind and followed suit. He closed the slide door behind him before placing the cup into the sink. Then, he filled up the tea kettle and placed it on the burner. 

Ororo plopped down on his recliner and pulled her feet beneath her as her grief became her ailment once again. Her brown eyes were sad and she sported this foreboding frown. 

She sat there, her mind thinking about the day that Charles died. Things weren’t supposed to go down that way. Jean was supposed to willingly come home with them. She was supposed to get help. But Magneto was there. And he brought back up with him.

‘Here.’ Logan deep voice uttered as he held the mug out towards her. 

Ororo looked up at him before taking the warm mug into her hands. She gave him a hesitant smile before turning her attention away once again. 

He walked to the sectional that sat across from her. ‘I see you’re comfortable?’ 

She was dumping her tea bag into the water so the herbs could soak better. ‘Hmm?’ 

‘The recliner. You like it?’

Ororo gave him another fake smile, ‘Yes, it sits well.’ Her bleakness was quite telling. He knew that when she became cold and short, that she was more than likely fighting her inner demons. Those demons being the torturous memories of her past life. The good and the bad.

Logan sat there quietly, his elbows resting on his knees, slouching over with his silver dog tags hanging as he tried to figure out what to say to her. One would think after losing so many people, he would know what to say to her. But it was different when one of the people that she’d lost was actually him in another timeline.

‘You don’t have to say anything…’ she said softly as she toyed with her tea bag, swirling it around in the now flavorful hot water. 

‘Huh?’

Ororo’s eyes flickered up from the substance in the mug to his face, ‘You don’t have to say… anything.’ She paused, ‘I’ve been here for almost two months and you deserve to know more of the truth.’

He sat up straight, looking up at the ceiling when the storm caused the lights to flicker on and off. He then glanced down at her, ‘Uh— you sure you wanna talk about this? The um—‘

‘It’s fine.’ Rain began to beat down on the roof of the cabin and its windows. It would’ve made the perfect lullaby, but they wouldn’t be doing much sleeping tonight.

‘Jean Grey… killed Charles Xavier where I’m from. And she’s also dead… because James killed her.’

Logan’s face hardened at the news. He was taken aback from it. The people that were alive and well on this Earth, were dead and gone on hers. ‘Wh-How did she do it? Was he not-‘

‘No. Previously before Jean’s death, she died before that… or so we thought. Drowned at the bottom of a lake to save us. She killed Scott—‘

‘Cyclops?!’ He sounded a little less surprised this time.

‘Yes… her lover.’

‘Pfft, well. That would make sense he’s a dick.’ He uttered before taking a sip of his tea and placing it on a coaster. 

Just as she thought he’d say. That alone caused a tiny smile to quirk up on her lips for a short moment before she nodded, ‘Anyway, she was brought back to the school so she could be nursed back to health. But when she came back she… she didn’t come back whole. Someone— something else resided within her. She was cold, evil, impulsive— just out of control.’ 

Logan was listening intently.

‘Magneto—‘

‘Tuh—‘ Logan clicked his tongue as he sat back against the sofa, ‘He a problem in every damn universe?! Jesus Christ!’ 

As much as she wanted to laugh, Ororo kept herself under control. This was a serious conversation and it was a very important moment for her. ‘Unfortunately so. Magneto got ahold of Jean. Thinking that he could manipulate her into standing side by side with aiding the civil war against the humans for the cure.’ 

‘The cure? You mean like…?’

‘Yes, exactly what you’re thinking.’ 

Logan never understood the thought process behind “curing” mutants. But he felt that mutants had the right to protect themselves from those who wished to do them harm. 

But the code of honor of the X-Men went against that principle because then, they appear to be what the humans paint them out to be. The fine line between them had often crossed when he was involved. 

‘But even she was too powerful for him. We went to Jean’s childhood home in hopes of bringing her back to New York. But we were already too late. Magneto was there and things got out of hand.’ Her heart ached as she remembered just seeing his suit laying there before her and James. ‘Magneto’s men kept us busy and by the time James  got to them… Charles was… dead.’ Tears filled her eyes but she quickly wiped them away with her thumb.

‘Wh-‘ he began, ‘Ororo, I’m sorry to hear that. That must’ve been… that must’ve been very hard for the team. I couldn’t imagine losing him like that. And Jean… man. That was deep.’ He let out a shuddered breath.

‘Yeah…’ she trailed off before looking down at her tea again. ‘Then uh— a few years later, the sentinels took over and well— that’s how I got here.’

‘Sentinels? I’ve heard you mumble their name in your sleep.’ Logan paused and narrowed his eyes, ‘What were they?’

Looking back up at Logan, she instantly was reminded of their appearance when she heard their name. They were what fueled her nightmares. They held nothing behind their eyes. No compassion, no feelings not once or ever. They were created out of hate and were programmed to do a job that the humans had been trying to do for centuries.

Swallowing her spit she started, ‘In 1973, Mystique murdered Senator Robert Kelly.’

‘Good!’ Logan said cheerily, ‘He’s also a Grade A dick.’

‘No, not good. He was proposing a bill… a bill that the government would create an army of robots to eliminate the race of mutants. The United States was kind of hesitant at first and considered it such an inhumane situation. But all he had to do was die. So, after his death they hunted her down but not because she was a fugitive but because she possessed something that could aid the cause.’ She sighed softly before continuing, ‘Her ability to take the appearance of anyone and even possessing their abilities.’

‘When they caught her… they killed her. They took her DNA and remodeled it around the idea of “Mutants are dangerous and shall be put down, no ifs ands or butts about it.”. And so, the Sentinels reigned. They began with the lookers… anyone that didn’t fit the human appearance. But that didn’t matter anyway, because they even put humans on their hunting list.’

‘Jesus Christ.’ He murmured as he ran his hands over his face. 

‘He wasn’t there… all hope for that was gone. We had an idea to go back in time to right the wrongs. But they found us out and killed everyone except me and James. We got away but then they found us again by detecting our abilities. Strange created this portal but no one knew where it led to. But they were already waiting for us there. Those damn things… always one step ahead.’ She scoffed and shook her head. 

Go!!! I’ll hold them off!

No, no, no, no! I’m not leaving you, James!

You have to, Storm. If you don’t then who will continue our legacy?! You have to go!

His words stung just as they did then. She didn’t want to leave him behind. The intention was for both of them to go. But James made for a hell of a distraction. Tears fell down her face and she sniffed.

Logan automatically put two and two together. Because if James wasn’t here but she was… the unthinkable happened.

‘He sacrificed himself to save you.’ 

She wiped her tears and nodded. ‘Yeah.’

‘Fuck. Jesus — Storm, Ororo. I’m sorry. That’s… that’s rough.’ He sighed as he tore his eyes away from her. After absorbing all of that information, anyone would think she was losing her mind or perhaps it may have been a figment of her imagination. But her behavior. The nightmares, her grief. 

Even he felt the pain from all of her loss. No one could fake something like that.

‘I don’t — I don’t even know what to say other than… you are probably the strongest person I’ve ever met.’ 

Ororo scoffed and wiped her nose, ‘Thank you, Logan. I just thought I’d never be without him… y’know?’ 

Logan cleared his throat and nodded, ‘Well uh…You’re not exactly without him. He’s with you in spirit.’ 

A smile curled up on her face softly and as she nodded in agreement, ‘Yes, yes I suppose he is.’

***

Their conversations about their contributions to society had been drawn into the night. They laughed and talked about what the craziest things they’ve done to save people and the craziest things they’ve seen in general. 

‘Well, I’m gonna shower. I’ll be out for dinner in a little while.’ Ororo gave him a smile; now cheered up after the much needed talk. She placed her empty mug down on the coaster and pulled herself up from the comfortable chair and started down the hall. Then she stopped in her tracks and turned back around to face him. ‘Oh, Logan—‘ 

He’d picked up their mugs by their handles and stood up before turning around to face her. ‘Yeah?’

‘Thank you… for everything.’ The rain had come to a light drizzle and the thunder ceased to exist. A big pretty grin curled up on her lips before she spun around and walked towards the bathroom. 

As he watched her walk away, he let out a gentle sigh as he felt his heart palpitate in his chest. The uneasy feeling caused him to clear his throat. 

She stood in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. She felt like there was a time for a change. Time for her to start the process of moving on and healing the way she wanted. 

Memories of James running his fingers through her locks and how he’d learned how to braid her hair so it would stay out of her way when they’d fight. How he used to tug it when…

Opening the medical cabinet, she rummaged in there until she found a pair of surgical scissors. Bringing the legs into her fist, she contemplated what she was about to do. Doing this, would be the start of cutting the old James out of her life… and letting the new one in. 

Taking the scissors to the spots where the dreads began, Ororo began to snip them off until she was left with nothing but a small pixie Afro. She felt lighter physically and metaphorically. She'd miss all of her hair. It was down her back and it became a part of her identity. But it was time that she made a new one for herself.

Scooping up all of the hair, she placed them in the bathroom’s waste bucket. 

Ororo couldn’t believe what she’d done. Taking scissors to her hair like that; hair that was way past her rump and took her 15 years to grow.

But she wanted to start anew. There was no escaping her new life and it was time she stopped running from it and heal the right away. And to do that, she had to let him in.

Her brushed out hair. It was cute and brought out the roundness in her face. It also made her appear youthful. 

She turned on the hot and cold knob before stepping into the spacious walk in shower. She reached over and grabbed her body wash, lathered it up in an African bathing net and began to scrub herself as if she were cleansing herself of her past instead.

Mmm, you smell so good.

Tell me how you want it baby.

That’s it, my little storm cloud.

Ororo shut her eyes, ‘Mmph!’ She hummed as she felt a familiar tingling sensation in her lower belly. She let out a gentle whimper as titillating memories clouded her mind.

Her heartbeat began to pick up when his voice flooded her ears. This was James' favorite place. It’s where he would wash off the labors and hardships of the day or in some cases, weeks. And it was also James’ favorite place to fuck. She could practically feel the ghost of his hands all over her body. Gentle sighs and suppressed moans rumbled in her chest as her hands followed while the water rinsed away her suds.

Meanwhile down the hall in the living room…

Logan was sitting on his leather recliner where she’d left him after their emotional conversation. His reading glasses rested at the tip of his nose as he read some of his mail. ‘Yadda, yadda—‘ Then he paused. A particular scent filled the air. Taking over his senses that instantly caused goosebumps to trickle over his skin.

Then, the whimpering and whining followed. 

With his own heart ramming out of control, he took off his glasses and let out a deep, shaky breath. He could feel his animalistic urges creeping up on him. And the more he tried to conceal them, the more carnal they became. His body began to heat up and his cheeks became flush. 

‘OK—‘ Logan grumbled as he ran his fingers through his curly locks. ‘Just be… cool. You’ve been around plenty of women.’ Well, she happened to be the first woman he’s been attracted to in a while. 

‘I want you so bad right now!’ She whispered.

He snapped his head towards the door down the hall. An unwarranted growl vibrated in his chest as he slowly began to give into his lascivious urges.

‘God, please don’t make me do this.’ He uttered to himself as he brought his hair into both of his fists and tugged at it; walking into the opposite direction to walk out the front door. 

But as soon as she called his name…

‘Mmm, James!’

That was the green light for him. ‘Goddammit.’ He hissed as he quickly tore off the wife beater, then his belt and jeans. Socks and his briefs were gone by the time he’d even made it to the bathroom door. 

Not even bothering to knock, he gently pushed the door open to see her brown silhouette through the patterned shower glass door. Glancing to the right was her long white dreadlocks sitting in the trash can. He’d be sure to ask why she got rid of them later. But right now, he had more pressing matters that he must attend to.

Ororo was in a deep trance as her own hands made love to her body as if they were James’ instead. A mewl left her lips as she unknowingly turned to face him in the shower; putting on a show for him.

Inhaling deeply at the sight of her gorgeous body he could feel the familiar numbness creeping up his spine. He watched as the water trickled down the peaks and valleys of her body. Oh how he’d wished he were in its place instead. To be able to touch her like that. 

He also took note of the battle scars she possessed and the others that came naturally; her stretch marks on her hips and waist, thighs, her belly and breasts. God she was perfect. Logan swallowed before he slammed the shower door hard enough to grasp her attention.

Her eyes slowly opened as a harsh gasp escaped her chest. She quickly covered her pretty brown tits with her arm and hid her crotch with her free hand and thigh. ‘Logan! What are you doing?!’

‘You called, I came.’ He said as he took a step forward.

She took a step back, ‘I—I did not! I—I said…’ Ororo looked up into his dilated, hooded eyes. The same eyes James used to give her when it was time for him to breed her.

‘Hmm?’ He hummed as he took another step forward.

‘I said… I said James! I wasn’t—‘

‘You weren’t talking about me? Yet, I’m the only James here… and we—‘ he walked forward through the water as her back was finally pressed firmly against the cool tile. ‘We are practically the same… right?’

Practically would be an understatement. From the way they wore their hair and clothes to how he spoke. The only thing that set them apart were their eyes. And she could admit, his eyes were quite unique. Blue like the sky with just a touch of brown as if God spilled a little bit of honey into them.

‘I—I—‘ Ororo was stuck in his gaze. She felt as if she were to take her eyes off of him, she’d die. His eyes were her lifeline in this moment.

Logan brought his hand up and rested it against the wall to trap her there. ‘You’re gonna allow me to do what he can’t?’

Ororo let out a gentle shudder as she slowly dropped her hands to reveal her body to him once again, inviting him in. 

He scooped her up in his arms, earning a surprised gasp from her lips and a gentle giggle followed. ‘Fuck, you smell so good.’

She wrapped her legs around his waist, ‘So that’s how you found me out… you smelled me.’ Ororo teased.

‘I did.’ Logan smirked, ‘That’s what animals do right?’

The woman had no idea what had come over her in those next few moments, but the longer he held her in his arms like this, the more aroused she became. Leaning in, she parted her lips before slipping her tongue into his mouth. He welcomed her lips into his as their tongues instantly massaged at one another.

Had it not been for Logan holding her up in her arms, Ororo was sure that she would’ve crumbled to her knees. But it was delicate and languid as if they were exploring and learning about one another. The kiss felt familiar but so different at the same time. She ran her fingers through his wet curls as a moan rumbled in her chest. 

Logan broke the kiss and looked up at her with lust induced eyes as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. ‘I love your hair like this.’

‘Yeah?’ Ororo purred.

‘Oh yeah.’ He chuckled before meeting one another’s lips in a much more greedier, confident manner. As they devoured one another, Logan reached beneath her and began to rub at her cunt.

She gasped sharply as she ripped her lips away from his. 

‘Tell me how you want it baby.’ He uttered as he gently worked his fingers against her pussy.

Just like James.

Licking her smile, she demanded, ‘Why don't you do a taste test hmm? See if I taste as good as I smell?’

Logan grinned and placed her down on her feet, ‘I like the sound of that.’ He snatched her lips up into hers one more time before he took her hand and spun her around gently. Lightning bolts for stretch marks danced around the curvature of her juicy ass. And just like that, the growling returned.

Huffing like a hound, Logan got on his knees and assumed the position for her to mount his face. 

Being that he was still tall even on his knees, he had to help her onto his face. His mouth opened, tongue out and flat for the proper seat while his nose nestled right against her asshole.

Ororo’s head fell back as her eyes fluttered closed as a naughty little moan slipped from the home of her lips. Steadying herself, she placed her hand on his stronger shoulder as one arm held her upright. 

With her free hand, she reached behind him and ran her fingers through his semi-wet dark hair. Her toes curled as Logan began to lap and drag his thick tongue from her clit all the way to her ass.

‘Ooh fuck.’ She shuddered out as she reached up to cup her breast in her hand. 

He had a tight lock on her thighs as he let her take the reins with her hips so she could control how much pleasure she wanted to feel. But that all changed when he decided to take the control back and lick, suck and kiss on her pussy as if it were her pretty mouth instead. ‘Mmm!’ He groaned, damn she did taste even better than she smelled. 

It was like a big grizzly bear finally finding the jackpot of rich honey. And he couldn’t get enough!

‘Logan, oh—‘ she hissed as she felt the tingling sensation in her clit as he began to suck and flick his tongue over the sensitive numb. ‘Aaaw!’ Ororo tried to move but he had her locked in so tight, she couldn’t even move if she wanted. So he kept devouring her until she finally erupted in his mouth. 

They haven’t even gotten to the penetration part of the session and she was already aspirated; out of breath and shaking from the very first orgasm that she had in what felt like forever. 

Placing kisses on her inner thigh as they shook, Logan unleashed her from his deathly hold and helped her unmount from his face as if it were a saddle. 

Ororo held onto his shoulder as he rose to his feet. Her knees were wobbly and she was smacking her lips together. ‘I’ve — I’ve got cottonmouth.’ She pouted up at him.

Logan towered over her as he wiped her juices off of his lips with his thumb and sucked it off. ‘You won’t have it for long.’

The shower was turned off and he had her legs wrapped around his waist again. Their tongues and mouths molted together as they indulged each other sloppily. Not being able to make it to the room, Logan carried her off to the sofa. Cool shower water dripped from their bodies and he laid her down on the couch.

When he ripped his lips away, Ororo was finally able to take in some air. She brought her trembling swollen lips between her teeth as she finally took in his body. Her desperate hands slid from his shoulders to his wet hairy chest where his dog tags rested against him. She drug her fingernails down his pecs to his abdomen. Spreading her thighs nice and wide, Logan placed one of her legs atop the cushions of the sofa. 

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Watching as her huge tits rose and fell with each anxious breath. If she hadn’t been touching him, she’d think this was all a figment of her imagination. She just couldn’t get enough of his godliness. How the droplets of water only defined his body. 

Suddenly, Logan sank his middle finger and ring finger inside of her; palm side up.

Her eyes fluttered close, whining as her head fell back against the arm of the sofa. ‘Mmm fu—oh!’ Massaging and kneading her walls from the inside out, Logan pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed it in circles to add to the pressure. Low animalistic growls echoed in his chest and his black pupils were the size of marbles.

This was no longer the Logan that she felt comfortable with but an animal with one purpose. To mate and breed.

‘S-shit—‘ Ororo stuttered as she looked between her thighs to watch him finger fuck her g-spot. ‘Ooooh Logan! I’m gonna cum!’ She wailed; her legs twitched and spasmed as he stroked her sweet spot. Her eyes fluttered up to look at him as her body began to tense against her will. ‘Oh—GOD!’ Heaving fast as her eyes dropped down to the massive member that stood high in attention; leaking with his own pre-cum. The way it throbbed and jumped as Logan edged her on further. 

A filthy, guttural cry escaped from her lips; her hips rose as he continued to rub it out of her. ‘Fuuuuck!’ She crooned. Dropping her hips back down onto the sofa; breathless as all get out. Ororo watched as he gently tugged his thick fingers out of her. Covered in her sweet stickiness, he wielded no hesitation as he sucked his fingers clean. 

Was she in disbelief? Yes. But surprised? Not really. 

Were they this disgusting in every universe? 

Snarling at her tart taste, he snatched her waist and pulled her closer. Taking a hold of his long, girthy cock, he slapped the erected muscle against her clit. A gentle groan left his lips as he rubbed himself against her clit. God, he was losing it. 

‘Logan.’ Ororo whined out.

His head snapped up as his ears perked up at the sound of his name. Like an excited puppy. So exhilarated, that if he had a tail it would wag violently. But he didn’t let his excitement get in the way of the true task at hand.

‘Beg.’ He demanded.

Ororo let out a shuddered sigh as she watched him grab one of her ankles in his large hand. ‘Pl-please?’ Her lips pouted just a little and she never took her gaze off of his.

Logan growled lowly in approval, ‘Good.’ Adjusting his hips, he placed his hand behind her thigh, right above the back of her knee. He kept her legs spread as he pressed his fat mushroom tip against her slit. Her needy pussy pulled him in a warm embrace, earning a loud grunt from him. 

She hiccuped as she inhaled too much air as she felt the pressure and pleasure merge into one. ‘Mmmmph!’ Her thighs began to tremble the deeper and deeper he descended. ‘Ugh!’ 

He gritted his teeth together as his eyes fluttered shut. He wiggled his hips a little as he made room for himself inside of her. ‘Grrr—od—‘ he let groaned eagerly as he finally bottomed out within her. ‘—Dammit!’ 

Goosebumps covered their bodies as if they were connected to one another. He leaned down and pressed another sloppy kiss on her lips. As their lips collided, he stalled his hips as her comfortable walls held him tightly. 

Breaking the kiss, Logan looked down into her eyes as he pulled his hips back and rolled them into her. A strangled moan left her lips as she looked up into his animalistic crazed eyes. His dog tags dangled and rocked above her as he began to slowly pick up the pace of his hips. 

‘Ooh, Logan. Shit yes!’ The heaviness of his hips ramming into her was so familiar. It left her in a reminiscence of how James used to train her to take him the way she was supposed to. 

You have to get used to me lightning bolt. Fuck.

And so she did! Who knew that he was prepping her for this moment? 

Logan pumped his hips in and out of her like an animal in heat. Husky grunts and groans fell from his lips as his large hands held the back of her thighs. He was so deep inside of her this way. 

‘Mmm, so fucking wet for me. Shit!’ He sputtered as he dropped his dick into her deeper again while his hairy balls smacked against her puckered asshole.

A high pitched shriek left her lips in surprise when he began to beat at her cervix. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she rested her hands atop his for leverage and squeezed tightly. Sweet aspirated grunts and mewls graced her lips as she bit into her bottom lip. She was holding back screams and sobs.

And when Logan noticed that, he brought his hips to a sudden stop. He leaned in close to her, his nose touching hers; eyeing her carnally. ‘You can scream… it’s not like anyone will hear you.’ Now he was determined to snatch her voice by the end of the night. 

Ororo didn’t know if she was turned on or scared. Perhaps she was both but he placed a sweet kiss on her lips, she was reassured that he would take good care of her. 

Logan began to pick up the pace again, earning a string of filthy curse words from his Goddess lover. His body pounded into hers as he panted harshly; mirroring the sound of the thunder claps outside. Lightning struck very close to the cabin as he fucked her so stupid, she couldn’t even form words. 

‘Fu—huck, ye— eah! Mmm, uh!’ She looked down between them, watching as his dick delved balls deep into her over and over again. Her chest heaved as her hooded eyes peered back up at him. ‘My Gods, Yes! James!’ Ororo tightened her hold on his hands as he began to fuck harder, faster. 

A loud and rough groan left Logan’s lips before he nestled his furry face into her neck where he placed gentle kisses. ‘Fuuuuck—‘ he grumbled as he retreated his hips and pulled his cock all the way out. 

Huffing heavily, he found himself dripping with precum again. ‘Jesus fucking— look at what you’re doing to me.’ He laughed mirthlessly. He sounded so esurient though; hungry and desperate for her. Logan was losing his mind. 

A tiny giggle left her lips before he slipped his sticky dick right back inside of her. Her back arched as he made home within her again. Her whining came shortly afterwards. ‘Fuck. Me. Logan! Yes! James! Yes!’ Part of her felt like she was fucking the old James. But something about how inhuman this one fucked her was brand new. He was relentless! Diligent and persistent in how he pleased her. 

James used to give her a moment to catch her breath but this one wasn’t so kind. 

He was desperate to please her and that's all he gave a damn about. 

Mine, mine, mine. 

‘Mine, mine, mine!’ He growled hungrily.

Just like him. 

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as their bodies began to heat up with their salacious work out. She brought her face into her hands, digging her nails into his cheeks as he began to steal her breath away. Her mouth fell as her womb began to twist. Her walls began to tremble and her spine grew numb. A silent moan escaped her lips as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Logan hissed as she began to draw blood when she clawed at his cheeks; healing just as fast as the wounds opened. But he never turned his attention from her. It only fueled that beastly desire more! ‘Yeah, that’s it baby! Cum on that dick!’ He gritted through his teeth; his warm flesh covered in a thin sheet of sweat and the veins in his neck popped into view. ‘C’mon!’ 

A tear fell down the side of her face as he stole another orgasm from her. ‘OH FUCK!’ She’d finally released a loud sob from her chest as he rutted into her as if it were his last time. 

The pair fucked as if they were trying to build a family. Nasty, naughty sex filled their evening which landed them on the floor, and the bedroom. Ororo left Logan empty with nothing else to give. Logan beat down Ororo’s walls til her orgasms had become painful. They’ve done everything from Doggy style (Logan’s favorite) to Cowgirl. They were spent.

Laying in the king size bed, tucked beneath the warmth of the comforters, Logan had his heavy arm draped around her holding her close. Ororo smiled softly as her head rested against his hairy chest. She gently picked up his silver dog tags and ran her thumb over the numbers. All of the numbers but the last two were completely different from James. 

‘You’re still thinking about him?’

‘Who?’

Turning his head to look at her, he raised a brow with a small smirk curled on his lips.

Letting out a gentle sigh, ‘I’m only thinking about you.’ Part of that was true. She was thinking about him and how mind blowing their sex was. But she was also thinking about him. Not in the way one would think. 

Ororo was coming to terms that this was going to be her new life now. Everyone she’s ever known in her previous life or… timeline was gone. There was nothing left for her on that Earth anymore but here, she could make something of herself. She could get her power back under control. She could heal and live a happy life. By his side. 

Looking up at him, her small smile had turned into a grin. And when he’d return that grin, she giggled happily. Logan ran his thick fingers through her short white coils. ‘I really do like your hair like this, thundercloud.’ 

Her dimples deepened in her cheeks at the nickname. ‘Good, then I shall keep it that way.’ 

Stay there.

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[winwintea]

A Kiss to Make it Better - Hong Seunghan

PAIRING ↬ hong seunghan x fem!reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE ↬ FRIENDLY REMINDER TO BOYCOTT RIIZE. RIIZE IS OT7, if ur ot6 briize pls get OFF my profile. guess what it's fei's birthday and it's also seunghan's birthday so double whammy. how does it feel to be born on the exact same day as ur bias huh. like thats crazy. not tagging her account bc she said she wants to remain "mysterious" wtv u suck. anyways happy 21 years old to both u and seunghan <333

GENRES ↬ fluff, romance, seunghan is sick, this is really just a short drabble i whipped up, lil suggestive esp at the end

WORD COUNT ↬ 1K

It was early afternoon, and you were humming as you made your way into Seunghan’s room. 

“Seunghan, isn’t it about time you took a break? I brought you some coffee.” It was right about the time Seunghan usually took a break, and you smiled as you knocked on his door and stepped into his room. 

He was sitting at his desk, hunched over his essays, completely absorbed. He barely glanced back at you, then turned back to face his work again. “Mmm, thanks. Just leave it there. I’m right in the middle of a very good creative burst, and you’re probably busy, too, so… you don’t need to stay.”

“Hmm? Okay, if you say so.” That wasn’t like him though–normally he welcomed you with a hug and kiss, no matter how busy or inspired he was. You frowned for a moment studying his back, and then you stepped closer, putting his coffee down and leaning in towards him. “Arthur, is something… hang on a minute!”

“Y/N, wait–”

You ignored his words and pressed your hand against his forehead, and sure enough… he was burning up. “Seunghan, you’ve got a fever!”

“Damn… you noticed,” he muttered, a weak grin tugging at his lips.

“Of course I did! Now put that laptop away and get into bed!” You shot him a stern look as you half-led, half-dragged him towards the bed. He was so unsteady on his feet that when you gave the lightest push, he practically collapsed onto the mattress.

“Am I dreaming, or are you actually pushing me down onto the bed? You na—” His teasing was cut short by a fit of wheezing coughs that left him breathless.

You crossed your arms, trying to look more annoyed than worried. “I’ll do more than push you down onto the bed if you don’t stop joking around and get some rest!”

“...Okay, okay.” Seunghan let out a long, loud sigh of resignation, and then he slumped back against the pillow, his eyes falling shut.

You tucked him in, and then hurried off to get some medicine, water, and a cool cloth for his forehead. 

Why the hell was he pretending to be fine, though? He clearly felt awful, and all he had to do was just tell you…

You sighed to yourself as you knocked on his door, and then hurried into his room without waiting for an answer. “Seunghan, I’m back–”

“Y/N…” His voice was hoarse, interrupted by another round of coughing. “...ahh, dammit, should’ve just locked the door…”

Wait. Locked the door? What was he talking about? You paused, a flicker of confusion crossing your mind, but quickly shook it off. That could wait. Right now, he needs you to focus on getting him better.“I don’t care about that right now,” you said, determined as you walked towards him, arms full of medicine, cold water, and a damp cloth. “I brought reinforcements.” Your doubts faded as you focused on helping him, determined to make him feel better, no matter what secrets he was keeping.

But before you could get too close, Seunghan lifted his hands, weakly making shooing gestures. “...Don’t come any closer,” he rasped, his voice barely holding together. Then, through labored breaths, he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “When I’m better… I’ll be as wild as you want me to be… to make up for it. I’ll be better soon, right?”

For a moment you just stopped and stared at him, but suddenly everything fell into place in your head. “Seunghan… when you were pretending to be busy earlier, and talking about locking the door– Was that all because you didn’t want me to catch whatever it is you’ve got?”

“...Got it in one.” He let out a deep, exhausted sigh, rolling onto his side as he gave you a tired, lopsided frown. “I knew if you realized I was sick, you’d go into full-on ‘nurse mode’… and I can’t let you get sick too. You’re already juggling so much… you don’t need to be fussing over me…”

Even through the fever and discomfort, his eyes were clouded with worry—worry for you. It was enough to make your heart ache, a bittersweet reminder of why you loved him so much. Even when he was feeling miserable, his concern was all for you.

“Besides, I can’t stand the idea of having you right here… but not being able to do anything with you…”

You rolled your eyes. Never mind. His annoying side was definitely still alive and kicking.

He still sounded so genuinely distressed even while making jokes that you couldn’t help laughing. “If you’re well enough to be thinking about that, then you’ll be feeling fine again in no time. Look, Seunghan, I’m really grateful that you care so much. But I care about you too, okay? So let me take care of you.”

“Fine, fine, alright already. And… thanks, Y/N.” Seunghan sighed again, and the smile he gave you was both troubled and relieved.

His small smile made your heart swell. Even in moments like this, it was clear—he wasn’t just grateful, he was reassured by having you by his side.

—-

Three days later, you stopped by Seunghan’s room first thing in the morning and he grinned at you as he sat up and stretched languidly. “Mmm, see? No more coughing, no more fatigue! I’m quite the picture of health.”

Seunghan had cut you off with a sudden kiss, one hand coming up to twine in your hair and pull you closer as he pecked teasingly at your lips.

You blinked in surprise. “What was that for?”

“Don’t you remember?” he murmured, his voice low and playful. “I promised I’d be as ‘crazy’ as you wanted to make up for things once I was better. It’s been three days, and I’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for... and let’s just say, I’m feeling very ‘crazy’ right now.”

His grin was wicked, and suddenly, you knew exactly what kind of “crazy” he meant.

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[faegoddessog]

Stroke Yourself For Me

A/N: Soooo, I've been dipping my toes into digital art this week... Decided to whip this up today to go along with this little window into the fuckery that is my mind. I'm still learning (though I've done sketch art my whole life) Yes I used (several) reference pictures. I fear some of the values may be off, and of course I see all that is wrong with it... but I'll never tell. lol!

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Summary: Just a little moment when introvert time becomes exhibitionist time.

Warnings: Mature Material 18+, Masturbation, Mess, lil' bit'o praise, Fingering, PiV

It had begun just cuddling on the couch. Just quiet time. He was reading on his 

kindle, thumbing through the pages. She had sat down a foot from him, her own tablet in hand. She knew he needed introvert time and didn't want to interrupt. She just wanted to be near him.  Without looking up, he opened one arm towards her in the universal invitation for snuggle time. 

She slid under his arm and into his chest. Once settled, she let out a big sigh of contentment, he kissed the top of her head. 

It was like that for a while, until she came to the dirty part of her story. She was so sucked in, that she didn't realize she was muttering little oh’s and mmm’s of appreciation. 

Without letting on, Austin started reading over her shoulder. His fingertips unconsciously caressing her upper arm. His keen fingers that he could hold in just such a way as to look delicate, as though water were dripping off the tips. There were countless photo shoots of him, but none of them showed the reality. Not one gave away  just how strong and persistent those long fingers could be.

It wasn’t until he shifted, adjusting to give his dick just a little more room, that she noticed his e-reader was laying face down on the cushions. 

She turned to look at him. His eyebrow twitched and his jaw tightened, fire kindled in his eyes  She twisted in his lap to reach his mouth with her own. He had pulled her in hungrily. 

Now, she matches his desire easily, running her hand down the old tshirt that covered his chest, then up under it. He reaches over his head, and grabs the back of his shirt. It momentarily divides their face as the fabric passes between them.

Just the heat of his skin under her hand is another level.  She plays at the hairs of his chest and his hand roams down to the curve of her lower back. His mouth is on hers again, devouring, demanding. His tongue is just that little bit extra in her mouth. As he pulls back, in ebb, she sucks that rich of his lip in, the tip of her tongue flicking along the fullness. 

Lower, lower, lower her hand wanders as his glides around the curve of her ass.

She runs a finger along his waistband, teasing his skin with her fingernail. The muscles of his stomach tighten in and attempt to pull away from her ticklish touch. He smiles against her lips, humming out a tiny laugh. She can feel his sweet little cupid’s bow twitching against her lips. She pulls back to look at him, her pupils dark  with want.

“Sorry, didn't mean to tickle.” her voice comes out sultry and low. 

“S’ok,” he purrs out, capturing the beauty that is his bottom lip in his teeth. 

He wants her, wants everything to do with her, He’s so fucking in love with this woman. He’d endure anything for her, from her. He’s about to tell her this, when  her tongue rims her rosy pink lips and he loses all train of thought. What she could do with that tongue, he knew, was pure sorcery.

She leans in, pulls his lip out from under his teeth with her thumb and flicks her tongue against it in little kitten licks. All just a minor distraction from her hand as it continues to explore the rim of pants. She tugs at the button of his jeans, but her angle doesn't lend itself to ease of movement.

In one swift snap of his fingers, he slips the round brass stud from its capture, his zipper follows suit and he exhales at the sudden space his now hard cock is afforded. 

She cups him gently through his briefs as her tongue continues to make promises to his mouth that she may or may not keep. 

His groan, low in his throat, is everything to her. She loves him beyond words  and  would do nearly anything to hear that sound rumble in his chest. The sound of desire, of straight up need. His need for her.

Together, they free his cock, exposing it to the cooler air. He hisses as a stray hair he must have missed is caught in the zipper. 

“You ok?” her concern written on her face.

“Oh yeah” he rubs at the sting. She catches his movement out of the corner of  her eye.

“MMMM,” her eyes narrow as an idea forms in her wicked brain. 

Together, they work his pants down just enough to keep the toothed metal away from his sensitive flesh. 

She takes in the sight of him, shirtless, pants only partly on, freckles sprinkled over the surface of him, like kisses from Ra. She walks her lips over her favorite ones;  left pec, the three that slant across his midline like Orion’s Belt, and the darkest one down and to the left from his belly button. The last conveniently near the tip of his cock. 

The fact that when he was freed and hard like this, he could drip precum just above his belly button always made her wet. In fact there was a dewy drop threatening to fall right now. She slowly laps along the tip once, twice.  

The breathy ‘oh’ that falls out of his mouth makes her hips pulse forward.

Yes, when she first laid eyes on his natural asset, she had been nervous. It was just… big. He had seen the look on her face and luckily, he knew just what to do, how to handle her. He had worked her so sweetly and thoroughly with tongue and fingers that she begged him for it. When he entered her slowly, deliberately, she had rocketed straight up and was bounding over the precipice of her orgasm within a handful of strokes. 

Anytime she lays her eyes on it now, her Pavlovian inner walls prick with heated blood flow. It turns out that he fits perfectly into her cunt.

His hand alights at his base.Holding his big cock gently away from his belly between thumb and forefinger, offering himself up to her in whatever form she wanted to take him.

It was hot, in fact, everything about him was heat itself. 

Now, she trails her fingers lightly up his magnificent shaft.The grin on his face at her touch was all the encouragement she needed. 

She pitches forward, dominating his mouth. Her hand wraps around his and pulls it onto his shaft. 

“Stroke yourself for me,” she says against his lips. Before he can protest, she produces a bottle, seemingly from thin air. Clear liquid dribbles in a line along his shaft and over his tip. 

He freezes as the cool sliquid drips onto his fingers and skin. This was not what he had in mind. In fact, he had never done it in front of her, or anyone for that matter. 

“C’mon baby, show me how you work that gorgeous cock,” she murmurs in his ear, sensing his hesitation.

Her sultry voice, her hot breath on his skin, the way her hips press against his leg leaves no space for the embarrassment that was trying to surface.   

“Please, Sugah”  she slips ever so slightly into a prettily demanding southern accent. The one that always gets her what she wants, the one that has come to drive him wild. 

“I- I don’t usually use this hand,” his mind trying to hold the two opposing thoughts of wanting to yet not. 

“Hmm, quite the dilemma then huh, cuz that’s the one that’s messy and this other one is busy bein’ all ‘round me.” She snuggles deeper into the crook of his arm. 

He tries moving the muddled hand. It feels awkward to him, like he’s never touched himself before. 

“I don’t know baby, it’s … I’m…” he stutters, those high cheekbones flushing as he breathes out what could almost be a petulant sigh. 

“You can do it,” she encourages, “we are in no hurry my love, just close your eyes and find what feels good.” She trails her fingers over the ridges of his abs. 

He nods, licking over his bottom lip before trapping it with his top teeth again. He shuts his eyes. He starts with his thumb and first two fingers, slowly up and down his now slick shaft. Short strokes become longer ones as his hand finds a metaphorical footing.

Her fingertips trace down to his legs, her nails scratch light lines up his thigh. He moans as even through the jean material, the sensation adds to his pleasure. His hand starts to grip, fisting up and down his cock. 

She watches the muscles of his forearm pop as he pauses now and then edging himself just a bit. His eyes are still screwed up tight, little lines forming between them on his forehead. The way his lips fall apart is just delicious. 

“Fuck, baby, you are so hot, I love watching you pleasure yourself,” the murmur in his ear spurring him on. More lube drips from the bottle onto his tip, then into her hand. Her palm gently cups around his balls.

“Oh fuck yeah,” it comes out more breath than vibration as his eyelids flutter. The tips of his fingers dig into her back as she massages his sac. 

The tension travels outward: squirming hips, wave of motion up his arched spine, his chin tilted up. All of it before his abs tighten and curl him in. She can tell his body just wants to fuck, primal and instinctual.  

His strokes move short and fast over his head, then long and slow over his whole length. 

Little fretful moans begin to escape him, like he’s begging for permission to cum, even though he’s in total control. 

“That's it.  You gon’ cum for me?” Her voice drips over him like honey as she drapes her leg over his. 

“Uh huh,” comes his simpering reply.

She starts to tongue the nipple nearest her, sucking in the tiny nub, grazing it with her teeth the way she knows he likes it. 

His whimpering moans are like music to her ears. His glutes flex, his feet try to find purchase, his body is shaking.

“God, it’s so sexy,” she says more to herself than him. Her pussy squelches in her panties as she presses against him, desperate for friction against his thigh. 

His edgy , percussive sounds give way to deep grunts. His hand stills as his hips jut forcefully forward, fucking his length up into the ring of his fist. 

She can feel his testes tighten to his body. 

“Let me hear you sugar.” She extends one wet finger behind his balls doing her best to stay light and steady in the storm of his passion. His hip thrusts rub the pad of her finger across his tight little pucker. It is his total undoing. 

Long, loud growls accompany the strain of his hips and gnashing of his teeth. His pelvis tucks and his abs are rock hard.

White cream spurts from his tip, a milky line from his sternal notch to his belly button and back again. He seethes, air hissing in and out from between clenched jaw.

“Good boy, that’s what I want,” she rises. In one motion she straddles his chest, skirt hiked and rubs her cotton panties on his cum covered chest. She’s not even thinking right now, her need is cardinal. 

His hand is still on his cock, arm trapped under her leg. He never thought someone riding his chest would be so fucking hot. 

Still panting, his other hand wiggles its way under the sticky fabric. His fingers find the wettest pussy he ever felt. The fact that his jerking off is what has her clit drowning like this is not lost on him.

She drives back onto his fingers, leaning forward over him to let him get deeper. Her tits jiggle under her shirt. She lifts it and feeds him one of her nipples. He eagerly suckles, just like she likes. 

“MM, can you get deeper?” she moans, 

“You want my dick, it’s still hard,” his voice is low and sultry around her nipple.

She doesn’t answer, not verbally at least. Her body says it all as she scoots back and  he pulls the sodden cotton aside as though he’s done it a thousand times. She gyrates her hips, seating his tip. 

 When she finally slides back. They both groan loudly; he at the warm heat enveloping him, she at being so utterly and perfectly filled. 

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[daegutowns]

salt and sesame seeds (lsm)

tags: puppy love, bf!dokyeom, gn!reader, established relationship, dokyeom is such a wholesome boyfriend, his eyes only see you, you’re the light of his life, but you cannot take him anywhere, everything is a side quest, dokyeom loves words of affirmation

grocery shopping with your boyfriend was always fun. he always found a way to cheer you up. a lot of things reminded him of you, and you would be the first to find out. dating dokyeom has always been that -- fun. you can’t count the amount of times he has tugged on your sleeve and said, “hey, y/n, doesn’t this remind you of--” and proceeded to remind you of a funny moment you had together. it was almost impossible to stop smiling around him. 

but sometimes the smile didn’t stay…. and it was usually because you cannot take this man anywhere. 

“we should get this too,” dokyeom said, grabbing another bag of chips and dropping it in the cart. “limited edition holiday flavor!” 

without waiting for your response, he grabbed another box on the shelf. “and this one,” dokyeom added in again, holding up a box of rice crackers. “you like these when it’s cold outside.” 

you wonder how you got here. you were supposed to go make a quick grocery trip alone before dinner since your boyfriend was still out with his friends. he wasn’t due back until right before dinner, so you still had time to run to grab a bottle of salt and sesame seeds. 

your plans were derailed when you saw dokyeom and his friends on the walk over to the grocery store. as soon as he saw you, his eyes lit up, bid his friends a quick good-bye, and ran over to trap you in a big hug. he was always sooo happy to see you. if you didn’t know any better, you would be able to see his lil’ tail wagging back and forth. 

and that’s how you ended up at the grocery store with your boyfriend with a cart full of snacks, chips, and no salt or sesame seeds. 

you watched him hug his cookies as he studied the aisle once again. “mmm, y/n, i think we should get these chips too. they’re your favorite, right?” 

“kyeom, we need salt and sesame seeds,” you told him, eyeing the lack of ingredients in the cart that you came for. 

his head whipped around to you, puppy eyes activated. “are these not your favorite anymore?” he asked you, worried about his choice of chips. the boxes of cookies were dropped into the cart immediately, but his hands were reaching for the chips already. 

your heart melted, unable to stay annoyed at him. “no, they’re still my favorite,” you replied with a smile on your face. you wrap him up in a hug, leaning your cheek on his warm body. “thank you for thinking of me.” 

“you don’t have to thank me, you know,” dokyeom hummed as he closed his eyes in content. he loves your hugs! his arms wrapped around your waist comfortably. 

“i know, but i want you to know i love you,” you replied, your voice slightly muffled by the material of his sweater. “let’s grab the salt and the sesame seeds so i can cook for you.” 

your boyfriend was the first to pull away, excited. “why didn’t you say so before?” dokyeom pushed the cart over to the spice aisle with a renewed vigor, completely forgetting about the overwhelming selection of tasty treats and snacks he was previously enraptured with. 

you could barely contain your smile. “yah! wait for me!” you giggled, chasing him down. 

by the time you got there, he was grabbing at the brand of sesame seeds you two usually used and was throwing it into the cart. “hurry, y/n. i get to taste your cooking tonight, so we need to get home sooner.” dokyeom told you, feeling giddy. 

“you goofball,” you laughed. “now you wanna hurry up? what happened to your million snacks?” 

he leaned over to you and planted a quick kiss to your lips. “my apologies. i’m just excited.” 

ugh, he always had a way of making your stomach erupt into butterflies -- even now!

even at the checkout line, you could see him bouncing since he was so excited. his card was paying for everything (even the extra cents for some plastic bags) before you could even register the old lady at the checkout telling you the total. 

“what a sweet couple,” she commented with a smile. “enjoy your night, you two.” 

“thank you,” you both chimed back, taking your bags of food. 

as you stepped outside into the chilly weather, dokyeom’s arm brought you closer to him to share his warmth. his lips pressed onto your forehead in an affectionate kiss. “i love you, y/n.” 

“i love you too, kyeom.” 

[punksyeet]

- Halloweekend ❥

Plot: Jon and Trin are known for hosting the best holiday parties. So when Gianna (OC) and Josh attend their Halloween themed one, they have a great time — in more ways than one.

Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut!

A/N: this one-shot was originally written and posted on my wattpad at the beginning of this month, so ntm on me posting a spooky chapter damn near thanksgiving! please and thank you! 😭

anywho, hope yall enjoy! 🩶

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"Aye baby!" my man calls from downstairs. "You almost ready?"

"Coming!" I call back, unplugging my hair straightener and putting it away.

It's officially HalloWeekend and Josh and I were invited to Jon and Trin's costume party tonight.

He's going as the Joker & Trin, Galina, and I are going as sexy fairies.

I check that my makeup is to my liking, spray some yummy smelling body shimmer, and grab my purse.

"Good lord baby," Josh coos as I walk downstairs and to him.

I blush as he lifts my hand, twirling me.

"You like?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck once I’m facing him again.

He licks his lips and caresses my lower back. "Like? Mama, I love it."

I smile and stand on my tippy toes to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"We might have to use this outfit some time," he continues, grabbing handfuls of my ass through the tiny dress.

"Joshua!" I scold, playfully whacking him.

He snickers and buries his head in my neck, giving me sloppy and wet kisses.

I bite my lip and tilt my head to give him more access. "Mmm baby we gotta go. Trin is gonna kill us if we're late."

"We can be a lil late," he mutters in between kisses against my skin.

"Babyyyyy," I whine, cupping his face and pulling it away gently. "We can finish this later, yeah?"

He sticks out his lower lip and I giggle before kissing it, then wiping my lip gloss off.

I take his hand and lead us to the front door. "Come on my sexy Joker."

He smirks and brings my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles.

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"Thank you love," I coo as Josh takes my hand and helps me out of the passenger seat.

"You're welcome my lady," he replies, and kisses my hand.

I smile, squeeze his cheeks gently, and pull him in for a kiss before we head inside.

"BODYYYYYY!" Trin squeals once she sees me.

I laugh and she runs into my arms, giving me the biggest hug.

"You guys look amazing!" she says excitedly, hugging Josh next.

"Ma'am look at YOU!" I reply, snapping my fingers and getting low in front of her.

She bursts into laughter, pulling me back up, and wrapping me in her arms again.

"You guys really outdid yourselves this year," Josh compliments, looking around at all the decor.

There's tons of stuff: from pumpkin lights, to garland, to cauldrons, and even a smoke machine.

"Thanks uce," Jon chimes in, walking up from behind us.

"My brotherrrr!" I squeal, making him laugh and pull me into a hug, rocking us back and forth.

Throughout my time with Josh, Jon has truly become the big brother I never had.

We became close super quick and, whenever Josh and I have a falling out, he's always there to whip his brother right back into shape.

I love him to pieces! <3

"How you doin, girl?" he asks before taking a sip of his beer.

"I'm good!" I reply excitedly. "Super excited to be here. Thank you guys for inviting me."

"Please girl, you know you're always welcome!" Trin chimes in, placing a hand on his back.

Jon nods in agreement and kisses her temple.

They're so cute!

I smile as Josh places an arm around my waist.

We all share some more small talk until Galina arrives and all the girls head out back. 

"Go have fun," Josh reassures me when everyone is gone. "I'm gonna hang with the guys in the living room."

"Sounds good baby," I reply, smiling and giving him a hug.

He hugs back and playfully whacks my butt.

I pull away and we share a quick kiss before I head outside.

I open the sliding door and step into the backyard.

"Lookin good girl!" Talisua, Jon and Josh's mom, calls when she sees me.

"Hi mama!" I call back, walking over.

We share a kiss on the cheek before she wraps me into a hug.

"How are you, my love?" she asks, squeezing me super tightly. "It's so good to see you."

"You too!" I reply, hugging back. "I'm doing well, yourself?"

"You know me girl," she exclaims, pulling away and turning back to the grill. "Cheffin' it up for my heifer sons and nephews."

I giggle and hug her shoulders. "You kill it on the grill, Tali. I don't blame 'em one bit!"

She laughs and pecks my cheek once more.

We share some more small talk before I head over to the girls.

Gali, Trin, and I spend time taking photos and making tiktoks until the food is done.

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** Josh's POV **

Gi and I have been here for about 3-4 hours and most of the family already left and went home.

It's mainly just the cousins / cousin-in-laws now, and we're all sat around Jon and Trin's bonfire in the yard.

"I'm gonna run to the bathroom," Gi announces, rubbing my thigh before getting up off my lap.

Everyone acknowledges her and goes back to their conversations, as she bends down to place a kiss below my ear and prances away and into the house.

This girl is gonna kill me one day.

I catch a quick glance of her ass in her costume and, before I know it, I'm painfully hard.

I do my best to hide and ignore it for a good 2 minutes, until I can't take it anymore.

"I'm gonna go check on Gi," I lie before getting up and heading inside myself.

I make a beeline to the nearest bathroom and crack the door open to see my lady leaning against the wall, her arms folded across her chest and a sly smirk on her face.

"What took you so long?" she coos sexily, walking over to me and wrapping her arms around my waist.

I shake my head, closing and locking the door behind me. "You did that on purpose, huh?"

She bites her lip while opening the rest of the buttons on my top, then slides her hands up my abs and chest. "Maybe."

"You naughty lil girl," I mutter, before closing the distance between us with a wet and sloppy kiss.

She automatically responds with a smirk, sliding her tongue against my lower lip and moaning in the process.

** smut warning! **

I scoop her up by her thighs and place her onto the sink.

Without breaking the kiss, I take my shirt off and toss it aside, as well as lift up the bottom of her dress.

"You sure about this?" she asks breathlessly, placing her hand on my chest and pulling away from the kiss. "I mean, we've never..."

Her voice trails off and I lick my lips, thinking for a minute.

We've never done anything nasty anywhere except in our bed - let alone outside of our own home.

But right now, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

"Princess," I begin, pushing her lace thong to the side and rubbing her folds gently. "As long as you're comfortable, I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

She throws her head back and moans quietly, moving her hips and practically riding my fingers.

"Look at you ma," I tease, pumping my fingers in and out of her clit. "Riding my fingers on a damn sink. You're so needy."

"O-only for you da-addy," she coos in between moans, still squirming.

I smirk and slide my tongue up her neck and just below her ear, leaving light hickeys on the way.

"J-Joshua! Da-daddy please!" she calls out, gripping the wrist of my hand that's inside her. "I'm s-so close already!"

"Let go mama," I mumble in between kisses against her soft skin. "Gimme that shit. Let loose for me."

A couple moans later and the entire sink, as well as her pussy and my fingers, are a mess.

"I....I made a mess," she mumbles innocently.

I chuckle, sucking her juice off my fingers. "No worries, baby. You did so good for daddy."

She blushes lightly, before I lean down and give her a quick kiss.

"I love you baby," she coos, cupping my face. "Thank you for always taking care of me."

I smile. "I love you too, pretty mama. More than you'll ever know."

We share another kiss and finish cleaning up.

“Cmon baby,” I say, holding out my hand. “My nosy ass brother is gonna tease us if we spend a minute longer in here.”

She shakes her head, her arms folded across her chest. “Aht aht.”

I raise an eyebrow and she drops to her knees and ties up her hair.

“I gotta thank you properly baby,” she coos sexily, rubbing my hard on through my jeans.

“B-baby….fuck,” I utter between moans, cupping her face. “You don’t gotta thank me. I-it’s my job.”

But before I can rebuttal any further, she’s already got my shit in her hands, jacking me off.

This girl knows just what I love.

“Mmmm,” I moan, stroking her hair. “Princess I-I need that mouth of yours.”

She smirks and immediately takes me into her mouth, her wet tongue swirling around my tip.

“G-Gi! Baby! Fuck!” I whisper, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

She takes me deeper and deeper, and eventually, starts deepthroating my shit and sucking my soul.

A couple seconds later, I feel a pit in my stomach, signaling that I’m gonna nut.

Feeling me tense up, she sucks harder and faster, grabbing ahold of my thighs for balance.

“That’s it baby,” I moan breathlessly, guiding her by her hair. “Get yo nut.”

As the warm liquid pours out of me and into her mouth, she sticks her tongue out so I can watch.

“Fuuuuck girl,” I say just above a whisper, pushing her hair out of her face. “You look so damn sexy like this.”

She smirks, swallows it all, and stands up.

** smut over! **

“You’re daddy’s girl forever,” I remind her, pulling her in by her waist. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

She nods, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing the corner of my mouth. “Always and forever.”

I smile while stroking her face and we share a quick kiss before getting re-dressed and leaving the bathroom.

"You guys were gone for a while," Jon teases with a smirk, before taking a sip from his beer bottle as we walk back outside.

Called it!

Gi blushes and I roll my eyes. "Man shut up!"

"Yeah Jon, shut up!" Trin chimes in. "Let the horn dogs be!"

Jon bursts into laughter and Gi playfully whacks her, resulting in Trin laughing and hugging her.

About an hour later, we decide to head home.

"Thank you again for having us," Gi says, before Trin pulls her into a hug.

"You're more than welcome any time," she replies, squeezing her tightly.

I smile and we all share our goodbyes.

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** Gianna's POV **

"Did you have a good time?" Josh asks, after we get under the covers.

I smile and nod. "The best."

He smiles back and wraps me in his arms.

I look up and brush our noses together. "Thank you for today, baby."

He flashes me a gorgeous smile and presses his lips to mine.

I kiss back and stroke his face, admiring his features once we pull away.

Soon enough, I get super tired out of nowhere and start yawning like it's nobody's business.

"Get some sleep mama," Josh coos, massaging my hair. "We had a long day."

I nod, kiss his chest, lay my head on it, and drift off to sleep.

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F L I C K E R || H//azbin H//otel

lil s//taticm//oth because i'm going insane kink!v/al because reasons

Val's lower arms come to rest on Vox's thighs. The tech mogul repositions himself along Val's hips which earns him something between a grunt and a growl. The moth's upper arms reach up, one hand curling around a lean shoulder and the other pulling at the lapel of his blazer to yank him back into a kiss. As Vox leans in, his screen flickers just slightly. It's slight. Barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention. But Val is always paying attention. His tongue glides up the flat, smooth surface, feeling the strange static hum on his tastebuds. "Mm, trouble, amorcito?" he asks as his tongue snakes back into his mouth.

Vox peeks a red eye open, "Huh?"

Val's smile sharpens. "Nothing."

He pulls Vox closer by the hips, digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. He feels like starting a fight. It'll make this so much sweeter. Vox is always so much sexier when he's on edge.

Shoving back, he yanks his head away from Vox's mouth and narrows his carmine eyes.

"You're distracted," he accuses.

Vox blinks. He looks surprised, then his expression flattens into annoyance.

"The fuck? No I'm not."

"You are. You think I don't know?"

There's that flicker again. It's a little more pronounced this time. A whisper of static around the edges of his screen, as if someone just gave the side of his box a good whack. Vox is oblivious to it, or at least he's pretending to be. Arousal pools in Val's gut.

"I have plenty of other people I could be fucking, Vox."

"Why do you always fucking do this?" Vox complained, "I was just getting into it."

"Then why are you doing that?"

Another wobble of his screen. It passes in an instant.

"Doing what?!"

Val scrapes a gold plated claw down the edge of his casing. Again, the screen twitches and this time, it comes with a soft, uneven inhale on Vox's part.

"Hhih..."

"You're all...glitchy," Val grins.

Vox wrenches out of the path of his hand and recovers, "Fuck off, no I'm not. Are we doing this or can I get back to work?"

Val leaned back into the chair, smug. "That depends." "On what?" Vox snapped.

"If you're going to just get it over with and sneeze already."

Vox's hypnotic eye went wide and crazed for a moment, the other tightening in clear aggravation.

"I'm not--" "Oh, but you are," Val murmured, dropping his voice low, "I know you, baby."

As if enticed by the mere suggestion, Vox's screen flickered again. This time, he acknowledged it with a slight twist of his expression. He blinked hard and shook his head. Val could hear his fans whirring in earnest.

One of his hands went up the sinuous curve of Vox's waist. He felt his ribs expanding in his palm. "Hiih..hhh..." Vox's screen began to fade with his breath, winking out as he slowly lost control.

"Mmm, I thought so," Val grinned.

Vox's screen went completely black before he whipped to the side with a face full of grey, crackling static and--

"H’AEHHZZSCH'ah!"

"Hey," Val murmured as he watched Vox's expression slowly filter back onto his screen, his pixelated eyes squinting in itchy limbo. Val grabbed the side of his face, turning the Overlord towards him with a forceful tug. "Don't turn away from me."

Vox gasped, planting a hand in Val's chest to try and put some distance between them as his head snapped down with a poorly contained second sneeze.

"hH’NGXtssh!"

"And what have I told you about holding back?"

"For fuuuhcks saake, Val," Vox managed to roll his eyes as his screen glowed erratically.

Val pulled him closer, listening to his fans working overtime, the whine of his internal processors trying to dispel the irritant. There was one heavy inhale, and then another. Vox's chest pressed against his desperately.

"Ghh...hg..."

As much as he wanted to be close, he enjoyed the show far too much to miss the front row seat. Val leaned back once more and watched hungrily as Vox's expression snapped and popped with stray tendrils of wayward electricity.

Finally, he gave in, sneezing freely into Val's lap.

"eH'HTZ҉Z҉S҉H҉IEW!" The power in the building whined as it overloaded and filled every room with blinding light. Somewhere overhead, a lightbulb popped. Third time this fucking month.

Vox groaned in the aftermath. His expression returned to his screen, slightly dazed, undoubtedly annoyed.

"So sneezy," Val praised him his arms pulling the other Overload close once more as he sniffled scratchy, static sounds into his ear.

"Fuck you," Vox muttered in a congested voice. But he melted into Val's touch, rubbing the flat surface of his screen along his shoulder for some relief.

"Are you done?"

"Think so." "Shame."

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

teen!gojo satoru x reader - super short oneshot in which you go on your first real date

This made my heart feel so full, I absolutely loved writing this. I'd so super totally write a part two, maybe a second date or something? please leave a ❤️ if you want part 2, so that way I know if it's worth writing...although I might still write it anyways.

words: 1582

warnings: cursing, dirty jokes, mushy stuff, and ice cream biting.

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"Whatcha lookin' at?"

Satoru's playful voice startled you a little as he put his arm around your shoulder, leaning down so your faces were next to each other. Your eyes were now on him and not the inside of the jewelry store you were in front of, His circular sunglasses resting on the tip of his nose. You had been walking with him, but a pretty ring in the store caught your eye, so much so that you nearly forgot you were on your first date.

well, your first real date. You and Satoru had been dating for some time now, both of you training to become sorcerers at Jujitsu Tech, but it dawned on the two of you that you never hung out together with the explicit intent of being romantic. you both immediately planned a date in town, wanting to walk, maybe shop, definitely eat, and all around just have a good time.

"Nothin'," you responded nonchalantly, scanning the town square to find a good place to stop and eat. You tapped at your cheek, stomach rumbling as a couple of vendors caught your eye. "What do you think, takoyaki or..." You looked over, seeing your normally clingy boyfriend was missing. Your head whipped back and forth, searching for him, before getting a glimpse of his signature white hair in the window of the same jewelry store you were just looking at.

You watched as he handed the clerk some cash, grabbed a bag, and walked out with that same confident and carefree stride he always had. Once he exited, seeing you just at the entrance, he grinned down at you goofily. "Oh heyyyy Usagi-chan, fancy seein' you here," He said blithely, as if he wasn't by your side less than a minute ago.

"Heyyyy toru, whatcha got there," you asked with mock curiosity, already knowing what he had. He just shrugged, plopping the bag in your hand before sniffing at the air and mumbling, "mmm, takoyaki." well, it's settled, you're getting takoyaki. You opened up the bag, seeing 3 boxes stacked neatly on top of each other. How many boxes does one ring need...? Turns out just one, because he had bought you the ring, a necklace, and a bracelet.

"Uh- Satoru, you didn't have to-" You looked up, and he was gone again, the bastard. You looked around in a similar fashion as before, but this time he popped up behind you, arm around your shoulders once more. "didn't havta what?" He held two takoyaki sticks in front of your face, two more in his other hand. After a pause, you just grinned and chuckled a little. "You're a special lil guy, huh," you teased, taking the takoyaki as he walked the two of you to a big tree in the center of the shopping district. It had a raised structure around the base, perfect for sitting beneath the shade.

"I'm your special lil guy," he countered, sitting cross legged next to you. For the next hour the two of you sat, ate, and talked under that tree, playing games and goofing off like teens did.

"Ok, Ok, hold still," He snickered as you turned around. It was his turn to trace a drawing on your back, which you'd have to guess once he finished. His skinny index finger, gently dragging across your back, went in delicate waves and lines, one half circle, one straight line, another half circle leading to yet another line, and a final bump up and then down. It was so obvious, your predictable boyfriend.

"Satoru," you asked sweetly.

"yeah," he said in between giggles.

"Is that a penis?"

"..."

"..."

"You're really good at this."

You both burst out laughing, you leaning back against him and he doubling over you. The sight was heartwarming, Just two teen lovebirds enjoying each other's company. You looked up at the pinkening light filtering through the trees, then to Satoru's loving gaze. Something about it just took your breath away, the way someone so easily distracted can have eyes only for you.

"Let's go get some ice cream," you offered, sitting up and brushing yourself off. "mmmm yeah, let's go to the one over there," he said, pointing at an ice creamery known for their giant towers of soft-serve. You nodded quickly and hummed in agreement, the two of you standing from your spot beneath the tree and taking the short walk over.

The shop was relatively small, but it had a few people enjoying themselves inside. It was a little surreal, being around normies as two sorcerers in training. Like, to them, you were both just a normal couple, albeit highly attractive. You watched as two girls giggled and blushed at the both of you, and as much as you'd like to say you weren't a jealous person, it kind of made you twitch. You shook the feeling off, knowing you were being irrational, and your attention was quickly grabbed by your boyfriend yanking you away and saying, "look!"

He saw two pinball machines in the corner, the sight immediately making the both of you light up. they were pretty beat up, but seemed functional. "Loser has to give the other one a kiss," Gojo said, which made you giggle a little. "so then...you get the same thing if you win or lose?"

"...Alright alright, so I'm not amazingly right all the time, It's difficult being so perfect sometimes! how about..." you chimed in, a competitive gleam in your eye as you said, "Loser pays?" He gave a mischievous smile, holding his hand out for you to shake. You took it, and he pulled you in for a kiss while slipping a coin in his machine. You gasped, betrayed by your one true love. "Asshole," you yelled with an astonished grin, getting a coin in your own machine as quickly as possible.

The two of you played for a solid 30 minutes, keeping the ball out of the holes (Something he joked about incessantly while trying to distract you) and accidentally breaking several records. The game was getting heated, crowds surrounding you as you two played neck and neck. "Hey Usagi-chan," Gojo taunted, clearly about to talk trash. "What," you panted, because while not physically taxing, a game of pinball this competitive had you holding your breath.

"I love you."

"Huh?!" you whipped your head around to him, eyes wide. All 3 of your balls sunk, and Satoru was the winner. "Yes!" He cheered, arms flying up as everyone clapped. He looked over at your flabbergasted face, arms lowering as his viciously prideful smile turned into a gentle, more loving one. "I really do," he muttered to you, trying not to let anyone in on the moment.

That failed, however, when you panned to the crowd and raised your own arms up in victory. "He loves me!" The audience was silent for a moment, before giving an uproar of applause. You looked back at him, he was so adorable when he was laughing like this, and smiled brightly. "I love you," you muttered back to him, taking his hand in yours.

The two of you ended up getting free ice cream after attracting so much business, and when you walked out you realized how late it was. Stars were twinkling in the sky, although they were just about drowned out by the twinkling lights of Tokyo. He watched as you gazed up at them, making sure you weren't going to trip as you walked. He took the opportunity to lean in, get real close... and BITE the top of your ice cream off.

"Hey," you gasped, although you didn't sound all that offended. "What? Your flavors are different than mine." He licked his lips, BITING into his own strawberry and mint chip ice cream. odd combo, but not bad sounding.

To get back at him, you leaned in to steal a little of his ice cream, but he was too fast for you. You tried again, and again he pulled it away. You went back and forth like this about 5 times over before you finally got a taste. Unfortunately, the only reason you got any taste was because your face smashed into it.

"Bleh," You groaned, wiping off the ice cream on your nose and chin in one smooth motion before shaking the excess off your hand. He laughed, grinning stupidly as he joked, "Man, our first date and your face is already covered in cream." You rolled your eyes, wiping what little was left on your hand on his shirt. "You wish," you teased, unable to stop smiling and equally unable to stop blushing.

You pulled out your phone, checking the time and seeing it was past Jujitsu Tech curfew. "We gotta go back," You sighed, looking back up at him. "But I haven't proposed my undying love for you yet," he pouted sarcastically, finishing off the cone of his ice cream. You handed him yours, no way you were going to finish it anyways.

"You'll just have to wait until next time," you sighed, a hand on his arm. He was already almost finished with your ice cream, dude was serious when it came to sweets. "So...there's gonna be a next time," he asked gleefully, before standing up straight and pretending to find the news unimpressive. "I just knew it, my boyish charm is too much for you to handle," he sighed, taking your hand in his.

Maybe, just maybe, he was right this time.

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this thing went on for way longer than I was expecting, it was supposed to be around 600 words, but I loved it! Can you tell I've been hyperfixating on him? As always, leave a comment on what you liked, what you didn't like, or literally anything, I love reading them!

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22. Fallen angel

I wasn’t sure what to do for today’s prompt! But here I am. I had to re-read some OG lessons, so definitely be aware of spoilers if you haven’t read them. Specifically past lesson 76 in OG because what happened in there lives rent free in my brain.

This is just me having fun, and tying the story to my silly lil poly ship - Mammon/Solomon/Paula (my mc). This fic is in Mammon’s POV. Enjoy? Prompt list by @obeymetournaments !!

“And in the end, I’d do it all again” - The Kids Aren’t Alright by Fall Out Boy

Mammon’s body had never ached as much as it did right now. The air whipped around him, as he grasped at nothing.

He could see feathers in the air around him, his wings no longer heavy on his back. Soft cloth instead replaced with leather in an instant.

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

He didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know where everyone else was.

All he knew was that he was falling, and the clouds were getting further and further away.

He’d like to believe that was the only cause for his blurry vision, but the wetness against his cheeks and burning of his eyes said otherwise.

He didn’t know how long he fell for, or when he had hit solid ground again. All he knew was that moving around may become his biggest regret, it was dark, and Lucifer was standing above him.

No longer dressed in white and shining, but instead cloaked in black, unfamiliar horns taking the place of the halo he knew so well.

He thought he could hear voices calling him, but he didn’t get to find out before his vision went black once more.

——-

Mammon grumbled, having stopped squirming long ago after accepting his fate. Thick ropes dug against his skin, even through his clothes they were uncomfortable.

“Damn Lucifer. I told him I was gonna handle it…”

He was alerted by the sound of shoes stepping onto the stairs, and he mentally prepared to either beg or be messed with more.

“Paula?”

That was the last person he was expecting to see.

“So, what did you do this time?”

”I didn’t do nothing-“

Narrowed eyes had him cutting off his own voice. He huffed, avoiding the subject.

”Ain’t ya supposed to be out with the others?”

”Told ‘em I felt sick,” Paula shrugged as she picked up his sunglasses that had fallen. She placed them over her own glasses, or attempted to. They sat crooked.

Mammon ignored the way his chest squeezed at the sight. He studied her instead as she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a yellow pocket knife.

“W-What are ya doin’ with that- Paula, that’s sharp-“

”Don’t squirm, dummy, I’m trying to cut this without cutting you. And I can’t do that if you’re wiggling around. Trust me for once.”

Mammon went still, and quiet. He did trust her. More than he could admit, or would want to.

”Ya don’t look sick.”

”Mmm. Maybe I just missed you around. Maybe my feet were hurting. I’ll let you believe what you want.”

Mammon’s face grew hot and he couldn’t stop the soft growl from leaving his throat. Leave it to Paula to say things that made his head spin. Or maybe it was all the blood that had rushed there.

Still, she had a slight flush to her cheeks as wel after saying that. Had she meant it? She said flirty things like that with Asmo all the time.

“When did you get a knife?”

”Today actually. I was tired of untying knots to get you down.”

”Ya got that, just so you could get me down? Is that why it’s yellow?” Mammon smirked at her. He couldn’t help himself.

Now it was her turn to snarl at him. Her ears turned such a bright shade of red, Mammon found it comical. It could rival Lucifer’s nail polish.

”I could leave you here, y’know.”

”Yeah, then your little knife would be useless. Besides, you’re still cutting my ropes as you say that.”

”Dumbass.”

”Human.”

Once Mammon’s arms were free, he worked on untying the knots around his legs while Paula hacked away at other pieces. It wasn’t long before he was finally free, falling into a heap but back on solid ground.

“Damn, I think falling from the Celestial Realm hurt less than that.”

He stretched, hearing some joints protest after being in the same position so long. He ruffled Paula’s hair, even as she protested. The way she pouted at him made it all worth it.

“…Can you still remember when you fell?” Paula asked him timidly, but curiously. She had stopped holding back with asking him things a while ago. Her curiosity always won. And Mammon was happy to be useful, if he could answer that is.

”Yeah. Unfortunately, fortunately, whatever. Sometimes I get nightmares about it, but not so much anymore…”

Paula looked away. She knew what nightmares were occupying him nowadays. The same one’s that haunted her.

“Hey. Don’t look all sad, and don’t feel bad for askin’, hear me? It’s in the past. I wouldn’t change it.”

And he wasn’t lying, He wouldn’t change it.

——-

”I know what’s goin’ on here! You’re all tryin’ to mess with me, aren’t ya? That’s gotta be it!

”Anyway, you. Take Asmo and Levi back to the House of-“

”I’m afraid there might not be time for that.”

”Solomon! You came!”

“I did. So, can any of you remember his name? Paula, how about you?”

Mammon swore his head head had never whipped around faster. He stared at Paula, holding his breath to hear her response. Mammon. Mams. Mammoney. He would take anything.

But she just stared at him with her head tilted, and her brows furrowed like when she was trying to solve a difficult problem. He watched her hand as it began to fiddle with her necklace- the necklace he gave her. It was what she did when she was nervouis.

She could see the pleading in his eyes. She tried to remember, but nothing felt right. She didn’t want to disappoint him. It was like it was on the tip of her tongue.

”Dammon!”

”C’mon, what was THAT?!”

Mammon may have been hurt, but the way Paula's shoulders slumped and the look she gave him kept his mouth shut from saying anything else. She looked like a kicked puppy.

"Ma...My love?" She tried again, the smile on her face not reaching her eyes. Hesitant. Waiting. Not wrong, but not what he wanted to hear, needed to hear.

Still, he smiled at her and nodded. It was close enough. He'd take it.

——-

”Sorry… what was your name again?”

”What the…?! C’MON!”

”Don’t feel bad, Simeon. No one seems to be able to remember Mammon’s name now other than me.”

”You need to do somethin’ about this! Right now!”

Solomon simply smiled at him and reached his hand out, brushing his fingers against Mammon’s cheek affectionately. Mammon blushed, doing his best to glare at the sorcerer. It was unfair that his touch could calm him down so easily. Such a small action but it somewhat eased the ache in his chest as he watched his boyfriend mingle with the others.

He was glad someone remembered him, but he needed Solomon to do something about this right now. He didn’t like this, didn’t like that everyone was slowly forgetting him. Even Paula. Especially Paula.

Naturally, his gaze drifted to her. He missed the way she’d tease him when she caught him staring. Now she looked frustrated every time their eyes met, the smile falling from her face. He moved closer to her, pulling her away from the others.

”Oi.”

”…Hey.”

”Not even gonna try, huh?”

”Don’t wanna hurt your feelings when I get it wrong.”

She couldn’t meet his eyes. That wouldn’t do. Mammon poked her cheek.

”Ignoring me ain’t much better, is it?”

”…Sorry.” Paula mumbled sheepishly, the tips of her ears turning red. He missed that reaction.

“Mammon. It���s The Great Mammon to ya. Make sure it sticks to your brain this time, eh?” He smirked, slinging an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. Bracing himself for her to pull away. He didn’t know if all she had forgotten was his name.

Paula didn’t pull away. She stiffened up as she always did when people were around, but she didn’t pull away. It took her a second, but she wrapped herself around him, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

Now Mammon was the one freezing up. He hadn’t prepared for this reaction. He went to say something, but stopped when he heard her mumble.

”What? Ya know I c-can’t hear if you’re hiding your f-face like that.”

”Home. You feel like home, even if I don’t remember your name.”

”Shut the hell up. J-Just remember my name, and we’re golden, a-alright? Save that for when we’re alone, dumbass.”

”Hm. Okay….Mammon.”

——-

Mammon and Paula sat next to each other on his bed - the guest bed - after she said she wasn’t done partying for the night. He had one hand on her knee, covering one of her hand’s with his own.

“So, you can see me, right? I’m completely visible and stuff? Do you remember my name?

”…What was it again?”

Mammon felt his blood run cold, his heart squeezing, until he saw the mischievous glint in Paula’s eyes.

“Hey, quit jokin’ around! Seriously, that’s not cool! Anyway, um… I gotta say, I’m glad I’m back to normal. ‘Cause there was a lot I couldn’t do in that state. Like, y’know, kiss…”

Paula raised an eyebrow at him, the corner of her mouth tilting up in a lopsided smile. He missed that look. He was about to comment as much, before he felt soft lips press against his own, and a hand cupping the back of his neck.

“…Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I was tryin’ to get you to do that or anything… Still though, it’s a pretty good way to make sure that I really am visible, right?”

”Hm…”

”Don’t stop now, Paula. I want to be REALLY sure…”

They were both startled by a knock on the door. They both turned to look, relaxing as they saw familiar silvery hair.

”I hope you both haven’t forgotten about me. I wasn’t the one sucked into a black crevasse, now was I?”

Solomon stepped into the room, draping his cape over a chair before approaching the bed. He cupped Mammon’s face, pressing his forehead against the demon’s.

”I have to admit, I missed seeing your face towards the end there.”

”Of course ya did. I-I mean, who wouldn’t?” Mammon scoffed, rolling his eyes and grumbling. Even as his hand found Solomon’s wrist and gripped it, even as he nuzzled into his hand.

Though he would never admit it. And no one pointed it out. They were just glad to have Mammon back.

It wasn’t long before they ended up in a pile of limbs, pressed close against each other, with Mammon in the middle. Paula had curled up against his chest, ear pressed against him to hear his heartbeat. And Solomon was curled against his side, chin resting on his shoulder and a hand stroking his hair.

“Ya both really missed me, huh?”

”Yes.”

Mammon’s face burned at the two quick and simultaneous replies. He huffed, rolling his eyes, but staying silent. He missed them too. Maybe he should become invisible again if it meant attention like this.

——-

“Mammon, wake up-“

”Darling, you’re dreaming-“

Mammon gasped for breath, sitting up with a start and jostling the two people on either side of him. He heard a thud and a yelp, or he thought he did, but he was too busy trying to focus.

”Hey, you’re alright.”

He felt a cold hand slip into his own, and a hand cupping his cheek. Where..? Falling. All he remembered-

“You’re in my bedroom, Mammon, you’re okay. Feel my heartbeat? Focus on that.”

A warm hand grasped his own before he felt a steady thumpthumpthump under his palm.

Not in pain. Not wounded. He was okay. He opened his eyes and blinked groggily, making out two concerned faces. He leaned into the cold touch.

”Awake now?” An amused voice asked him. Warm.

”My, my, must have been a bad dream if you flung Paula off so hard she hit her head.”

Mammon grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah… When I fell. Was dreaming about that.”

”I’m sorry…“

”That would explain the thrashing then…“

Mammon shrugged, stretching and losing the cold and the warm touch at the same time, He rubbed at his eyes, managing a sleepy grin.

“‘S alright. I wouldn’t have you both if I hadn’t fallen. So, I’m glad I did. I wouldn’t change it for nothin, ya hear me? It was worth it. I’d fall again and again for you both, or whatever.”

There was a beat of silence as the two humans processed his words. He was always more truthful when groggy. Solomon and Paula both exchanged smiles, before tackling Mammon against the bed.

“OI- DON’T CRUSH ME DAMN IT!”

“Dumbass. Idiot. I love you.”

”Agreed. I love you as well.”

”Tch… Love you both too…”

Falling really had been terrifying, following without hesitation. But he would do it in a heartbeat for more moments like this. The pain from back then couldn’t compare to the love he had now. He wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Note: hi it's three am when I finished this. I am eepy. My poly ship lives rent free in my brain sorry. I'm not sure what this was. But it's here. Okay good night.

[choccyhearts]

it's been really rainy and gloomy lately, and i'm just picturing renfield adorning his beloved rainbow sweater and whipping up your favorite snack to lighten the mood like the lil' househusband he is <3

brings your favorite juice as well, freshly made, as you sit on the couch, telling him a story. he listens intently, holding onto each detail you give. the rain pitter-patters against the many windows of renfield's apartment. vanilla scented candles burn and glow, filling the apartment with a cozy atmosphere.

after tidying up the kitchen, he finally retires next to you on the couch. you untie the apron around his waist and toss it elsewhere. as he situates himself, you begin to eat the snack he's prepared. he holds his breath, waiting for your approval. for the first time in his life, he's not waiting for someone's approval because he has to, but because he wants to hear his loved one enjoying his food that he prepares with care and love.

you let out a soft, "mmm," and sigh happily, always proud of renfield's talents. he lets out his breath and relaxes fully. the rain picks up outside as the two of you share a blanket, wrapping up tightly to share heat. content and safe in your own little home the two of you have built...

idk why but everytime it rains i find myself daydreaming about my sweet renfield <333