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We Need To Leave - N / Cha Hakyeon

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Prompts: “The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, explicit scenes, pet/nicknames, nudism, nipple licking, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, hair pulling, oral(male and female receiving), cum tasting, handjob, blowjob, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare.

18+ Permanent Warning: Reader is on what your preferred use of protection is, aside a condom unless stated otherwise.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You watch as Hakyeon poses for the camera for the shoot and watch as he lowers his gaze, you didn’t think that a simple shoot would cause you to lose your mind, the clothes he had on and the way he posed for the camera looked so breathtaking, and you just wanted to have a moment with him alone to feel his warm body underneath your hands and run your fingers along his tanned skin and watch as sweat would slowly start to coat it. You shake your head, hoping to shake those thoughts from your mind, before looking back at him as he was getting his hair fixed.

“Are you daydreaming about doing him?” Taekwoon says from next to you, which makes you gasp and turn your head to look at him so fast, that it almost gives you whiplash. You feel your body slowly relax, and you know you have already given away what you were thinking of.

“Taek… a warning next time,” You say, breathing a little harder. “You could have given me a heart attack by sneaking up like that,” He shakes his head and looks towards the set where the shoot had started once more.

“The group photos have already been taken,” He says before he looks down at you. “He doesn’t necessarily need to be here until the end of the session,” You could see a faint smile on his lips and look away from him, you knew what he was insinuating. “Or would you rather wait it out?”

“Taek…” You sigh. “Wouldn’t it be rude of me to pull him away from this shoot?” You look down at your lap, you did want to get him home and get him alone. “I feel like it would.”

“Nonsense,” He says, and places his hand on the back of your chair. “Neither of us would mind, trust me, if you ask Jae, he would be fine with it too,” You swallow and begin fiddling with your fingers.

“What would I be fine with?” Jaehwan asks as he steps next to Taekwoon, your head falls to the side as you let out a whine. “Now you have to tell me,” You could hear the curiosity in his tone.

“Y/n, here, is daydreaming about Hakyeon, and I have a suspicion it’s something naughty,” Taekwoon says, you feel your cheeks heating up at his words and move your hands to cover your face.

“Ohh, is that so?” Jaehwan asks and places his hand on the armrest of your chair. “Should we help you convince him to head home with you early?” You could feel him smirking right at you as he asked, the smugness in his tone coming through strongly.

“Jaehwaaannn,” You whine, keeping your face buried behind your hands. “Stop it, okay, both of you, please stop,” Your cheeks felt flush with embarrassment, and you knew they wouldn’t easily let the topic slide.

“What are you two doing with my girlfriend?” You hear Hakyeon’s voice, you part your fingers and look towards his direction through your fingers and see him approaching you. “Baby, are they embarrassing you?”

“We’re not,” Taekwoon quickly says. “But there is something that she does want to ask you,” You close your fingers and squeeze your eyes shut, cursing him in your mind. “Let’s give them a moment alone, Jae,” You hear their footsteps walk away, and you let out a sigh as you feel Hakyeon’s eyes burning on you.

“Gosh… I thought they would never leave,” You nervously say with a chuckle in your tone. You lower your hands and keep your gaze on the top of your thighs. “Are you finished with the shoot?”

“Yes, I'm finished with it,” He says. You hear him crouch down in front of you before his hand comes into your view, and he gently places two fingers underneath your chin and lifts your face, you avert your eyes to the lights behind him. “Hey, hey, no, look at me, what did you want to ask?” You take in a deep breath as you feel your heartbeat picking up and drumming just a little louder.

“Well… it’s stupid, actually,” You sigh. “Taek just saw me thinking and assumed, I mean he didn’t assume wrong, but… It’s not important,” You bring your hand up to his and take hold of it. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Now I am going to worry about it,” He says with a soft smile on his lips. “Seriously, it can’t be stupid, tell me,” You could see the slight concern in his eyes mixed with curiosity as his brows furrowed slightly.

“Well, it’s just… the more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave,” You say and begin playing with his fingers. You could feel his eyes on you as he watched you, and your skin only grew hotter underneath his gaze. “Hakyeeoon,” You lift your head to look at him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He asks with a light chuckle in his tone. “I’m just wondering what you mean by, you think we should leave?” You could see something swirl in his eyes, but you weren’t sure exactly what, you lick your lips.

“You know what I mean by that…” You whisper. “Your outfit and the way you pose and look at the camera…” You were keeping your tone low, hoping that nobody would hear what you were telling him. “Okay, it… it turned me on, okay?” His smile widens at your confession.

“It did?” He asks. If you didn’t know he was smiling so wide, you would have heard it in his tone. “As much as I want to feel how much it did turn you on, let me go talk to everyone, and then we can leave,” You nod your head, and he squeezes your hand before releasing it to go talk to his manager and everyone else.

As you enter the home and the door shuts, he spins you around and pushes you up against the door, one hand is on your waist while his other hand is on the side of your neck, his face inches away from yours, and you could feel his breathing against your lips, you move your hands to grab onto his shirt and stare into his eyes. You could feel the tension between you both quickly building and the temperate slowly rising, his scent quickly fills your lungs as his warmth surrounds you, you tug on his shirt, and he instantly leans in, his lips brushing against yours and your eyes shut. They felt soft and warm against yours with a hint of americano lingering on them while the kiss almost felt desperate as it deepened, the want and need could be felt as they moved with yours.

His hand drops from the side of your neck, and you feel your shirt being lifted, your noses brush against each other’s and his teeth graze against your bottom lip before you feel him tug on it lightly, you release his shirt and lift your arms as you feel your shirt reaching your chest. He releases your lip and pulls the shirt over your head and down your arms before tossing it down the hallway, you open your eyes as his hands move down to your ribcage and curl into the fabric of your bra and lift it upwards, carefully removing it and making sure not to accidentally hurt you in the process before tossing it behind him somewhere near your shirt.

“I think you were right about us leaving early,” He says and leans closer. His lips make contact with your jaw, and he kisses his way down your neck and towards your collarbone, your hands move to his hips and you curl your fingers into his shirt, bunching it up into your hands as you pull it up before you move your hands directly onto his skin to feel his warm skin underneath your touch as you slide your hands higher up his sides, his shirt riding higher until you grab hold of it once more. He pulls away from your collarbone and lets you pull his shirt over his head and down his arms, you drop it to the floor by your feet and place your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth from his body radiating onto yours.

“I’m thinking I was right too,” You whisper and slide your hands down his chest and over his stomach, feeling the ridges of his softly tones abs underneath your fingers, he takes hold of your hands just as they reach his pants.

“Let’s take it to the bedroom,” He says. You nod your head and squeeze his hands before you gently push yourself away from the door, you quickly step out of your shoes, and he does the same while continuing to hold onto his hand, almost falling a few times as you do which causes you both to laugh at how clumsily you became as you’re trying to rush. Once your shoes are off you make your way to the bedroom while carefully stepping over the scattered clothes on the hallway floor as you reach the bedroom he pulls on your arm, pulling you against him which makes you place a hand on his shoulder to stop you from fully smashing into him while your other hand squeezes his hand, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Your breasts squish against his chest and he leans down, his nose brushes against yours and moments later his lips are against yours, your eyes closing at the feeling of him kissing you deeply while slowly walking you further into the bedroom, you move your hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck and curl your fingers into his hair while he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, and you feel him sucking on it, the back of your legs hit the bed, and you squeeze his hand to let him know that you’ve reached the bed before you fall backwards onto it.

“Hmm,” You moan into the kiss before he pulls on your lip and releases it, your lips feel warm and swollen from how deeply and needy the kiss was, and you are breathing a little heavier than before as you open your eyes to look at him. He unwraps his arm from around you, and you feel him carefully push you back, and you immediately sit down on the bed while releasing his hair, he leans down, and you lay back as he follows you, his free hand pressing against the mattress, and he moves one knee between your legs and rests it on the mattress as he hovers over you.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” He softly says and lowers his head to the front of your shoulder and plants a soft kiss against your skin before leaving a trail towards your breasts, he pushes your hand he’s still holding onto against the mattress and his lips reach your sternum. “Feel free to let me know if I’m going too slow for you,” His hot breath against your exposed skin was making you grow wetter and your skin grows warmer.

“Take as long as you need, I might repay the favour later,” You say, which makes him chuckle as he moves his head to one of your boobs and licks a slow stripe over the bud before blowing cold air against it, you could feel the bud instantly hardening at the cool air. “Gosh, Hak…” You move your hand to the back of his head, sliding your fingers through his hair until you feel like you have enough of his lock in your hand. You loved to grip his hair and pull on it to let him know how good he made you feel, and you had quickly learned how much he loves it when you do it. He lifts his hand away from the bed and moves it to up your other boob, squeezing it before moving his head towards it.

“Do I love these so much, baby,” He says. All of you, everything about you, he absolutely loved, from your soft tummy that had rolls on it, which you absolutely despised, to your smaller boobs which his hands were definitely too big for also, but he had said they fit perfectly in them, and he could hold them just fine. It did take a lot of convincing, but he eventually made you realise just how much he loves every perfection and imperfection you had. He lowers his head, and you feel his lips against your nipple before he takes the bud into his mouth and begins sucking on it.

“Shit, Hakyeon, oh, my…” You moan as you feel a shockwave travelling down to your pussy as he sucks on the nub, his nose was almost pushed up against the top of your boob, and you could hear him breathing hard against it, the tip of his tongue flicks over your nipple, and you feel your clit twitch at the movement. “Yeon, shit, oh, my gosh…” Your heart was drumming loudly, and you were pretty sure he would feel it as he held onto your tit. He lifts his head, and you feel him tugging on your nipple, which causes a ball of tension to form in your abdomen before he releases the bad. “Shit, Hakyeon, oh…” He slides his index finger over your nipple, and you feel him circling it as he spreads his saliva more onto it, you press your toes against the floor as you feel your muscles wanting to tense up.

“Your calves are going to start aching, put your heels down,” He says and releases your boob and moves his hand towards the other and slides his thumb over your nipple, you could already feel your muscles wanting to burn in your calves.

“It’s a little hard when you’re making my body feel so good,” You say but slowly lower your heels back to the floor, he licks his lips as he lifts his head.

“New plan,” He says and releases your boob and moves his hand to your waist before you feel him shift you higher onto the bed, once he was sure you were high enough on the bed, he reaches down and slides his hand to the back of your thigh and lifts your leg. “Keep them on the bed,” He releases your hand and moves it to your other leg and grips the back of it before lifting it also, both your feet were now placed on either side of his body and your legs were spread around him, you release his hair and move your hand to the bed as you feel him slide his knee off the bed. He leans over you and places a single kiss above your belly button as his fingers curl into the elastic of your pants. “Lift,” You press your heels into the mattress and lift your hips off the bed, allowing him to pull your pants along with your panties down.

Once the clothes reach your knees you lower your hips and lift your feet just high enough for him to completely remove them, he tosses them towards the laundry basket’s direction but misses it by a few short inches. He grips one of your calves and lifts your foot from the bed, and you feel him pull your sock off and toss it in the same direction as your pants, he lowers your leg before doing the same to your other leg and sock, but instead of lowering your leg he keeps it lifted and leans closer and moves past your foot before turning his head and kissing the side of your calf just above your ankle before kissing along your leg and slowly lowering your foot to the bed as he reaches the inside of your knee.

“Hmm, your lips always feel so good on my body,” You say as you lift your head to look at him. His hands slide along your legs until it reaches the outside of your thighs, and you watch as he lowers onto his knees in front of the bed, his lips travel down the inside of your thigh as he wraps his arms around your thighs, pushing his shoulders up against the back of them and almost pushing your legs against your body which causes your folds to spread open with a squelching sound, and you rest your feet against the back of his shoulders.

“You sound so damn wet,” He says against the inside of your thigh, his hair tickling the inside of your other thigh as he leaves open-mouthed kisses behind as he moves his head lower, your breathing picks up as he gets closer to your pussy and your legs muscles tense, and you suck in your stomach just as his lips make contact with your mound, and he softly kisses it.

“Gosh, Hakyeon…” You sigh out and reach down and curl your fingers into his hair, his lips move lower as he leaves a trail of kisses over your folds before you feel him kiss his way upwards again until he reaches the top of your mound before his lips reach the creases of your hips, he unwraps one of his arms from around your leg and moments later you feel his fingers slide along your folds, feeling your juices coating his fingers as he slides them over your pussy.

“You’re so soaked, fuck,” He mumbles against your skin. He dips his fingers between your folds and slides them along the inside and collects more of your juices onto them, he kisses down the crease of your hip until he reaches your mound where he buries his face against it while running his fingers up and down along the inside of your folds. He takes in a deep breath before lifting his face away from your mound, his eyes drop to your folds where he saw them glistening with your juices. “How long have you been this wet?” You take in a deep breath as you feel his fingers slide past your clit.

“Ever since… the shoot started,” You slowly say, remembering how he looked and stared at the camera with the outfit he wore. “You just… I wish you actually could have brought that home,” He nods his head as he circles his fingers around your clit, making sure to avoid contact with the bundle of nerves. “The way you looked, I mean, Hak, you just, the way you pose… the stare, okay,” He lifts his gaze to look at your face. “Sometimes, I don’t think you realise that the most mundane thing you do makes my mind spin, or when you’re staring into a camera with such a… hard look,” You could see lust swirling in his eyes, the stare he was giving was making you grow wetter. “Like right now… just that stare, fuck, Hakyeon…” You move your free arm over your face, covering it as you feel your cheeks heating up.

“I love that you’re just admitting everything I do is a turn-on for you,” He says. You could hear the smile on his lips through his tone, he was very pleased with the stroke to his ego you had just given him. “I’ll ask them if I can buy the outfit, and then you can show me exactly what you wanted to do to me while I was wearing it,” You swallow and move your arm away from your face and lift your head to look at him.

“Okay…” You whisper while nodding your head. “But you don’t just turn me on…” You feel his fingers slide towards your sopping hole before circling back to the top of your pussy. “You make me feel all kinds of things,” You press your heels into his back as his fingers circle your clit, almost touching it. “Hakyeeoon.”

“Bad feelings too?” He asks as he pauses his movements as he waits for your answer, your muscles slowly relax, and you let out a long sigh.

“When you make me mad,” You say with a light chuckle in your tone, which makes him chuckle also. “But when we had a fight or when we’re apart for too long and I miss you,” Your hips lift from the mattress as he slides his fingers over your clit. “Shit, Hak, oh, gosh.”

“Luckily we’re not fighting now, nor am I all the way on the other side of town filming something,” He says as he rolls the nub underneath his fingers, using just enough pressure against it to cause your skin to heat up. “I’m right here, doing this, making you feel good,” He slides his fingers away from your clit and towards your entrance, you lower your head as you feel two digits slowly pushing inside you and causing a light stitch for your walls.

“Ohh, shit, Yeon, fuck,” You moan and arch your back as you feel his fingers plunge deep inside you and his knuckles pressed up against your pussy. “Gosh…” He curls them inside you, and you gasp and suck your stomach in, he turns his fingers inside you as he extends them and the sound of your juices sloshing goes through the air. “Ohh, oh, hmm,” He lowers his head, and you feel his nose brushing against your folds. “Hak, Hak, oh, my fucking…” Your back arches more as you feel his hot breath washing over the bundle of nerves before his tongue presses against it, your grip on his hair tightens as you feel his lips wrap around the nub, he pulls his fingers from you until just the tips remain inside you before plunging them back inside you.

“F-fuck, Hak, oh, my, your mouth… your fingers…” You gasp as your toes curl against his skin as he pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly while rolling his tongue over your clit, which causes a hot tingling sensation to begin making its way up from the tips of your toes. “H-Hakk!” Saliva was starting to build in his mouth as the taste of your juices burst in his mouth.

“Hmm,” he hums against your pussy and the vibrations from it quickly shoot up your spine and your eyes fall shut, his tongue disappears from your clit, and he begins sucking on it which causes slurping sounds to come from him and make you tug on his hair as your walls tighten around his fingers.

“Hakkyyeeoon!” You whine as you feel the tension building inside you, his fingers continue moving in and out of you and the sloshing sound becomes louder, and you're breathing deeper. “Ohh, my gosh…” You push your head back against the mattress as the hot tingling sensation spreads through your entire body. “Hak… I…” Your mind was becoming hazy while he continues sucking on the bundle of nerves and as his fingers turn inside you, your muscles tighten as you feel a third digit sliding inside you and stretching your walls just the slightest bit more. “Ohh, fuck, Hak, Hak, I…” Your words get cut off as you feel his fingers brush near that sweet spot inside you, which makes you gasp and pull on his hair as your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids.

“I’m…” Your words get caught in your throat. Your heart was drumming loudly in your ears, and you could barely hear him slurping at your juices and his spit that was spilling from the corners of his mouth. “Y-yeon…” Your stomach muscles tighten and a thin layer of sweat coats your skin as the room temperature keeps rising, the bedding is sticking to your back as you try to move. “Ohh, my gosh, ohh, uhh,” You felt like you were on cloud nine as pleasure goes through you, you push your ass against the mattress as you feel yourself getting closer, his other hand firmly grips the top of your thigh to try and keep you from moving away from him which causes your insides to twist into a tight knot. “Yeon, I’m… I’m going to…” Specs of dust begin forming behind your lids as you get closer and closer to the edge, and your breathing gets shorter and more rapid. “Y-yeon…” He releases your clit from his mouth and presses his tongue against the nub before sliding it back and forth over the bundle of nerves, it feels like fire going through your veins as your clit was being stimulated with those quick tiny licks.

“I, oh, oh, SHIT!” You cry out and pull at his hair as you grip the bedding with your other hand and twist the fabric between your fingers, the specs of dust quickly turn into fireworks as the tension inside you snaps, and your body shakes with pleasure as you cum around his fingers and the squelching sound becomes louder as he pumps his fingers in and out of you faster. “HAKYEON!” You turn your head from side to side as your mind flies through the clouds. “OH MY GOSH, HAK!” His tongue was mercilessly against your clit as he gets you through your high, your walls pulsed around his fingers as your juices spill from around them, coating his hand with it as well. You pull at the bedding as your back arches, a shockwave of pleasure goes up your spine and down your legs. “HAK!” Your mind slowly comes down from the high, and you lower your back to the mattress, his fingers slow down, and he pulls his head away from your pussy, licking his lips clean as he does, your body fully relaxes, aside from a few twitching, before he pulls his fingers from you.

“Hakyeon…” You breathe out, you are covered with sweat and your body feels like it has a heater on it. You feel his arms unwrap from around you and moments later his body heat disappears from you, you open your eyes as you hear sucking noises coming from him, you blink a few times to adjust to the light before lifting your head and finding him licking and sucking his fingers clean. “Are you enjoying yourself?” He pulls his fingers back and moves his hand to the top of his thigh and rubs his hand over his pants, smearing the remaining juices and saliva onto the fabric.

“I am, actually, thank you for asking,” He says which causes you to lazily chuckle and sit upright, your hand is still lazily buried in his hair, and he is still on his knees in front of you, staring up at you. “Did you enjoy that?” You nod your head as you release his hair.

“I did, it felt so good…” You say and move your hand next to you and pat the spot. “Sit, it’s your turn to feel good now,” He nods his head before standing and sitting down on the spot you had just patted. “Gosh, you are so hard,” You state as you catch sight of the enormous tent in his pants. “Let’s get it out for you,” You stand from the bed and immediately move yourself in front of him and place your hands on top of his knees before lowering down to the floor onto your knees, his eyes follow your every movement as you settle in front of him, you slide your hands along the top of his thighs before reaching the top of his pants and curling your fingers into the fabric.

“I think I want to be inside you instead right now, I don’t think I’m going to last long,” He says as he lifts his hips, and you tug on his pants along with his underwear down his hips, careful not to accidentally have it get caught against his girth and ruin the moment, you get his pants and underwear to his knees and move your gaze to his cock, the tip was red with pre-cum oozing from the tip and leaking down his length.

“With how that looks, you might be right,” You say and pull his pants and underwear down his legs and over his feet before removing his socks as well. “But… I know you, you last so long,” You push everything aside before shuffling closer to him and placing your forearms on his thighs. “Let’s see if you can last just as long after I had my taste,” You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, his tanned skin was already coated with a thin layer of sweat and his hair was dishevelled from you pulling on it, and fuck, did it make your mind spin, he was such a delicious sight. You move your hand to his cock and wrap it around the base of him making him inhale sharply at the touch, and you slide your hand upwards, collecting the pre-cum that’s run down his length, you twist your hand around his length and spread his pre-cum over it and down to the base of his cock.

“O-oh…” He gasps. The squelching sounds from his juices fill the room as you twist your hand at the base of his cock before sliding it to the tip. “Shit, ohh, fu-fuck,” You slide your thumb over the tip, collecting the oozing cum from his cock and circle your thumb over the tip, which causes his breathing to pick up.

“Feels good?” You ask continuing to rub your thumb over the tip along his slit, which causes more pre-cum to ooze from him the more attention you gave to the tip of his cock. He lifts his hand away from the bed and moves it to the back of your head and curls his fingers into your hair, you feel your insides turn at the firm grip on your hair.

“So… good,” He manages to groan out between deep breaths. You lean closer, and he watches you intensely, your lips part and the heat from your breath washes over his cock. “Oh, fucking…” He grips the bedding with his other hand as your head gets closer to his cock, you slide your thumb away from the tip of his cock and slide your hand down his length, your lips touch the tip, and you slowly take him into your mouth. “F-fuck, you-ou’re mouth…” He tilts his head back and shuts his eyes as the warmth of your mouth engulfs the tip of his cock, the taste of his cum bursts in your mouth and saliva quickly builds, you take him a little further into your mouth while inhaling deeply through your nose and flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock. “Sh-shit, holy… fuck,” The feeling of your mouth and tongue was making his mind spin, his grip on your hair tightened, and he pulls on it as he feels you suck on him.

“Ohh, holy dear…” He gasped as his breathing was getting deeper and his muscles were tensing. “I need… need to be…” He lifts his head and opens his eyes to look down at you, they were dark, and you could see the need and want in them which causes your pussy to twitch and you to grow wetter, if it was possible. “Be inside… you,” You slide a little more of him inside your mouth and feel his grip on your hair tighten. “Sweetheart…” You feel your walls pulse at the sound of his tone. “Let it go, I need to be inside you,” You slowly lift your head, sliding his cock from your mouth as slowly as you possibly could. “Fuck, you’re teasing so much,” You release his cock with a soft pop from your mouth, which causes strings of saliva and pre-cum to break off onto your chin and his cock and the top of his thighs.

“I told you,” You say and tilt your head back to look at him fully. “I want to see how long you can last after I’ve had a taste,” He could see the mischief in your eyes and the devious smile on your lips, he released your hair and moved his hand to your chin and slid his index and middle finger over your chin, collecting your saliva onto them.

“Challenge accepted, baby,” He says with a tone that is just above whisper, and lifts his fingers to his lips and inserts them into his mouth and cleans them from your saliva. He pulls them from his mouth and stands from the bed, you release the base of his cock as you lean back on your knees and lift your head higher and watch as he steps around you. “Get on the bed, with your ass in the air and feet on the floor,” You take in a slow breath and place your hands on the bed and pull yourself onto it, sliding your upper body along the mattress until your legs were straight, and your feet were firmly on the floor and your ass in the air for him. “Just like that,” You feel his hand slide over the curve of your ass before squeezing it before releasing it and moving his hand to your hip, he takes his cock in his other hand and slides it through your folds, coating it with your juices, the tip travels towards your clit, and he circles himself around the nub which makes you grip onto the bedding with how sensitive you felt.

“Hak…” You moan and turn your head and rest your cheek against the mattress, feeling your breathing already picking up, he taps the tip against your clit, and you feel your legs wanting to give out beneath you as they twitch. “Shit…” He rubs the tip of his cock over your clit a few more times, long enough for a ball of tension to build inside you before he slides himself into your dripping hole. “Fuck, Hak-akyeon,” His cock slides inside you, spreading your walls around him and filling you. “Sh-shit, oh, my f-fucking,” Your jaw slacks and your eyes roll to the back of your head at how good his cock felt sliding into you, he unwraps his hand from around himself and moves it to your hip and firmly grips it.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me, taking me like such a good girl,” He groans, the feeling of your warm wet walls surrounding his cock and the sound of your wetness sloshing around was making his mind spin, you squeeze your walls around him purposely which causes him to snap his hips forward and push his full length inside you in one swift movement. “Fuck!”

“Hakyeon!” You both moan at the same time. He takes a moment as the only sound that fills the room is of both of you breathing loudly. “Hak…” You feel his hips move against yours before his cock slowly slides from you until just the tip remained inside you. “Ha-Hak…” Your back arches as you feel him thrust into you quickly. “Fuck!” He pulls back until his cock is halfway inside you before thrusting back in, repeating it over and over as he settles on a rhythm.

“I have to say,” He breathes out, his hands on your hips starting to slide as the sweat continues to build. “Skipping the remainder of the shoot for this…” You could feel your muscles tensing as your high begins building. “Worth it,” Your mind was fogging up as you heard your wetness sloshing as he thrusts in and out of you, the sound of your moans and his grunts filled the room and bounced off the walls. “It fe-feels so good, is th-this okay for you?” Your toes curl into the carpet as the tingling sensation goes up your legs.

“F-fuck, hmm, yes, yes, ohh,” You moan. “Mo-more than okay,” Another hot tingling sensation goes up your spine, and you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. “Fuck, Hakyeon…” You turn your head and rest your forehead against the mattress as you move your hands to the back of your head. “Ohh, my fucking…” Your words are almost muffled against the mattress, his hand slides from your hip and over the crease of your hip and slide it over your mound, his fingers slide along your folds before sliding them towards your clit causing your muscles to tense and your back to arch, you turn your head to the side and release your hair to grip onto the bedding. “HAKYEON!” He feels your walls clamp down around his cock, and he could feel his balls tightening at the feeling of your walls milking his cock to spill his load into you.

“Shit…” He groans as his breathing deepens and his muscles start to tense. “You feel so… good,” He circles his fingers over your clit and your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids, and you squeeze them tighter, you pull at the bedding, and he could feel your muscles tensing underneath his hold.

“I’m gonna… Hak…” You moan. The back of your legs were burning from the position you were in, and you could feel them wanting to start shaking and give out. “Haaakk!” His fingers continue rubbing your clit, and you feel the ball of tension growing tighter and bigger inside you, it feels sudden when the tension snaps and stars explode behind your lids and your body shakes as you come undone. “HAKYEON!” His other arm wraps around your middle to keep you from falling forward and causing his cock to slip out from you. Pleasure courses through your body as he continues thrusting in and out of you at the same pace while playing with the bundle of nerves and getting you through your high. “OHHH, OH, FUCK, YEON!” Your mind felt like it was floating through the clouds while your feet were starting to ache with how long your toes were curling into the carpet, but the pleasure just felt so good that the aching was the last thing on your mind. “Uhhh, Ye-yeon…” Your juices gush from around his cock and splatter onto the front of his thighs with every thrust, and the squelching sounds only get louder. “Sh-shit, so go-good!” You could feel tears wanting to form in the corner of your eyes as the pleasure almost felt overwhelming.

“I’m going to… pull out of you now,” He says between hard breaths. “And lay you on the bed,” You were slowly coming down from your high and barely registered what he said, he slowly slides his cock from you which causes some of your juices to spill onto your inner thighs and slide down your skin making you squeeze your lids tighter together at the feeling of it.

“Hakyeeoon,” You whine at the loss of fullness inside you and the warmth against you, he moves his hand away from your pussy, and you feel him pull you away from the bed before carefully turning you around, he carefully lays you on the bed and moves between your legs. He moves one hand down your leg and places it around his waist and with his arms still wrapped around you, he moves you further onto the bed with his body pressing flush against yours as he does.

“Comfortable?” He asks and unwraps his arms from around you, he turns slightly to look behind him and sees where your foot is before he turns back to you once he sees it is hanging from the bed and your leg is fully on the bed.

“Hmm, I’m comfortable,” You whisper and open your eyes. You blink several times to adjust to the light as you unwrap your leg from around his waist and place your foot on the bed with your knee bent, he sits back on his knees and shifts himself just a little closer to you, you feel his cock brush against your mound before he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and guides himself over your folds.

“Ready?” He asks. You could feel the tip already pushing against your entrance as your clit was throbbing with a heartbeat and your walls felt so sensitive, you weren’t going to last long at all once he was inside you again.

“Yes, yes, Hak,” You pant out, wanting to feel him inside you again, even with how sensitive everything already felt. “O-oh…” You moan as he pushes himself inside, stretching your walls once again. “Fuck, it feels so good…” You turn your head from side to side as you feel his cock sliding against your walls in a different position. “Ohh, my gosh…” Your back lifts and lowers against the mattress as your body reacts to the pleasure going through you, you slide your hands along the bedding before gripping onto the fabric.

“Hmm, ohh,” He grunts as he feels your walls pulsing around him as he slides deeper into you, his balls tighten at the feeling of it, and he feels his muscles wanting to twitch as his orgasm grows inside him, but he wanted to pull just one or two more orgasms from you before he would let himself fall into the pool of ecstasy with you, he leans over you and presses one hand into the mattress before slowly rolling his hips against yours, finding a slower rhythm than before. You release the bedding with one hand and reach up and slide your fingers through the back of his hair before curling them into his locks, you lift your foot from the bed and wrap it around his waist and dig your heel into his lower back.

“Hakyeon, oh my gosh, fuck,” You moan. He lowers himself onto his elbow and his body rubs against yours as he thrusts into you, his nose is so close to yours, and you can feel his breathing against your face, the feeling of how close he was against you was adding to the overwhelming feeling of emotions that was running through you. “I’m going to…” You could feel your insides forming into a ball of tension once again. “I’m not going to last long…” You lift your other leg and wrap it around his waist, hooking your ankles together behind his back, which causes his cock to shift inside you and hit you from a different angle. “FUCK!”

“Cum for me,” He groans out. “Don’t hold back,” He could feel the tightening feeling in his balls slowly sliding along his cock, a faint heartbeat had started to drum in the tip of it, and he knew he was getting closer to his high, you could feel his thrusts slowly becoming uneven and rougher. “Fuck…” He was losing all control over himself and you loved seeing it.

“Hak-Hakyeon…” You gasp. His hips snap forward harshly, and you feel his cock brushing against all the right places inside you, you push your head back against the mattress and your eyes roll to the back of your head and your lids shut. “OH GOSH!” The tension inside you snaps and your juices spill around his cock as you come undone once again, stars explode behind your lids as your body trembles with pleasure underneath his, he loved seeing you in such a blissful state, the way your face contorts into pleasure and the way you always let him know how good it feels. “SHIT, HAAAK!” You tug on his hair, and it almost feels like you’re tugging at his building orgasm, he lowers his head and buries it in the crook of your neck as he grunts while thrusting faster into you, trying to move as quickly as he possibly could to reach his high.

“Fuck, fuck,” He mumbles against your skin. He could feel his scalp burning from how hard you were tugging on his hair, his muscles tense and pull, and it felt like he wasn’t getting enough air into his lungs.

“HAKYEON!” You cry as another orgasm rips through you without any warning, your walls clamp down around his cock, and he squeezes his eyes shut and stops breathing for a few seconds, it feels like a shock that goes through his body as the tightening feeling reaches the tip of his cock and causes him to come undone.

“Ohh, fucking…” He moans as he lifts his head, leaning it back as he gasps for air. His load spills into you, mixing with your juices as it gushes from around his cock as it fills you. “Shit, shit, oh, fuck, yo-you’re taking i-it so good,” Your mind was still spinning as you feel his sloppy thrusts as he tries to get himself through his high, you squeeze your walls around his cock, helping him get through it while you try to squeeze every last drop from him as well. “Fuck, so good,” He swallows loudly, your grip loosens on his hair as you begin coming down from your high and his thrusts slow down until he’s only rocking his hips against yours, getting through the last few seconds of it. He lowers his head and leans his forehead against your shoulder, breathing loudly, you release the tight grip on the bedding, and you feel your hand ache from how long you had held onto it.

His movements come to a halt, and he stays on top of you, breathing in deeply as he tries to catch his breath, your heart drummed loudly in your ears as you also try to catch your breath and gather your messy thoughts, you could feel his stomach muscles still twitching against yours as his body begins calming down, you unwrap your legs from around his waist and slowly lower your feet to the mattress and slide them down until your legs were straight, he slowly lifts his hips and his soft cock slides out from you.

“Shit…” You mumble at the friction, your entire body is tingling as he lifts himself off from you and lays down on his side facing you. The temperature in the room slowly drops, and you can feel the sweat on your skin drying and becoming sticky, you turn your head to look at him, giving him a soft smile. “As always, you leave my body feeling tingly all over,” He chuckles and reaches for the top of your head and pushes a few strands of hair back. “How do you feel?” His hand slides down to your cheek and gently cups it.

“Really good,” He says. “I didn’t think I would last that long,” He traces his thumb along your cheek. “It seems like you know me better than I know myself,” You slowly turn onto your side to fully face him, he places his other hand underneath his head and props his head up. “How do you feel?”

“Good, like I said, tingly,” You say. “A good tingly,” He couldn’t help but smile at your words. “And filthy right now, gosh, the feeling of your cum spilling from me right now,” He chuckles and places his hand on the inside of your knee.

“Should I take a look and see how filthy it is?” He asks, you nod your head, and he sits upright and lifts your leg, a sloshing sound goes through the air. “Oh, that’s a big mess, we should go clean that,” He lowers your leg and lays back. “Let me go open the water, and then I’ll come and help you,” He gets up from the bed, and you watch as he walks towards the bathroom connected to the bedroom. The sight of his back and the sweat droplets sticking to his darker skin was absolutely beautiful, he disappears into the bathroom, and you sit upright and shuffle closer to the edge of the bed and let your legs hang from the bed, you place your hands behind you on the bed and close your eyes and take a moment to focus on your body, making sure nothing was hurting and there wasn’t any discomfort. You hear the water being turned on and a minute or so later you hear his footsteps coming out of the bathroom and approaching you, you lift your head and open your eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asks, wanting to be sure that you were and that nothing had started to hurt while he was away for just a few minutes.

“Hmm, I’m good,” You say. He leans down and wraps his arm around you and helps you to your feet. “Just took a moment to myself,” He nods his head as he firmly holds onto you. “And you?”

“I’m good,” He says. “I’m feeling good,” You nod your head as you slowly make your way into the bathroom with your legs that feel like jelly, and you are certain he was also feeling a little shaky. “Nothing’s hurting for me, anything for you?”

“No, nothing, everything feels good,” You say. You near the shower and feel the heat from it against your body.

“Good, I’m glad,” He says. “Ready?” He opens the door and the steam from it blows against your body.

“Hmm,” You hum, and you both slowly step into the shower. “Did you really mean when you said it was worth skipping the rest of the photoshoot?”

“I did,” He says while closing the shower door behind him. “And it was worth it,” He reaches for the bottle of soap and squeezes some of the liquid onto the palm of his hand before putting the bottle down, he lathers up the soap in his hands before pressing them against your shoulders and washing down your body.

“I’m glad to hear that,” You say. “Hmm, that feels nice,” He smiles as he washes down your stomach before going down to one knee and washing down your legs.

“Put your foot on my knee,” He instructs. You place your hand against the shower wall and lift one foot off the ground and place it on his knee. “Hand me the shower head.”

“Kinky,” You say as you remove the shower head with your free hand and lower it down to him, careful not to accidentally spray him in the face with it, he takes it from you and rinses his hands.

“You have such a filthy mind,” He says with a chuckle in his tone.

“I can’t help it, you’re on your knees in front of me, and you have the shower head in your hands, who knows what you’re planning on doing,” You jokingly say. He carefully cleans your pussy with the water, making sure not to directly spray it against your pussy knowing how sensitive you were, once he finishes cleaning your pussy he turns the shower head upwards and sprays you with it. “Hak!” You laugh as you move your hand in front of your face, but it is no use, you lower your foot to the floor as he laughs and turns the shower head away from you.

“That’s what I’m planning on doing with it,” He says, and stands from the ground and places the shower head back.

“You’re a menace,” You say, but with a big smile on your lips, you pick up the bottle of soap and pour some of the liquid onto the palm of your hand. “I will take my revenge, maybe not now, maybe not today, but soon,” He chuckles at your words, and you put the bottle of soap down and begin lathering the soap in your hands. “You just wait,” You begin washing down his body and bend down once you reach his legs, you carefully wash them before wrapping your hand around his cock and washing along it.

“Shit… oh, is this your revenge?” He asks, his cock was sensitive to your touch.

“Nope,” You say and stand upright. “It’s not going to be that easy,” You pull him underneath the water, and he pulls you against him, letting the water run down your bodies and rinsing the soap off, once everything was rinsed off, he closes the water and opens the door and steps out and immediately grabs your towel and turns to you as you step out, he wraps it around you before grabbing his towel and begins drying himself. “We should change the comforter, it definitely got covered in our cum,” You dry yourself off and hang your towel to dry and leave the bathroom with him not far behind you after he hung his towel.

“I can see the stains on it,” He says. You stop in front of the bed and your eyes quickly land on the wet patches on it, and a smile forms on your lips.

“That’s on you,” You say and turn to make your way towards the dresser. You pull it open and look around it. “You just… caused us to make a big mess like that,” He steps behind you and reaches into the dresser and pulls out one of his shirts and holds it up in front of you.

“Wear this,” He says. You nod your head and take it from him, he takes a step back from you as you begin pulling the shirt over your head. “And it’s on you too, it takes two to cause such a big mess,” You couldn’t help but laugh at the playful bicker you two are having. “You’re the one that started it all,” He pulls out a pair of boxers for himself and pulls it on, you reach in to grab a pair of panties only for him to grab onto your hand and pull it back. “No, no, as punishment for helping me cause such a big mess, no panties for you,” He shuts the drawer and turns you to him.

“No panties?” You ask. “Just your shirt?” He nods his head. “Sounds more like it’s going to be your punishment,” You watch as his brows furrow and confusion fills his eyes. “If I have to bend over, and pick something up… ohh, you’re going to have such a great view of almost everything,” Realization strikes him, and you pull out from his hold and make yourself towards the bed. “After this, we should definitely go and make a snack,” He swallows and takes big strides towards the bed as you begin pulling off the comforter.

“You’re right, we should,” He says and wraps his arms around you from behind, he rests his chin on your shoulder. “I could use dessert.”

[sabertoothwalrus]

I believe pretty firmly that it's really only the stylization that makes Chilchuck's age as ambiguous as it is, and that it'd be a lot easier to tell in real life.

and after a serious-ish comic here's a little bit of bullshit

[ex1acy]

WHO DECIDED TO GATEKEEP THIS.

credit: haekz (ig) I WAS TOLD THIS BY A COMMENT!!

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley with a user who basically kidnaps herself. CW : Masturbation, mentions of oral

It started with the little things. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise more frequently. You heard heavy breathing and a slick sound at night coming from your slightly open window. A blank account following your public instagram account.

You then started seeing him. A tall burly man that seemed to always appear In the corner of your eye. You never saw his face because of the balaclava he wore. And that frustrated you.

Hell, if a guy is going to stalk you, the least he can do is not hide his face.

Eventually, you got sick of it. You let the brute of a man follow you home as usual. Let him watch you 'sleep' through your window while he fisted his cock. And then when he went home, you followed him.

You honestly thought he'd catch you. Feel you watching him. Following him home. But it seemed that his post orgasmic haze rendered him vulnerable.

You followed the man to a nice looking home. Not huge or anything, but It was cozy.

You then watched through a window as he drank a glass of whiskey, before walking through the home to his bedroom.

You quickly rushed to the bedroom window, glad the blinds weren't fully shut.

The man then sat down on his bed, pulling something from his bedside drawer-hey wait, are those your fucking panties you lost? Sneaky bastard. Those are your favourite.

And now he's fisting his cock again. Only this time, he's taken off that stupid balaclava to sniff them and-oh.

Oh.

Fuck, he's hot.

Those scars, the dirty blonde hair, the slightly crooked nose from being broken so many times, Jesus H Christ.

Yeah. To say you were thinking of this mans face between your thighs was an understatement. He might genuinely be one of the hottest men you've ever seen.

You quickly went home, going to the blank account that had followed you, and with a few clicks, you found the guys private instagram. Simon Riley. He's not the only person who's good at stalking.

You then found out that he was in the military. A Lieutenant. Seemed to be really private. No matter though, you already knew where he lived.

The following day, you took the day off work, and broke into Simon's home. Moving almost all of your stuff in. He wouldn't mind.

Then, when Simon walked into his house he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you, sipping from one of his mugs, on his couch.

The woman he'd been stalking for nearly a year.

"I-what-what are you doing here?" He muttered, eyes wide as he took off his balaclava.

"You should have shown me your face earlier. I would have moved in ages ago" you shrugged.

"Moved in?" Simon almost squeaked.

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before you all panic, yes. There will be a part two :p

Edit! ~ there's a part 2 you thirsty animals ⟢ right here! ❤︎

[gojosprettyprincess]

Sometimes Nanami would “accidentally” leave his packed lunch at home just so his beautiful, angel of a wife delivers it to him at his workplace and show up in your cute little sundress that always looks so lovely and flattering on you. He adores you so much— he always enjoyed showing you off and letting all his coworkers see how gracefully gorgeous the woman he married is.

But it always ends up with you being bent over his work desk with your floral dress all hiked up around your waist while he’s on his knees, nose-deep into your gushy, cum filled cunt that he just stuffed his big morning load in not even three hours ago before he left for work, greedily eating it out your overflowing pussy while your soft tits are spilling out of the dress, wrinkling all the important papers and documents that needs to be filled out by him.

“You’re such a good girl darlin’, always obeying and doing whatever I say. God what did I do to deserve a wonderful wife like you” he mumbled against your drooling core. His warm breath tickling your exposed pussy as he placed an affectionate kiss on your puffy clit. His whole mouth is decorated with strings of the mixed cum that he skillfully licked out of you a moment ago.

Of course, he carried a weightful amount of guilty for making you drive all the way here, just for him to do something so inappropriate and lewd but the way your little pussy would get so uncontrollably soaked and loud while he’s tonguing your tight hole— there’s no way you don’t enjoy it as much as he does.

He might as well ask you to serve your pretty pussy on a silver platter because that’s the lunch he’s always so desperate and hungry to be having.

[tojis-girl]

fratboy!satoru dating nerd!reader was an odd mix. you two never really liked the same things - there was one thing you both liked though and that was libraries. separate reasons though.

fratboy!satoru mumbled into your ear - telling you that you were a good girl and were doing so soo well for him!

fratboy!satoru whos large hand made its way up and down your thigh, comforting you while you wrote something down in your note pad.

nerd!readers who cunt was warming up fratboy!satoru dick, your warmth making his tip dribble out cum. your sat on him innocently but underneath the skirt you wore was anything but innocent.

you whine when you feel his dick twitch inside of you but he just tells you to continue with your notes.

fratboy!satoru who finds it interesting how your constantly reading and writing but the moment a dick enters you - you wanna do anything but!

fratboy!satoru who tells you to shut up, harshly digging his nails into your plush thigh as a punishment when your mewls grow to be a little too loud.

he doesnt want anyone else to hear the pretty sounds you make!

"Shut up, princess, or itll be even worse later."

[itsoutrageouss]

It’s the first time Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sees you cry that something in him changes profoundly. You had always had your different skill sets out on the field, it was what made you such a powerful duo for the task force. You were sly, agile, a killer in the dark and he was a brute show of force and strength, able to kill with his bare hands. You argued a lot, though. Your differences that made you work so well also made you clash time and time again. He found you annoying. You found him arrogant.

But after a mission, Ghost finds you collapsed on the floor in an empty building— Crying. He’d never seen you do that before, but he knew you were a softer more sensitive soul, you were just good at hiding it.

He was moving before he realised it, crouching down in front of you, eyes narrowed as he tried to find your gaze that was lost in a heap of warm tears. His hands got clammy and his throat dry because how could he make it stop? It was like the sight had reached in and seized a part of him long gone, maybe one he’d never found before now.

“Stop crying.” He said foolishly, but his tone had lost its usual edge, and the very rare lilt of pleading had laced into his voice. Why did he suddenly grab your shoulders and press your trembling body into his? He had no clue but he wanted to shield you from whatever had made you look so vulnerable before him.

A part of him didn’t like seeing this, didn’t recognise the garbled sound of soft sobs, the way your body’s strength seemed to evaporate into a fragile, soft one that he wanted to pick up and put back together. Another part of him was sucking in this moment, afraid it would get lost and maybe feeling a bit guilty about it. But this feeling of… was it protection? Protection, yes. He’d never had it like this before. Usually, protecting means killing and hurting. Right now it meant nurturing as your small hands reached around his neck and you curled into him. He reacted immediately, sitting down and scooping you into his lap.

He closed his eyes, his chin resting on your head with a sigh. He had no idea what came next. This had to change your dynamic in some way because he couldn’t ever look at you the same. He saw your softness and maybe he fell in love with it right there, and wanted to be the one you showed it to. Only him.

“Im sorry” You whispered into his chest. His hands flexed around you, fighting the urge to smother you even more against him.

“Dont say that. Just keep holding onto me.” His voice was more hoarse than usual as his fingers unconsciously combed through your hair.

Whatever had happened, he was sure you felt it too, or you would’ve never let him this close. And he wished for everything you would let him again one day.

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[shimisstuff]

watching a movie? Mmh, idk

18+ on Patreon 💦🍆🤤

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader. husband nanami, whiney nanami, brēeding, cowgirl, mdni. adding to this

riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose. focusing his weight purely on his rocking chair, the continuous creaks sing as you’re rutting back and forth. “s- sweetheart,” he slurs in a dreamy tune, a baritone-like rasp falling on his words. one hand of his grips toward your waist, tracing a thumb against the pretty curvature of your torso. whining yourself, you lean in toward his neck to bury your face near the crook, but he makes you collapse back. “no, no. don’t hide from me, wanna see those eyes,” and as gentle, mahogany irises meet your own, he groans. “good girl, my good girl. jus’ keep lookin’ at me, yeah.”

“kennnn,” you whimper, the repetitive dragging of your hips scratching a bittersweet carnal itch near the insides of your brain. his body heat was scorching hot, you thought you were gonna melt. the insatiable skin slapping against skin makes you deliriously numb, you want more. with your loose jaw hanging itself open, drooping—you lean in to lick a stripe up his neck. “fuck, ‘s good. mhm,” and each time you slam back and forth against him, he kisses his teeth. nanami’s sweating profusely, he barely even notices though because his entire attention’s focused on you. his pretty girl. although, the moment you start to dip your hips in a deep circular rotation, he tosses his head back.

“fuckin’ s- shittt,” he swears, and even his curses sounded so blissful . . sinful. for the first time in forever, nanami whines. the palm of his hand then closes in on your ass to give it a good firm squeeze. with fawn strands covering his eyes, he starts to shake. with his hefty chest heaving and a needy tone pouring from his voice, his gaze meets yours once more. “marry me, m- marry me, i need you to be my wife, please.”

an eyebrow of yours quirk upward at his words as a smile pierces its way against your spit-slicked lips. you throw your arms over his broad shoulders before giving him a sweet reply.

“hm?” and your hips had him going insane—the tempo, it was just right. not too fast nor too slow. the centers of your jittery knees bury itself into the sides of the chair before you whisper into his ear. “did you forget, baby? ‘m already your wife.”

nanami moans, your voice was enough to make him spasm right then and there—you sounded so sweet but your insides felt even sweeter.

your sloppy cunt grips against him tight like a vice, simply clinging onto him for dear life. within each pull and bounce against his lap, your walls were so gummy and goopy. it was just tantalizing. you were nothing but a tease and he only craved for more as each second passes.

taking in every inch of his thick cock, you hold back a noise yourself. digging the edges of your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress an incoming squeal, you kiss his neck — it was slow, you create a soft trail of butterflies with your lips. marking his neck with your own wings that press against your mouth.

“hah, oh . . are we?” he responds, panting. with a hand still glued to your hip like it’s made of adhesive, his eyes meets his ring finger. you and him were definitely still married. he groans, feeling a lump in his throat equivalent to the size of a saucer. “ah, forgive me sweetheart. ‘m sorry, y- your hips are just so..”

he doesn’t even bother trying to finish his trembling sentence before his cock kisses up against your g-spot once more. not just an ordinary kiss though, a french kiss.

it’s sloppy, passionate, and exquisitely thorough.

tangled fingers of yours claw at his cerulean blue dress collar. with cobwebs and cobwebs of slick saliva sloshing against each mouth — he huffs, shivering from your hands to roam further down his work shirt he wore. nanami was sexily slouched back, two thighs spread open for you with a single leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.

oh, he was close. his base sags and hangs as you’re rutting against him quicker and quicker. with a nice amount of fingers scraping through his hair and toying your fingertips with his scalp, you dip your tongue further into his mouth. “m- my love,” he purrs, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him so whiney. his voice was melodic at most, each breaking syllable making the throbbing between your legs intensify. “don’t stop, please—i love you, i love you.”

“i love you too ‘ken,” you babble, feeling the elastic stretch curve and pull through your walls.

your lips part and you moan before feeling him hold your waist tight. nanami groans against your ear and it’s so low that it was almost a mere growl. it could have easily been mistaken as a growl with the raspiness in his voice. with your knees continuing to plow deeper into the chair, bouncing back and forth, he spanks you, again, and again, and again.

nanami’s about to come, you know once his prettily blown irises roll wayyy back until he’s seeing white and his thin brows curl into a proper furrow.

each sloppy bounce against his lap punctuates so good that he’s barely able to hold his moans back by now. you had him hooked. his faint poking dimples press together as he tries to speak, but instead of words, another dragging whine escapes. leaning up against his ear, your warm breath tickles his lobe. “c’mon, kento. cum in me, ‘s okay. make a mess in me, baby.”

“f- fuck, keep talk to me just like that, sweetheart ‘n i might,” he replies back in a shaky tone, feeling a chill reside up his spine.

your cunt’s addictive warmth was preparing to milk him for all that he’s worth. as he clenches down on his jaw for the umpteenth time, his grip against your waist tightens. “ugh, ‘s gonna be so much. so much for you, my sweet l- love,” and as he’s rambling, a thick load abruptly shoots into your core, dribbling into your womb. it’s hot, and when it rains it pours. nanami swallows thickly, the same lump that lived in his throat was now forming into a ball. your hips steadily slow down and you glance down to see the lewd mess emitting deeply into you. it’s so much—it’s velvety, creamy ropes of cum that quickly fill you up to the very top. as his tip spits such sloppy amounts of seed into your starved cunt, he bites his lip. “oh, ‘s still comin’ out. forgive me, ‘m givin’ you all of me, princess.”

with a soft smile, you kiss near the crevice of his mouth where a tiny crinkle caresses and marinates against his soft features. “don’t apologize for being dirty, ken. ‘s okay.” and his face softens at your words. nanami feels his body shudder with heat from how gentle you were with him.

you’re clinging onto him dry and he’s still pumping you full of ridiculous inches—featuring his beloved, syrupy textured cum. it’s a whopping amount that he could barely process how much he’s gifted to you until he actually looks down. the moment chest deflates, the sensitive crown head of his cock gives your sweetest spot its final chaste kiss. satisfied with being filled to the very brim, you don’t get off just yet. instead, you remain there, gently brushing your hips forward.

“m- marry me,” he repeats, his voice cracking.

nanami hears the squelches and spurts your own pussy makes from the residue of cum spewing from the undersides of your legs. “ah,” and he grips your chin, attempting to kiss you but his lips instead reach toward your chin. you worn him out, he’s barely even reaching your mouth and it’s cute. nanami’s got hooded half lidded eyes and a pried open mouth. he’s almost drooling for you, that’s how whipped you had him. “be my wife, i need you.”

kissing his cheek, you smile at his current pussy drunken state. taking a mental image to savor this moment forever, a thumb brushes its way against his tender cheek. “i'm your wife already, silly,” and his eyes dramatically roll back in rapture again. nanami’s releases always last long, and he’s still getting over it. his dick twitches from the sound of your voice, and he wanted more of his sweet sweet wife. the feeling of your sopping walls squeezing him for every ounce of cum he’s got makes him grunt. it feels so good that it’s almost heavenly. it’s warm and insanely sticky — oozing in ropey wads from your hole before trickling all near his lap. “all yours, ken.”

“all m- mine,” he repeats breathlessly, gently grabbing your wrist up to his mouth.

with a sheepish exhale leaving his lips, a free hand slithers its way toward your tummy. sighing deeply, nanami makes direct eye contact. “my love,” he repeats for a final time, and you gasp once he suddenly pulls out.

pouting for a second at feeling empty, he makes you lie flat on your back. nanami’s got a feral look in his eyes, broad shoulders raising up and down and messy unkempt strands all in his face, he wants one thing tonight and it’s you.

as he spreads your quavering legs open with a single hand, he then creeps two fingers toward your stuffed cunt to smear his cum near your entrance. “since we’re already married, let me g- give you a baby, sweetheart. you’d be such a good m- mommy.”

[cumironi]

THE CLOWN HAS BEEN FOUND s. gojo

★ sum. the baggy clothes, the glasses, the book, the brain— sum : a nerd, that’s what you are. a center of attention, but not because of how beautiful and popular and everyone wants to date you— no, but because you are a loser. and the popular boys have a bet who’s get to sleep with you first and pop the cherry.

warning. college au, ōral ( m & f receiving ), fingēring, dirty talk, hair-pulling, bit name-calling, petnames, praise, cherry pop mentioned, unprotected sēx.

the four of them—geto, gojo, toji, and sukuna—sat sprawled out under the big willow tree on campus, a prime spot they’d claimed as their own. the tree’s branches hung low, providing shade from the afternoon sun, and it seemed to be the perfect place for them to lounge around, their laughter and conversation echoing through the quiet space. they were the popular boys on campus, infamous for their looks, athleticism, and wealth, and equally notorious for their cocky, careless attitudes—a magnetic combination that somehow made them both admired and hated.

they were deep in some joke, laughing obnoxiously, when toji’s gaze drifted, his laughter fading as his eyes settled on something—or rather, someone—in the distance. his smirk widened as he cocked his chin in your direction, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“look at her,” toji muttered, loud enough for the others to hear. the way he said it held a certain bite, like he’d just stumbled upon something amusing.

the other three followed his gaze, their eyes landing on you, sitting off to the side with a thick textbook open in your lap. you were tucked into yourself, shoulders hunched slightly, completely absorbed in whatever you were reading. your clothes were baggy, drowning your frame in layers that did little to give away any shape. the oversized hoodie practically swallowed you, sleeves pulled down almost to your fingertips. your glasses kept sliding down your nose, and every now and then, you’d push them back up absently, clearly too lost in your book to notice much else.

“oh, the classic nerd look,” sukuna sneered, his eyes narrowing as he looked you over, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “cute,” he added mockingly, though there was a glint in his eyes that suggested he found the whole thing entertaining.

gojo let out a low snort, shaking his head as he took a long drag from his cigarette, smoke curling around him in lazy spirals. he leaned forward, one arm bracing against the grass. his eyes still on you, but there was a mocking amusement dancing in them now. he exhaled slowly, a smirk pulling at his lips as he glanced over at sukuna, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“what’s this, sukuna? into the nerdy type now?” he taunted, tilting his head as he raised an eyebrow. his tone was layered with mockery, his smirk widening as if the very idea was too ridiculous to believe. “thought you had a thing for a girl with big tits.”

sukuna rolled his eyes, but his smirk didn’t waver. “naaah, not my type,” he shot back, his gaze flicking back to you briefly before he shrugged. “just saying she’s… amusing. probably jumps if someone even looks at her.”

“oh, definitely,” geto chimed in with a chuckle, folding his arms as he looked you over with a lazy curiosity. “bet she’s terrified of guys like us.”

toji laughed, shaking his head as he looked back at the others. “please, she’d probably faint if you even said hi.” they all shared a laugh, a mixture of arrogance and amusement, reveling in the thought. to them, you were just another quiet, unassuming girl in a sea of faces, someone they could easily overlook—or mess with, if the mood struck.

gojo snickered. “hell, she probably doesn’t even know we exist,” he taunted, his smirk growing ever more patronizing as he puffed out another plume of smoke. “probably spends her nights in her room, surrounded by books and stuffed animals. bet she’s never even been to a party.”

geto chuckled, leaning back with a mocking smile. “oh please, she’s probably never even been kissed.”

toji smirked, adding to the barrage of mockery. “god, she’s probably never been touched by a guy either, huh?” he chimed in, his words dripping with lewd undertones. he took another drag of his cigarette, then glanced back at you, eyeing you up and down again, his smirk widening into a leering grin. “bet she’s a complete virgin.”

there was a collective burst of laughter from the three of them, their voices loud and harsh in the otherwise peaceful afternoon air.

sukuna, his smirk still firmly in place, leaned back against the tree, his arms crossed. “yeah, she’s probably saving herself for her dream guy,” he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “probably wants some perfect fairytale romance. what a joke.”

toji let out a low, dark snicker, his gaze flickering back to you as his smirk widened into something almost predatory. he leaned forward slightly, the cruel glint in his green eyes sharpening as he watched you, completely oblivious to the way they were talking about you.

“oh, please,” he drawled, his tone dripping with mock amusement. “give me an hour with her, and i’d pop that cherry first,” he said, his scarred lips twisting into a wider smirk, a glimmer of cruelty evident in his gaze.

the other guys laughed again, their voices mingling in the harsh, arrogant way only they could manage. for them, it was a game—a chance to mock and taunt someone so outside their world.

geto snort, “yeah, right.”

gojo chuckled, his smirk widening as he took another casual drag from his cigarette, shaking his head at toji’s words. “big talk, man. you are too scary, let me take the ‘pop’,” he said, his voice laced with a mischievousness.

sukuna let out another sharp huff of laughter, his gaze trailing over you disdainfully, his smirk a mix of mockery and condescension. “yeah, good luck with that,” he snorted, rolling his eyes. “bet she’d faint if you even came close to her.”

but toji didn’t seem worried, his smirk only growing wider, a cruel gleam in his eyes as he continued watching you, a dark challenge present in his expression.

“oh, i’d get her,” he said, his voice oozing a dangerous sort of confidence. his eyes darkened, his smirk turning almost feral as he looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers idly.

“she wouldn’t even know what hit her.”

sukuna raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he leaned in, matching toji’s dark energy with a glint of excitement in his own crimson eyes. he crossed his arms, tilting his head with a look that practically dared the others to take him up on his idea.

“let’s make it interesting, boys,” sukuna drawled, his tone laced with twisted amusement. “how about a little wager? who’s gonna get to pop the cherry first?”

the idea hung in the air, laced with a sense of cruel playfulness. the others exchanged looks, smirks widening as they took in the challenge, their gazes flickering back to you as you remained completely unaware, hidden in your book and blissfully out of earshot.

gojo’s smirk only widened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the idea. he took another puff from his cigarette, eyeing sukuna with amusement, clearly intrigued by the proposal. “a wager?” he asked, his voice tinted with a hint of curiosity. “what’s the prize?”

geto chuckled, the idea clearly appealing to him as well. he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees as he chimed in. “i’m in,” he said, his smirk mirroring the others.

sukuna shrugged, an amused gleam flashing through his crimson eyes as he glanced over at you, still utterly engrossed in your book and completely unaware of the bet unfolding among the boys. his smirk deepened as he looked back at the others, his tone casual yet laced with dark amusement.

“anything you want,” he replied smoothly, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. he paused, his gaze flickering back to you for a brief moment before adding, “but there’s one condition—whoever wins has to take a photo as proof.”

the challenge hung heavy in the air, each of them exchanging glances, their smirks widening in unison. the thought of the twisted little game gave them all a sense of cruel excitement, feeding their arrogant thrill as they eyed you once more, already imagining how they’d play this out.

gojo let out a low snort, his smirk growing into a smirk of his own. he took another draw on his cigarette before tilting his head slightly, his expression shifting into one of agreement. “deal.” he said, his tone laced with a hint of determination.

geto chuckled softly, his eyes flickering to you once more before he nodded his agreement. “i’m in,” he added, his smirk mirrorring the others, clearly liking the idea of the bet.

toji chuckled, a cruel gleam appearing in his green eyes as he looked at the others, the idea of the bet stirring something wicked inside of him. he leaned back, his smirk growing wider as he nodded. “i’m in,” he echoed, his voice lower than before, filled with an almost excited tension.

it had been a strange week, to say the least. the four most popular boys on campus—geto, sukuna, toji, and especially gojo—had suddenly taken an interest in you, a stark contrast to the way they’d mostly ignored you before. they’d pop up in places they normally wouldn’t be, go out of their way to hold doors open or throw you playful smiles, and act… almost charming. but you weren’t buying it, especially not gojo’s relentless attempts to convince you to tutor him. every time he begged for your help, you’d shut him down without a second thought.

today was no different. you were tucked away in a quiet corner of the library, lost in your studies, when you heard the sound of a chair being pulled out beside you. you didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. with a heavy sigh, you rolled your eyes and refocused on your notes, determined to ignore him.

“oh, come on,” gojo drawled, leaning in close with a pout as he rested his elbows on the table, clearly unfazed by your cold response. “i really need help, you know. i’m hopeless without you.” his tone was dripping with exaggerated desperation, but there was a playful glint in his eyes as he watched for any reaction.

you kept your gaze fixed on your book, trying to block him out. “then maybe you should try actually paying attention in class,” you muttered, flipping a page, hoping he’d take the hint and leave you alone.

but gojo just leaned closer, his voice dropping to a softer, almost persuasive tone. “come on, i’ll owe you one. just one study session. i’ll even buy you coffee,” he offered, flashing you his signature charming smile, like he thought that was all it would take to wear you down.

“not interested,” you replied flatly, turning another page without looking up. you could feel his gaze on you, persistent as ever, but you were determined not to give him the satisfaction.

gojo’s smirk widened, his eyes narrowing slightly. he leaned even closer, his lips almost at your ear, as if daring you to ignore him. “come on, please?” he begged again, his tone dripping with fake desperation, his voice low and tantalizingly close. “just one little tutoring session. i’ll do anything.”

you froze, your pen pausing mid-word as the warmth of gojo’s hand slid down to your thigh, his fingers grazing just under the hem of your skirt. his touch was light, teasing, and you could feel your heart race at the audacity of his move. irritation flared within you, but when you turned to him, ready to give him a piece of your mind, you were met with that damn smirk of his—a look of pure, unbothered confidence.

his face was so close that you could feel his breath, warm and steady, as he whispered, “please?”

his voice was soft, almost seductive, and despite the irritation simmering beneath your calm facade, you could see the glint of amusement in his narrowed blue eyes, fully aware of the effect he was trying to have on you. your eyes narrowed, meeting his challenge, and you gave him a cold, leveled stare, unfazed by his proximity.

you lifted a brow, voice cool as ice. “is this your idea of begging, gojo?”

his smirk didn’t waver; if anything, it grew wider, clearly thrilled by your reaction. “i can be very persuasive,” he murmured, letting his fingers ghost over your thigh, just enough to keep your attention.

he leaned in even closer, his smirk widening further. his lips grazed your ear as he spoke again, his voice low and smooth, like silk. “and i can be very convincing,” he whispered, his hand sliding further up your thigh, leaving a trail of heated tingles in its wake.

you inhaled sharply, his breath hot against your skin as his words lingered in your ear, and you could feel your resolve slipping, his touch relentless and daring as his hand slid further up your thigh. the warmth of his fingers, the confidence in his voice—it was infuriatingly hard to ignore, and you could tell he knew it, that smirk of his only growing as he watched your reaction.

you turned to him, catching his gaze, meeting his smug look with one of quiet defiance. the words were barely a whisper as you muttered, “fine.”

his eyes lit up, triumphant, as if he’d known all along you’d give in, but you held his gaze steadily, a hint of warning still lingering there. “just one session,” you clarified, your voice firm, trying to reassert control even as you felt a flicker of warmth in your cheeks.

gojo’s smirk deepened, seemingly satisfied with your response. his hand paused, still resting on your thigh, his fingers gently caressing the soft skin, sending chills through your body.

“just one, huh?” he echoed, his voice low, thick with satisfaction. he leaned in closer, his breath hot on your neck, his lips practically grazing your skin as he spoke again. “don’t worry, i’ll make it count.”

he paused, his fingers tracing small, slow circles on your thigh, the gesture almost innocent, yet the meaning behind it clear. he looked at you, his gaze almost challenging, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he noticed your slight shiver at his touch. he leaned in further, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

“my place or yours?” he purred, his tone dripping with suggestion, his hand gradually making its way higher up your leg.

and that’s where you are . . .

gojo smirks down at you, his eyes roaming over your nerdy appearance hungrily, knees on the floor inside his dorm room. “thanks for coming to tutor me today. i really appreciate it,” his voice drips with false sincerity as he palms himself through his jeans.

“i’ve been struggling with this subject and i’ve heard you’re the best at explaining things.” gojo leans back on his hands, spreading his legs wider to give you an even better view of the bulge straining against his zipper. “why don’t you come closer and we can start going over the material? i’m all yours, baby.” his thumb pinch your chin, the soft pad of his finger trailing off your skin before slipping past your swollen lips into your mouth.

he chuckles softly, a wicked glint in his eye as he watches you squirm. “aww, what’s wrong? you look nervous. there’s no need to be shy around me.”

you swallow hard, your heart pounding in my chest as you kneel before gojo, feeling small and insignificant compared to his tall, muscular frame. your glasses slip down your nose slightly as you gaze up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“oh, um, t-thank you gojo-kun,” you stammer out, your voice quivering slightly. you shift nervously on your knees, very aware of how vulnerable your position makes you feel. and when gojo’s thumb pushes past your lips, you instinctively close your mouth around it, sucking lightly from habit before realizing what you were doing. a deep blush spreads across your cheeks.

“i’m just a bit overwhelmed, to be honest,” you managed to murmur, voice muffled by his thumb.

gojo’s smirk widens as he feels your warm, wet mouth envelop his thumb. he slowly pumps the digit in and out, mimicking a lewd act. “mmm, don’t be like that, cutie. i promise i won’t bite... much.” he winks salaciously.

his free hand reaches out to cup your burning cheek, calloused fingers brushing over the delicate skin. “you’re so cute when you’re flustered like this. it’s adorable how innocent you are.” gojo leans in closer, his hot breath fanning over your face. the musky scent of his arousal fills your nostrils.

“tell you what, why don’t you put that clever tongue of yours to good use and help me relax a bit before we dive into studying?” his thumb presses deeper into your mouth insistently.

you whimper softly as gojo’s thumb invades your mouth more insistently, your tongue automatically swirling around the invading digit. your mind races, trying to process the sudden intimate contact and the heavy implication behind his words.

“i’m not sure if this is appropriate, gojo-kun,” you manage to say around his thumb after pulling back slightly, your voice muffled. “we should focus on the tutoring session...”

despite your weak protests, you can feel your body reacting to gojo’s proximity and touch— a traitorous heat pooling low in your belly, your cunt starting to clenching around nothing in your skirt. you squirm uncomfortably on your knees, hyper-aware of your submissive posture before him.

“what exactly did you have in mind?”

gojo chuckles darkly, amused by your feeble attempt at protest. he grips your hair, tugging your head back to expose the slender column of your throat. “oh, i think we both know this is exactly what we came here for, isn’t it?”

his other hand moves to palm his aching erection through his jeans, the thick outline unmistakable. “i had something much more... educational in mind than boring textbooks.”

gojo leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers huskily, “why don’t you be a good girl and put those pretty lips to work? show me what that smart mouth of yours can do besides spouting facts.” he uses his grip on your hair to guide your face towards his crotch, rubbing your cheek against the prominent bulge.

gojo groans softly as he feels your soft cheek pressed against his throbbing erection. he grinds subtly against you, seeking more friction. “fuuuck, you feel so good already. i bet these nerdy little lips will wrap around my cock perfectly.”

with his other hand, he starts unbuckling his belt, the metallic clink seeming obscenely loud in the quiet room. he pops the button of his jeans and slowly drags down the zipper, letting them gape open to reveal the waistband of his boxers straining over his massive bulge.

“gonna ruin you for anyone else,” gojo growls possessively. “by the time ’m done with you, the only thing you’ll be able to think about is choking on my dick.”

the idea was overwhelming— the thought of ruining you and winning the bet performed a cloud in gojo’s head. you gasp sharply as gojo forces your face against his clothed erection, the heat and hardness searing into your cheek. your eyes widen at his crude words, a shiver running down your spine— equal parts fear and reluctant excitement.

“g-gojo-kun, please...” you whimper, your voice high and thready. “we shouldn’t... i-i’ve never...”

despite your halfhearted protests, you find yourself leaning into his touch, nuzzling almost imperceptibly against the thick ridge of his cock. the scent of his arousal is dizzying this close, musk and sweat and pure male essence flooding your senses. trembling fingers come up to tentatively brush against his hipbones as his zipper lowers with agonizing slowness.

gojo smirks cruelly as he hears the tremor in your voice, relishing how easily he can affect you. “shh, it’s okay baby. i’ll teach you everything you need to know,” he croons mockingly.

he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slowly peels them down, freeing his enormous, rock-hard cock. it springs out, slapping against your cheek with a meaty thwack. the thick shaft pulses with need, the flared head an angry purple and leaking copious amounts of precum.

you let out a choked moan as gojo’s huge, throbbing cock slaps against your cheek, leaving a smear of sticky pre-cum on your soft skin. your eyes widen in shock at the sheer size of him, intimidated but undeniably aroused.

“open wide, nerd. i’ve got a big load for you,” gojo taunts crudely. he fists his hand in your hair again, using his grip to angle your face towards his weeping cockhead. “stick out that clever little tongue. i want to see you worship every inch of my big, fat cock like the desperate slut you are.”

“oh god...” you whimper, your tongue darting out to unconsciously lick your lips. the salty-sweet taste of his essence explodes across your taste buds, making your head spin. with trembling hands, you reach up to grasp his muscular thighs for support as he forces your face closer to his imposing manhood. your glasses fog up slightly from your quickened breathing. “i’ve never done this before,” you admit in a tiny, scared voice.

gojo grins wickedly, his eyes gleaming with sadistic lust as he sees the fear and reluctant desire warring in your expression. “that’s alright, that’s why i’m here, you’re about to get the fucking of a lifetime to your virgin pussy,” he grunted.

he rubs the swollen head of his cock all over your face, smearing your cheeks and lips with his slick precum. the musky scent fills your nostrils, making your head swim with overwhelming pheromones. “open up, baby, take my cock like a good girl. promise it feels good, do you trust me?” sweet, his honeyed voice suddenly heavy with sweetness.

but despite that, he thrusts his hips forward, pushing the broad tip past your lips and onto your tongue. he groans at the wet heat engulfing him, head just a beat throw back before snapped, eyes lock with your lips taking the half of his cock. “fuck yes, that’s it. wrap those pretty lips around me.”

you let out a muffled yelp as gojo suddenly pushes past your lips, his thick cock stretching your jaw painfully wide you almost sure the edge of your lips stretch open. your eyes water as he hilts himself inside your virgin mouth, the bulbous head hitting the back of your throat. you gag reflexively, throat spasming around his girth.

“mph!” you try to pull back but his grip on your hair tightens, holding you in place. tears leak from the corners of your eyes as you struggle to accommodate his impressive size. your small hands come up to weakly push at his thighs, overwhelmed by the intrusion.

after a moment, you force yourself to relax your jaw, breathing heavily through your nose. you start to experimentally suckle at the head, your tongue swirling clumsily around it. the taste of his skin and the musky scent flooding your senses is dizzying.

gojo throws his head back with a deep groan as your inexperienced mouth envelops him, your tongue clumsily lapping at his sensitive flesh. the sight of your stretched lips wrapped around his thick cock, tears glistening on your flushed cheeks, is incredibly erotic.

“that’s it, take it deeper,” he growls, fisting his hand tighter in your hair. with a sharp thrust of his hips, he buries himself to the hilt in your convulsing throat. your nose presses against his pelvis as he hilts inside you, cutting off your air supply completely.

“that’s good baby, goood job,” praise after praise fallen from gojo’s pretty, pink lips. he holds you there, savoring the feeling of your constricting esophagus fluttering around his cock. after several long seconds, he finally pulls back, allowing you a gasping breath before plunging in again.

gojo sets a brutal pace, fucking your face with deep, powerful thrusts. each snap of his hips drives his thick cock into your throat, forcing you to swallow around him. drool escapes the corners of your stretched lips, dripping down your chin as he uses your mouth mercilessly.

“you’re doing so well for your first time,” he praises mockingly, voice strained with pleasure. “such an eager little cock sleeve, aren’t you? born to choke on a cock.” he pulls out abruptly, his spit-shined cock bobbing obscenely in front of your face. gojo smacks the heavy shaft against your tear-stained cheeks, smearing them with your own saliva mixed with his precum. “strip,” he commands gruffly, releasing his grip on your hair.

gojo looms over you, his chest heaving with exertion and arousal as he watches you intently. his eyes rake over your disheveled form, drinking in the sight of your reddened cheeks, puffy lips glistening with spit, and the way your glasses sit askew on your face.

“come on, slowpoke. i want to see every inch of the body hiding under those ugly clothes,” he growls impatiently, one hand coming down to roughly palm himself through his open fly. the other reaches out to grab the hem of your shirt, tugging insistently. but, instead of slipping out of your ‘ugly’ clothes, you stand there, eyes widened innocently the way you look up to him.

“don’t make me rip them off. you wouldn’t want me to damage your precious belongings, would ya?“ a wicked smirk plays at the corner of his mouth, eyes glinting with mischief and barely restrained hunger.

you tremble under gojo’s hungry gaze, acutely aware of how debauched you must look— face flushed, glasses fogged, lips swollen and slick with spit. with shaking hands, you reach for the buttons of your shirt, fumbling to undo them one by one.

as more of your creamy skin is revealed, gojo’s eyes darken with undisguised lust. he licks his lips, watching avidly as you shrug the garment off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. underneath, you wear a plain white lacy bra, the fabric straining slightly over your bust.

next, you stand on wobbly legs to shimmy out of your skirt, letting it pool around your ankles before stepping out of it. your panties match your bra, simple cotton with lace. “gojo-kun..” you murmur, hands hovering over your bra and panties, hiding yourself.

gojo’s heated gaze roams hungrily over your newly exposed body, lingering on the swell of your breasts straining against the delicate lace of your bra. he steps closer, crowding into your personal space until the hard planes of his body press against your softer curves.

“fuck, you’re even hotter than i imagined,” he rasps, calloused fingers trailing up your sides to cup your tits possessively. never in a million years had he found a loser nerd like you could be this hot, and it seems like his cock agrees with the way it’s twitching. he squeezes the soft mounds, thumbs flicking over your nipples through the thin fabric until they pebble beneath his touch, pushing a breathless gasp out of your throat.

with a wicked grin, gojo reaches behind you and deftly unclasps your bra, tossing it aside carelessly. cool air hits your bare skin, pebbling your nipples further as they’re bared to his intense scrutiny.

“perfect.”

gojo hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and yanks them down your thighs in one swift motion. the flimsy material catches on your knees briefly before falling to your ankles, baring you completely to his hungry gaze.

he takes a step back, drinking in the sight of your naked body with an appreciative hum. his eyes linger on the cute, neat patch of curls crowning your mound, the slight flare of your hips, the gentle swell of your ass. “goddamn, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs reverently.

without warning, gojo drops to his knees in front of you, large hands gripping your thighs to spread them apart. he leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over your most intimate parts. “i bet this sweet cunt tastes divine,” he growls, dragging his tongue along your slit in one long, painfully slow stroke.

you can’t help but let out a startled moan as gojo’s warm tongue drags along your most intimate folds, sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine. your knees buckle slightly and you have to brace yourself against the wall to keep from collapsing under the intensity of sensation.

“g-gojo-kun!” you gasp, fingers tangling in his silver hair as he laps at your slit like a man starved. his tongue delves between your lower lips, seeking out your entrance and circling it teasingly. you squirm against the invasion, thighs trembling with the effort to hold still.

gojo chuckles lowly, the vibrations making you shudder. he seals his lips around your clit and sucks hard, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. “ah! ahh!”

gojo moans into your pussy as you grind against his face, his tongue delving deep inside your fluttering walls. he laps at your juices greedily, the obscene slurping sounds filling the room. “mmm, you taste even better than i imagined,” he growls, the rumble of his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh. “so fucking sweet.”

his hands grip your ass, kneading the supple globes as he eats you out with single-minded focus. he alternates between thrusting his tongue in and out of your clenching hole and flicking the tip rapidly over your throbbing clit. the lewd wet noises echo off the walls, mingling with your needy whimpers and gasps.

“oooh! m-my god!” you writhe helplessly against gojo’s relentless assault, fingers digging into his silver hair as waves of overwhelming pleasure crash over you. your hips undulate shamelessly, grinding your aching core against his face as he devours you like a man possessed.

“that’s it, ride my tongue,” he grunt, the words muffled against your soaked folds. you throw your head back with a keening cry as gojo works you over with his skilled tongue, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your core. your fingers tighten reflexively in his hair, tugging sharply at the silvery strands.

“ah! g-gojo-kun!” you gasp brokenly, toes curling against the cool tile floor. your inner muscles flutter wildly around his invading tongue.

gojo growls into your pussy, the sound sending delicious vibrations through your core. he doubles his efforts, sealing his lips around your clit and sucking hard while simultaneously thrusting two thick fingers knuckle-deep into your spasming channel.

“g-gojo-hng!” you sob brokenly, hips continue to roll shamelessly against his face. you mewl helplessly into the filthy kiss, when gojo’s tongue dominating yours as he claims your mouth thoroughly after he stands abruptly.

you can taste yourself on him, the musky flavor making your head spin with renewed arousal and it sends a fresh wave of heat flooding through your veins. his hand slides up to palm your breast roughly, calloused thumb scraping over your sensitive nipple.

when he finally breaks away, you’re left panting and dazed, lips kiss-swollen and tingling. gojo grins wolfishly down at you, pupils blown wide with lust. “god, so fucking beautiful when i’m ’bout to ruin you,” he promises darkly, voice rough with desire. “by the time i’m done, all you’ll be able to think about is my cock splitting you open."

his hand slides down your body to grip your thigh, hoisting your leg up to wrap around his hip. the new position leaves you feeling deliciously vulnerable, your slick folds rubbing directly against the rigid length of him.

gojo’s heated gaze rakes over your flushed form, drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin. he licks his lips slowly, savoring the taste of your essence still coating his tongue. “fuck, you look good enough to eat,” he growls appreciatively, palming himself once again, smearing his precum all over your thigh, the biting lips to stop the moaning betraying his own desperate arousal.

with a few quick movements, gojo shucks off his shirt, revealing the lean lines of his torso. his pale skin is littered nothing but softness. he kicks off his pants next, leaving him fully naked now.

slowly, torturously, gojo sinks into your welcoming heat inch by excruciating inch. gojo grunts as your slick folds slide along his shaft, coating him in your essence. your slick walls stretch deliciously around his girth, molding to every ridge and vein. by the time he’s fully seated, you feel impossibly full, stuffed to the brim with hard, throbbing cock.

“fuuck!” he snarls, eyes squeezing shut at the exquisite sensation of your velvety walls gripping him like a vice. he holds himself there for a moment, letting you adjust to the sudden intrusion. “p-pussy sooo-shit! good.” the feeling of your gummy walls suffocating his cock almost making gojo’s feel bad for using you as a bet, but fuckkk! you feel so good.

you let out a strangled moan as gojo hilts himself fully inside you, stretching you wider than ever before. your slick walls flutter and clench around his thickness, trying instinctively to accommodate the sudden intrusion. the sensation borders on painful but the dull ache only serves to heighten your pleasure, stoking the flames of your arousal higher.

“ah! s-so biiig,” you whimper breathlessly, fingernails raking down gojo’s back. your hips twitch restlessly, torn between the urge to pull away from the intense stretch and the primal need to take him deeper. gojo groans at the feeling of your scorching heat enveloping him so completely. his pelvis presses flush against yours, ensuring that not an inch of space remains between your bodies.

gojo once again, groans deeply as your velvety walls ripple along his length, the exquisite sensations threatening to undo his control. he wants nothing more than to rut into you mindlessly, chasing his own pleasure. but he forces himself to hold still, giving you time to adjust to his size.

“shit baby, you feel incredible,” he rasps, voice strained with barely restrained lust. “so fucking tight...” he rolls his hips experimentally, pulling out just an inch before sinking back in. the drag of his thick cock against your sensitive nerves makes you both gasp. gojo sets a slow, deep rhythm, letting you feel every inch of him as he strokes your inner walls. his hands roam your curves possessively, mapping out the dips and swells of your body.

you arch into gojo’s touch, craving more of his addictive caresses. your nails score down his back, leaving red welts in their wake. the sting only seems to spur him on, his thrusts growing harder and faster as he chases his own pleasure.

“too muuuch,” you cry, tossing your head back as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to urge him deeper. “hurt, ah! too big.”

gojo snarls, the sound feral and hungry. he leans down to capture one pert nipple between his teeth, biting down just shy of too hard. you yelp at the sharp jolt of pain, cunt clenching rhythmically around his pistoning length.

gojo grunts as your inner walls clamp down around him like a vice, the added pressure sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. he knows he should probably slow down, give you time to adjust, but the way you’re writhing beneath him is just too enticing.

“you can take it,” he growls, punctuating his words with a particularly brutal thrust.

once again, gojo snarls against your breast, tongue flicking out to lave over the abused bud. “don’t worry baby, i’ll make it feel real good,” he promises, harmonizing his words with a particularly vicious thrust. the blunt head of his cock kisses your cervix, making you see stars.

your slick walls spasm wildly around his girth, fluttering and clenching as if trying to push him out even as your body betrays you, hips rolling shamelessly to meet each punishing stroke. the wet slap of flesh echoes obscenely in the room, mingling with your wanton moans and gojo’s animalistic grunts.

gojo lets out a low groan, eyes fluttering shut as your slick walls ripple around his thickness. “fuck, your pussy is milking my cock so good,” he grunts, hips snapping forward almost violently. one large hand snakes between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bud. “come on, baby. squeeze this cock just like that,” gojo urges gruffly, increasing the pressure on your clit. “gonna fill this pretty cunt up real soon.”

you throw your head back with a guttural moan, fingers tangling in gojo’s hair as he works you closer to the edge. your thighs tremble, muscles quivering with the strain of holding yourself open for his relentless assault. sweat beads along your brow, plastering strands of hair to your face.

“please,” you keen desperately, unsure what exactly you’re begging for anymore. more? less? harder? faster? all you know is that yo’'re teetering right on the precipice, balanced precariously between agony and ecstasy.

gojo grins wickedly, sensing your desperation. he leans in close, hot breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispers filthy promises. “that’s it, cum for me baby. gonna pump you so full of my seed, you’ll be dripping for days.”

but before you reach that peak, that climax you desperately need, gojo abruptly stops moving. hands trailing down your tights before throwing your body to his bed. a gasp of surprise tears from your throat, followed by a whimper— a subtle sign of protest.

gojo chuckles darkly, reveling in the delicious sight of you sprawled out before him, flushed and panting. he takes a moment to admire the view— your chest heaving, breasts bouncing with each labored breath, the glistening evidence of your arousal painting your inner thighs.

gojo smirks down at you, taking in your confused expression with a glint of mischief in his eyes. he trails a finger down your sternum, circling one dusky nipple teasingly for a second. “what’s wrong, baby?” he coos mockingly. “didn’t get your fix?”

he shifts slightly, the movement causing his half-hard cock to brush against your thigh. you shudder at the contact, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you. gojo hums approvingly at your reaction, leaning down to nip at your jaw.

“mmm, look at you,” he purrs approvingly, trailing a finger through your slick folds. “all spread out and ready for me. such a goood girl.” without warning, gojo flips you onto your stomach, hauling your hips up until you’re presenting yourself to him like a bitch in heat. he runs a proprietary hand over the curve of your ass, squeezing roughly. “this ass though... fuck, i could play with it all day.”

gojo’s eyes rake over your prone form appreciatively, drinking in the delectable sight of you splayed out before him. he takes his time exploring your curves, fingers tracing idle patterns across your skin. when he reaches the swell of your rear, he gives the supple flesh a firm squeeze, kneading the plush globes like dough. this might be the first and the last time he has you in his bed, might make it memorable.

“such a perfect little peach,” he praises huskily, spreading you wide to expose your most intimate parts. cool air wafts over your heated flesh, making you shiver. gojo hums in approval at the sight of your dripping cunt, flushed and swollen with need.

he leans in close, hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. “look how wet you are for me,” he murmurs, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. you let out a soft moan, squirming under gojo’s intense gaze. his rough hands map out every dip and curve of your body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. you arch into his caress, silently begging for more.

when he finally reaches your aching core, you buck your hips eagerly, desperate for friction. “please,” you whimper, voice high and needy. “i need—”

gojo cuts off your pleas with a sharp smack to your rear, the stinging impact making you yelp. “ah ah, none of that now,” he tuts disapprovingly. “you don’t get to tell me what you need, understand? it’s an honor y’know, for me to take your virginity, so you don’t get to tell me what you need.”

he punctuates his words with another firm swat, watching with rapt attention as your skin blooms pink under his palm. but even so, gojo couldn’t stop the spinning from his head, the sigh of you, the feel of your cunt tightly grip his needy cock making him all desperate and losing his shit to you, a fucking nerd all out of other girl.

gojo grins wickedly, clearly enjoying your predicament. he traces a finger through your soaked folds, gathering some of your essence on his digit before bringing it to his lips. he makes a show of licking it clean, savoring your unique flavor with a satisfied hum.

“mmm, you taste divine,” he purrs, voice dripping with lust. “like the finest nectar.”

gojo lines himself up with your entrance once more, the broad head of his cock nudging insistently at your slick opening. he teases you with shallow thrusts, barely breaching your entrance before pulling away again. your walls flutter around nothing, trying desperately to draw him in deeper.

“beg for it,” he demands huskily, giving your rear another firm smack. “let me hear how badly you want this cock.“ he grabs your hip, fingers bent to your flesh the way he drags you to the edge of his bed and your feet touching the cold tile.

his one arm sneaking down to your thigh, lifting it off the floor while the other hand relentlessly teases your needy cunt with the swollen tip of his cock— kissing your clit.

you writhe beneath gojo’s ministrations, a litany of needy whimpers and pleas falling from your kiss-swollen lips. “please,” you beg shamelessly, too far gone to care about dignity. “gojo-kuuunn . . i need you inside me, filling me up. i can’t take it anymore!”

your hips buck frantically, seeking friction against his maddening teasing. you’re so empty, aching to be stretched and filled by his thick length. gojo just chuckles darkly at your desperation, continuing his torturous game. his chest raining with pride and happiness for taking your virginity, him, not another man. him.

“oh? and why should i give you what you want?” he taunts, rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance without pushing in. “maybe i like seeing you like this— alllll spread out and begging so pretty for me.”

gojo leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a brief, teasing kiss. “you taste sweet when you’re desperate like this,” he murmurs against your mouth, tongue flicking out to lick at your lower lip. “makes me want to devour you whole.”

he pulls back slightly, his gaze intense as he watches your reactions. “but since you asked so nicely...” with a slow, deliberate push, he sinks into your heat, groaning at the velvety tightness enveloping his cock.

gojo pauses for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried deep within you. then, with a gentle roll of his hips, he begins to move, setting a slow, sensual rhythm. he savors each drag of your slick walls along his shaft, relishing in the exquisite sensation of taking your virginity. his hand leaving another handprint on your ass, digging his dull nail into the skin.

a gasp tears from your throat as gojo finally sheathes himself fully inside you, the stretch both painful and exhilarating. you cling to the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as you acclimate to the foreign intrusion.

but as he starts to move, long, languid strokes that fill you to the brim, you begin to relax into the pleasure. a low moan escapes you, vibrations humming against gojo’s lips before your head falls to his bed. “ahh... yes... just like thaaat...”

your hips start to rock in tandem with his, meeting each thrust with eagerness. the sensations build rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. you can feel every ridge and vein of gojo’s cock as it slides against your inner walls, sending jolts of electric pleasure through you.

“more,” you breathe out, voice ragged with need, causing the man to leave your reddened ass to find your hair and take a fistful of the locks while the other arm tightens around your thigh, making a perfect symphony the way he pounds into you from behind.

gojo’s fingers dig into your scalp, tugging roughly at your hair as he pistons into you with reckless abandon. the bed creaks and shifts beneath the force of his thrusts, a rhythmic beat that echoes the pounding of your hearts.

gojo growls in approval, the sound muffled against your ear as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. his hips snap forward with renewed vigor, driving into you with a primal intensity that steals your breath away. the force of his thrusts sends the headboard thudding against the wall, a rhythmic beat that echoes the pounding of your heart.

“you’re so fucking tight,” he grits out between clenched teeth, his grip on your hair tightening almost painfully as he uses it to pull your head back, exposing the vulnerable column of your throat. “i can feel every inch of you milking my cock. this cunt feels like heaven, fuuuck.”

gojo’s words are punctuated by the lewd slap of skin against skin, the obscene sound only serving to heighten your arousal. his fingers tighten in your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you gasp. the slight sting only serves to heighten your arousal, your body craving more of his dominance. gojo's other hand grips your thigh firmly, holding you steady as he pistons in and out of you with relentless precision.

your mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of gojo’s possession. every nerve ending is alight with sensation, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins. you can feel yourself teetering on the brink, precariously close to the edge.

a hoarse cry spills from your lips as gojo hits that spot deep inside, the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes your vision blur and toes curl. “ahhh! oh god, right there!” you wail, hips bucking wildly to meet his punishing pace.

a sharp cry tears from your throat as gojo’s grip on your hair intensifies, the pain mixing deliciously with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins. you arch your back, offering yourself up completely to his dominating touch.

“yes, oh god, just like that!” you moan, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “fuck me harder, gojo-kun!”

gojo’s eyes flash with triumph and possessiveness at your wanton cries, his grip on your hair and thigh tightening reflexively. he slams into you with renewed ferocity, the force of his thrusts rattling the bed frame and sending the headboard crashing against the wall.

“that’s it, scream for me,” he snarls, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he leans in close. “let everyone know who’s fucking you senseless.” gojo’s free hand snakes around to cup your breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. the dual sensations of his ruthless pounding and the pleasurable tug on your sensitive bud send you spiraling closer to the edge.

as if sensing your impending climax, gojo redoubles his efforts, pistoning into you with wild abandon. your world narrows down to the searing heat of gojo’s body, the relentless thrusts of his cock, and the intoxicating scent of sex that fills the air. you’re lost in a haze of pure, unadulterated pleasure, every fiber of your being focused on chasing that elusive peak.

the pressure builds and builds, coiling tighter in your core until you think you might burst. gojo’s harsh commands and the brutal pace of his fucking only serve to heighten the tension, pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

with a keening wail, you finally tumble over the edge, your orgasm slamming into you like a freight train. your inner walls clench around gojo’s throbbing cock, rippling and fluttering as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

“fuck, fuuck! gojo-kun! ’m cumming, cumming!”

gojo lets out a guttural roar as he feels your pussy clamping down on his cock, the vice-like grip triggering his own release. with one final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his seed erupting in powerful spurts as he fills you up.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” he chants, his hips jerking erratically as he rides out the waves of his climax. his hips jerking erratically as he rides out the waves of his climax. gojo’s grip on your hair and thigh remains unrelenting, holding you in place as he marks you as his, claiming you utterly and completely.

overwhelmed by the intensity of your shared orgasms, you collapse onto the mattress the heartbeat his grasp on you loosened, your body still trembling with aftershocks. gojo’s continued pulsing inside you, coupled with the warmth of his release coating your insides, leaves you feeling utterly spent yet deeply satisfied.

as your breathing slowly returns to normal, you become aware of gojo’s hands gentling their hold on you, his fingers stroking soothing patterns on your skin. a soft, contented sigh escapes your lips as you melt into his touch, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter.

he leans forward, bracing his hands on the edge of the bed, his chest pressed against your back. his breath is still a bit ragged, but you can feel his strong, steady presence behind you. for a few moments, all you hear is the steady, calming sound of your combined breathing, the only indication that both of you are slowly recovering from the intensity of your shared passion.

after a few moments, gojo breaks the comfortable silence, his voice low and still slightly husky. “you okay?” he murmurs, his lips brushing gently against the shell of your ear.

his hands slide down your sides, gently encircling your waist, his touch tender and light. the weight of his chest against your back is reassuring, and you can still feel the heat of his body radiating through your clothes. he shifts slightly, his chin resting on your shoulder, and you can practically feel his intense gaze on you, as if he’s silently assessing how you’re feeling.

a soft smile curves your lips at gojo’s gentle inquiry, your body relaxing further under his comforting touch. “mhm, i’m good,” you murmur, tilting your head slightly to rest against the soft material of his blanket. “just... really sated right now.”

you let out a contented little sigh, enjoying the warmth of his embrace and the intimate closeness of his body pressed against yours. slowly but surely, the feeling of his softened cock slipped out of your cunt, taking all of your cum and his down to your thigh and floor.

gojo chuckles softly in response, hearing the hint of satisfaction in your tired voice. he plants a soft, feather-light kiss on your neck, his lips lingering there for a moment. “that’s good,” he says, his voice laced with a hint of pride, “i’m glad i exhausted you that much.”

he pauses for a moment, his hands gently rubbing your sides, before speaking again. “need anything? water, a towel, or just... rest?” he asks, his tone genuinely concerned.

you let out a soft sigh, the tension of the past moments slowly melting away as you murmured, “just rest.” your voice was quiet, tired, and gojo, ever attentive, hummed in agreement, his lips brushing softly against your cheek in a gentle kiss.

“say no less,” he whispered with that same reassuring tone, his arms immediately wrapping around you. he shifted you both onto the bed, pulling you into his embrace and letting you rest your head on his chest. his warmth surrounded you, grounding you at the moment, his heartbeat steady beneath you.

gojo made sure to cover both of you with the blanket, tucking it around your bare body with care, his movements slow and deliberate. despite the weight of the earlier events, his presence was steady, a soft contrast to the tension you’d felt before. outside of the bet, outside of the teasing, the games, and the complexities of it all, he seemed intent on giving you comfort—giving you the space to just rest, without further complications. his fingers gently traced circles on your back, a quiet reminder that, at this moment, there was nothing but a reason you were on his bed simply because of a bet— the bet he’s going to win.

gojo held you close, his arms encircling your body snugly under the soft warmth of the blanket. he continued tracing light circles on your back, the soothing repetitive motion a silent reassurance of his presence and care.

his chest rose and fell in a steady, calming rhythm, and you could feel the faint thump of his heartbeat beneath your ear. his body offered a solid, comforting presence, grounding you in the aftermath of the eventful night.

gojo remained silent for several minutes, simply holding you close, his touch gentle and nurturing. after a few moments, he leaned down, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss. “get some rest,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

he shifted slightly, adjusting his position so that both of you were more comfortable. his arms remained wrapped around you, holding you close against his chest, a silent promise of protection and comfort.

you simply nod.

gojo feels your nod, his lips curving into a small smile against your forehead. “good,” he murmurs, his voice soft and low.

he lets out a deep, content sigh, his body relaxing further into the bed, his arms still holding you close. his breathing slows, a steady, measured rhythm that seems to lull you into a sense of peace and security. the room is enveloped in a comfortable silence for a while, the only sound being the steady beat of his heart against your ear.

gojo’s gaze softened as he looked down at your peaceful face, the soft rise and fall of your chest the only movement in the stillness of the room. he stayed like that for a while, just watching you, making sure you were fully asleep, your breathing steady and relaxed. he could feel the weight of the day, the tension from earlier, and he knew you needed this rest, even if you didn’t quite realize it yet.

once he was certain you were asleep, gojo's fingers slid beneath the pillow, pulling out his phone with careful movements. his smirk returned, a wicked gleam flashing in his eyes as he unlocked the screen and opened the camera. he took a quick snapshot, the sound of the shutter a soft click that was barely audible in the quiet room. his eyes flicked down to the picture, his smirk widening as he admired the photo of you, completely unaware, asleep in his arms.

“this is mine,” he muttered quietly to himself, the excitement of the bet reigniting within him. he knew he was going to win, and as much as he enjoyed this rare moment of calm with you, there was no denying the competitive streak that ran through him. he tucked the phone back under the pillow, settling back into the warmth of the bed, still holding you close, but his mind already racing ahead to the next step in his game.

gojo’s gaze remains fixed on you, admiring the innocent, vulnerable expression on your face as you sleep. he takes several more moments to just watch you, his gaze flickering over every detail of your face—the way your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the slight part of your lips as you breathe in.

he lets out a soft sigh, his fingers gently tracing your skin, his touch almost reverent. “god, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs quietly, the words slipping out involuntarily.

gojo’s eyes lingered on your peaceful, sleeping form, an unsettling mixture of admiration and satisfaction bubbling inside him. every detail of your face seemed to draw him in, each soft breath you took making his heart twist. he couldn't help but trace the curve of your cheek with his finger, as though savoring the image of you in your most vulnerable state. god, you're beautiful, he thought, the words slipping from his lips in a quiet murmur, but they were tinged with something darker.

as much as he tried to shake it off, a faint flicker of guilt gnawed at him. just a tiny sliver, a whisper in the back of his mind, reminding him of the bet, the cruel game he was playing with his friends. was this really what he wanted? to use you like this, to take advantage of your innocence, your trust, all for the sake of proving something to them? the thought scratched at his conscience, but it was fleeting, quickly drowned out by the more dominant, selfish part of him.

he couldn’t help it—he wanted to win. he wanted to show off, to prove that he was the one who’d conquered you first. the idea of rubbing it in toji, geto, and sukuna’s faces, seeing their reactions when he revealed that he was the one who’d claimed you, made his chest tighten with dark satisfaction. the guilt? it was easily buried beneath the hunger for victory.

monday couldn’t come soon enough.

sukuna leaned back, crossing his arms with a sly smirk as he glanced at gojo. “you’re so damn stupid,” he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “just get to the point, genius. we’re here to talk about the bet, not hear you babble on like an idiot.”

the mention of the bet caused a shift in the group. toji’s smirk sharpened, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he leaned forward, clearly ready to pounce on whatever gojo had to offer. geto, normally the calmest of them, looked intrigued, his gaze steady and expectant. sukuna’s own smirk widened into a mocking grin, savoring the thrill of competition, ready to lay down his own proof and claim victory over the others.

he let the tension build, basking in the eager anticipation hanging thick between them. then, without further ado, sukuna reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and casually waving it in the air. “alright, boys. one... two... three,” he counted, then turned his screen toward the group with a triumphant look. displayed was a photo of you lying next to him, fast asleep, vulnerable and unguarded. sukuna’s smirk grew wider, reveling in the victory he thought was his.

as sukuna’s countdown reached three, he confidently pulled out his phone, an air of smug triumph around him as he turned the screen to reveal the photo of you, asleep in his arms, your peaceful face nestled against him. for a brief moment, he savored the victory, certain he’d be the one to claim the title. but as he looked up, expecting awe and frustration from the others, he found something else entirely.

geto’s face, usually so calm, had twisted into a look of sheer confusion, a frown creasing his brow as he looked down at his own phone, then up at sukuna, and back to his phone again. in his hand, on his own screen, was the exact same photo—down to every last detail. his jaw clenched, and he turned the phone towards sukuna without saying a word, letting the image speak for itself.

toji, who’d been leaning back with a predatory smirk, felt his confidence waver. he, too, checked his phone, and the smirk fell, replaced by a dark scowl. “what kind of joke is this?” he growled, his fingers gripping his phone tightly, a mix of anger and disbelief in his eyes as he flashed the identical photo.

and gojo, who’d initially met sukuna’s countdown with smug amusement, suddenly felt the blood drain from his face. he looked at his own screen, the same picture staring back at him, taunting him with an illusion of victory. his lips pressed into a thin line as he glanced at each of the others, his usual cocky grin now replaced with a frustrated grimace. “so… none of us won anything, huh?” he muttered bitterly, his voice low, laced with irritation.

a tense silence settled over them, their expressions twisted with disbelief and anger. each one felt the bitter sting of having been outsmarted, the pride and triumph they’d anticipated now twisted into something sharp and uncomfortable.

sukuna clenched his jaw, the victory he’d tasted turning to ash. “this is ridiculous. how the hell—” he began, but was cut off by toji’s dry, humorless laugh.

“guess none of us were as clever as we thought,” toji muttered darkly, his voice edged with anger and annoyance.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, his pride deeply wounded. “tch,” he scoffed, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “so we all lost? pathetic.” they sat in a tense, silent circle, each stewing in their own frustration and realizing they’d been played.

gojo let out a frustrated sigh, the realization of the situation sinking in. none of them had won, and worse, they'd all been tricked. he glanced again in your direction, a mix of irritation and confusion on his face. the realization that you, sweet and innocent as you seemed, had somehow outsmarted them all was a pill too hard to swallow.

“well, this is just great,” he muttered, his voice heavy with sarcasm. “we’re all idiots.”

the four men turned, spotted you a few benches away, looking completely at ease, chatting with none other than nanami. his composed, polished demeanor stood out even in the crowded cafeteria, and as you held your phone up to show him something, you looked every bit like you were sharing a private joke. they saw your face light up with that familiar, radiant smile as nanami rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, his expression softening in a way they rarely saw.

then, to their surprise, nanami sighed, pulling his wallet from his pocket and handing you a couple of bills. your smile grew even bigger, the kind of delighted, unguarded grin they’d each hoped to earn themselves. from a distance, they couldn’t make out what you were saying, but the playful exchange and easy familiarity between you both were clear as day.

their eyes widened when nanami leaned down, just slightly, his hand resting on your shoulder as he pressed a brief but gentle kiss to your lips—completely unfazed by the cafeteria full of students. the kiss was neither rushed nor hesitant, just natural and unapologetic. as he pulled away, he sent a pointed, almost warning glance in their direction, his gaze cold and unyielding, as if daring any of them to even think about challenging him.

you turned then, catching their gawking stares and raising the cash in your hand with a sly grin that practically dripped with triumph. they could only sit in stunned silence as you waved the money at them, your expression smug and knowing. your gaze lingered on them for a second longer, a little glint of mischief in your eyes, before you turned your attention back to your phone, completely unfazed by their reactions.

the four men sat there, speechless, their jaws hanging open in shock at the scene unfolding before them. they’d expected you to be meek and naive, unaware of their little bet. instead, here you were, giggling with nanami, a man known for his aloofness and strict nature, casually taking money from him in exchange for a kiss. your confident wave and smug smile only added to the shock.

toji was the first to snap out of it, his eyes narrowing as he watched you with a mixture of anger and surprise. “what the hell was that?” he sputtered, his voice strained.

sukuna’s face contorted with pure disbelief, a rare look of complete shock crossing his usual smug features. he couldn’t believe that the girl they’d all so casually thought they were playing had flipped the entire game on them. his jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as he muttered under his breath, “unbelievable… she played us.”

toji, on the other hand, looked downright irritated, his expression darkening as he watched nanami give you that casual, easy kiss. his pride stung, and he forced out a low, sarcastic laugh, shaking his head. “so much for thinking she’d be easy to handle,” he growled. “guess we’re the ones who got handled.”

geto was silent, his usual calm mask slipping just enough to reveal the flicker of surprise in his eyes. he prided himself on being perceptive, but seeing you there with nanami, openly flaunting the victory they thought was theirs, left him speechless. his lips curved into a grudging smirk, though, as he muttered, “gotta hand it to her… didn’t see that coming.”

gojo felt his face flush with a mix of frustration and lingering embarrassment. he leaned back, running a hand over his face and letting out a soft, defeated chuckle. “well, this is just fantastic,” he murmured, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he watched you wave the money with that smug smile on your face. “we’re all idiots, and she knows it.”

the four men sat there, each lost in their own thoughts, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. they’d underestimated you, treated you like a naive little toy to be won, but you'd turned the tables on them. and the fact that you’d done it so effortlessly, with such a casual smirk on your face, only added to the collective sense of shock and irritation.

gojo, in particular, couldn’t shake off the burning sense of embarrassment. you’d made him look like a fool, and that stung. him, who was never one to be outplayed, felt a strange mix of anger and admiration at your audacity. it was both aggravating and irritating, but there was an undercurrent of grudging respect. you’d made all of them look like morons, yet there was something about your confidence, the way you casually took nanami’s money, that he couldn’t help but find intriguing.

gojo clenched his jaw, his own competitive nature burning within him. “that smug little…” he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for the others to hear.

geto shot him a bemused smirk, sensing the competitive fire flaring up in his friend. “looks like you’ve met your match, genius,” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “and judging by the look on your face, you’re not handling it too well.”

lost in a whirlwind of shock and confusion, they barely noticed you approaching until you were standing right at their table, an amused, knowing smile on your lips. with a graceful, almost lazy flick of your wrist, you dropped a small stack of polaroids onto the table, each one falling face-up, showing exactly what they dreaded to see.

each photo captured the same damning image: them, fast asleep, completely unaware, while you sat on their waist, looking down with a mocking pout. your lips jutted out in an exaggerated, fake crying face, as if mourning their obliviousness. their faces, peaceful in sleep, were juxtaposed with your taunting expression, turning the tables in a way none of them could have expected.

toji’s eyes went wide as he flipped through the pictures, his smirk quickly fading to a tight-lipped grimace. sukuna’s jaw clenched, a flush of irritation darkening his cheeks as he processed the fact that you’d played him, all of them, so perfectly. geto let out a disbelieving chuckle, shaking his head, unable to hide a mix of amusement and frustration at your brazen boldness.

gojo, usually quick with a snappy comeback, could only stare at the photos, stunned into silence. he glanced up at you, his gaze a mix of admiration and disbelief. you’d outwitted them, effortlessly.

you leaned in slightly, resting one hand on the edge of the table, flashing them a wicked grin. “hope you enjoyed your little nap, boys,” you teased, your tone sweet but dripping with smugness. with one final smirk, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving them speechless, the photos in hand as a constant reminder of the game they’d lost to you.

[yootaesowlwrites]

Choke Me And Bite Me - N / Cha Hakyeon

W/C: 3.6K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Choke me and bite me,” + “Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

Warnings: Smut, nudism, choking, explicit language, bruising, nicknames, oral (male and female receiving), slight teasing, biting, light fingering, marking, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You had just arrived home after attending an event with your boyfriend, Hakyeon, and during the entire evening, you could see him practically undress you with his eyes, as you reach the bedroom you begin to slip out of your dress, truth be told, you hated dresses and the fact you had to wear one for this event made you wish Hakyeon could just rip it off you and destroy it. You pause as you had the zipper down completely and let out a sigh, you look over your shoulder and found the man looking at you as he took off his blazer and started to undo his tie.

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?” You ask. Your words make him freeze before he released his tie and took quick strides towards you, his hands slipping into the open fabric of your dress before tugging it down, letting it pool around your feet. “Hak… I’m so fucking frustrated, move faster,” He presses his front against your bare back and his hands instantly cup your breasts, his lips quickly find their way to your shoulder and kisses along it.

“Why are you frustrated?” He mutters as he kisses towards the crook of your neck. “Is it because you had to wear a dress?” You take in a deep breath, that was partially why you were frustrated. “Or was it because you didn’t want to go?”

“Because you didn’t do anything when we got home,” You sigh out. “And you just kept eye fucking me,” His hands squeeze your breasts before nibbling on your skin. “You should really make it up to me… show me how much you appreciated me wearing a dress for you tonight,” He turns you to face him, and you reach up to grip onto his tie, his hands slowly move over your hips and towards your ass to cup your cheeks through your panties.

“What do you want me to do?” He asks. “Anything you want tonight,” You lick your lips as you think for a moment, and you tug on the tie, pulling him closer to you, his lips were inches away from yours, and you stared into each other’s eyes, tension quickly grows between you both and a shift in the air becomes noticeable quickly.

“Choke me and bite me,” You whisper. You watch as his eyes practically darken even more if it was possible, and his hands grip your ass cheeks harder before pushing you to kiss him, your eyes fall shut as you begin to tug on his tie to loosen it completely, and your fingers quickly move to the buttons of his dress shirt once you had the tie loose and begin undoing them. You gasp into the kiss as you feel his hand suddenly grasp your neck and pull back, letting a smirk form on your lips. “Fuck…”

“You know what to say if it gets too much,” He states more than asks. He begins backing you towards the bed, keeping his grip on your neck, it was tight enough to leave bruises behind but still loose enough to allow you to breathe. The back of your legs hit the bed, and you immediately sit down, staring up at him, you had managed to open his shirt and the view you had, was making you squeeze your legs together.

“Yes,” You sigh and reach out to press your hand flat against his stomach and slowly slide your hand upwards, but his free hand quickly catches your hand, and he leans slightly forward.

“You’re going the wrong way,” He says, his voice low and his face hard. He moves your hand lower and places it on his belt. “Undo it,” He releases your hand, and you lift your other hand to help unbuckle his belt, and undo his pants before pulling it down along with his underwear. You lean closer and feel his grip on your neck shift slightly, your lips brush over his lower stomach, and you kiss down towards his pubic bone, leaving a wet trail of your saliva behind for an invisible happy trail, your lips then make their way towards his thighs and begin leaving kisses behind on them, moving closer to where his cock was slowly hardening. “Your mouth is always so good,” You glance up at him and found him watching you intently as his chest moves deeply.

You slip your tongue out and glide it over his thighs, making him let out a shuddering breath, you slide your tongue almost over every inch of his upper highs before it reached his pubic bone, and you heard his breathing become deeper, his cock was almost fully hard now and pressing against your jaw as you were licking at his pubic bone, your tongue reaches the base of his cock, and you feel his fingers tighten for a split second.

“Fuck, it feels so good when you do that,” He mutters. You slide your tongue along his length, earning a low groan from him as you do, you watch as his lids flutter and knew how sensitive he was already, the knowledge of that alone had your walls clenching and wetness pooling between your folds, your tongue reaches the tip of his cock, and you could taste the saltiness from his pre-cum starting to form.

“Hmm,” You hum, and watch as his head falls back and hear him take in a deep breath. You flick your tongue over the slit on his cock, earning a squeeze around your neck, you flatten your tongue against it before slowly sliding it over the slit and along his length towards the base of his cock.

“Fuck, you’re teasing now,” He mutters. You leave a kiss at the base of his cock before wrapping your lips around the side of his cock and sliding your mouth along it until you reach the tip again. “Fucking hell…”

“Are you complaining if I was?” You say once you pulled your mouth back, his cock was completely hard now, and you could see more pre-cum forming at the tip, any moment now it would start spilling to the floor or even on your thighs if you continued. You gently blow against the tip of his cock before you were pushed back, and your neck was released. “Ohh, was that a little too much?”

“You said I needed to show you how much I appreciated you wearing a dress,” He says, and you could hear the frustration in his tone. “So that’s what I’m going to do,” He grips the elastic of your panties and tugs them down before gripping the open shirt he still had on and pushing it off his shoulders, both of you being left completely nude now. He leans over, pressing his hands into the mattress on either side of your hips, and kisses your hip before slowly kissing down towards the crease of your hips and nips at the skin, you reach up and grip the sheets, twisting them between your fingers.

“Hak…” You breathe out, another nip was left on the sensitive skin before his lips moved lower and the nipping quickly turned into biting. “Ohh, yes, yes, like that,” A bite was left behind on your skin with each movement lower, and you could feel your skin growing hotter and your pussy wetter. You lift your head as his lips disappear and watch as he sinks down to his knees before lifting your legs over his shoulders, spreading your legs and exposing you to him, the sound of your wetness being pulled apart quickly fills the room, and you feel his nose glide against the inside of your thigh.

“You look so wet and needy,” He mutters. “Did teasing me do all that, or were you just that frustrated?” You feel his teeth sink into your inner thigh, and you reach down with one hand to grip his hair, your hips slightly lift at the feeling of his teeth being against your skin and biting his way towards your pussy.

“Fucking hell, Hakyeon, that… ohhh,” You mumble as you tug on the covers with your other hand. “It’s so good,” You feel one last bite against your thighs before his nose brushed against your folds with his lips following shortly afterwards. “A little bit of both,” He hums against your folds before you feel his lips push past them and press below your clit. “Ohh, my…” The vibrations quickly caused your insides to tense and your breathing to become heavier. His hands grip the top of your thighs, making sure he had a tight grip on them before you felt his tongue press against your pussy and lick a stripe upwards and over your clit, you flex your feet at the pleasurable feeling suddenly going through your veins. “Hakyeeeonnn,” His lips wrap around your clit and begin sucking on it. “Oh, my fuck…”

Your body was slowly tensing up, and you could feel your back starting to stick to the bed covers as sweat begins building up on your skin, one of Hakyeon’s hands moves higher and grips on the crease of your hip, digging his fingers into the skin, most definitely leaving bruises behind, he gently tugs your clit, and it felt like your soul almost got tugged out from you as he did, you press your head into the mattress and close your eyes.

“Fucking hell, Hakyeon…” You moan out, your fingers curling into his locks and tugging on them each time he used his lips to tug on your clit, he tilts his head and pushes his chin between your folds and has it rubbing near your entrance. “Oh… you’re so fucking good,” You could feel your stomach muscles tensing up. He tugs on your clit one more time before releasing it with a soft pop, causing your entire body jerks at the feeling of it.

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” He mutters against your pussy as his head drops lower, you squeeze your lids tighter together and let out a sigh of contention when you felt his lips touch your entrance.

“Oh, my go— ohhh,” You moan and turn your head to the side as you felt his tongue lap at your entrance, he was always so damn good at using his tongue to please you and make you feel good. “Oh, shit, I…” Your hips lift slightly off the bed as you felt the tip of his tongue poking at your entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so needy for me,” He mumbles, you had barely picked up with he had said since his words were muffled against your pussy. His tongue flattens against your pussy, and he licks another stride upwards and over your clit, his mouth basically covering your entire pussy, and you heard him swallow.

“Fucking— HAKYEON!” You scream and turn your head to the other side, your entire body felt tingly as he did that, you could feel your entire body starting to tense up as e knot of pleasure builds inside you, you pull at the covers, pulling them into a bundle in one hand while your other hand gripped his hair tightly. “Hak… I’m not, I’m going… I…” Your breathing was short and you felt hot everywhere. His mouth lifts only for his to press against your clit and give slow long licks over it, you feel his hand on your thigh disappear for a moment before you felt his fingers poking at your entrance. “Oh, fucking shit, I, Yeooonnn!” His fingers curl against your entrance before extending and slipping into you.

“Go on, let it go,” He mutters, the vibrations from his voice travels through your clit and straight into the knot that was building and building inside you, his finger curls inside you and your hips lift from the bed, your toes curl as the knot come undone and pleasure washes over you, your body shakes with pleasure and your cum spills from you, making a mess on his chin, fingers and hand.

“OH, Fucking, HAK— Yeon, oh my fuck,” You moan out and tug at the covers, he moans against your clit as you pull at his hair, fuck, it felt so good when he made you feel this good. “Yeon, Yeon, oh my fuck, uhhhhmmm,” Stars danced behind your lids as you went through your high, your mind completely blank of everything and anything for a few minutes. By the time your mind returned down to earth, his mouth had released your clit and was peppering kisses on your lower stomach and his fingers were smearing your juices onto your thigh. “Gosh…”

“I’m aching to be inside you now,” He mumbles, you open your eyes and lift your head to look at him, his eyes were black with lust as he stared up at you, you watch as he opens his mouth and begins leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses up your stomach, stopping once he had reached your sternum, his arm slips underneath you, and you feel him shift you higher onto the bed before he climbs on top of you, his cock slaps against your folds before you felt his hand pressing against your folds and pushing his cock between them.

“Fuck…” You mumble. Your clit had developed a heartbeat and feeling his cock rub against it caused your body to twitch, he slides his cock through your juices before pushing the tip inside, his hand releases his cock, and you feel it move between your bodies before you felt his fingers wrap around your neck, his other hand quickly grabs onto yours and pushes it into the bed and holds onto it. “Ohmm fuck,” His fingers interlace with yours as his cock slowly pushes into you, stretching and filling your walls.

“Ohh, uhhm, fuck, I…” He grunts out, his lids fluttering at the feeling of your walls surrounding him and swallowing him into you. “Fuck…”

“Uhh, ohh, Yeon… hmm,” You moan, trying to keep your eyes open and on him. “Fuck…” He lets out a low grunt as he bottoms out inside you, his breathing hard and almost in sync with yours. His hand squeezes yours before he slowly lifts his hips, the sound of your wetness squelching quickly fills the air as he slides out halfway before thrusting back in. “Y-Yeon!” The sound of skin slapping against skin quickly fills the room, and he finds a pace that was making not only his mind spin but yours as well.

“Fuck, so good, you feel so good,” He mutters and lowers his head, his lips grazing over your jaw as he kisses along. “Taking it so good, fuck,” You could feel his balls brushing against your ass cheeks as he thrusts into you, your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut in pure blissful pleasure, the way he was holding your neck just right and then holding your hand had you overwhelmed with feelings and sensations.

“Ha-Hakyeon,” You gasp out, you could feel his stomach brushing against yours with each thrust, your body was quickly stiffening as a ball of tension was building inside you again. “Oh, oh… fucking, I, Haky-Yeeoonn,” You dig your heels into the mattress, and you bend your legs, your toes curl as you feel a heat sensation going through your legs. “Oh, my fuckkkk,” It wasn’t going to be long, you were sure of it. Your hand that was still holding onto his hair slowly slides away from it and onto his back.

“Mark me up, scratch me,” He mumbles against your skin, you didn’t need to be told twice, your nails immediately scratch at his skin, leaving long red streaks behind on his skin before you did it again until you finally managed to grab onto him and dig your nails into him. “Fuck,” His head drops to the crook of your neck and begins peppering kisses on your skin.

“Yeon, oh my fu— OH,” Your back arches as you let out a moan, the tension inside you was becoming tighter before you feel it snap and come undone, your legs shake with pleasure as you try to ground them, your grip on his back was starting to slip. “YEON!” It felt like you were floating on cloud nine as he pounds into you, slowly starting to chase after his own high that was building. His hand pressed a little harder against your neck as your walls pulsed around him, sending his mind into a frenzy to get to his high.

“Fuck, fuck, Y/n, baby, fuck,” He grunts out, fireworks were going off inside your mind as stars were once again exploding behind your lids, everything felt so good, and you weren’t sure if you were going to come back down to earth for a moment. His hips begin slamming into you faster as he felt a heartbeat starting to form in the head of his cock. “Close, gonna… soon,” You let out a whine and wrap your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles behind his back.

“Fuck, Yeon, so good, cum for me,” You whimper out, his cock shifts deeper into you, and you feel him hitting a new angle inside you. “FUCK!” You had barely come down from your high before you felt another one already threatening to erupt. “Yeeeeoooonn,” You were at the edge of that mountain, close to feeling another hot pleasure going through you. “Fuck, oh, my fuck, oh, my, fuck, fuck,” You feel a harsh thrust from him before your mind completely falls blank, you didn’t even notice his hips stuttering as he was spilling his warm load into you.

“Fuck, tak-taking it s-so good,” He stutters out from the pleasure coursing through him, his mind was buzzing from pleasure, his hand around your neck loosens before he pushed it into the mattress next to your body, his hips slow down before completely stopping against yours to take a moment to gather his energy and thoughts, you could feel your body slowly starting to cool down as the air starts to cool down as well, you release the tighter grip you had on his back and allow your hand to fall onto the bed, he lifts his head to look at you before slowly sliding out from you and rolls onto the bed, he takes in a deep breath. “Did I manage to do what you wanted?”

“Hmm,” Your mind was in a daze, you could still feel his touch all over your body and your pussy was still beating with pleasure. “Hmm, absolutely,” You open your eyes and turn your head to look at him.

“Is your neck alright?” He asks, his eyes looking at the spot he had held onto. “I think I may have held on too tight,” You lift your hand and slowly run your fingers along the spot you felt was warmer than the rest of you.

“It’s okay, I’m okay, more than okay, Hak,” You whisper. “And you, your back… how does it feel?” Your hand felt sore from how hard you had gripped and held onto him.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind it, I asked for it,” He says, you lazily nod your head before watching him take in a deep breath before he stood from the bed. “Let me go get a cloth to clean your wounds and you,” You prop yourself up onto your elbows and look towards your thighs, bite marks covering them, and then you notice the hickeys he had ended up leaving behind on your stomach when he had kissed his way up. He disappears into the bathroom, and you hear the water running before it shuts off, and he returns, you lay back and close your eyes as he places the lukewarm cloth against your thighs.

“Hmm, that feels so good also,” You mumble. He gently wipes over the bite marks, making sure to clean them, before you felt him pull your legs apart to clean your inner thighs and slowly clean your pussy. “Gosh, from grabbing my neck to being so gentle, what a good boyfriend you are,” He chuckles, and you feel him about to get up, but you quickly grab his hand, stopping him, you sit upright, a whine leaving you as you feel cum spilling from you. “Let me clean you too…” You take the cloth from him and slowly begin cleaning along his member, noticing the cum splatters on his thighs. “We made a very big mess…”

“I noticed,” He says. “We need to change the sheets,” You nod your head as you carefully clean over his thighs before handing him the cloth.

“Bring the fluffy towels, we will tomorrow morning,” You say. “I’m way too tired now,” He chuckles and nods his head before going back to the bathroom, you hear water running a few moments again before it stops, you sit upright and look between your legs, seeing the bite marks and seeing his cum leaking from your entrance. “Fuck… why is it so hot…”

“Because it’s you,” He says as he exits the bathroom with the giant fluffy towels. “Spread your legs for me, so I can watch it leak from you, baby,” Your walls clench at his words, it may have sounded like he was joking. You spread your legs wider for him and watch his eyes widen as he watches his own load spill from you and leaks onto the bed, he didn’t think you would actually do it, but of course, you did, you were a tease after all. “Should I clean it for you?” He licks his lips, the air shifting once again.

[brunchable]

𝙄 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 [ 2 ]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Themes: Friends to Lovers. SMUT: Touch Hungry Bucky, Kiss Hungry Bucky, Bucky just not getting enough of you, fingering, cunnilingus, Oral [M&F], unprotected piv, creampie. Just PURE making love, no kinks. Summary: It's only been a few hours since you've become official and Bucky want to show you just how much you mean to him. A/N: 2 of 2. And I must say. . . JAYSUS. BON APETITIDDIES.

Part One

You were stiff. You were sore. Your arm was asleep. And you felt fucking fantastic.

Maybe in the movies people woke up entwined in each other's arms after a night of spirited lovemaking, but for you, reality was much more awkward. Your head had somehow become wedged behind Bucky’s shoulder, and both his legs were about to slide off the couch altogether. You untangled yourself as best you could, looking down at him as you moved his limbs out of the way.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully, his dark lashes lying flat against the skin beneath his eyes. They fluttered slightly as you pulled free of him, and he stirred.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled, and turned over so he was facing the back of the couch, still caught in mid-slide towards the floor.

You tried not to laugh. God, he was adorable.

You sat up, arching your back to stretch out the sore muscles. Then your breath caught. What time was it? Holy hell, I’m going to be late.

You stood up quickly, and was seized by an ache between your legs so unfamiliar that you nearly sat back down again. Holy crap. It had been way too long. You almost felt like a virgin again. You rose again shakily, noticing that your whole groin felt sore, and so did your hips—probably from throwing your legs up around his waist. God, what a wanton hussy you were, you thought happily.

You went quietly towards the bathroom, checking the clock on the stove as you walked by. It was nearly eight-thirty. Crap. You were supposed to be at work by nine, or nine-thirty at the latest. you'd  have to make the shower a quick one.

You stood under the hot water, letting it pour over your sore muscles. You washed out your hair, lathered up your body and massaged your sore hips as random images from last night invaded your thoughts. Even now you weren't entirely convinced it hadn't all been a dream. Has it really happened? The soreness was real enough. And so were the images flashing through your mind.

Bucky’s body on yours, looming over you, holding your wrists, kissing you with abandon. Taking each breast in his mouth, teasing you with his fingers. Sliding into you, tilting your back and thrusting deeper, faster, harder.

Suddenly a blurry figure appeared on the other side of the glass door. The door slid open and he stood there, looking disheveled from sleep but adorably sexy. And naked, too.

"Hi," he said, a seductive smile curving his lips. His eyes traveled down your naked body, pausing at your breasts and then sliding down to the between your legs where rivulets of water coursed and ran together.

You flushed at the frank inspection but willed yourself not to try to hide from him. You shifted your weight, jutting your hip out provocatively and smiled.

His eyes returned to yours, desire glinting in them. "May I join you?"

You pushed the door back and invited him in. Bucky stepped in and crowded you, not unpleasantly, until your back was up against the tiles. He braced his hands on the wall behind you, and let the water flow over him as he leaned down and kissed you.

You opened to him and kissed him back, winding your hands around his waist and sliding them down his ass, squeezing appreciatively. He smiled into the kiss, enjoying your wandering hands, then pushed forward so your bodies were pressed together, the water slick and warm between you.

"So," he murmured in your ear, his voice barely a whisper above the sound of the water. "So much for that idea."

"What idea was that?" you whispered back, kissing his ear.

"The idea that we could ever be just friends," he said, catching your jaw with his lips as you turned your head. He covered your neck with slow, lingering kisses, trailing his mouth down your and cupping your breast with his hand.

"Oh, I don't know, I think it's a great idea so far," you said coquettishly. "Besides," you joked. "I do this with all my male friends."

He mocked a scowl at you, and gave you  that smile that had always melted you. "Well, that's going to have to stop. You're mine now."

He kissed you slowly, his tongue tangling with yours as he teased and tasted, enjoying your mouth.

You kissed him back, licking and tasting and enjoying him until you felt rather than heard a hum of desire, of pure carnal lust, vibrating through him. He was growing hard against your belly, his cock pressing against you urgently.

He lowered his head further and took your  nipple into his mouth, licking the soft nub until it grew hard beneath his tongue. Pleasure shot through you, and he turned to lavish the same attention on your other breast. You writhed against the cold tiles at your back, arching into him and sinking your fingers into his hair to hold him to you. He smiled as you moaned with pleasure, and laughed softly when he took your nipple between his teeth and made you suck in a sharp breath.

His cock was as hard as it had been a few hours ago, and it surged in your hand as he took your breasts. You gathered some suds into your palm and grasped him again, feeling the iron-hardness of him beneath the silky skin. You began to stroke, gliding fast and smooth, and he groaned from the pleasure of it, collapsing against you and kissing you between his soft, low sounds of pleasure and need.

You kept stroking and teasing, gliding over him in a steady rhythm, and felt yourself growing warm and slick at how hard he was beneath your fingers. You loved that you were doing that to him, making him want you so much. He groaned, his breath jagged and shallow. He tried to kiss you through his mounting pleasure but he had to break off to breathe, to lose himself in the sensation.

"God, baby," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "So good."

You tried not to focus on him calling you baby, knowing it was only his arousal talking. You focused instead on the intense pleasure that was making him say it. You continued stroking him, changing your hand position so that you pulled up with each stroke, teasingly pulling his skin up over the head each time and sinking down to the base, pleasuring every inch of him. Your other hand cupped his balls and caressed him, gently rolling him around in your fingers as he tensed and surged and seemed to fight against you, against the unbearable pleasure you were causing him.

After a few torturous moments he stopped your hand, his breathing so fast and ragged that he could hardly speak. 

“You—don't want—this to end too soon, do you?” he warned, kissing you in between breaths. “Because, my God, you could make me come in seconds if you wanted to.”

“That might be fun,” you said, kissing the edges of his mouth, licking at his lips and his tongue when he opened his mouth to you again.

“For me, yes,” he breathed, breaking away from you. “But I'm not nearly finished with you yet.”

He slipped his hand into your hair and held your head, kissing you with such raw passion, such naked need that you felt a surge of warmth flood between your legs in spite of the cooling effects of the water. He had wrung a soul-shattering orgasm out of you just a few hours ago and yet here you were again, eager for him again. Wanton hussy indeed.

"Do you remember that night, two years ago?" he asked, his voice low and deep. "At the party, when I played that song on the guitar for you, and you asked whether it hurt my fingers to play the steel strings?"

He was watching his own fingers trail over your breasts, over your tightened nipple, down past your navel, as the water trickled over you both.

"Mmm hmmm," you murmured, your eyes closed, lost in the sensation of the water coursing down your body and his hand moving over you.

“And you touched my fingertips…”

Of course you remembered; you'd run your  fingers over the roughened pads of his fingertips, and had watched in delight as he'd twitched a little, and then trembled, just a little, at your touch. You'd kept your touch feather-light and soft, drifting over his fingertips and down his fingers a little, feeling the shiver of heightened awareness in your  own hands.

Maybe you'd been a little too suggestive, a little too lingering, whispering-touching those parts of him that were supposedly hardened against such sensations—but you'd been unable to stop yourself. His hands had been warm and strong and eminently male, and when he'd stiffened and held his breath, as if willing himself not to react to your seductive touch, you'd felt that shiver of awareness deepen into an intense desire.

Such a seemingly innocent touch, just a friend examining the time-worn calluses of a guitar player's fingertips. . .and yet in that moment, even amongst their friends, even with the music playing loud and the laughter soaring above it, you'd felt like it had been just the two of you in that room, touching each other intentionally for the very first time, your hand tentatively reaching out for his, and his reaching to meet your half way.

“You drove me wild.” he said, leaning to kiss your neck. “I got so hard, I was afraid to move. And after that, I kept thinking of all the things I wanted to do to you with these fingers.” He slipped his hand between your  legs and caressed your folds, parting them gently and sliding inside you. “Like this, for instance.”

You moaned and leaned your head against his shoulder, letting him touch you wherever he wanted. His fingers explored you, caressed you, possessed you, expertly as though they, too, knew you were his.

“I just had to touch you,” you breathed against him. “And believe me, this is what I was thinking about too.”

“You stopped me last night,” he murmured, dragging his mouth along your neck. “I wanted to feel you come for me. To finish what you started that night.”

You groaned at the sound of his voice, so low and sexual, so heated with his own desire.

“Let me feel you come for me, baby,” he whispered into your ear, licking your  earlobe. “Please.”

He gripped your hip and lifted you up against the wall slightly, positioning you so he could slide his fingers deep inside you. He held you firmly around the waist, bracing you against the wall, and thrust into you gently, with first one finger, then two, sliding deeper and deeper each time, stretching you, mimicking the size and power of his cock. His thumb played over your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you as he pressed his forehead to yours and gazed down into your  eyes. You gasped and cried out from the overwhelming pleasure of it even as you squirmed beneath his fingers and ached for more.

He braced you against his thigh and pressed against you while his arm steadied you from behind, holding you completely in his grasp. Bucky had such a way of holding you, letting you know that you were going nowhere, making sure you had no desire to be anywhere but in his arms. You felt safe, and secure, and above all, worshiped.

Bucky bent down and kissed you, sliding his fingers into your with a wild, sensuous rhythm that matched the increasing speed of his thumb as it stroked and rubbed and swirled around your aching clit. His hand was so strong, his fingers curving inside you to caress you, to find that super-sensitive inner spot even as he plunged and drove and took. With his thumb circling your clit in a relentless rhythm and his fingers deep inside you, stretching you, claiming you, you felt completely owned by him, by the hand that possessed every inch of you.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, matching the rhythm of his fingers, swirling, tasting, mutely revealing that he had had another  fantasy, too. The thought of his mouth on you, his tongue tasting you, torturing you, swirling over your clit as you writhed beneath it made you go weak in the knees.

Bucky broke away from the kiss and began trailing kisses down your neck, your breasts, lowering himself to his knees in front of you  while bracing your hips against the tiles with his strong hands.

"Did I mention what it did to me the first time your tongue touched mine?" he whispered devilishly.

He looked up at you so intently, his beautiful blue eyes blazing as the water streamed over his shoulder and down the contours of his chest. You gazed down at him, and for the second time this morning questioned whether  all this could actually be happening. This gorgeous, virile man gripping you, kneeling before you, gazing at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. It couldn't be real, could it?

Then he lowered his lips to your and you knew it was.

Sensation tore through your touch, so delicately gentle at first, and you arched against the wall with a startled cry. You reached down and gripped his shoulder, steadying yourself on one foot as he brought you to your leg up slowly, gently and eased it over his shoulder. The sight of it alone nearly made you come. He moved so languidly, so sensuously, positioning you better so he could enjoy your all the more.

He closed his mouth over your clit and kissed it luxuriously, his lips moving as though he were kissing your mouth. His tongue swirled over you in large, sensuous circles and he groaned against you, tightening his grip on your hip as you moaned against the sudden overwhelming pleasure of it. The tip of his tongue darted out to flick against your  rapidly as he looked up at you again, watching your pleasure, his eyes smiling at you as if he knew precisely how good he was making you feel. Then he fell on you again, his tongue roaming over you, tasting you, luxuriating in your folds and dipping to lap at your entrance.

“Oh my, g-god. Bucky—”

You bucked against him and cried out as his tongue slipped into your and pulsed there, gently, savouring you. Your hand sank into his wet hair and as you gripped his head, you were rewarded with a muted chuckle and a more intense forward surge of his tongue inside you. He liked the moans he wrought from you. He liked being able to make your  cry out and seize him, your head thrown back in agonizing pleasure.

And fuck did you like it, too.

"Oh God," you breathed, your heart thundering in your chest. "My God, that feels so good..."

He withdrew from your and slid his tongue up to torture your aching clit, and just when you began to miss the feel of him inside your he gently pushed his fingers into your again and began to thrust.

Pleasure soared through you and you cried out even louder, and the leg draped over his shoulder began to tremble. His tongue circled your clit again, deliciously slowly, as his fingers slid into you over and over again, a sensual, primitive rhythm that made you  want to grind your hips against the pleasure.

“I'm coming,” you whispered urgently. “You're going to make me come…”

His fingers thrust deeper and faster and he began to lick you so quickly, with such a throaty groan of pleasure that you felt your  orgasm rise, terrifyingly fast and sharp, making you cry out in increasing, panting breaths until you shattered, coming violently around his fingers and that sensuous, irresistible tongue. You shuddered with an aching cry and trembled from the spasms he sent rippling through you. Your body curled forward as you gripped him tighter, your  fingers pulling on his hair from the pressure.

He removed your leg from his shoulder gently as you continued to shudder, feeling aftershocks of pleasure shiver through you. He got to his feet and helped you stand, pressing himself against your  and nuzzling your neck.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, your voice shaking. your  whole body shaking. “That was incredible.”

“That...was just the prelude,” he whispered, kissing you. “I haven't even started pleasuring you yet.”

God, he was going to kill you. Death by orgasm, you thought happily. What a way to go.

He leaned to turn off the water, but he stilled his hand. He looked back at you with a questioning expression, and then understood. You pulled him back towards yourself and he went willingly, stepping back under the stream of water, kissing you deeply, his hands roaming greedily over your  body.

You weren't done with him. He had made you feel like a goddess, worshiped, cherished, adored.

You broke off the kiss and began trailing your  lips down his neck, his collarbone and chest, enjoying the warmth of the water trickling past your mouth. His chest muscles tensed as you kissed them, and as you moved your  lips slowly down his abdomen you felt his whole body go rigid with anticipation. You sank to your knees in the tub and brushed kisses along his navel, his hip bones, and he put his hands on your shoulders to steady himself. Water coursed over both of you, and you delighted in it, closing your eyes against the spray.

“Baby,” Bucky said softly, barely audible above the water.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him. He was about to say something but you smiled and glanced away, focusing instead on the head of his cock, hard and urgent in front of you. He was thick and beautiful, and still as hard, maybe even harder, than he had been when you'd teased him with your  hands.

“I want to taste you,” you said playfully. “All of you.”

You leaned forward and gently licked the swollen tip of his cock. He inhaled sharply, his whole body tensing, and you smiled up at him, letting him know this was for your  pleasure as much as for his. You swirl your  tongue around the head, taking it into your  mouth and suckling gently, teasing it. The skin was soft and smooth, stretched deliciously tight from the hardness of his erection.

You let your tongue play over it, dipping into the opening, making him moan. You drifted your tongue along the ridge, and down to the sensitive skin just beneath the head, licking and tasting, nipping and kissing.

You looked up at him, and his dark eyes were wild with desire. You smiled, and ran your  tongue up and down the length of him, ending at the head and flicking at it delicately, teasingly. He moaned softly, his breathing starting to grow rapid. You rose up slightly to take the whole length of him into your mouth and sucked him, long and hard.

He let out a gasp and braced himself against the wall with one hand, his other  hand gripping your  shoulder.

“Oh fuck—Baby...”

You slid your mouth over his shaft, deeper, deeper, and slid back up the length of him. Your hands came around and gripped his ass, pulling him towards you. He staggered forward slightly as you took him into your  mouth again, luxuriously taking in his entire length, sucking, licking, tasting as you went. The sensation of him in your mouth was almost as overwhelming as his first entrance into your body had been, so unfamiliar but so right at the same time.

You caressed his balls with one hand as you played your tongue over his cock. He groaned, his breathing jagged now, his cock harder than ever. His hand moved from your  shoulder to sink into your wet hair, and he gripped your head with barely restrained urgency. Gently he guided your head closer to him as you sucked. You lowered yourself onto him and slowly sucked your way back up, your mouth gripping him, your cheeks hollowing, as your tongue slid over him with each pass.

His hips began to move as he started to match your rhythm, thrusting into you, meeting your mouth. Bucky gripped your head more firmly and held your head still, driving into you gently.

You let your hand fall and you sat back on your haunches, enjoying the feeling of him sliding in and out of your mouth, controlling his own pleasure, taking what he wanted, and what you were so willing to give. Yet you could tell he was holding back, wanting to thrust harder and faster but restraining himself and settling for a smoother, slower pace.

For you. Bucky was holding back for your sake. This passionate, soulful, virile man was holding back his own pleasure because he wanted to be gentle with you.

The very thought of it excited you, and you increased your own rhythm, encouraging him, moaning with pleasure as he drove into you. You sucked harder, faster, turning your  gaze up to him with an urgent plea in your  eyes. Faster. Deeper. Now, my love.

And he understood.

Bucky groaned, and stepped forward. His hand clenched in your hair and he began to move, faster and harder, plunging deeper, holding your head as he thrust into your  mouth with urgent, rhythmic strokes. He slid in and out of your mouth as if through warm honey, and you felt and heard his pleasure mounting with every ratcheted breath and every desperate moan that escaped his lips.

His eyes watched your with rapt adoration and abject lust, and you could tell that the sight of your taking him fully into your mouth, of your sucking him with pure, greedy abandon and complete acceptance, was pushing him closer to the edge as much as the intense pleasure of your tongue on his cock was. Or more.

He tensed as his rhythm grew faster, his breathing harder, until you felt him tighten and strain so much that you felt certain he was going to spill himself into your mouth. But at the last moment he cried out and pulled back, his cock slipping out of your  mouth quickly. He stood still, breathless, his eyes closed as if willing his orgasm to retreat. Water sliced down his neck and chest, and finally he let out a slow, jagged moan of a breath and opened his eyes. He looked down at you wildly, and reached for you,helping you to your feet.

“Jesus,” he said breathlessly, staring at you as he tried to catch his breath. “I can't...I can't believe how goddamn good that felt. You brought me so close, so fast, I almost couldn't stop it.”

“Why did you?” you asked, running your  finger along his jaw. “I wanted to feel you come for me.”

He groaned against you, his hands roaming over your  body. “I told you, I'm not nearly done with you yet.”

He kissed you hungrily, his cock surging against your violently as your bodies met. you could feel him moving against you, his cock rubbing against you,and you knew how badly he wanted to be inside you again.

As badly as you wanted him inside you again.

He stepped back, his breath still ragged, and pressed his forehead to yours as he closed his eyes and tried to breathe.

“You're not done yet, huh?” you teased gently, letting your fingers sink into his wet hair as you kissed his neck.

“Not nearly.”

“But I have to go to work. Maybe if I'm lucky you'll be here when I get home?”

“I'm not going anywhere.”

He reached to turn off the water and stepped out of the shower, turning to help your step over the wall of the tub. You threw your robe on and cinched the belt as he dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. You caught him grinning at you, and it was so clear what he was thinking that it made your  laugh.

“What?” you demanded, squeezing the excess water out of your hair with a hand towel. “What are you smiling at?”

Bucky wetted his lips with his tongue, “Fuck it. You're just going to have to be late for work. Come here…”

“Hey!” your eyes widened playfully, jumping away from him. “Are you trying to kill me? Stop!”

Bucky untied your robe and you yelped, trying to slap his hands away. He just kept advancing on you, grinning devilishly. You turned and scampered away from him with a squeal of delight.

He followed behind, still grasping for the robe. You shrieked and laughed and ran towards the bedroom, and he followed, catching up to you and pushing you onto the bed with a resounding crack of the bed frame.

You laughed as he tumbled on top of you, but he silenced you with his mouth, kissing you hungrily as he impatiently pushed your robe aside. His breath was ragged as he nudged your legs apart with his knee, his need too great for the slow, sensual lovemaking of last night. He held his cock against your entrance and smoothly thrusts into you and moaned against your mouth, and you wrapped your legs around him to draw him deeper.

He plunged into you, covering your body and your mouth with the same hungry possession. You were still so warm and wet, so exquisitely ready for him that he filled you easily, driving you relentlessly as he tasted your tongue, your lips, your neck, and groaned from the pleasure your body was giving him.

You tensed around him and he moaned breathlessly, a throaty, male sound of pure ecstasy. He pounded into you, falling into a steady rhythm born of raw, primitive need. Your body tightened around him with every thrust, and waves of pleasure rippled through you, building in intensity up to an almost unbearable pressure, a delicious heat that made you moan into his mouth as he kissed you.

He rose up, his arms braced beside you, to look down as he stroked and withdrew and breathed out his pleasure while his eyes glowed pure heat. He grabbed your rear, tilting one hip up towards him, entering you  on such an angle that a new kaleidoscope of pleasure bloomed throughout you. He gripped you possessively, driving you deeper and faster and harder. His eyes burned, glowing like obsidian, hot and wild and almost frenzied with desire.

“Baby,” he groaned, his eyes pinning you, claiming you, as though he were branding you with your heat.

You're mine...

You're mine...

Your first time together had only been hours ago, but it was as if you had been lovers for years...every fluid flexing of his hips against you hit just the right spot, every deep, powerful thrust of his cock stretched your pussy with a familiar, almost expected surge of pleasure.

“Yes—oh god yes, Bucky—fuck me,” you breathed.

Two simple words and suddenly he was on the edge...buried so deep inside you, thrusting, plunging, your breasts pressed against his chest, the pleasure roaring through his body.

Suddenly he wanted to take you, hard. He wanted to fuck you with abandon, the eyes-closed, head-back, moaning-out-loud kind of sexual abandon that he had so rarely experienced in his life, but which was crashing through his body and mind right now.

He wanted this woman...he wanted to own you, to take you, to claim your body as his....he wanted to fuck you until he'd emptied his balls into you, feeling your pussy clenching and spasming in orgasm around his cock as he came, as you came, as you came together.

He withdrew from you quickly, barely able to catch his breath, and, as if you could read his thoughts, you turned onto your stomach just as his trembling hands guided your hips over. Your hair spilled over your bare back and your ass curved out so seductively it was all he could do not to cum right there, all over your smooth skin. But his cock knew what it wanted, and he pulled you forward to slide into the heaven of your pussy, so wet and tight and swollen for him.

He cried out when he took your again, his cock parting your folds and filling you so completely. The feel of him stretching you, the crest of his head pressing against your  from this new angle...you felt a tremor of pleasure ripple through you and knew you were close, as close as he was. When he leaned over you and began to kiss your  shoulders you shuddered, and when he began to thrust you buried your face in the pillow and moaned.

Your moans of pleasure filled the room and he squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to last, begging his aching cock not to explode just yet. . .this pace, these quick short strokes as his hips slapped against your ass, your body moving with his every thrust. . .It was almost too much to bear. Bucky buried his faced in your sweet-smelling hair and let his cock plunge as it would, faster and faster, making him shake, making him breathless, making him feel like nothing but a desperate cock as he fucked you.

And fucked you. And fucked you, as you had begged him to...

You could only whimper now, lost to the pleasure of his man taking you like this, fucking you so wildly, almost savagely. The pleasure he was taking from your body, his moans and groans and the growls of pleasure you could feel against your back and in the warm breath at your ear. . . it was pure, primal lust.

You felt worshiped beneath him, as if every thrust of his hungry cock was a tribute to you, every growl and sharp breath an oath. He was fucking you, mindlessly, and yet every part of him was attuned to you, touching you, adoring you.

As his pace grew even faster, his thrusts shallower, you could sense he was about to come, and you felt your muscles tighten around him to heighten his pleasure and hers. His thrusts were so powerful that you felt the orgasm rising in you and you closed your eyes, lifting your head back so he could slide his hand into your hair, gently holding your neck and kissing your jaw with breathy, open-mouthed kisses.

“Oh, God Bucky...I'm coming,” you moaned. “I'm coming.”

“Yes...cum for me baby....cum on my cock.”

“Cum with me....please....I want you to cum inside me, please....please....”

And he could withstand it no more.

Pleasure detonated through him as his orgasm spasmed throughout his body, wracking him with wave after wave of euphoric release. He cried out your name as he thrust and bucked against your flesh, driving his cock deeper and deeper as he came and came and came. It felt like he would never stop cumming, and when he felt your orgasm tear through your pussy and clench his cock in waves, he thought he might black out from the sheer ecstasy of it.

You slammed back against him as the first spurts of cum began to fill you, and felt your  ravaged pussy begin to spasm again and again, milking his cock, pulling his cum deeper into you, flooding you with ripples of pleasure. You moaned and writhed, riding the crest of one orgasm only to feel a second one begin to climb and then crash over you. Breathless, almost sobbing from the pleasure, you let him hold you as he continued to pound into you, draining his balls into you at his will, lost in the utter bliss of a man taking a woman in the most primal way.

When he could bear it no longer, when his exquisitely sensitive cock throbbed within you and the pleasure bordered on pain, he stilled, finally, and shuddered. Sharp spasms of pleasure shot through him as his cock surged one last time within you, his aching balls emptying every last ounce of come. Bucky was almost lightheaded, his chest heaving, sweat glazing his skin as he withdrew his hand from your hair and ran it down the center of your back, needing to touch you, needing to feel your heated skin. You were breathless too, your back moving beneath his hand as you lay your head down and tried to catch your breath.

You felt him withdraw from you, and your  pussy rebelled, clenching to keep him there, as if pleading with him not to go. Bucky groaned softly against your ear as he pulled out and fell on the bed beside you, his arms surrounding you and pulling your back against him. You fit perfectly together, and every muscle in your body relaxed as you snuggled into him and breathed out a contented sigh. You felt his lips on the shell of your ear, kissing softly, felt his slowing breath against your skin as his soft sounds of contentment and pleasure hummed in his throat.

This is heaven, you thought. Pure heaven. your pussy twitched and tingled as you felt his warm come beginning to slip down your  inner thighs. His strong arms surrounded you, his soft lips murmured and whispered and kissed, his spent cock nestled against the curve of your ass.

“There was something I wanted to tell you, remember?” he murmurs, his words brushing warmly against your skin as he kisses a path down to your shoulder. “Last night… something I wanted to say to you. Something I wanted you to know.”

You shift slightly, turning to look at him, your heart pounding as you search his eyes, barely able to breathe. 

“Tell me,” you whisper, your voice almost a plea.

His gaze softens, an unmistakable warmth filling his expression as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. 

“I love you.”

The words settle between you, simple but perfect, like they were always meant to be there. Your heart feels like it’s soaring, every nerve in your body alive with the thrill of it, of finally hearing what you’d been aching to hear.

You break into a smile, biting your lip, feeling giddy and light, and without a second thought, you lean forward, kissing him softly, your hand finding his as you whisper back, “I love you too.”

And as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you with a tenderness that feels like home, you realize that, for the first time, everything feels right.

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[amaranthinespirit]

husband!simon riley follows you around like a lost dog 24/7.

whether it be in the comfort of your own home, or out in public, the man is basically your shadow. like a moth to a flame, he is the moth and you're his flame.

it doesn't matter where you saunter off to, chances are, he's stomping right after you. Around your house, he's following you to every room.

need the bathroom? keep the door open, he'll lean against it with his arms crossed over his chest, either watching you silently or tapping away on his phone.

cooking in the kitchen? he's hovering over your shoulder. you can't count the amount of times on one hand you bumped into his broad, brutish chest, stepped on his foot, or, definitely not on purpose, whacked his groin with a small pan. still, he never learns.

watching TV in the living room? you best bet he's going to sit his big ass right next to you. even if you're on the single person armchair, he'll squish you into the armrest if it meant being next to you.

showering? not without him because he'll join you, and find a way to release pent-up need at the same time, that is if you aren't already stressed that day, then he'll just wash your hair and run a relaxing bath for you to soak in peace afterwards.

In public, people give him weird side glances, numerous occasions where you've had concerned folks tap you on your shoulder and give a small point over your shoulder, to which you reply sweetly with the biggest smile on your face, "oh, that's just my husband!"

he keeps a thick finger hooked into the waistband of your pants, or shorts, or looped in one of your belt loops to keep you near him. since you're much smaller than him, it can be easy for you to get lost in big crowds, and this just assures simon that you're never out of reach.

it's a funny thing to watch for the guys to watch, observing their lieutenant follow you around aimlessly like a big puppy, eyes soft as he gazes down at you, sharpening when another person approaches or observing.

you think it comes from never being able to control his surroundings, his obsessive need to keep you safe, more so now that you have a wedding ring on your finger, forever tying you to him. not physically, but he wouldn't hesitate to if it meant keeping you safe.

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley who never gets mad at his wife. No matter how angry he is. CW : None. Pure fluff

Simon was practically fuming. First he'd been ordered by Price to train a group of new recruits, then, the young recruits decided to be a colossal pain in the ass, and to top it off, he'd missed his lunch break where he would normally have some respite by calling you.

So now, he was shouting at the recruits. More than usual. The recruits all looked dead on their feet. But Simon didn't care, they decided to be annoying little pricks. They needed discipline or they'd never make it in the military.

"For fucks sake, you mongrel! Run ten laps!" Simon roared at a recruit, the others looking nervous. Not wanting to be the next one to face Simon.

"Uh, sir?" One of the recruits squeak.

"What?!" Simon roared, the recruit pointing behind Simon.

Simon turned with a low growl, clearly not in the mood for anymore antics, only for him to look down and see you. His wife, in a pretty little sundress and holding a Tupperware container full of something. It didn't matter what was inside, his stomach was growling at the thought of your cooking.

"Swee'heart" Simon sighed in relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing and his arms wrapping around your waist. He relished in the squeak that came from you as he lifted you up and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"You alright, big guy?" you giggle. Simon grumbling in agreement. Making you laugh again.

Simon set you down, barking at the recruits to find Price and that he'll be taking over the training, before walking behind you with his hands on your waist to guide you to his office.

"Si, if you're busy I can go" you offer, and Simon can barely handle how fucking sweet you are to him.

Simon shook his head, taking off his balaclava and sitting in his office chair. Pulling you to sit on his lap.

"Made you some cottage pie" you grin, opening the container in your hands and handing it to Simon. God it was still warm. "I thought you were gonna yell at me with how mad you were at the recruits"

"Would never yell at you, princess" Simon said, rubbing your hips as you fed him a forkful of the cottage pie. He groaned at the taste, making you giggle.

"good?"

"so fucking good, lovie. Needed your cooking after how shit today has been" Simon smiled, bringing your left hand to his lips and kissing your wedding ring gently.

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btw guys I pulled white lily cookie and dark cacao cookie while writing this :p

[mostly-imagines]

La Vie en Rose

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason wildly preferring you over everyone else

4 in 1 blurbs

warnings: standard batfam arguing etc.

You sit curled up embarrassingly close to Jason on the couch, head on his shoulder. The team is still in their gear as they filter into the living room, masks and helmets discarded in scattered locations between here and the cave. The mission had been fairly simple and with all of them together it only took a couple hours to finish up.

As you waited, Alfred had kept your mind busy in the kitchen while he taught you how he makes his famous ice cream from scratch.

The clamor of the heroic party’s return had made itself known sooner than later, and you think your face must have displayed your emotions nicely because Alfred nodded you away with a small smile and no second thought.

You’d walked into the living room, weaving through the mess of siblings until a hand snuck out on your left and grabbed your wrist. You barely had time to look at him before Jason pulled you down to sit next him on the sofa. He wrapped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in and leaving virtually no space between you. His armor sits heavy against you, but a welcome weight on your shoulders.

Tim plops down on the couch across from you and you can just make out a bit of blood on the side of his head, aptly accompanied by an irritated look sprawled across his face. It’s not enough blood to be concerned about—not for them—but you can venture a guess that whatever they were up to shouldn’t have called for any injuries and his pique is likely directly related to that.

Though Dick’s goading aura might have something to do with it too, as he comes crashing down next to him a second later, partially sitting on Tim’s cape and pulling him into an awkward angle. 

Nightwing doesn’t seem too perturbed by the younger vigilante’s agitation and curt manner of pushing him off.

The others are too caught up in chatter to pay much attention to you, and you can be certain that’s why Jason takes that moment to press a kiss to the side of your head. He lets his lips linger there for just a second as you lean into him.

Alfred’s own entrance is the only thing able to subside the flurry of conversations skirting around the room.

“A job well done,” he commends with a nod. “A selection of ice creams awaits you in the kitchen.”

He gives you a sly wink before retreating back through the swinging door, leaving Stephanie and Cass to practically trip over themselves trying to beat each other to the kitchen. Robin follows after unhurried, mask still on, with his hands behind his back.

Jason kneads your thigh before pushing himself up to stand. He turns back, looking down to you. “What do you want?” he asks softly.

You hum, "Just strawberry's good."

Tim sits up, "Can I—”

"No, you've got legs,” Jason grumbles, stalking off to the kitchen.

Dick barks out a laugh and you bite back a smile.

Tim looks absolutely aghast. 

“That’s such bullshit. You know, he used to be nice.”

“No he didn’t,” Dick laughs, shaking his head. “Not since you’ve known him.”

Stephanie stumbles out of the kitchen then, the door hitting her back on the way, as she mutters a curse behind her. You can vaguely makeout Jason grunting something back before she rolls her eyes.

Steph looks at you, shaking her head as she returns to her seat, “You live like this?”

You shrug, “He’s nice to me.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Tim grumbles.

Jason returns after Cass a minute later with a bowl of strawberry ice cream and two spoons. He expertly ignores Tim’s unwavering glare as he resituates himself beside you.

He scoops your legs up over his lap and positions the bowl in between you, wrapping the sleeve of his jacket around it so that the cold porcelain doesn’t make contact with your skin.

The others have set themselves up so that the four of them are stuffed up against each other on the sofa adjacent to you, very obviously examining you both. 

And while you’re willing to acknowledge the amused stares and singular glare, Jason only sighs heavily, rolling his eyes as he glares at the coffee table.

Only a few seconds of this are allowed to go by before he pulls over a throw pillow and sets it over your knees, so that it rests atop your heads like a mini-fort, successfully blocking out his siblings' view of the two of you.

You smile and press a light kiss to his shoulder as he simmers.

Regrettably, you miss the way Damian side-eyes the pillow above you as he re-enters the room, perching himself atop the back of the couch behind the others.

“This is so nice,” Dick preens. “He used to just leave the room when too many of us gathered in one place. Now he has to stay.”

Stephanie watches the makeshift fort with wary eyes, scooping ice cream into her mouth. “Yeah…I don’t wanna freak you guys out but, uh…”

It’s quiet for a moment and you guess Cass is speaking. 

You’re proven right when Stephanie starts up again, “My thoughts exactly.” Her voice drops into a raspy whisper that isn’t really meant to go unheard, “I don’t know who the hell that is, but it is not Jason.” 

“This is unprecedented,” Damian mumbles, dipping into his own chocolate cup.

“Do they always talk about you like you’re not here?” you ask Jason quietly. 

“Yes,” he grumbles with a scornful look directed at the bowl.

A low hiss can be heard immediately after, “I’ve never heard him whisper before, what the fuck?”

You can’t hide your laugh as well as you mean to, but you know Jason’s light swat to your thigh is nothing more than a rib.

Mumbles continue along the other couch, mostly going unacknowledged, until Tim busts out, “He doesn’t even like strawberry!”

Jason snaps the pillow out of the way, “The fuck do you know about what I like?”

Tim resets his posture with one hell of an attitude, snarking, “Well I can name one thing you really seem to fucking—”

Jason grabs the pillow harshly and chucks it at Tims head which connects with a loud thwack.

Damian swats it away before it can knock him off balance, though his scowl is only half worth what Tim’s is. 

“You’re unbelievable,” he says with a sneer. “This is why you don’t get invited to movie night anymore.”

Jason doubles back at him, “Sorry, is this not your own fucking house?”

Tim huffs, “Yes, which i—”

“Then get your own goddamn ice cream!”

Tim huffs as he stands, sending Jason a pointed look. “I’m going because I want to.”

Jason barely gives him a sardonic nod as he stomps off.

“Get me some too!” Dick calls back, only for the back of his head to be met with a sideways grimace from Tim.

As he leaves, the focus of the room seems to shift towards Damian dripping chocolate onto his cape and it fades away from there.

You turn to Jason, lowering your voice to just below a whisper, “If you don’t like strawberry—”

“I like it,” he tells you, leaving no room to argue as he takes a bite.

Voicemail. 

Voicemail.

Voicemail. 

Voicemail.

Declined.

Voicemail.

Declined.

Declined. 

“I swear to God, he better be dead,” Stephanie mutters to herself.

She shuts her phone off and tosses it into the passenger seat with a huff. Her fingers drum against the steering wheel as she scans the sidewalk across from her car.

The night before the majority of the team had been involved in a less-than-successful plan, which some have called “a display of complete idiocy and inability to circumspect.”

Then Tim had to go and make a joke about that word choice in what was apparently a bad moment. This gave way to a harsher punishment of the team being forced to clean the batcave foot by square foot—notably, an impossible task.

So naturally, they had to retaliate.

The plan was to dismantle the batmobile piece by piece and leave it a collection of parts for Bruce to find. Problem being, the group as it stood didn’t possess the capability to do so without doing a great deal of damage to the parts. Damage, that the family was not willing to face extra retribution for.

Fortunately, they knew just the man for the job. 

Unfortunately, said man has devoted his life to ignoring their messages, favoring to live peacefully and distantly from them. And because that peace and distance does come with an add-on of borderline complete secrecy from his family, no one had any idea where to look for him.

So, Stephanie decided to do the next most rational thing and track down your location. She’d hoped he would be with you like he always is, but for seemingly the first time in the last year—he’s nowhere to be found.

Now, was revenge for a minor-slight by Bruce so important that it required Stephanie to take all of these steps to get a hold of Jason? No, absolutely not. She’s pretty sure that the others have already given up on it by now and started cleaning. But it’s about the principal. And also, she does not want to clean the floors of a cave.

She jumps up in her seat when she spots you exiting a store, scurrying to unbuckle and pry the car door open.

She’s across the street in half a second, running directly into your line of sight. It actually would’ve been very difficult for her to miss your line of sight, considering she’d landed only a good six inches in front of your face. “Hey!”   

“Oh, fuck—” you jump, grabbing your chest. You take a breath when you realize who it is, less surprised now by the theatrics of the introduction. “Hey Steph.”

“Hey,” she smiles casually, like she didn’t do what she just did. “So Jason’s been ignoring us and I need to get a hold of him,” she tells you.

You nod, still collecting yourself. “Oh. I don’t know where he is—”

She shakes her head, “That’s fine. Can I use your phone to call him?”

You frown, “Is something wrong?”

“With him, yeah,” she snarks. “I called him, Tim called him, Dick called him, Cass called him, Damian called him, we used Bruce’s phone to call him—that was a bit of a long shot, but still. This is our last option. Well, not our last option, if this doesn’t work I could get really invasive, but—” She shakes the thought from her head, “Nevermind.”

You nod blankly, taking in the mountain of information she’d just handed you. “How’d you know I was here?”

She scans your eyes back and forth for a second before her own widen in realization and she’s shaking her head. “No, no, don’t worry we’re not tracking you! I just hacked into the traffic cameras to find you.”

“Oh!” you exclaim, nodding some more. “Okay.”

You hand her your phone without any further questions—for your own sake—and she happily accepts. 

“You know I texted him 115 times?” she tells you as she scrolls through your contacts.

You furrow your eyebrows, watching her click his name and press the phone to her ear. “Did you count?”

“Well, I had the time, di—you son of a bitch! One ring?” Stephanie scorns into the phone.

You can hear Jason groan on the other end of the line. 

He says something to Stephanie that she follows up with a firm shake of her head.

“No,” she says defiantly. “She let me use it.”

Stephanie rolls her eyes, not pleased with his response. “What if it was an emergency?”

She listens for a second, skeptical look on her face.

She gasps suddenly, “I am not overstepping, we thought you were dead!”

Over the course of about ten seconds the shock on her face drops into just-been-caught guilt. “Well, I mean we considered it.”

You imagine Jason’s telling her to give you your phone back as she stands her ground, pushing, “If you promise to text me back.”

A short response on his end.

“Promise to text me back!”

There’s a brief lull before she’s giving a self-satisfied nod and jostling your phone back into your hands. “Here ya go. Thanks, babe!” She smiles wide at you before jogging back across the street, not waiting for the cars.

You smile as you watch her go, putting the phone up to your ear, “Hey Jay.”

You can hear the relief on the other end of the line. “Hey sweetheart. You know if you see Steph in public, you can just walk away?”

“I’m not going to walk away from your family.” You look again across the street, “Also I don’t think that was an option for me this time.”

“That thing is fucking scary.”

Cass smiles fondly, signing, “I think he’s cute.”

Tim eyes the way Salem traipses around his feet, yellow eyes staring up at him. “Why’s it even here?”

Jason rolls his eyes, continuing to scroll on his phone. “He’s hers. Deal with it.”

Tim scrunches up his mouth. “She knows I hate it. And she, unlike you, wouldn’t subject me to this just for the hell of it. So again I ask: why is it here?”

Jason huffs, looking up from his phone. “What do you want me to say? He wants to be.”

Tim scoffs at that, “‘It wants to be’? You’re the one who put it in the car.”

“No, I didn’t,” Jason says factually.

Tim looks at him sideways as Salem leaps onto Jason’s lap and nudges his hand up. Jason follows along as requested, petting the top of Salem’s head with an open palm. 

Tim squirms to the other side of the couch with a look of disgust on his face. Salem watches him the whole time.  

A smile adorns Cass’ face as she signs, “She says he can read people’s energy.”

Tim huffs, resting his head against his fist. “What does that even mean?”

The conversation is cut off by the clatter of you and Dick stumbling into the room, carrying a freshly painted headboard. Blue paint coats both of your hands and has no doubt stained your clothes.

You’re clearly struggling a bit to keep your grip on your end, the weight of the wooden frame dragging your arms down.

Jason stands and Salem flows along with his movements easily, leaping down onto the hardwood. He comes over and helps you lift your end of the frame with a stupid amount of ease, to the point that you’re not even holding any of the weight up anymore. The three of you—less so you—move the headboard and lean it up against the wall. After it's set down Jason steps back and looks over it gingerly.

“It looks good,” he murmurs to you, quiet enough to not give his brother the satisfaction of his approval.

Dick had asked you over to help him paint Damian’s bed frame as a surprise for him for not getting in any “altercations” at school this semester. You’d decided on coating it with his favorite color first and then fill it in with a collection of what Dick has “on good authority” are his favorite animals. It’s a fairly random assortment that you’re not sure adds to or disproves Dick’s credibility. You’d spent the better half of the afternoon googling animals you’d never heard of just to make sure you projected their likenesses accurately. Dick had been very clear that you had to be precise on the details because Damian would know if he was really looking at a komodo dragon painting or if it was “some common lizard.”

You sigh, “I hope he likes it. I’m worried we did it too childish for him.”

“He is a child,” Jason says plainly.

“But he is not childish,” you counter. And he sure isn’t. You’d had a hard enough time convincing Damian to watch cartoons, adding a colorful animal mural to his bedroom might be one step too far. You’re still trying to figure him out.

“He’ll like it,” he says firmly.

You smile, slipping around under his arm and tucking yourself into his side.

Not a moment later, Dick slings an arm around Jason's shoulder, grinning as he pulls his brother in close.

Jason’s immediately louring. "No, get away from me."

Dick, unfazed and still smiling, removes his arm and takes a big step to the right. You do the same, figuring he needs his space, but you get caught by the wrist before you can do more than sway to the side. 

“Not you.” 

He pulls you back under his arm, wrapping it around the front of your shoulders. You hook your fingers around his forearm, letting your hand hang.

You hear a double-clap from the other side of the room that has you both turning around to face Cass. 

She signs something to Jason with a fond smile on her face. 

You look back and forth between them as Jason waves her off. “What?”

He shakes his head, “It’s nothing. She said—she said we’re cute.”

You smile up at him and he deflects—not so subtly—and starts nudging you back towards where the group is gathered, now all standing. 

Dick’s quick to start bragging off to the room about how great of a job the two of you did and how really complex and daunting it actually is painting animals for a child.

As he talks, your eyes find Jason, who’s definitely about to roll his eyes any second now. A bit subconsciously, your hand comes up to brush Jason’s white streak of hair back, away from tickling his forehead. 

On the other side of Jason, Tim does the same, sweeping Jason’s hair back in a much more mocking manner. 

This gives way to Jason smacking his hand away, harder than he needed to.

"Wha—You let her do it!" Tim protests, overplaying how much the slap hurt.

Jason scowls, "She can do whatever she wants."

Tim drops his shoulders, looking at Jason as if he’d been scandalized. “Oh but I can’t?”

“Not if it involves touching me,” Jason grumbles.

Tim steps closer, putting a finger to Jason’s chest. “You’re such a—”

From the floor, Salem hisses up at Tim, successfully startling the teenager. “Auahh—”

He stumbles backwards, grimacing at the cat. 

“Fucking demon,” he hisses, walking away.

When Tim’s far enough away and Salem’s seemingly satisfied, he brushes up against your leg, purring. 

You peer down at him with a furrowed brow. 

“What’s Salem doing here?”

“I’m not doing this shit with you.”

“No, come on, 9 out of 10 times is what you said. How ‘bout just once? Beat me one time at anything, Jaybird.”

“Anything?” Jason asks like he knows damn well Dick can’t swear on that word.

Rightly so, Dick backtracks. “Something agreed upon.”

Jason throws his hands up, partially in exasperation, partially relenting.

Dick smoothly turns his back to him, announcing, “Opening up the room for ideas.”

Damian’s eye roll is almost audible from the corner armchair, where his attention is unmoved from intently sharpening a blade he’d recently come into possession of.

Bruce similarly remains unbothered in his seat, trying to read despite the distractions. 

“Ooh, okay. Okay.” Stephanie wiggles up a little on the couch. “You could race!”

Dick shakes his head negatively, “I literally just busted my knee up two days ago, Steph.”

“Convenient,” Jason mumbles.

“You were there!” Dick exclaims with an open mouth.

Steph continues, “Um…”

Cass waves to the room from her position upside down on the couch, head hanging down next to Stephanie’s legs. Attention successfully acquired, she signs, “Staring contest.”

Jason grimaces, “That sounds like a nightmare.”

Dick gives him a faux-smile.

“You should play chicken,” Damian chimes in, holding up his knife.

“No,” Bruce drones monotonously as he flips a page. 

“Tic tac toe?” Steph suggests.

Cass is already shaking her head as she scrunches up her mouth in thought.  

Jason rolls his eyes, “What are we, five?”

Dick nods, cracking his knuckles as he thinks. “No, we need something that really proves our worth.”

Bruce looks up from his book, staring numbly through his brow, but remains silent.

“You could arm wrestle,” Steph suggests.

The elder brother twitches at that, “Uh, no.”

Cass moves past that before a joke has the chance to be made. “Handstand contest?” she suggests.

Jason shrugs, “Yeah, sure.”

The elder brother looks at him incredulously. “You’ll do a handstand contest with me?”

“That’s what I just said.”

Dick scoffs, “Jaybird, I’m an acrobat, you’re just some guy.”

Jason, not giving him the courtesy of eye contact, pulls his sweatshirt off from his back. “Well, you’re a lot of things, aren’t you?”

Dick throws his head back with a squint.

Jason fishes his phone out of his pocket and Dick follows suit, offended stare maintaining all the while. 

No exchange is required as they both toss their phones across the room, landing together with a rough clatter on Damian’s lap. Damian’s resulting glare is borderline disgusted.

Dick starts them off, “Alright, go. One…two…”

Both men push up onto their hands, muscles flexing as they find their balance. Dick’s form is better, of course, but Jason looks to have a stronger foundation.   

They both hold strong as several minutes go by with the brothers only maintaining the attention of some of the room, and the interest of none of it.

Stephanie huffs and tilts her head, thoroughly unentertained with the consistency they’re both managing. 

“Starting to wish they’d picked something that moved along a little faster,” she murmurs to Cass.

Dick glances over at the younger brother, clearly displeased with his lack of trouble keeping up with him. He shuffles closer one hand at a time, using the decreased distance to poke at Jason with his foot, trying to knock him over.

Jason kicks him back harder, “Hey! Don’t be a dick—”

“Very funny,” Dick leers.

They both end up finding a struggle to keep balance and are forced to mind their own.  

A chime rings out from the corner that has heads turning briefly in his direction before coming back to the competition. 

“Whose was that?” Dick calls out.

Damian leans over and inspects the screens with disinterest. “Todd’s.”

Jason adjusts his position, “Who is it?”

Damian responds with your name. 

“And?”

He picks up the phone shrugging like he couldn’t care less, “She wants to know if you want to go see some movie.”

There’s a brief silence before Jason drops out of the handstand, standing up. 

Dick’s blood-flushed face peers up at him, bewildered. “Wait, what?”

The family watches with wide eyes as Jason picks his sweatshirt up off the floor and tugs it back on.

Stephanie gawks, bordering on laughing. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he says simply.

Dick lets himself fall into a kneeling position with a huff, “You would rather go to some movie you don’t even know the name of than win a bet?”

Jason moues at him, “Uh, yeah.”

He tosses a twenty at Dick, and plucks his phone from Damian’s hand as he strolls past him, typing out a reply.

Cass sits up a bit and signs up to Stephanie, “Does he even like movies?” 

Bruce, now attention now fully removed from his book, watches Jason exit with the slightest hint of a smile. Dick sits dumbly on the floor, staring after him with an open-mouth. 

Damian twists the knife in his hands around contemplatively before rising to stand. 

“I will go,” he announces, dropping his blade onto the seat of the chair. Jason grumbles a no but Damian follows after him just the same.

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