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Freak On The Cam! - C.K.
Synopsis. Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lilâ camgĂrl - from behind the screen. Who knew heâd love being on-screen with you even more?
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, camgĂrl! reader, spĂtting, Choso has rings and piercings, first times + loss of vĂrginity (Chosoâs), oral (fem receiving), exhĂbitionism, DOWN BAD Choso, cĂșmplay, use of âmaâamâ, Sukuna is a menace, vĂbrators, light jealousy (Chosoâs), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 6.5k
A/N. Meant to post this last week but hehe here we are. Also Iâve GOT to stop using Unc-kuna so much lmao.
âWanna see a movie or do you wanna make one?â
Choso was screwed. Completely and utterly screwed. So badly, in fact, that he might as well just wipe off every trace of himself online and go into hiding - preferably forever.
All because he had been so stupidly careless as to leave his phone unattended for exactly 1 minute and 47 seconds around Sukuna.Â
In the time it took Choso to raid the kitchen for his favorite brand of cereal, his uncle had managed to open his Twitter (because âthatâs where all the juicy stuff isâ), stalk your pretty page at the very top of his last searched, and send a god-awful pick-up line that would probably get him blocked. Or worse.
Damnit, he knew he shouldnât have made his password Yujiâs birthday.
âYa should be thankful I didnât DM her myself, brat.â Sukuna chuckles, not even a shred of regret in his tone, way too amused with how Choso was frantically trying to tackle the phone out of his hands. âWhatâs the harm in asking? Such a pretty camgirl, nâ you look like you need some good pu-â
âSheâs also my classmate.â
âKinky. Even better.âÂ
No, not âeven betterâ. God, this must be some kind of cosmic joke, and Choso just wished the Earth would swallow him up whole right now - and maybe his phone along with it too.Â
It had taken him almost a whole semester to work up the courage to just sit next to you during your shared lecture. All gorgeous with your bright smiles, and your smart mouth. And Choso was very much content to admire you from afar - and from behind his phone screen, of course.
Never following, never liking. Never tipping you off as one of your hundreds of thousands of fans.
And now, not only had Sukuna revealed that heâd found your secret Twitter account - the one with those sinful little clips of yourself that had Choso opening the app way too much - heâd also propositioned you. Like some creep. Â
âUgh. This is why women hate you.â Still desperately grappling, he spits out more to himself than Sukuna at this point. âB-besides, sheâs never even gonna respond any-â
Ping!
And the Itadori household had never been quieter. Never, on a random Saturday during spring break. Never, as the two men crowd the phone, jaws dropped and staring wordlessly at the singular message on screen. You.Â
âLetâs make one ;)â
---
âSo sânot a stream this time, jusâ a video. Is that okay?â You hum from your desk, glancing at the man seated on your bed as he hastily nods along with whatever you said. Looking like heâd rather be anywhere but here.Â
Weird.Â
It had only been a few days of back and forth since youâd gotten that first text - the one that youâd honestly thought about blocking like the thousands of others. But there was just something about it that made you stop, something that had you clicking on the profile to delve a little deeper.
It hit you like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact - that this was someone in your class. Someone you knew. How the hell did he even find this account?Â
You knew Choso as that sweet - albeit slightly gloomy - kid that sat next to you, always quick with his answers and even quicker to look away from your gaze, no matter how hard you tried to spark a conversation. Youâd just guessed he was afraid of you or something.
So nothing couldâve prepared you for how ridiculously attractive he looked in that profile picture, all smug grins and dark locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner. Shirtless, giving just a peak of- oh god, were those nipple piercings? Â
Could you really be blamed? You just had to have him.
But, here - it was like he was just itching to run away at the first chance he got.Â
âYouâre not held at gunpoint, yâknow.â you giggle at how he startles at the mere sound of your voice. The mattress dips as you stop fiddling with the camera to sit next to him, thighs flush against his muscled ones. âAre you sure you want-â
âYes.âÂ
It seems that both of you were surprised by the abrupt response. Too quick. Choso clears his throat, cheeks flaring as he tries to dredge up some semblance of dignity, he drawls lightly. âI mean- Yes.â
You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the way his chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - nothing quite like the suave impression his pick-up line gave off.Â
But so irresistible just the same.
âWellâŠCho.â you bat your lashes, voice dropping to a seductive whisper - not too heavy, for now at least. âThen why wonât you even look at me?â
Alas, Choso was not a strong man.Â
Maybe at your words, maybe at that playful little nickname you gave him, heâs finally raising those dark eyes to look at you. Twinkling with- fear? anticipation? A flicker of something so dangerous as his gaze sweeps greedily over that tight dress you put on just for this occasion.Â
Choso tries to ignore how sinfully it hugs all your curves. Or the way it would look a million times better on the floor.Â
This was absolute torture.Â
And God he thinks he could pass out right then and there as you lean in closer. Too close. The temperature in the room suddenly increasing by about 10 degrees as you purr, tone careful and balanced. âMuch better. And nowâŠâÂ
His breathing becomes heavier, eyes flickering downwards. Once. Twice.Â
And you know youâve got him in the palm of your hand.Â
â...all you gotta do is touch me.â
Yeah, if Choso thought he was going to pass out before then he definitely wasnât ready for those dangerous little words. Ones that have him shaken right to the core - fighting that urge to just take you how heâs imagined all those lonely nights.
âYou- huh?â he lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he crosses his legs with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, desperately trying to will away the blood rushing straight to his throbbing cock right now.Â
But how could he? Not when you only shift closer, barely even a hairâs breadth between you two - relishing in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm. Such an adorable pout playing on your lips as you mutter, âDo you not want to?â
And he did. Oh, how he did - has been imagining it for the past five months, in fact. And Choso lets you know, a little twenty times, actually, as the words spill panickedly from his lips.Â
â-idiot trying to set me up and Iâve been dreaming of fucking you for so long but Iâm just-â Heat rushes to Chosoâs cheeks, as he abruptly shuts the fuck up. But itâs too late - the damage has been done.
You give him a wry smile, lips mere inches from his ear. âJust what?â
His breath hitches, muscles rippling so deliciously as he shudders beneath your touch. âIâm a-â Choking out - as if it physically hurts to admit - â-virgin.â
Oh.Â
Now, you mightâve expected many things - but certainly not this. Though, looking at the cute flush on the tips of his ears, all the way down to those big, needy eyes, you donât mind. Not one bit.
With one, quick glance at the rolling camera - your mouth is moving before your mind. âDo you want me toâŠdo something about it?â
And then itâs like something snapped.Â
You donât know who leans in first, just that Chosoâs kissing you. And youâre kissing him - how could you not?Â
Because goddammit it was always those pretty lips that you were staring at whenever he was spouting off answers in class. You just never expected heâd be kissing you back with such an infectious desperation.Â
No sooner are you thinking about how sweet his lips are before heâs pulling away with a soft sigh, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. Your neck. Back to your lips like he wanted everything and anything.
You gasp licks a long, languid stripe up your neck - maybe at how utterly obscene it felt, maybe at that sharp cold feeling that makes you flinch. Fuck - a tongue piercing? The noise makes Chosoâs mouth drop into a quick oh! surging forward to claim your lips again. Addicted.Â
Only to be stopped by your hands cupping his face, letting out a pained grunt at how he was so close. Just a hairâs breadth away from your lips.
âCho~ Open your mouth, baby.â you whisper, hotly.Â
And he looked so pretty - dark hair askew, lower lip swollen and quivering with need, brows furrowing because he wanted more of your taste. But he obeys, of course he does, Choso thinks heâll do anything you asked. And lo and behold, sitting right there in the middle of his tongue was a pretty silver piercing.
You just canât help but thumb open his mouth further, looking him right in the eyes as you spit in his mouth. Once. Twice.Â
âBet no one else has done this before, huh?â Grinning at how sinfully Chosoâs eyes roll to the back of his head at your taste, âKiss me proper now.â
God, you were so good at throwing away whatever was left of his poor sanity. And itâs all thatâs said before his kiss-bitten lips are crashing into yours again.Â
âNo. No oneâs hah- done that before. Only you.â heâs panting into your open mouth, swirling his tongue with yours. âF-fuck only you. Only you only you-â
You barely even realize the way youâre on his lap now, sitting so prettily there that Choso half-deliriously wonders whether he should take a picture. Mind spinning too much with his throbbing erection under your drenched panties, a damp little patch at his fat tip. So hot and heavy already.
âCho, do you want me to-â
âYes, maâam.â
You certainly donât have to be told twice - especially with that little nickname. Fiddling with his belt, youâre so hazy with want - the need to taste Choso, to see if the rest of him was as sweet as his lips - that you almost miss the look of confusion that flashes across his face.
You bat your lashes at him almost-innocently, âYou alright?â And Choso thinks he could cum right there and right now at the sight. If he wasnât currently battling for his life, that is.Â
âYeah, sâjusâ- what I wanted hah- was toâŠâ His hands sneak down, cupping your heated pussy through your drenched panties. â-taste her. â
âOh?â
âAre yâgonna teach me how?â
Oh. Fuck.
You know youâre fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.
Only moments later, Chosoâs wrestling you back onto the mattress, face-to-face with your sloppy pussy. So mean with the way he was pinning your hips down with one hand, all but ripping your panties off with the other.Â
You feel his piercing before his tongue. Both the hot and cold so maddening on your cunt as Choso licks long, lazy stripes up your puffy folds - dragging his hot tongue all the way from your base. Just grazing your swollen clit.Â
âTeach me- fuck fuck-â words muffled and slurring together, vibrations going straight to your pussy. âUse me. Use me how you want.â
Youâre threading your fingers through his dark locks before you even realize it, grinding your sloppy cunt all over his waiting mouth. âQuirk your tongue like- ngh-â Angling him close enough so he bullies his soft tongue into your tight pussy. Piercing massaging all the right places. âFuck-â
âLike this?â
âSh-shit,â you gasp, nodding deliriously. âSâtoo ngh- good.â
And by God, did you mean it.Â
âYeah? Yâlike this?â heâs groaning, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. âCan feel you clenching around me. Shit shit shit, you love this, huh? So slutty on camera for it?âÂ
Getting wetter and wetter by the second as his tongue roams for that one-
âOh! F-fuck, Cho. Right hngh- there. Deeper-â
Ah, found it.
Choso grins as you tug on his soft strands, you can feel it on your throbbing pussy. Pushing your legs all the way till theyâre at your tits to hit that little spot each and every time. Again and again. Eyes glassy, torn between devouring that slutty expression on your face and how fucking drenched you were.Â
âShit, baby,â his words are so strained now, like his sanity was dancing away at each flick of his tongue. âYouâre drooling everywhere. See? Show the camera now.â
You donât have to look. Because you can feel it.
Can feel how wet his mouth is, just glistening with slick and saliva. Trailing all the way down his chin - to his wrist - only second to how sloppy your dripping cunt was. It was like he was getting messy on purpose, like a little reminder to himself that shit this was you and he was eating out your pretty cunt to insanity-
âOh my god, think mâhooked.â Tongue dragging all over your swollen folds, catching on his piercing. âThink your pretty lilâ pussyâs hah- driving me crazy. Ruined me, Fuck-â
And itâs so embarrassing how heâs talking you through it, grinning at every lilâ whine and whimper that leaves your mouth. You were acting all shy right now in a way that makes Chosoâs cock twitch so painfully. He barely even notices, though, with the way he was so drunk off your pussy.Â
So messy - unable to decide between rolling his tongue over your ravaged clit and dipping into your sloppy hole. Too much. In and out in and-
âFaster.â
He goes faster.Â
âH-harder.â
He goes harder.
Anything and everything for you - to keep those pretty moans falling from your lips, walls getting tighter and tighter around his tongue. And Choso might just consider himself a man addicted.
âCan you ngh- cum fâme, baby?â You flinch as he spits out the words into your cunt. Harsh. Fucked-out. Sounding just as delirious and breathless as you. âCum fâme please. Wanâ to taste yâon my tongue. Please. Fuck- need it so bad. So bad.â
Youâre so caught up in Chosoâs pussydrunk little babbles that you barely even realize when youâre cumming. Just that youâre letting out a strangled scream of his name, dragging your sloppy pussy all over his mouth.Â
And he has never seemed more blissed out. Long gone is that nervous little expression usually on his face around you, Choso looked like he could be suffocated in-between your legs right now and love it. Hope for it, even.
He tells you that, of course. As soon as youâre blinking back your vision, blood still roaring in your ears. Delicate strings of slick snapping where he parts from your quivering cunt, lips swollen and glossed so prettily with your sweet sweet juices.Â
âBaby, yâthink the video of lesson one came out good?â
Oh. Shit, what have you done?
---
That certainly wasnât the last time you saw Choso - or the last time you had him in front of a camera, either.
A few weeks later, you found yourself with an entire album for the man - a hidden treasure trove under the simple name of âCho <3â. Most of the videos favorited, all sorted so tediously in a way that showed you spent an obscene amount of time looking at all the ways he ruined you.Â
So filthy on camera that you always wondered whether it was the same person in the sheets and in class, texting Choso for later. Just to confirm.Â
But embarrassingly, only some of these videos made their way onto your Twitter account - with Chosoâs pretty face largely out of the frame. The two of you hadnât ventured into streams yet either, opting to hide him away. Because, okay, maybe you were slightly jealous of other people seeing him - but it was really hard not to be when he looked like that.
In spite of all that, youâd still gained a casual hundred thousand more followers since his appearance - ones who always commented on your solo streams asking where your âhot emo bfâ was.
Comments youâd pointedly ignore, because, hell, you wished he was here on-stream helping you get off, too. Yet despite the endless flirting and videos, Choso actually hadnât made it further than actually holding a full conversation with you. And you wanted more.Â
For all you know, you might just be one of his many trysts - and it was just for the videos, right? You get the content, he gets the experience? A win-win situation, so why have you never felt more like such a loser?
Such a loser the way youâve already lost count of the âlessonsâ but still havenât gotten to feel him - to fuck him the way you wanted just yet.Â
âSâalright if I take this, right, maâam?â He smirks during one such session, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt. Dangling your drenched panties like a badge of honor, flimsy and soaked with your sweet sweet juices. âSâalright if I-â And he canât even finish the sentence. Your jaw drops as Choso raises the thin fabric to his face, breathing in your essence like a man possessed.Â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-
âYouâre so filthy, Cho-â you manage to choke out once you find your voice. Squirming on his bed like such a slut for him. âWas the innocent thing just an act?â
âNope.â he pops the p, licking lewd little circles on your neck, thumbing open your puffy folds to watch in amazement at the way you glisten and clamp around his fingers. Eyes flickering briefly to the recording phone in his hand. âBut we gotta give âem a good show, huh?â
Right, youâd forgotten about the camera. But none of that matters anyway because-
Intensity setting 2.
âYouâre so mean, too.â
âAm I?â he grins, teeth grazing along your racing pulse. âI think you taught that to me, baby. Shit, lesson 8 it was?â
God, he was addictive.
Chosoâs having way too much fun playing around with the intensity setting of the bullet vibrator shoved inside your ravaged cunt. Sending quick, methodical vibrations all along your pulsing clit. In time with the breathless moans leaving your kiss-bitten lips, and itâs all you can to call out for- more? Mercy? Both?Â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-
âGod, youâre so perfect. Shit, so messy fâme.â he groans, and you could tell that the video wasnât going to be uploaded anyway. Too shaky, focusing in and out of Chosoâs fingers. Knuckle-deep and pumping in and out of your filthy hole. Relentless. âAlmost makes me wanna show off to an actual audience.â
âMaybe I want to, too.â you muse, shifting at his heated gaze. Dangerously pressing your thumb over those nipple piercings youâve gotten to know so well lately - as if to support your point. God you wish heâd take off that snug shirt.
Intensity setting 3.
âThat so?â
And no matter how many times Chosoâs ruined you on camera - and watched the videos over and over afterwards - he always thought they werenât enough to capture your perfection.Â
âSuch a slut fâme, baby.â To capture the exact moment in which your wet lips fall into a soft little oh! when he massages your walls in time with the pulsing vibrator. To capture that absolutely sinfully excited little glint in your eyes as he ruts his clothed erection against your pussy. âYâalways this dirty?â Quickly turning into a look of slight panic at the sudden jingle of keys from the front door.Â
âYo, brat. Where the fuck are ya?â
Ah, there he was, the reason that Choso usually locked his bedroom door whenever you were over, even if he was home alone.Â
Intensity setting 4.
As the silence continues, so does Chosoâs abuse on your cunt. In fact, he only gets more erratic - like he wanted you to cum. Needed you to cum right now, right here in front of Sukuna, footsteps only growing louder. Nearer.
âCho-â you fight to get out the words. âHeâs hah-.â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-
âCanât speak? Thatâs cute.â he coos, voice way too relaxed for someone whose mind was reeling with the realization that he couldnât remember if he locked the door this time, and how adorable you sounded. Enough so that it made some raw, primal part of him wanna pull down his pants and fuck you right here right now. Cockblocks and his own virginity be damned. âCâmon now, use your words like a good girl. Tell the camera.â
Cocky bastard.
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-
âClose!â you yelp, unsure of whether you were talking about yourself or the looming Sukuna. Jaw slack, tears springing into your ears as you look up at Choso. âSo close.â
God, you were addictive. And this video was definitely going in both your favorites.
âMhm,â he hums, movements getting hastier. More desperate. âI know, maâam.â
Intensity setting 5.
Thatâs all that it takes for you to cum, letting out a loud strangled moan of Chosoâs name. Or, you wouldâve - if it hadnât been for the way heâs shoving two, thick fingers into your mouth.
Silencing you - and in your hazy brain you think that if this was his way of shutting you up, then you really didnât mind. Because all you could taste was you and the cold, cold metal of his rings. Somewhat intoxicating.
âShhhhhh.â heâs breathing out, still mindlessly grinding his hips into yours. Though, you realize with a pang that today wonât be the day you get to feel that achingly hard erection straining his pants. âThese pretty moans arenât for him, hm?â
Pressing on the back of your tongue, smirking at the way you nod tearily up at him, moans still muffled. Hell, do you even know how sexy youâre being right now.
âMhm, all fâme. All for fuckinâ me.â
Knock! Knock! Knock!Â
âWhy the fuck are you locked up in here on a Saturday night?â Sukuna sounds impatient, but not surprised. Probably imagining all sorts of dorky things his nephew was doing to hole himself up in his room. âCome out nâ get this takeout- whatâs left of it anyways.â
And with that, itâs like the magic is over.
Your high only just bating before Chosoâs hurriedly ending the recording on a hazy still of your disappointed pout, cursing Sukuna for his impeccable timing.Â
Slightly concerned about the door being broken down and someone else seeing you in all your fucked-out glory, he hastily moves to grab the spare cloth by his bedside. Cleaning you up with hushed promises of âsending the recording laterâ, and âsâalright, heâll be gone soon.â
Close. You were so close.
A win-win situation - but youâve never felt like more of a loser.
---
âBy God, I never thought heâd get the balls to do it.â
You yelp in surprise at the deep voice from behind you, whirling with a defiant brandish of Chosoâs (your?) keys. Heâd given them to you a few lessons ago, saying it would make it easier for you to come and go from his apartment as you pleased. Which - to you - felt dangerously like something a boyfriend would say-
But that wasnât important right now.
What was important was the older man suddenly towering over you right outside Chosoâs front door. Big arms crossed over his chest, that leering smirk clashing with his pink hair. âI knew it was odd that brat had a pair of heels by the door.â
Shit. Sukuna.
Ryomen awfully-wingman-his-nephew Sukuna.
âSpill.â At your confused head tilt, he plows on. âSpill the tea. I need new blackmail on my lilâ nephew. How badly did he have to beg you to go out with him?â
You donât know what was more bizarre - what he was saying or the way he actually pulls out his Notes app as if hanging on to your every word.Â
âI-Itâs because of you.â you manage to choke out, unsure of what Choso has told his family about you. Eyes flitting between him and the door right behind you, sounding your very best not to sound just as guilty as you felt. âYouâre the reason we have this weirdâŠthing.â
A beat of silence passes. One. Two.Â
And just as youâre beginning to wonder whether youâve broken Chosoâs infamous uncle, he throws his head back and laughs. Laughs, right in your face, sounding like heâd just heard the funniest punchline in the world.Â
âOh thatâs hilarious.â he exclaims, wiping a mock tear. Cackles dying down as if he was suddenly aware that maybe Choso would hear and walk in on this impromptu interrogation. âDamn, that awful pick-up line is why you started fuckinâ? I thought itâd get that sap blocked so heâd stop stalking your account so much.â
âNo, weâŠâ you hesitate, mind reeling with what Sukuna just admitted, and how bad it would really be that youâre divulging your sex life to a relative of the guy youâre fucking. Before thinking fuck it, might as well confide in someone. â...weâre just doing stuff for-â putting up air quotes. â-content.â
âJust content?â
âJust content.â
âAnd you like that fool?â
Your face burns at how glaringly obvious it apparently was, â...Yes.â
This seemingly sets Sukuna off on another wave of uncontrollable laughter. âOhh, thanks for the blackmail on that emotionally-constipated brat.â Typing away on what you assume to be his Notes, he promptly turns to walk away, âSee ya around, doll.â
âWait!â you call after in confusion, making him stop and raise a brow. âArenât you supposed to like- I donât know, give me advice for your nephew or something - like a good uncle?â
Scoffing, âWho said I was a good uncle?â He leans in ever-so-slightly, âJusâ rock his world on camera or somethinâ nâ ask him out right in the middle.â Satisfied with being enough of a decent samaritan for today, he walks back with a half-wave, âHeâd listen to whatever you say anyway.â
Oh. Is that so?
And Sukuna probably meant it as some joke. Something to tease the both of you with - but itâs something that sets the gears going off inside your head. Something that had you ignoring Sukunaâs slightly panicked, âJusâ not too soon, I needa bully him with this first.â
---
You didnât listen to Sukunaâs little plea, of course. Because only a few days later youâd steeled yourself to finally send that one text you knew would change your relationship with Choso. For the good, hopefully.Â
You: 9pm my place. Get ready, cuz this time weâre gonna be live ;)
Cho <3: :0Â
And with that, youâd thrown your phone on the bed, jittery about later tonight. Browsing through your wardrobe for that one set of barely-there lingerie in his favorite shade of pink. Hey, you could never be too prepared, right?
Nothing couldâve prepared Choso for this moment - absolutely nothing at all.Â
He mightâve just died and gone to heaven the very moment he read that dangerous text - finally inviting him to join one of your streams. The ones that heâd always watch in the safety of his bedroom, lights dimmed, pants bunched around his ankles.Â
Cock just achingly hard in his fist while he wished he was with you behind the camera. Getting you off so much better than any sextoy would. Just forcing those pretty moans from your lips - and everyone else could see that. Wish it was them ruining you instead.Â
Alas, it was only a dirty little fantasy.Â
Until now, that is.
slvt4u: Holy shit boyfriend reveal, about time.
uniwhore: THIS is the hottie from Twitter?????Â
itsgenslut: idfc just fuck
âNervous?â you smirk, looking down at the man sprawled so prettily on your bed. âYou look just as close to an aneurysm as you were the first time. Though-â snaking your hand down, â-this is still the same as ever.â
You chuckle at the way Choso catches your lips with his, more to shut up those pathetic little moans threatening to escape him than anything. Because every glance at you in that sinful little pink bra gave Choso a mini heart attack.Â
âB-baby-â he gasps, grinding his clothed erection against your palms. âI wan- hah-â
âMhm?â
And God how youâve ruined Choso - run him so utterly dry of his sanity.
Because heâs angling your head down, piercing cold against your tongue. âSpit.â
It was like that first time had gotten him addicted. So you do - right into his waiting mouth. Jaw dropping at the way he tips his head back, back, back to let it slide so obscenely down his throat. Moaning at just a taste of you, âGod, I need to f-fucking ruin you.â
And if thereâs anything youâve learned after all these months with Choso, itâs that anything he says - he does.
The words have barely left his mouth before heâs pulling your bra off, ripping your panties easily off your hips. Each and every little regret about what a shame it was thrown out the window at the first sight of your pretty pussy.Â
It never gets old - and Choso could never get enough of the sinful sight - your cunt so sloppy and ready for him already.Â
âCho-â you whine as ringed fingertips coming up to circle your sloppy entrance. Cold. Stretching you to insanity. âS-stop teasing.â
âYes, maâam. But first-â shifting you around ever-so-slightly on top of him. âGotta show off how wet yâare fâme.â
uniwhore: did he just call her âmaâamâ?? Me when??
roses101: idk who i wanna be theyâre both so fucking hot ugh
âFuck, yâlook so sexy from this angle. Wonder if the camera thinks so too?â
Your face slightly burns at how he was seemingly taking over your own stream. Smug bastard, you think, glancing down at Choso, red-faced, hair untied, wearing a sly grin as his eyes slide over the flurry of comments. But two can play that game.Â
âCho~â fumbling with the hem of his underwear, âYouâve been holding out on me.â
A gasp leaves you involuntarily as you tug down Chosoâs boxers just enough for his throbbing cock to spring free, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Blushed your favorite shade of pink - to match your bra - so so angry and soaked in precum.Â
He was so intimidatingly long - longer than any of those toys you usually brought on camera. Thick enough that it had you wondering, shit, would you even be able to take it?
âSâthis a-alright?â and for all his previous confidence, Choso sounded self-conscious. Peeking at you through his long lashes.
You grin, pumping a hand up and down his swollen cock, letting his precum drip down your wrist. âSâperfect.â
âGod- fuck, baby. Oh-â Choso lets out breathless little profanities as you straddle his waist, dragging his weeping tip down your swollen folds. So fucking filthy as you sink down in by fucking in. Slowly. âToo- much-â
Apparently too slow because no sooner have you just taken in his fat tip, squeezing and clenching around him, that Chosoâs flipping the both of you over.Â
âMâsorry.â he breathes into your mouth as your back hits the mattress. âMâsorry mâsorry, fuck- just canât-â fingers immediately drawing frenzied little circles on your pulsing clit to take your mind off the dizzying stretch as he bullies his massive cock into your snug cunt. âCanât wait canât wait- waited too fucking long. Want this so badly-â
You felt too good. Too perfect around him.Â
âAh! Hngh- Cho, oh my god. Too- ngh-â you moan, as he starts grinding in shallow, mindless little movements just to fit himself inside. Pushing and pushing, you wondered if he even realized what he was doing.
Sounding like his sanity was dwindling away with each little thrust, âSâtoo big? You can take it. Fuck fuck fuck please. Need this.â Pressing all the way into your lungs. âHow do you wanâ it- how do you wanâ me?â
Honestly, Choso didnât even need to ask, because he just bottoms out - heavy balls smacking against your ass, cock swollen and throbbing inside you - that you think that you just wanted him to ruin you.Â
âR-ruin?â his voice breaks as he repeats - more to himself than you. Oh, shit had you said that out loud? Youâre speechless as Choso throws your legs over his shoulder, dragging his swollen lips lazily across your ankle. âYes maâam.â
Oh. You might as well have just signed off your will.Â
Because then heâs fucking into your sloppy cunt. Unforgiving. A man starved because he was. Jagged, quick thrusts, splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his rock-hard cock.Â
âFuck- fuck fuck fuck-â he pants into your open mouth, finding it so fucking difficult to find any rhythm when your tight cunt was milking him so good. âYou feel so good. So messy. Ya love it like this, huh? Being hngh- watched?â
âHngh-â you buck wildly into his body, reaching up to play coyly with his nipple piercings. Tugging and pulling lightly. âFeels too good- are- ah- are ya sure this is your first time?â
Honestly, it was a wonder Choso didnât cum right then and there.Â
Tojisslvt: need someone to fuck me like this the first time
22sabi: Typing with one hand is so hard.
DaStrongest: i could fuck her so much better than than inexperienced loser
Choso throws his head back in a cruel little laugh at that last comment, something that makes you tingle all the way from your burning cheeks to your stuffed cunt. Clamping down deliciously on Chosoâs unforgiving cock in a way that makes his hips and fingers stutter.Â
âYa think you could fuck her better?â it takes you a second to realize he was talking to the camera and not you. Thrusts getting sloppier, getting familiar. âIâm the one that got her so messy like this.â Purposeful. Calculated. Like he was aiming for that one-
âFuck!â you scream as he hits that magic spot. Once. And then over and over like a man possessed. Just so utterly ruining you the way you knew he could. âCho oh my god- I canât hah- ngh-â
The cold metal of Chosoâs rings dig into your cheek softly as he turns you head to face him. God, this was the stuff of his wildest dreams.
You - teary eyed and looking up at him like such a slut. Pussy getting wetter - tighter - as he teases you in front of the camera. Torn between running away from his relentless cock and bucking up for more more more-
 âFuck no no no- Keep your legs open, baby. Donât hah- run away from me.â his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. âDonât- need this. Need this so ba- shit.âÂ
And he sounded so genuinely worried heâd lose the feeling of your heady cunt. Fingers bruising on your hips as he pulls you closer. Like he was trying to fuck out any and every shred of shyness out of your body.Â
slvt4u: Always the quiet ones.
DaStrongest: heh, fuck off. iâd make her cum so much harder.
Now, Choso was fucking you like he had a point to prove, and it was probably the only reason he hadnât passed out from how good your pussy felt wrapped around him.Â
Both of you were barely-lucid at this point - and he was out of control now.
Pussy drunk thoughts unfiltered, âNo oneâs ever d-done this- got me hah- feeling like this.â And you had the distinct feeling he just beat you to your original goal, letting out sweet little babbles into your open mouth - though his hips were anything but.Â
So hard that you were sure the creases of your sheets would leave marks for tomorrow - along with his balls on your ass, your ankles on his shoulders, lips searing against yours. It was like he wanted to prove something - to prove he was good enough to- the viewers? To you?Â
Knowing your body well enough to hit that one spot over and over until you were sobbing. Fingers erratic on your clit.Â
âCho-â you squeal, tears springing to your eyes as he only gets sloppier. âI-Iâm gonna-â
âCum?â he breathes, as if he couldnât believe it. And fuck if you werenât the gates of heaven spread wide open for him then he didnât know what was. âFucking cum. Please please- hah- fâme. Cum on mâcock nâ make them jealous. Fâme- Like youâre mine.â
You barely even realize when you are. Jaw slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you see stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. God, he was gonna have to go home and rewatch this stream all over again.Â
âNgh- mâcumming mâcumming oh-â
Not even realizing the way youâre dragging your nails down Chosoâs sculpted back. Marking up his milky skin - and he lets you.Â
Loved it in fact- the way he loved you.Â
Your eyes go wide, and Choso knows heâs fucked up. Realizing with a jolt that words were tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. But itâs the way you squeeze him tighter- giving him such a gorgeous little fucked-out smile that sends him over the edge.
Sharp canines digging into the crook of your neck like he wanted to break skin, holding himself back from breaking you while he cums and cums so hard it hurt. Over and over-
âLove you- love you love you love you-â heâs muttering into the skin, unbarred. âSince I first saw hah- you. Wanted this more than fuck fuck- air that I breathe.â
His seed was oozing out of you now, painting your ravaged pussy white, dribbling down your legs. So fucking full and debauched. Thick, hot globs that were sure to stain those overpriced new sheets. But did Choso care for the mess? Not at all.Â
Because you were holding him so impossibly tight, pushing away the strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Whispering little praises as he fucks you through his first time. Close. Warm. Everything he ever dreamed of.
âSâeverything I ever dreamed of, too, Cho.â
And he knows heâs won.Â
urfavslvt: Proudest nut. Want more.
uniwhore: does this mean couples content??? Pls say yes plsplspls
DaStrongest: invite me next time <3
âThought you were embarrassed.â he licks soothingly over the bite. Voice shot, piercing smooth against his tongue. Embarrassing little confessions leaving him with each spark of electricity running through his veins. âThought you didnât stream wâme cuz of that- but shit. Dreamed of this fâso long. So long-â
Oh?
âHey, Cho.â your voice rings through his hazy mind. Just enough for Choso to raise his head and meet your intoxicating, sultry gaze. Giving a sly, sidelong glance at the still-blinking camera.Â
âMhm?â
âWanna film a weekâs worth of âmoviesâ in advance?â
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Sukuna (do not answer): Oi shitty nephew, where r u Jin made me come over with (half) leftovers.
You: Sorry, not home. At the movies rn.
Sukuna (do not answer): When tf do u go to movies??Â
You: Since now, on a date. You probably canât relate.
Sukuna (do not answer): Stfu nâ stop lying, a date with who? Ur body pillow?? Not like u had the balls to ask out that pretty lilâ camgirl anyway.
Haha
Right?Â
You: *girlfriend
Sukuna (do not answer): Huh?
You: Girlfriend.
Sukuna (do not answer): THE FUCKINâ PICK-UP LINE WORKED??
A/N. This came out a LOT longer than expected.Â
Plagiarism not authorized.
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hello, lovely! is it okay to request a short fic wherein gojoâs pregnant wife (y/n) stole his kikufuku? thank u! (missing soft gojo hours đ)
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THUD!
ââŠ!â You jolt, immediately looking to the entrance of the living room to see your husband. âGojo! You okay?â
The white-haired man stands still with a gawked expression, eyes covered by his black blindfold with his usual Jujutsu Tech attire, and you can assume the noise came from the souvenir bags he dropped to the floor.
ââŠY/n, my angelic stars and moon,â he finally speaks after a few seconds of silence, and you can see his lips quiver with trembling hands. âIsâŠIs that my last kikufuku?âÂ
If there is one thing Gojo loved more than anything other than you, it would be his undying love for sweets! You could never find him without any at his disposal; heâd have a bunch of lollipops in his pockets, be licking popsicles or soft serves while monitoring his first years during their missions, or typically stop by a cafĂ© and grab some crepes for dessert to take home and share with you. Heâs known to have a childish heart, and sweets are his weakness!
His all-time favorite would be the mochi delicacy he often gets during his mission trips to Sendai, and heâs always sure to buy a whole box worth to make the long trip up North worth it. Kikufuku, the crushed edamame and cream-filled mochi, is Gojoâs favorite sweet to eat â youâre a witness to him happily stuffing his face with them lying on the couch after a hard dayâs work. Heâs the type to eat one every week until he can return to Sendai and get more.Â
This week was the very last one he had saved, secured in the cold fridge for him to eat once he got home. And he wasnât going to Sendai anytime soon, so he planned on treasuring and savoring it the moment he stepped inside and lay beside his pregnant partner to chill on this blissful spring evening.
He could never get over the sight of you whenever he came home. Gojo loved his partner so much that he swears he would burn the world if you commanded him to, which you knew is an exaggeration, but his love is true. The day he got on one knee and heard you say yes to his proposal was the happiest heâd ever been, sweeping you off your feet, putting you in your dream puffy white dress, and officially becoming the spouse of the strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu world! And now you were swole with his child!? Not even God could strike this man to calm him down of his glee.
You were sitting on the living room couch like you always did, waiting for your husband to return, wearing a black maternity one-piece that comfortably molded around your figure and a blue flannel shirt â his flannel â to keep you warm. Gojo came home with souvenirs to share and impress, a huge smile just from thinking about your reactions.Â
However, the sight has him gasp dramatically loud and drop everything to the wooden floor, because he saw something in your hand, something that broke his heart noticing the green and white filling apparent from a bite on an undeniable white rice cake.Â
You were eating the very last of his kikufukuâŠHow could you!?
You blinked at him, then turned to the sweet in your hand, and the realization of what you were doing finally hit you. âOh! Iâm sorry, Satoru! I was feeling snacky.â
The tall man teeters to where youâre sitting, whining with every step. âSo why didnât you eat your snacks, sweetheart?â
âI donât know?â You shrugged, licking bits of the edamame cream off your middle finger. âThey didnât seem like what I was craving for. I wanted something sweet, ya know? And I finished my ice cream two nights ago, so this was all I could find.â
âYeah, but like,â you can tell his eyebrows were scrunched together even if the black material concealed his upper face. âThat was my last one, baby! Plus, you couldâve texted me youâd eat it, or I couldâve stopped somewhere to grab you something sweet!â
âI know! But, you were very busy today; a big mission up in Kyoto and a meeting with Principal Yaga, soooâŠâ you squished the mochi gently, licking more of the filling coming out. âI didnât wanna interrupt or bother youâŠâ
âBut stilllll~!âGod, you were so cute when you cared for him, you almost made him forget the whole thing then and there. But you canât hate the man for being a little upset, right? Gojo sighs and places his cheek on your belly. âLittle booger, you hear what your momma is doing to me? So cruel~.â
You gasped. âHey! Donât say that to them!â Your free hand tries to yank him off your tummy by the hair, yet he doesnât budge as he exclaims painfully. âWhat, are you saying the pregnant love of your life is some villain because they ate one of your sweets? As if I never caught you taking scoops of my favorite ice cream!? Have you no shame, Gojo Satoru!â
He swats your hand off his snowy hair, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry!â Between you and Principal Yaga, there is a scarce few Gojo would allow to beat him up for his foolishness. He turns his head â still above the baby â to face you and releases a sigh. âIâm sorry, I was just really stoked Iâd get to have that kikufuku; itâll be a long while before I go get moreâŠUghhh.â Another sigh is exerted, and you can only shake your head with rolled eyes. Heâs such a baby.
You bring his blindfold down to his chin to free the azure eyes heâs been hiding since this morning, and his hair falls from its spiky appearance. Then, you separate the mochi into two and push one to his lips, âYou happy now?â You say with a grin. âIâm sorry, but I wanted to give these a try. Besides, weâll have a little one to look after soon; wouldnât it be nice for them to know what their father likes to snack on from time to time?â
Now, how in the world could Gojo still be upset with that logic? Being a father is a foreign concept heâs accepting with open arms, sharing the experience with the person he values and cherishes the most. To have a child with you is the highest honor of all for him. And imagining his small family happy and eating sweets together under his care makes his cheeks show a subtle shade of pink.
He smiles as he accepts the piece of the rice cake, chuckling when you flick his nose playfully. âYouâre so sweet, angel.â
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âUncleâ!Joel Miller x afab!reader | w/c: 5.4k
Summary: Joel hurt his back at work, so you've been helping him around the house until he heals.
Content/Warnings: able-bodied, female sex anatomy, and inherently fem!reader. No description of reader, everything is neutral (ex. âyour bottoms,â âthe curve of youâ â nothing is specific in the way âyouâ are described). Age gap (reader early 20s, Joel in 50s). EXPLICIT MATERIAL PRESENT. HEED THE WARNINGS. WEIRD boundaries are crossedâŠyou're not blood-related to Joel, but you were raised like you were. You call him âuncle.â Pet names (baby, darlinâ, sweetheart, etc.). Pussy pronouns (she). Innocent touches until it isn't. Sexual tension galore. Slight dub-con. Icky Joel. Icky reader. Pussy grinding. Dirty talk. Slight degradation (âbitchâ is used only once). Multiple orgasms. P in V unprotected. Reader is on top. Lots of teasing about the nature of yours and Joelâs relationship. If thereâs anything that should be up here but I missed or I made any improper tags, please let me know!
A/N: Hi, my loves! This is slightly different than what youâre used to coming from me⊠All I can say is, youâve read the warnings! Donât bite if it is not your flavor! But for those who do like, I really hope you enjoy! And to my love @strang3lov3, thank you for prompting this and encouraging this side of my brain to finally stop hiding in the shadows. And thank you for your eyes on this and the mood board as well. I love you.đ©¶
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âHey, hon, when you headinâ over to uncle Joelâs?â
You glance at the timer on the oven. âIn about ten minutes after these cookies cool. Need something from me?â
âCan ya grab my toolbox before ya leave? Forgot it there the other day,â he replies. âFigured you could get it since youâre already goinâ there today.â
âSure thing. Itâs not the heavy one, is it? Because I donât know if that old manâs back is ready for a heavy lift like that yet.â The timer on the oven beeps. You slide on your oven mitts to pull the tray out. âMade two batches by the way. How many you want? Iâm taking some to Uncleâs, too.âÂ
About a week ago, Joel had a contracting accident. Some newbie wasnât watching the older manâs back as Joel climbed up a wobbly ladder, and the next moment, Joelâs footing slipped. He landed right on his lower back, a piece of wood perched on the ground, sitting at just the right spot on the floor to render him immobile. Tommy, Joelâs younger brother, and your father, his best friend since before you were born, are the only two Joel trusts to get the job done perfectly, so Joel put them two in charge until he heals.Â
Bed rest, the doctor had ordered Joel, for at least three weeks. Itâs been one so far, but with you offering to be his nurse â one that forces him to stay in bed unless he needs to eat or use the restroom â he thinks he just might be back to work by next week. If youâll let him, that is.Â
âNo, itâs the small one, hon, you got it,â your father reassures you. He lovingly slaps his growing belly as the trays hit the kitchen counter. âYâknow, darlinâ, ever since you moved back, Iâve been gaininâ some weight. Canât imagine what youâre doinâ tâ Joel over there.â
Your lip pulls up in a smirk. âJoel is in good hands, yâknow. And technically, I donât have to leave you any,â you say with a challenging brow, pulling the cookie trays out of his reach.Â
âNo, no, Iâm not sayinâ that,â your fatherâs eyebrows raise in worry. His daily cookie is very important to him. âYou can leave me like⊠five⊠or six.âÂ
âIâm just gonna leave you a whole batch. The six are gonna be gone before I even leave the house,â you tell your father as his hand subconsciously reaches for the cookie tray.Â
He scoffs, âYa have no faith in me.â
âSo whatâs in your hand already?â
âWhatever,â he mumbles, walking away with a mouthful of warm cookie dough and melted milk chocolate chips.Â
âUh huh,â you yell back. âGonna be leaving in just a sec. Iâll see you later.â
It takes less than ten minutes to get to your uncleâs house. You unlock the door using the spare key he gave you as a teenager, and immediately, nurse mode is activated.Â
âUncle Joel!â You yell, exasperated. He turns around from his place in the kitchen, painfully slow. Heâs going to make his back worse. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â You place the fresh cookies on his dining table along with your keys. You cross your arms angrily for good measure.Â
âMy coffeeâs cold. I was warminâ it up,â he huffs, annoyed.
âBed, please.â Your hands find his waist, and you guide him back to his room. âYou know Iâm here around this time. You didnât wanna call me first to see where I was?â
You ease him in a sitting position at the edge of his bed. He grunts as his ass meets the mattress. He grumbles his response. âNeed to start gettinâ back to everythinâ independently, yâknow that, donâtcha?â
âIs your memory going with your back, too, unc?âÂ
ââScuse me?â He looks at you incredulously.Â
âThree weeks were the doctorâs orders. Not one,â you tell him, putting your foot down.Â
He lays himself down with another wince at the motion, no acknowledgement to your words. God, heâs so stubborn.Â
âIâll go make you a fresh cup,â you tell him, feeling sympathetic for the man. His work is his life, and itâs not going to get any easier with age.Â
Making your way back to his kitchen, you wash out the coffee pitcher, replace the grounds and the filter, and do some light cleaning as you wait for the bitter, brown liquid to brew.Â
Itâs only been five minutes since you returned to the kitchen, and the painful moans and groans from his bedroom have only gotten louder. You search around the place and find the heat pack you bought a few days ago and pop it in the microwave. You grab some pain meds, fill up a glass of water, and just in time, the microwave sings to you, telling you your contents are ready.Â
Ignoring the coffee for a moment, you make your way back to Joelâs bedroom. His eyes are closed, but his entire body is tensed up in pain. Poor guy. You knock at his door to catch his attention before entering. âUnc?â
One eye peels open. âYes, nurse?â
âFunny.â A sarcastic laugh leaves your throat. âCome take these.â
He makes no move to get up.Â
You set the painkillers and the water on his bedside table, the heat pack wedged underneath your armpit. You start to reach for Joel to help him up, but he stops you. âI got it,â he grunts. You let him have this win.Â
You hand him the glass of water first, then the pills. He swallows the painkillers in one big gulp, swallowing down the rest of the water in another. He eyes the heat pack in your arm.Â
âDo you want-â
âYes,â he says immediately, reaching for the soft warmth.Â
âLay down first, Iâll put it underneath you.â
Without another word, he positions himself. His body jerks when your soft hand slips underneath his back, pushing him to lift a little while you slide the heat underneath. âThis okay?â
âMhm,â he forces out, eyes clamped shut. Itâs not okay, you think.Â
âHow would you feel on your stomach?â you suggest.Â
âDunno. Never tried.â
âWell, then.â You set the heat pack down, and itâs your turn to crawl, uninvited, into his bed. You walk on your knees towards the opposite, unoccupied side, adjusting the pillows in a way you think might be the most comfortable. This isnât your first rodeo dealing with an old manâs back; youâve got your dad. This is, however, your first rodeo dealing with an old man more stubborn than a screaming goat not getting his way. âCome on.â
âNo.âÂ
âWhat do you mean no?âÂ
âThat ainât gonna be comfortable.â
âHow do you know?â
âI jusâ do.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath. âI swear to God. I will flip your ass over myself if I have to.â
âYouâre bossy,â he spits.
âSo youâve said.âÂ
Not giving him a chance to prepare, you hook your one hand at his side and your other on his hip, and you pull him towards you. It doesnât fully flip him over, but it does the trick in getting him to finish the rest of the action himself â albeit, with a very strained yelp from the back of his throat.Â
He groans for a few minutes more as you adjust some flat pillows underneath his belly and then prop the lukewarm heating back right at the base of his spine. Youâll probably have to heat it up in ten minutes again, but itâll do for now. You stay in your spot for a minute, and already his pained noises begin to subside.Â
âBetter?â You know it is. You just want him to admit it.Â
And when a single huff with zero protests from the grumpy man reverberates around the room, you know youâve won this round.Â
âIâll go get your coffee now,â you hum.Â
A soft rasp of your name has you spinning back around as you reach the roomâs threshold.Â
âHm?â
âThanks,â he tells you.Â
âItâs what Iâm here for, unc.â
You put his fresh cup of coffee in a thermos this time. You canât imagine how often heâll get up being in this position, but at least the freshness will be there with every sip he does end up taking.Â
âHowâs it going?â You ask him as you set his coffee nearby. You feel the heat pack on his spine, and itâs as you called it to be by now: room temperature. âWant me to reheat it?âÂ
ââM okay,â he replies, voice groggy. He mustâve fallen asleep.Â
âOkay.â You stand there for a moment. You can tell the heat helped, but his body isnât entirely relaxed. Heâs still tense, as if a nerve or something is being pinched.Â
You recall your memory from a while ago before you moved back with your dad. Your brother, who is a mixed martial arts athlete, had a sparring session that hurt his back, nearly in the same area as Joel. He had you running his massage gun over his muscles nearly every night for a month straight. âIt needs to uncoil somehow,â he told you. An idea crosses your mind then.Â
You saunter to Joelâs en suite bathroom in search of some type of lubricant. Sitting loud and proud on the center of the bathroom counter is a little bottle of Equateâs Personal Liquid Lubricant. Your brain falters for a second, the bottle of lube throwing you off your original plan. That is absolutely not the kind of lubricant you were looking for. Shaking away the image from your mind, you bend down to look in the cabinets underneath. Bingo, a bottle of Aveeno body lotion. This should do.Â
You invite yourself onto his bed for the second time today. âLet me give you a massage.â
âWhat?â His head turns to you now, utterly confused. He definitely heard you wrong, he thinks.Â
âLet me give you a massage,â you repeat. âItâll help.â
A massage actually does sound nice right now. But youâve been nothing but bossy this last week while Joel lays here helplessly. Heâs bored. And heâs had enough. âIt ainât gonna help.â
âHow do you know?â
âI jusâ do.â
Jesus. Havenât you had this conversation before? You mentally slap your forehead. Again, leaving him no other options, you reach for his flannel atop his shoulders and begin to pull them down.Â
âHey, hey, wait, now what in the hell-â He tries to stifle back a laugh as he wriggles in your hold, trying to playfully push you off without hurting himself more in the process.Â
You quickly release his clothes, hands up in surrender where he can see them. Youâre just realizing now just how forward your action mustâve been. âHow am I gonna massage you-âÂ
The embarrassment written all over your face has Joel tearing up as he tries to hold his wheezing laugh in. With his eyebrow quirked at you, he responds, âIf you wanted me naked, kiddo-â
âJesus, ew! Really?â An unbearable heat spreads across your cheeks. Your eyes are downcast, looking everywhere else but him. âIt- itâll be better if I can directly touch-â
Only then do you feel the bed shaking with his laughter. Heâs fucking with you. And here you were, about to offer something that would relieve a whole lot of pain. âOh, fuck you,â you scoff, pulling yourself up and making your way off of his bed.Â
âNo, okay, wait,â he laughs, trying to catch his breath. âJusâ messinâ with you, who am I to deny a massage?â He raises his eyebrows once, twice. Still messing with you, seeing how far his taunting with you can go.Â
âYouâre disgusting,â you deadpan.Â
ââM not the one tryinâ tâ massage her uncle,â Joel says as he attempts to shrug his shoulders at you.
âIâm gonna leave now.â One foot makes it to the ground before Joel speaks again.Â
âOh, for Christâs sake, ya canât take a joke? Iâm only messinâ around. Come back. Gonna leave me hanginâ? In pain? Câmon, nurse.â His tone falls softer, sweeter. You can hear the shit-eating grin in his words. And, fuck, why is it making you heat even further, in places beyond your face? In places you shouldnât be?
âFine,â you relent. âStop saying weird shit then.â You still canât look at him. Not after the way your body decided to react in the shift of energy. An abrupt shift of energy, as far as you can tell.Â
Heâs your dadâs best friend. Your uncle, for crying out loud. Not by blood, but still. Thereâs never been a feeling beyond that. Sure, youâve had your silly little school girl crush on him during your young teenage years, but that was your hormones being your hormones. You grew out of them. Even your own father canât deny the conventional attractiveness of his best friend.Â
Plus, suggestive commentary is bound to make anyone feel hot. Itâs basic biology. Your response is nothing. It doesnât mean anything. At least, thatâs what you convince yourself of when you climb back into your uncleâsâ no, into Joelâs bed, trying to ignore the way your panties stick dutifully against your throbbing core.
Joel leans onto his side as you get yourself situated, unbuttoning the bottom half of his flannel, so you can flip up the bottom to reach his lower back. After the bottom half of the buttons are undone, he lays back on his front. âHere,â he calls your name. âJusâ lift it up from the bottom.â
You scoot closer to him, standing on your knees, and you reach over to grab the hem of his flannel, pulling it up as gently as possible, exposing just enough to be able to reach the irritated areas. You frown at what you see. Inflamed skin, purples and yellows dancing all across his lower back, forcing him away from the very thing he lives for. He may have been a stubborn bitch this entire week, but that doesnât stop the sympathy you feel for the man.Â
You put some of the lotion in your hand, rubbing it between your two palms to warm it up a little. You place your hand on the side closest to you first, moving in circular motions and adjusting your pressure ever so often. âLet me know when the pressure is good.â
So far he hasnât said much, a slight groan here, an exhale there. You feel a knot as you move lower, so you increase your pressure. Youâre met with a literal moan, and you swear you have to bite back your own vocal response. âFuck,â he sucks in a sharp breath. âYeah, jusâ like that, âs perfect, darlinâ.âÂ
âOkay,â you squeak, your thighs clenching together to attempt any kind of relief to the heat between your legs.Â
After a few more passes over the area â and a few more indulgent, harder presses of your palm to pull more angelic sounds from him â you switch to the other side. Except, at this angle, you donât really have as good an angle as you did before. Your leg swings over his ass, bracketing him in between your thighs, before you can even register the move your body just made. A soft gasp falls from your lips as you feel the new angle youâve just given yourself.Â
âJoel?â You call sweetly. Innocently.âI- Iâm not hurting you or anything, am I?â
Hurting? No. Putting him through Hell? Close enough.Â
Joel has done many questionable things in his lifetime. Getting involved with taken (married or otherwise) women, couples who wanted a third⊠Joel has lived through it all. Mainly in his younger years, but nevertheless. He has done and seen many things. But none of these things have ever included getting a fucking hard on for a girl â a woman? â he practically had a hand in raising. You call him uncle, for crying out loud.Â
His physical response means nothing. Itâs basic biology. The tender yet skilled touch of your warm hands directly against his even hotter skin, lighting every single nerve ending on fire, forcing the blood to course through his veins, to make its way down southâÂ
âChrist-â he snarls as you practically sit on him. His mouth shuts instantly as his eyes shoot open. He didnât mean for that to come out. âY-yeah,â he corrects. ââM alright.âÂ
âJust- just let me know,â you tell him. He can hear the shake in your voice. He can tell biology is doing a number on you, too, based on your tone alone, if the heat engulfing his rear as you try your best not to make contact with it isnât enough to go by.Â
He focuses on his breathing as best he can as your hands push slightly past his jeans, getting underneath the seam of his boxers, and then immediately softening your touch as you run your fingers up his spine, awaking a chill he never knew was possible until now. You rub beyond the exposed area of his lower back, reaching his shoulder blades and entirely up to his shoulders, forcing the flannel to rise with your hands. Heâs so broad and warm, and you would absolutely be drooling all over him by now if you werenât so shocked at how tight his muscles really feel. How has this man not gotten any injuries sooner? How was he still doing all this heavy lifting? You dig the pads of your finger tips further into the thousands of tiny knots you feel, and his body jerks in actual pain this time.Â
âGod damn, girl,â he snaps. âWhat are you doinâ?âÂ
âHow the fuck do you even function?â You sound genuinely horrified.Â
âWhat-â
âYour shoulders and neck are fucking covered in knots how do you even-â you cut yourself off with a disappointed click of your tongue. âYou need to flip over.âÂ
Fuck.Â
âWhy?â He asks defensively.Â
âIâm gonna break these knots. I need to start from the front.âÂ
âYa ainât gettinâ anywhere near my neck, I swear to God-â
âQuit being stubborn. What did I say earlier? Iâm gonna flip you myself if you donât-â
âAlright, fine, gimme a sec,â he bites. Joel takes a deep breath, at war with himself for how heâs going to handle his next course of action.Â
Whatever happens next, there is no avoiding the fact that you will be made aware of the bulging erection between his legs. You can know about it, thatâs fine, but the second you make contact, he doesnât know if heâll have the strength to control himself. Which is why he rips off the band aid quick. Flipping himself over with you still hovering over him, he tries his best not to touch you. Though, the second heâs comfortable, his focus is on your waist, grabbing you immediately and missing the way your eyes widen at the tenting fabric of his jeans. He pulls you higher up to sit on his lower tummy.Â
You squeak out a little gasp as he adjusts you, and fuck it makes the pulsing between his legs even worse. He releases you, bringing his hands back to his sides.Â
âComfortable?â you whisper. You try so hard not to use your voice, worried that itâll reveal just how turned on you are by this situation youâve put yourself in. He gives you a single nod, and with that, you lean to grab more lotion.Â
The angle you are at forces you to lean the front of your body onto Joel to be able to reach his shoulders. You can feel his body tense underneath you; you can hear his labored breathing as your hands further push away his flannel, working away at each knot.Â
You lean forward further, giving yourself the ability to reach just below Joelâs neck. With this action, your hips shift, pressing down against Joelâs belly in a way that sends a sudden jolt of butterflies through your core. Your hands freeze in their movement, breath and fingertips stuttering as your entire face and neck heat up. You sneak a quick glance to Joel, and his eyes are still relaxed. He didnât notice.Â
It takes you a moment to start your movements back up again, but when you do, you canât help the way you repeat exactly what you did before â allowing yourself another experimental roll of your hips against his soft abdomen. Only this time, youâre way less sly, for the whimper of pleasure you thought you could hide slips right out, right for his sharp ears to take note of. Shit.Â
âYâ alright there?â His eyes are trained on you now; he knows what you just did. Joel sports a quirked eyebrow as he waits for your response.Â
âMhm,â you rush out, ignoring his piercing gaze.Â
It takes every ounce of willpower for you to run over the knots in his shoulder again without driving your hips into him, but even the push and pull of your arms is a full body movement, and you feel it. You feel the growing wetness in your core, the growing heartbeat that his bare tummy no doubt can feel now.Â
Your body is splayed across him, the warmth of you leaking through your bottoms and onto his hot skin as you pathetically try to play off the fact that you arenât grinding your wet cunt across him right now. With a rasp of your name, he takes a sharp breath in. âWhat are ya doinâ?â He grunts, pained. Conflicted.Â
This is so wrong. But it feels so good. Your arousal â how utterly desperate you are for the older man underneath you â is shone all over your face, brighter than any other feeling of disgust or wrongness youâre trying to convince yourself of. But the internal battle is still there, though, and it forces your hips to come to a full stop. It forces cries of apologies from your lips. It forces regret.Â
âI- Iâm sorry,â you choke back a sob. âPlease, I- this is so wrong, Iâm so stupid, uncle, I-âÂ
God damn it. Joel is too damn hard to deal with this shit now. âOh, Jesus Christ, will you cut the fuckinâ uncle bullshit?â He finally snaps. His hands spring to life, finding their way up your thighs, tightening once they reach your hips. He forces you to move again. âYa think I wanna hear that fuckinâ word while you fuckinâ soak me? Huh? While ya rub on me like a fuckinâ bitch in heat?â
âShit,â you moan, the strength of his hand making the assault against your mound all the more intense. âJoel, please,â you cry, your fingers shaking as you hold onto his chest.Â
Your thighs begin to tremble as he maintains a rough pace to your movements, his bed creaking with every shove of your hips against him. His grip on you is one of steel, the pads of his fingers digging into your flesh, no doubt leaving tiny bruises as a reminder of todayâs actions.Â
He is fucking covered in you â the slick of your desire pooling through your bottoms and into his skin, making each grind smoother. He licks his lips at this, his eyes dark as he drinks you in from above; your own eyes glossy and a sheen of sweat along your skin. âLook at ya, darlinâ,â he murmurs, voice low enough to send a fresh wave of arousal pouring from your hole. âFuckinâ soakinâ me, baby. Needed me that bad, did ya? Was tryinâ tâ tell ya earlier,â he grunts, âYâknow ya just had to ask.â A lazy smirk pulls across his lip.Â
You let out a whimper at his words, your hips finally rolling alongside his own guidance, instinctively searching for more friction. âAtta girl,â he groans, âThatâs it, fuck- makinâ a fuckinâ mess aâ me, darlinâ.âÂ
Youâre panting now, the rhythm and pressure mixed with the filth of his Southern drawl ignites every single nerve ending throughout your body. He watches you with a dark intensity, the brown of his eyes replaced with pure black lust, his eyes unable to stray away from the pleasurable desperation filling your features.Â
âGonna come like this, sweetheart?â He taunts, driving you into him even harder.Â
âMmm- my God, yeah- yes,â you cry out, eyes rolling back as the coil in your belly finally tightens, your breathing ragged as needy moans escape your lips.Â
With a final roll of your hips and the utterance of a thatâs my girl, the coil finally snaps, pleasure crashing over you, coursing through your veins as you come all over him, your slick unable to stay within the limits of your clothes, leaking and dripping down the sides of him and onto the mattress below. Your thighs convulse around his waist, his hold on you continuing your thrusts, dragging out your orgasm until your own hands find his and rip him away from you.
âYa ainât done yet, sugar,â Joel gruffs, grabbing the globes of your ass cheeks and dragging you down, letting you feel his ignored and now raging erection.Â
âNever said I was,â you purr, a soft moan blessing his ears at the feel of his bulge against your ass. He can feel your smirk against his chest.Â
Body still trembling, Joel lifts your ass in the air, sliding your bottoms down over the curve of your body. The stickiness of your panties pulls off with a wet squelch, the cool air of the room mingling with the wet warmth of your bare pussy, the stark contrast forcing chills to run through your veins.Â
âGod,â he murmurs as you give a little wiggle of your ass in the air. âPretty as a peach, huh, darlinâ?â He guides you lower, pushing you down onto his bulge. The hardness of him beneath you immediately sends a fiery need to your core. Your hands move on their own as you pull your body up, reaching for the buttons and zipper of his jeans, undoing them with ease despite the eager shake of your hand. You pull the jeans down just enough to let his cock spring free, thick and angry and leaking.Â
âOh, fuck,â you swallow your gasp. âGod, I need you so bad,â you whine, already lifting up to line the tip of him to your swollen cunt.Â
You sink down with a breathless moan, your head flying back as your hands grip onto his tummy to keep you from buckling.Â
Joelâs breathing stutters, his moans filling the air as you practically choke his cock. âShit- so fuckin- fuckinâ tight.â His hands find their home on the meat of your ass, holding you tight, grounding himself from coming like a damn teenager.
You move slowly at first, savoring the way he feels inside of you, how big he is. God, you donât think youâve ever taken anything quite as long and as thick as him. Your heart skips a beat at that, knowing that heâs ruined you for anyone else.Â
It isnât long before the raw need takes over, and you move faster, hips rolling back and forth as you ride him, the wet sound of skin against skin as you alternate to a bounce ever so often.Â
Despite the risk of hurting his back even more, he canât stop himself from gripping you tighter, his nails digging into your flesh as his hips buck up into you, starting their own rhythm, meeting every one of your thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming with the size of him; itâs a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, mixing sweet whines of ecstasy with whines of overstimulation, and itâs the best music to have ever graced his ears.Â
âLook at ya,â he grunts. âFuckinâ made for this, werenât ya? Fuckinâ made for takinâ this cock, huh, sweetheart?âÂ
You nod weakly at his words. They send a flutter down your belly to your pussy, and his mouth is all it takes to send you to your second brink of collapse â your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you move, as he drives himself into you without abandon.Â
Every thrust pushes you further to the edge, the sting of the stretch, the sensation of being so full â itâs almost too much to bear. He can hear it in the way your cries change. Itâs becoming too much.Â
âYâ can take it, sweetheart, almost there,â he grunts. His hands take over in guiding your movements, urging you faster, harder, bringing you both to the cliffâs edge.Â
âCâmon, baby, can feel her squeezinâ me, know she wanna come, baby. Breathe, doll, jusâ let go,â he rasps, his words coming in staggered.
The wet tightness of your walls, both the feel and the sound, causes Joel to fall first â a low, guttural groan filling the room as he fills you with his hot, thick spend.
The sensation of him pulsing inside you, unloading everything heâs worth, sends you over your edge, your pussy clenching around his cock as you come, the sensation rippling through you, shredding your vocal cords as you scream out in pleasure.Â
Everything goes dark for you, nothing but the fuzzy sound of Joelâs sweet praises at the top of your head as he guides you through your come down.Â
âDid so fuckinâ good fâ me, darlinâ,â he murmurs. âSweet girl.â
For an asshole, who knew he could be so sweet?Â
You roll off of Joel as soon as your heart steadies, your entire body on fire from all the exertion. You can feel Joelâs body stiffen as you use him for support. His back is killing him right now.
A few moments pass as your eyes slowly start to close, but the deep gruff of your name stops you from dozing.Â
You turn your head to the man beside you. âYes?âÂ
For the first time today, itâs Joel who canât make eye contact with you. âCan you, uh⊠can you-â he clears his throat, trying to rid himself of his awkwardness. âCan you warm up the heat pack again?âÂ
Your smirk lifts your cheek before you can even try to stop it. âCome again?âÂ
He lets out a frustrated huff. And he canât turn away from you. His back is killing him right now. âMy back-â
âYeah, what about your back?âÂ
âYou fuckinâ little shit-â
You giggle as you flip onto your side, your hand holding your head up to get a better look at him. âYour back is hurting, baby? Need me to get the heat pack for you, hm?âÂ
He doesnât respond. He just has the deepest, most grumpiest scowl known to man on display.Â
âOh, come on. You need my help, is that it? Need to hear you say it, unc.â You emphasize the last syllable of your sentence, a belly laugh threatening to escape you.Â
Oh, two can play at that game. âYeah, baby, I need your help. I need the help from my beautiful, beautiful niece, hm? My beautiful, needy niece whose pussy gets all soaked jusâ thinkinâ âbout me, huh? Gets all wet and needy thinkinâ âbout her uncle-â
Your resolve finally snaps, your eyes clamping shut as you cover your ears, loud la la laâs coming from your mouth as you ungraciously roll yourself off of his bed. âEnough, fine! Fine! Fuckinâ nasty,â you groan as you make your way to the kitchen.Â
ââM not the one who started it, sweetheart,â Joel says, a triumphant smile plastered across his cocky face.Â
âI made you cookies by the way,â you yell after a beat. âWant one?âÂ
Joelâs hand reaches for his belly. He doesnât need one, thatâs for sure. âYeah,â he responds not a second later.Â
You come back to his bedroom, heat pack in one hand, no cookie in the other. You hand him the heat pack. You make him adjust it himself.Â
âWhereâs the cookie?â He asks, a tinge of impatience on his tongue.Â
âOh, I thought you were gonna come down and get it.âÂ
He looks at you incredulously.Â
âI just figured you wanted to start being more independent and all. Given how strenuous you were being a few moments ago,â you offer with a faux innocence. Â
âI swear to fuckinâ God, when I get my hands on you-â
âYour hands on me? Yeah? When?â You start making your way out of his bedroom. âCome get me if you wanna show me a lesson. Know you been dying to all week.âÂ
If he can fuck you the way he did, maybe full-time bed rest isnât what Joel needs. He needs to stretch and move around; he needs to activate his muscles, especially being on the older side. It really is basic biology.
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cat shifter reader x task force 141
(An AU to the AU--based on an ask and the results of this poll.)
No more guns a-blazing or cruel glory. The 141 had their time in the military; now, it was time to slow down.
Of course, when one sticks with the same people for half their life, through thick and thin, there is no going back. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb--and the 141 had spilled enough blood together that it practically ran through each others veins. They were inseparable, bound in both trauma and trust, and to part would dissolve the only stability they'd shared. Snip away red strings wrought both in shared drinks and on the battlefield.
What they didn't expect was the addition of you.
In deciding to retire, the 141 bought an old farm in the backcountry. A weary, rickety place that was practically begging for renovations. The busy work gave them something to do with already-rough hands, so they didn't mind--taking care of the animals, replacing the rotting wood, and updating the plumbing simply meant they could make the place their own. And after the house was fixed up, they got to updating the barn, fixing up a chicken coop, installing new fencing, etc.
It was also during these renovations that they got to know the stray cat who'd been living in the barn attic.
Feral--they first thought. Plenty of farm cats were, and the place had been long unlived-in that they believed no one could have socialized or cared for her. Not to mention that she'd been so riled up with them around; hissing from behind walls, or above while balancing on the beams. Jutting her paws out and trying to scratch them while they worked. They always knew where she was by the jingle of the bell around her neck, tied with a soft silk ribbon as though she were someone's pet let loose. Left on the roadside maybe, and for that, they didn't blame her.
But for the most part, she only occupied the second floor of the barn, and she kept the place free of rats and mice. They couldn't have those running around, so for the most part, they stayed out of her way. And she learned to stay out of theirs.
Until she got sick.
"Haven't seen the kit in a while," Gaz finally spoke, poking at the leftover stew in his bowl. It was already dinner when everyone was winding down for the night, and their beloved foe had been missing for three days. "I'm getting worried."
"I'm sure she's fine," Soap reassured him, shoveling another spoonful in his mouth. "Maybe ran off to the woods or somethin'."
"But it's been rainin' plenty lately," Gaz pressed. "You'd think she'd hole up in the attic per usual."
"We can check in the morning," Price sighed, adjusting himself in his seat. "'Sides, wouldn't do any good to be missin' a barn cat--"
"Tonight."
Soap lifts his head to squint over at the man by the sink. "Didn't take ya for a cat person, LT."
"Wanna make sure the mangy thing ain't dead." Ghost drops his dishes with an ceremonial clink-clink-clink. "Would stink up the place."
But when they finally made their way up the sketchy ladder to the barn attic, and they finally pushed aside all the dusty boxes and rusty equipment, what they found wasn't a cat but a young woman--face red with fever and tangled deeply, restlessly, in worn blankets and stolen clothes. Unknown and without ID--save for the bell around her neck, tied with a soft silk ribbon.
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Bonus Thoughts:
It's quickly determined that you're only suffering from a regular cold, but on the verge of winter, the barn is no place to stay warm. Hence a quiet moment of deliberation between the boys, standing around, not knowing what to do. Also not knowing if their first assumption--that this is their fussy barn cat--is possible. In any case, they can't just leave you here.
Ghost is relegated the duty of carrying you down the very sketchy ladder (as he is with carrying most things). But not before Price wraps you up like a burrito, in case you wake up and decide to try and scratch again.
"'Mangy thing,' huh, LT?"
"Hope you know she's gettin' your bed."
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old man!logan fucking you with his glasses still on.
cw/tags: smut, mdni! old man!logan. pet names (sweetheart, sugar, etc). slight dumbification. logan calls himself âold manâ. unprotected p in v. what else? not proofreadâŠ
Logan says itâs not his fault.
Itâs not him who walks in wearing a new skimpy short sundress while heâs reading todayâs newspaper. He isnât the one who did the teasing by bending over the counter to show him the plump of your ass while you are trying to reach for some âingredients.â
Itâs you who pretends to be innocent by humming tunes of your favorite song as you stroll around him with no fucking bra or panties. Casually asking him, âWhat dâya want for dinner, Lo?â as if he couldnât see your peaking nipples through the thin material of the cloth.Â
Hell, he did not even understand why you were wearing a sundress at this late hour. No particular reason other than to taunt himâyou know that he knows this.Â
Only takes him a few minutes before heâs latching to you, still wearing his glasses while bending your upper body onto the kitchen counter, âLittle fuckinâ tease. All this shit just fâme, huh?âÂ
You huff, rolling your eyes to the back of your skull in pleasure when you let yourself be manhandled to the position he wantsâspread open; his cock filling your insides so heavenly.Â
He hums a throaty sound in your ear, eyes locking to your face to catch your desperate and fucked out expression, âCâmon, princess. Yâwere just so confident a minute ago when yaâ teased me.âÂ
The reminder makes you let out a hiccup, and suddenly feel shy at the intensity of his gaze. Your floral-themed sundress is still on, only hiked upâhe wouldnât let you take it off. After all, its existence is the reason why his large chest is pressed on your back.
âSuch a shy doll, arentchaâ?â He straightened himself after you tilted your head to the other sideâcurses when he felt you squeezing your walls tighter around his girth.
Every drag of his cock back into your pussy pushes more and more high-pitched whines from you. Logan rumbles in a pleased groan as he lurks forward againâleaving open-mouthed kisses on your jawâscratching his scruffy beard on your skin, âSuch a good girl. Nothinâ else could make me cum, baby. Nothinâ else but this fuck- tight pussy. What did I do to get so lucky, huh?â
âAh- Logan!â Your nails scratch the cold marble tile as you feel the world around you change into a warm, fuzzy state. All you could feel was him surrounding you, fastening his already cruel pace.
Your mewls mingle with the thwap-thwap-thwap sounds of skin slappings, its noise radiates obscenity along with the scene it shows.
âMakes me feel guilty as an old man,â Logan shivers, hissing at the warm heat heâs got himself all in, âFuckinâ a sweet, beautiful thing like yaâ.â
Logan slides one of his large palms on the globes of your ass before grabbing them and delivering a soft spank to your skin. Like a wake-up call, you twist your head back slightly to look at the sight of him.
His blue shirt is unbuttoned to down, his eyes closing and brows furrowed as he chases yours and his own ecstasy. You wonder how his glasses still rest on the tip of his nose after everything.Â
Maybe because youâre the one moving, not him. His hands grip your waist as he moves you back and forth on his cock. Shifting you around like a flashlight, never pulling out his flaccid member as his cockhead breaches deep into your velvet walls you never knew was even possible, âJusâ wanâ me to use you around, âs that it?âÂ
You ramble a string of yesyesyesâs as a reply to Loganâs taunts, your head empty and unable to form any thought except of him. âY-yeah, sugar. I know. I know.âÂ
As you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, your hands skulk backward to reach him, to feel him and bring him closer, âAh- Gimme kiss, pleasââ You squeak after the lingering ah-ah-ahs.Â
Good Lord. Logan lets out a dry chuckle to mock at your utter eagerness for himâbut in the end, he gives in too. He always gives in.Â
His mouth is on yours in a wet kiss, all filthy as he eats up all your whimpers and moans, âDirty girl. Makinâ me feel sâgood.â Â
Your legs barely touch the floor as he continues to elevate you up and down in hard thrusts, hitting your sensitive spots, âShit. Want me to come in you, petal?â His voice a cadence deeper, âLet yaâ feel me for days?âÂ
You can only reply in erratic nods before shutting your eyes to embrace your own pleasure building, peaking, andâ
âF-fuck, sweetheart.â Thick ropes of Loganâs cum are pumped into you as you squirt around him shamelesslyâhis cock thrusting and thrusting, letting you feel his warmth.Â
He begins to slow down his movements as you milk him dry. You whine at the feel of yours and his cum all mixed up, gushing out of your dripping hole. A filthy image.Â
âL-Logan...â You can only call out his name after your feet touch the floor, out of breath and still needy.Â
As if he understands, Logan rests his head on your neck and leans half of his body weight onto yours out of tiredness, âMhm. Yeah, gonna fuck you again, sweet girl.âÂ
His lips locked into yours in urgency, then breaking it just to smile at you while readjusting his glasses, âLet your old man catch his breath first, alright?â
You bob up in down in excitement.Â
Logan chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief. He knows what heâs getting himself into ever since he knew youâthat he has to keep up with your endless immature teasing and your remarkably high stamina.
Even with his muscles weakening and body aching the next day, he thinks itâs all worth it.
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letâs fulfill the prophecy âą minsung x reader
M D N I 18+
Synopsis: you and your best friends, Minho and Jisung, donât mind talking about your sex lives and desires. Though one night when Jisung makes a suggestion about a fantasy all three of you share, you canât help but take the offer.
WC: 2.9k
Warnings: PURE SMUT, pwp, smut, afab!reader, softdom!minho, switch!reader, sub!jisung, bsf!minho, bsf!jisung, piv, unprotected sex (PEE AFTER SEX AND USE PROTECTION), same hole double penetration, threesome, vaginal sex, double creampie, jisung is super vocal while minho isnât, oral (f&m receiving), nippleplay (f&m receiving), some m/m action, breeding kink, pet names (baby, princess, pretty, good boy), friends to idk what(lovers???)âŠprobably forgetting some- tee hee sorry
a/n: imma go touch grass now just like chan told us
Even though your two best friends are boys, you never thought much about talking to them about your sex life, they never hindered from telling you theirs either. So tonight didnât seem any different.
The three of you gathered around the short wooden coffee table that laid in the middle of the living room, blabbing about things that happened this week.
âOoh! There was a girl that was all over Minho this week!â Jisung exclaimed as if he just remembered the most important thing in the world. His words peeked your interests, you turned your gaze over to the previously mentioned boy, giving him a knowing look.
Minhoâs shoulders rose from being put on the spot, âShe wasnât all over meâŠshe was just there?â Minho furrowed his brows in a questioning manner. âShe was totally into you! She was hot too!â Jisung said matter-a-factly, crossing his arms and jutting out his chin. Minho simply rolled his eyes at him.
Minho isnât necessarily the type to have one-night stands unlike Jisung who likes to play around a bit. âWell what about you Ji? Youâve snuck your way into anyoneâs pants this week?â Minho changes the subject. Jisungâs eyes usually light up like a kid on Christmas when heâs asked about his sex life. Liking to recall everything while you and Minho just sit there listeningâŠinternally disturbed at some of the things he says.
Though, this time, Jisungâs eyes didnât have that spark. The round cheeked boy simply shook his head, âIâve been left blue balled all week. That one girl I told yall about got a family emergency notification while we were grinding on each other!â Jisung threw his hands up in the air in frustration.
You let out a snort and Minho chuckles at his words. âWhat about you?â
âMe? Nah, havenât gotten laid in a few weeks. Though when I went to the bar last weekend these two random dudes offered to do a three way with me-â
âShit, a threesome sounds like so much fun! I wanna do one!â Jisung cut you off, âHow was it?!â
âWell if you would let me fucking finish- I turned them down cuz my friend I was with puked.â
âAww, would you have said yes if she hadnât puked?â Minho pokes at you jokingly.
âYeah probably, itâs seems like itâd be intresting- but at the same time Iâd want them to be trustable people since Iâm guessing itâd hurt like fuck! Donât wanna be just left to clean up myself, you know.â
As you rambled you failed to notice Jisung suggestively nudging Minho with his elbow. Minho stared between him and you, before realizing what Jisung was indicating. âJisung what the fuck?â The black haired boy stared at the younger. You look between the two confused.
âOh c'mon Min! Itâd be fun donât ya think?!â Jisung whined, Minho continued staring at him as if he was crazy. âWhat is it?â
âThis dumbass just suggested that we have a threesome.â Minho spat, though heâd never admit aloud that the idea slightly aroused him.
âWaitâŠyou wanna try it too, right Ji?â You ask, Jisung nods frantically in response. âDo you wanna try it Min?â Minho stared at you as if youâd lost your mind by agreeing with Jisung. âI meanâŠI guess, but wonât you think itâs weird?â
âOh câmon! Itâs for scientific research to determine if we like it or not.â You whine just as Jisung had done prior. âI guess.â He answered unsure. You notice his uneasiness, âHey, if you donât wanna do it we wonât.â Minho smiled at you appreciatively, âNo, I want to do it.â
âAre we doing this or what?â Jisung grinned, popping up from his spot on the floor and making his way to your bedroom door. Your heart raced with anticipation, youâd be lying if you said youâd hadnât thought about this beforeâŠwhen your best friends are as hot as Minho and Jisung are, how could you not fantasize about them at least one time.
You bolted up from your spot on the floor and towards your bedroom, pulling Jisung inside. âCâmon Min!â Jisung called out to the elder who just watched as the two of his best friends just ran off to a room to have sex together. Nonetheless, Minho rose from his spot, walking towards your now open bedroom door. As Minho neared the door, he watched as Jisung had his lips attached to your neck.
You tilt your head, allowing him more space to nibble and suck at. Your eyes shifted to the man who was standing at your door, you motioned for him to come over. âWeâre actually doing this then?â
Minho sighed, arousal shooting quickly to his cock. âWe can stop if you want.â You stated, Jisung whining at your words. Minho shook his head as he neared the two of you. âYou guys are actually insane.â The feline-eyed boy chuckles, cupping your cheek in his hand. You melt into his touch with a sigh.
Small moans began flowing from your mouth as Jisung bit down along your collarbone before licking a stripe on the spot. âJi,â You scrunch your eyes, hands flying to his hair. Jisung pulled away from your neck with a smirk. As Jisung fully removes himself from you, Minho decides to take the lead and back you towards the bed, falling onto the bed when the back of your knees hit the mattress.
Minho guided you gently to lay down. âYou sure you want this?â He stared down at you, he noticed how flushed your cheeks were and the multiple marks that Jisung had left on your skin. âGod yes, shit, this might just be an excuse at this point.â You bashfully confess, turning your head away to avoid eye contact. âOh, she thinks weâre hot!â Jisung piped up, you felt the weight of the bed dip to your left. Jisung hovered over you, his face coming into your sight. âDonât worry babe, Iâve thought about this before too. How could I not, you two are ridiculously hot.â He grins before placing a soft kiss on your cheek.
Your eyes follow Jisungâs as he turns his gaze to Minho who just stands there, lip caught between his teeth. âHeâs probably fantasized about this more though.â Though you weren't looking at him, you knew he wore a teasing smirk. âOh fuck you Ji.â Minho groaned, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, âThatâs what Iâm trying for you to do.â Growing annoyed, Minho pushes Jisung onto the bed, harsher than how he guided you down.
âHey pretty,â Minho turned his gaze to you, his eyes burning with lust, âWanna help me out with this one while I take care of you?â You can feel your heart hammering in your chest, Minhoâs sudden change in demeanor fully arousing you. You quickly rise from the bed and straddle Jisungâs hips. Jisung stares up at you with rosey cheeks. âYou gonna take care of me baby- oh fuck!â His teasing was cut short with the roll of your hips. His hands fly up to your hips, trying to guide you to move faster, but youâre faster, slapping his hands away. âIf youâre a good boy Iâll let you touch later.â
Jisung groans loudly at your words, you note how his cock twitched under you at the pet name. You continue rolling your hips into his, soft whimpers falling from both of your mouths. Suddenly, a pair of hands start trailing along the curves of your body, trailing their way down to the hem of your t-shirt. You could feel Minhoâs warmth behind you. His hands stop right at the hem, as if the boy behind you were asking to continue. You were quick to nod, pleas flowing from your mouth.
Minho tugged your shirt up and over your head, your chest now almost fully exposed to your best friends. Jisung watched as you grind down on him as Minho took your shirt off. He could see how your nipples pebbled through your bra. Jisungâs hands unconsciously moved to touch them, but yet again you smacked them away before he could touch you. âWhat did I say?â You tsked.
Jisung simply whined. âShirt.â You order below, heâs quick to understand what you mean, peeling his shirt from his body, tossing it somewhere in the room.
You stared down at the flushed boy, his abs flexed and his nipples hardened. You reach down and pinch one of his nubs, twisting and pulling at it as whines flow from Jisungâs mouth. âFuck, baby câmon! Lemme touch you alreadyâŠI wanna touch you.â He babbles. You hunch over, taking one of his nipples in your mouth, nibbling at the nub teasingly as Jisungâs cock throbbed against your cunt. âHoly fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!â
Suddenly youïżœïżœïżœre pulled away from Jisungâs chest. Hands harshly gripping your hips before hesitantly cupping your breasts, you throw your head back, resting it on Minhoâs shoulder. Minho takes this as a chance to suck at the skin of your neck. Trailing his teeth along your neck before leaving feather kisses under your ear.
Your hips rolled needily into Jisung below you. The latter staring up with an arousal driven gaze as he watched you grind into him, the feeling of your warmth against him, Minho kneading at your tits and his mouth all over your skinâŠthe skin that he, Jisung, wanted to so desperately touch. âBabyâŠplease. Iâve been a good boy- Iâll keep being a good boy, just let me touch you.â Jisung fisted the sheets next to him as your hips edged him towards his climax.
âFuck, Imma cum.â He warned. And almost immediately you lifted yourself from him, a broken moan slipping past his lips from the loss of friction, Minho also frowning at the loss of contact with your tits. âBaby, whyâd you do that?â
âYou said you were gonna be a good boy, no?â You teased him, his round cheeks flushing an impossibly deeper shade of red. You smirk at his reaction.
You tugged at the elastic waistband of your shorts and panties, sliding them down your legs till you could kick them off somewhere. Both Jisung and Minho watched as you removed the articles of clothing, the sight making their cocks throb in their pants. âMin, care to help tease him for a bit.â You offered, your eyes burning into Jisungâs. Minho nodded, his eyes turning towards the younger boy. Minho didnât fail to notice the bulge Jisung was sporting through his jeans.
âPretty boy, you want help with these?â Minho smirked, his fingers trailing along the hem of Jisungâs jeans, looping around one of the belt loops. âGod please- fuck Min!â Jisung groaned, willing to do anything at this point to be touched or touch someone. Jisung reached for Minhoâs wrist but stopped himself, assuming heâd get rejected again.
Minho let out a deep chuckle before wrapping his fingers around Jisungâs wrist and guiding it to his face. âIâll let you touch me for now.â He cocked his head as his fingers worked Jisungâs zipper down. You watched as the two boys maneuvered around to get Jisung undressed, until Jisung laid there fully naked. His cock erected, resting on his lower abdomen. Your mouth watered as you stared at the pretty boyâs cock. You wanted him in your mouth- no you needed him in your mouth.
âMinnie, can you prep me?â You asked Minho though your eyes remained on Jisungâs cock. Minhoâs gaze shifted from Jisung to you. He noticed your staring and shifted over, freeing up space between Jisungâs legs. âYou sure?â Minho asked as you bent over, leaving your ass exposed to him. âYeah, I amâŠare you guys?â
âFuck yeah.â Minho breathed out. âCan one of yal fucking touch meâŠplease?â Jisung cried out, his cock leaking precum as it throbbed painfully.
You roll your eyes playfully before leaning in and taking the whining boy into your mouth. A waterfall of âfucksâ and âso good babyâ fell from his mouth, Jisungâs eyes screwed shut, but not until he started feeling vibrations against his cock. His eyes snap open, seeing how you took his cock into his mouth so easily, your lips so pink and wet around his shaft.
Another wave of vibrations surrounded his cock, he finally noticed that they were your moans. Your moans as Minho ate you out from behind, wet sounds of your juices mixing with his spit as his fingers pumped into your sopping cunt. âFuck Min, keep doing that! Sheâs taking me so well!â Jisung cried out, his knuckles were white with how tight he was holding on to the sheets, just like how he was holding off his climax as best he could.
âI think youâre good now, pretty.â Minho said with a huff, his face wet with your arousal. You pulled away from Jisungâs throbbing cock with a âpopâ.
Swinging your legs over the youngerâs hips, straddling him as you had previously. âYou ready Ji?â
âMore than ready, princess.â Your eyes go wide at the sudden nickname, your heart unreasonably hammering into your chest. You shake your head out of it. The messy haired boy hisses as you guide his cock towards your entrance.
You sink down slowly onto his cock, the two of you letting out pornographic moans at the feeling. His cock fit you so well, you could feel every vein and curve of his cock as you unconsciously clenched around him, prompting him to buck his hips slightly.
Jisungâs gaze fell on your face, how your eyes scrunched up with pleasure as you began rolling your hips onto his, the new feeling already edging you both towards an orgasm. His gaze fell to your lips and how they formed a small âoâ shape as breathy moans left them. Fuck, he wanted to kiss you so bad. You mustâve picked up on his desire because before the two of you knew it, you were kissing.
Lips moving sloppily against each other as your hips started moving faster and as Jisung started thrusting into you. âSungie.â You whimpered into the kiss, his hands flying to your face, cupping your cheeks gently. Jisung didnât even care if youâd be upset at him touching you. But you didnât care, you need his hands in you. âIâm right here princess.â He cooed as his hands made their way down to your hips, steadily holding as he thrust into you.
You moan into the kiss when you feel something else probing at your entrance. It was Minhoâs finger. The older boy watched as his younger friends made out like hormonal teenagers. His finger traced along the rim of your pussy which was currently taking Jisung. âIâve waited a bit, no?â
Minho smirked as he pushed his finger inside your hole, both you and Jisung letting out moans.
Minho worked his fingers in and out of you, stretching your hole even more while Jisung pounded into you. âYou ready?â Minho asked, his hands rubbing circles on your waist. âGod, need to feel both of you- fuck, now please Min- fuck Sungie!â
âOh fuck!â Jisung and you moaned simultaneously as Minho pushed his cock into your tight cunt. The stinging pain of both of their cocks only turning you on more. âFuck, Imma cum- fucking shit.â Jisung warned, his cock twitching deep inside you along Minhoâs. âFu...f-fill me up- youâve been a good boyf fill me up baby.â You slump your head against his as Minho pounds you from behind.
Jisung spills over the edge, filling you up with every last drop of his seed, your pussy milking him so perfectly. Minho continued rutting into you, Jisung cried out from the overstimulation but nonetheless didnât pull out. âFuck, Minnie Imma cum- fuck Min!â A tear fell from your eye as your mind went blank with ecstasy. Your climax hit you like a truck as you squirted around both of their cocks, leaving Jisungâs abdomen soaked.
âFucking hell.â Minho grunted at how tight you clenched around him that it sent him over the end. His hips stuttered as he filled you with his seed, both his and Jisung mixing within yours.
Your body felt limp as they both pulled out. The icky feeling of their cum rushing down your thighs made you cringe. Minho guided you to lay on your back before running off somewhere.
Both you and Jisung laid there staring at the ceiling, chest heaving and faces flushed.
âWe just did that.â You huffed out a laugh.
âWe just did that.â Jisung confirms, his voice sounding so raspy.
Minho returned with a warm towel, nudging your legs open before cleaning you. âI love you guys.â You said after cleaning up everything. Minho turned to you with a small smile on his face, his hands moved to cup your cheek before leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips. The two of you pull away, a grumble catching both of your attentions. Your gaze shifted to Jisung who pouted, wanting a kiss for himself.
You giggle before giving him a kiss as well. Jisung melts into your touch so easily, âI love you guys too.â He sighed into the kiss, pulling away before cuddling you into his chest. âYou guys are still crazy for that.â
âOh câmon Min, you know you liked it.â You scoff, the feeling of Minhoâs arms wrapping around both you and Jisung comforting you. âYeah, yeah. I guess I love you guys too.â
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wild like the west
3.3k / pairing: cowboy!joel miller x cowgirl!reader
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summary:Â joel and his cowgirl warnings/information:Â MA 18+ (minors DNI), implied but unspecified age gap, joel is technically reader's boss (so power dynamic stuff), swearing, dirty talk, pet names (baby girl, brat, etc.), unprotected p in v, pussy pronouns, asphyxiation kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, clean up on aisle reader's stomach, reader is described having hair but otherwise (I believe) reader is a blank slate, no use of y/n, barely edited A/N: I unfortunately have not stopped thinking about a game joel miller x yellowstone crossover, and I feel like he would like this to be his long, happy life. I also haven't written for joel since may which feels like a sin! sorry baby!
It doesnât matter how many ass bruises you get, or the pain of repeated thrashes to your knees from getting bucked off; this unruly horse will bend its spirit to your will.Â
Half the job of purchasing new horses for the Miller Ridge Ranch is breaking them in like a pair of new shoes.Â
Any cowboy, or for you, cowgirl, knows that a horse can sense your personality and fear from a mile away. If you sprout fear, it wonât trust you to be the guide on its back. Itâs a mutual thing to trust one another. Itâs the trust Joel thrust upon you after loyally working at the ranch for a handful of years. Sure, you were young, but you had a good head on your shoulders.
He perches his cowboy boot on the low fence rail, teeth gnawing at a toothpick as he watches you with careful eyes. The morning dew settles over the long grass and tall trees, untouched by man, fostered by nature. With the sun clawing at the horizon, the land turns from a pale blue to a beaming orange glow. Itâs beautiful here, peaceful. You imagine this is the life that Joel always wanted, craved. Heâs not from around here, heâs got too much Southern twang to be from these northern Montana woods.Â
Life guided him up here and he never turned back.Â
You can feel the horse grow agitated under your haunches, whinnying with anxiety as it takes a few rough steps backward in the ground-up dirt.Â
âSâokay, boy, take it easy, easy,â you coo in a gentle voice that lets the horse breathe through its panic. You grip the coltâs mane at the very base of his neck, right by the horn of your saddle, gently scratching that sweet spot that seems to bring him some tranquility.
Youâre the only one who seems to calm these beautiful boys.Â
âYou got a habit of gettinâ inâta trouble before it even knows to start lookinâ for ya.â Joelâs southern drawl rumbles deep from his chest, stepping into the training ring and crooking his first two fingers in your direction.Â
âI got it, Joel,â you say insistently, guiding the horse by a little squeeze of your boots to its belly in Joelâs direction.Â
âKnow ya do.â Joel stops at the horseâs chest and pats its neck, large and calloused hand stroking down its coarse mane as he stares up at you, squinting from the morning sunlight.Â
His eyes are starkly brilliant in this light, typically a dark brown, now a glowy amber under the brim of his black cowboy hat. âYou know that part of learninâ how to be a cowboy is lettinâ them break in their own horse. Hop down.â
A sigh leaves your parted lips as you unhook one boot from the stirrups and throw yourself off. Taking the reigns, you walk with Joel back to the main fence.Â
âYouâre too nice to âem. I hired you to be a bit moreâŠâ He pauses indefinitely, tilting his head.
âRuthless. I know.â Your eyes connect, both hardened after years of this long life. One day of being a cowboy felt like a year at any other job.Â
The plan was plain and simple, a route youâd taken a hundred times with a crew that changed on and off for the past couple of years. The cattle were in need of fresh resources, lush grass to graze on, and streams of pristine crystal water. Up through the valley theyâd go.Â
The cowboys and cowgirls were gathered on their horses, Joel sat atop his beautiful black mare, eyes piercing his crew even behind his tinted sunglasses. Any season besides summer in this state demanded thick, warm work wear. Joel adorned a chocolate brown Carhartt and thick denim jeans under old, worn-out brown chaps.Â
âI want Wyatt and Jack to take front, Bo and Sadie, swing, Jess and June on the flank, Tucker and Sammy on the drag. Wear your bandanas, itâs gonna get dusty back there,â your eyes flick up to a string of confused faces, âany questions?âÂ
âWhy do we have to go through the valley? Weâd have to push hundreds of cows through open water,â Bo mutters, disdain for a woman making all these choices for him, perhaps.Â
âYeah, nâI canât swim. Never learned.â Another pipes in.Â
âThen youâre a goddamn idiot,â old man Wyatt gurgles up a chuckle. Wyatt has been a cowboy longer than you have been alive. He raised you up to be tough with a streak of kindness that could never be washed away. He gives you a tight nod of reassurance as you sigh weakly.Â
All this tomfoolery seems to be a bit much for Joelâs taste. âSheâs takinâ questions about the plan, not your âpinions on it. I tell her what to do, she tells yaâll what to do. You question her, you question me. So do as she says, or you answer to me.â
Joelâs always had a tight hand on the crew. He intimidates them. He is their boss, after all. They have a problem with you or this ranch or anyone else, they answer to him. Joel takes off his sunglasses and narrows his eyes on Bo, the newest cowboy with a pretty big mouth on him who bucks just as bad as your new colts. And his dead eyes are set on you.Â
The rest of the crew sets off towards the direction of the cattle herd, everyone except Bo.Â
Your head jerks upward in his direction, your own eyes narrowed. âYou wanna say somethinâ?â You ride alongside Bo, who seems to be wrestling with his stupid thoughts. But before he gets a chance to say anything, Joel intervenes.Â
âGot a fight in you? It starts anâ ends with me.â
Bo looks between both of you, simply scoffing before he backs his horse off and trots along towards the crew.Â
The view from the top of the valley is beautiful, all yellow and golden, with a pale blue sky and tall trees that harbor the secrets of the forest. Joel used to tell you it would whisper to him, warn him. Your chestnut-colored horse stands tall next to Joelâs, and both of you are overseeing the herd and the crew working together.Â
âNot as bad as I thought this was gonna be,â Joel mutters, turning his head in your direction. Youâre unrecognizably quiet. Heâs never known you to be so still.Â
He watches as your fingers anxiously twirl your horseâs mane. âYou undermine me in front of them, and they donât respect me, Joel.âÂ
So thatâs what got you so stiff. He takes in a deep breath of mountain air, crossing his wrists over the horn of his saddle and glancing over at you out of the corner of his eye. Your hair blows in the wind, gentle and flowing. Almost graceful if it wasnât in this wild west. Your beauty was city beauty, he was surprised you ever found your way out here.Â
âBoâs as green as grass. He needs to learn not tâtalk to you like that. And if he needs to learn from me, so be it.â
Keeping your lips zipped, your eyes scan the points that use the dogs to guide the herd in the right direction. The swings and flanks work the mid to back-mid to maintain movement, and the drags stationed at the back ensure that any loose stragglers keep up.Â
Joel rolls his eyes and sighs, reaching his hand across to your horseâs reigns, keeping your horse tucked to his side.Â
âCâmon, Cowgirl. Spit it out.âÂ
âYou go about defendinâ me, it looks like weâre sleepinâ together,â you gripe, âand I donât need our crew slinginâ the slander that I got my job fuckinâ the boss. I donât want that shit, Joel.â
Joel shifts his jaw from side to side, silent as he usually is. His tongue muscles over the right words, the words that will settle that ball of uncertainty you have nestled in your gut.Â
He settles on the truth.Â
âWe are sleepinâ together.âÂ
Shaking your head, you steal your reigns back from Joel and gently nuzzle your boots against the horseâs underbelly. âWell, maybe that should end.âÂ
Joel watches on with a small smirk as your horse is set in motion down the grassy hill. He shouts loud enough for his voice to carry down from the high ground. âYou set those boys straight, or Iâll have to keep doinâ it for ya.â
You sling back your middle finger in his direction, both of your horses riding side by side now as you follow the crew through to the valley.Â
Joel sighs upon entering his large, private cabin, resting his cowboy hat to air out on a hook by the front door. His clothes wreak of his musky sweat, and the shower calls his name. He walks stiffly. Joelâs thick thigh muscles are as strong as iron from riding his horse, and his back cracks each time he inhales.
But he canât deny that this life was made for him.Â
Training to be a carpenter, earning pennies on the dollar to work in the hot Texas sun, and for what? Building someone elseâs dream property? He had his own dreams.Â
The ranch was his dream.
He always had a profound appreciation for nature and the outdoors.Â
Fuck the city, fuck car horns honking obnoxiously, fuck the traffic. He found more fulfillment in listening to the wind flutter through the trees and would much rather hear the moos of his cattle than impatient commuters at six in the morning.Â
Plus, heâs never felt more free or independent. This was his land, and he made the decisions on how it was run. Hiring the sassy cowgirl from the metropolis just happened to be a nice bonus on lonely nights when there wasnât much left to his whiskey bottle, and the ride into town was more than twenty minutes for a new one. She sated him all the same, better, even. Â
Despite years of riding and wrangling, youâre so fucking soft. You have soft eyes, a pretty voice, and satiny thighs. Your lips are plush against his weathered ones, and you donât seem to mind sitting in his lap with his rougher-than-barbwire hands feeling over your body.Â
But in turn, youâve made a little soft spot in his wild like the west heart of his. And he swore heâd never settle down; you seem to have the same intentions.Â
Things were easy. Nice and easy. Almost routine.Â
The bunkhouse would be busy with cowboys and cowgirls playing card games, drinking their beers, singing to the music on the radio, and talking nonsense. Youâd slip out after dark and wind up upstairs in his bed.Â
He recalls you saying something about how his bed is more comfy than the ones in the bunkhouse.Â
âWhatever you say, darlinâ.âÂ
Tonight was no different. Fresh from his shower with a towel secured low on his waist, he hums curiously at the sight of you sprawled out across his bed. No more than a minute later, you are tugging it loose from his frame and letting it pool around his ankles.Â
âThought you said you were done,â Joel muses with a hint of teasing. You sit up from the bed on your knees and wrap your arms around his broad trap and shoulder muscles.Â
âI ainât a quitter,â you mutter against Joelâs mouth, feeling his tongue glide along yours as he explores you freely.Â
He sheds your clothes, feeling your freshly showered skin and hair under his rough palms. He canât help but touch you like youâre his, like he owns you. But no man can possess the wind.Â
You kiss as he slips you under the bedâs cool sheets, drunk on the way you move so pliantly under his guidance. His lips move to the slope of your neck, his greying whiskers scratching your skin before he washes over the irritation with more kisses.Â
Joelâs hands slip between your legs, cupping your clothed center in one hand. Your eyes light up at the friction, mewling up a moan of his name as he massages over the wet spot growing on your panties.Â
âSheâs already soaked, darlinâ. You been thinkinâ âbout this?â Joel muses, sitting up properly to peel your shirt off your body, two fingers curling around the hem of your panties and chucking them mindlessly on the floor.Â
âJoel,â you whisper breathlessly as heâs about to slip down between those pretty legs of yours.Â
âWhat?â He asks, damn near annoyed.Â
âI canât wait,â you beg breathlessly, his eyes meeting yours. âI-I canât, Iâm begginâ you, please. Itâs been a long day.âÂ
Joel sighs but ultimately nods. Itâs not what he wants, but sometimes you both need a quick fix.Â
Joelâs body parts your legs, a grunt escaping the depth of his throat as he ruts his hips against your own.Â
âGood idea,â he mutters against your mouth, leaning down and distracting himself with your kisses as he lines his length up and down your soaking center.Â
You sharply inhale as he enters and the sound is music to his ears. He feels your nails carving into his back muscles as he sinks himself in deeper deeper deeper, both of you panting with eagerness by the time his hips are flush with your own, lost in where you end and he begins.
You let out a string of moans as he reels himself back, only to return to your depths with a snap of his hips that releases a shrill whine of his name from your throat. His forearms are buried in the fluff of the pillows on either side of your head, forehead against forehead, his hips grinding against you now.Â
The friction is enough to make your head spin. You can feel the coarse hair of his happy trail tickling your already anxious pearl.Â
âFuck,â you huff out, letting your hands slip down his back, knowing that if you want him to pick up the pace, youâll have to ignite his fire. In one quick movement, your hands drag themselves up Joelâs back, your nails creating etched lines that raise red once you finish at the very tops of his shoulders.Â
Joel releases a long, low groan in response as his eyes snap open to meet yours. The sting of pain creates heat along Joelâs spine. His jaw is wound tight as he brings his large hand to wrap around your pretty throat, thumb on your chin to force you into staring straight at him.Â
âSuch a goddamn brat,â he growls, adding pressure to the column of your throat as he begins to pound into you harder and harder with each thrust of his hips. You cry out his name, a cacophony of your panting moans and your slick squelching against his hips fill your ears. The ecstasy of losing just a smidge of air is enough to make your eyes roll into the back of your head.Â
Heâs obsessed with the way your eyes gloss over in lust, your body jerking up the bed with each powerful thrust he gives you. Your mouth hangs open, gasping for air thatâs just out of your reach.Â
âYou take it, baby girl, you keep takinâ it. Sheâs so fuckinâ- goddamit, so fuckinâ good for me,â he pants, feeling the warm air dissolve against your skin as Joel begins to swell fatter inside of you.Â
Perfectly slick and warm, he loses himself in your pussy. You squeeze and choke him, his orgasm only building as you whimper how good he feels.Â
âHoly fuck, Joel, please please please, right there, ohmygod youâre gonna make me-â you gasp, your back arching off the mattress as you grip onto his forearm thatâs still holding your delicate throat, your other hand gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. He knows to squeeze a little harder as you fall apart, the euphoria of the combination sending you over the edge.Â
Joelâs holding on for dear life, always focused on putting you first, always trying to prove your jokes of him being an old man wrong. But he canât deny heâs nearly finished twice now, your pretty cunt all nice and warm for him.Â
Whatâs wrong with pushing you over the edge a little?
Joel abandons the hold on your throat as you still are witnessing the aftershocks of your orgasm, his two thick fingers circling over your swollen clit.Â
Joel smirks as your eyes snap open, your jaw dropping wide as you silently scream in pleasure. He nods sadistically, smirking as he overstimulates your already twitchy clit.
âYouâre gonna give me another, right here, right now,â Joel grunts, stilling his hips as heâs buried to the hilt inside you, feeling your pussy clench around his cock as your gasps and strangled moans fill the room.Â
âFuck, Joel I donât think I can,â you cry out, bracing the wrist of the hand thatâs still working figure-eights around your pearl. Joel watches as your chest rises and falls quickly, nipples at peaks as you continue to clench repeatedly around his cock.Â
 âKnow you can, baby, cum on this cock again. Youâre a strong cowgirl, ainâtâcha? You been thinkinâ âbout this all day, getting this pretty girl drilled by me, know ya have.â
And heâs right. Shamefully so. Denying Joel looks good in and out of his cowboy attire is just nonsense. The way he rides his horse with his thighs snagged tight around its middle, gnawing on his toothpicks to ward off the need to smoke a cigarette or chew; at this point, itâs everything that he does that turns you on.Â
And maybe thatâs why itâs so easy to give him a second one.Â
Your nails pierce into his skin as your hands grip his biceps, mewling and moaning something wrecked, feeling the warmth gather deep in your belly once more.Â
âKeep fuckinâ me, I didnât say to stop,â you pant.
Joel disguises his laughter by meeting your lips with his own, giving you messy kisses that taste better than perfect ones. His hips and fingers work in tandem to force you over the edge. Youâre shaking under him, your thigh muscles twitching with excitement, legs wrapping around his middle as he grows closer to his own finish.Â
Just as he feels like heâs going to give way, he can feel your pussy clenching around his aching cock, his tip brushing so perfectly against that spongy spot that sets your insides alight.Â
âFuck,â he grits, ripping himself loose of your perfectly wasted cunt as he yanks over his length. One, two, three more times, and heâs spilling warm spend across your belly. The pretty splatters are like a Jackson Pollock. He stares in awe at how pretty you look getting finished on.Â
The bed dips as he falls into place beside you. He doesnât lay idle. He reaches for some tissues from his bedside table, politely wiping away his mess as you stare at him with lustful eyes. You were so fucked out. Sorta cute.Â
âQuit,â he mutters, avoiding your eyes.Â
âYou ainât as old as I thought you were.â You whisper, a smirk tugging on the corners of your mouth.Â
Joel chuckles softly at your familiar tease. He's heard it countless times, but it never ceases to make him roll his eyes and pull you closer to him. He kisses your forehead affectionately, his voice carrying a hint of playful banter.
âYou gonna keep remindin' me about my age every chance you get? Donât stop ya from cominâ back each night.â
You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart thump.Â
Joelâs got one arm slung around your shoulders, the other on your thigh thatâs draped across his middle. His strong hand works slowly into your tired muscles. You play with the greying curls on his chest, taking note of the dark, nearly black ones still speckled throughout.Â
âGoodnight, old cowboy.â You say, patting his chest, hearing his slow laughter rumble from his chest.Â
âGânight, pain in my ass.âÂ
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MISSED YOU | chris sturniolo
| ".... god, i hate that i missed you so much"
pairing: dealer!chris x fem!reader
summary: your dealer has been out of town for almost two weeks and after he's finally back, he texts you needing to see you.
warnings; smut, dom!chris, sub!reader, p in v, pet names, praising, unprotected sex, dirty talking, hair pulling, rough sex, car sex, crying, publicÂż sex, cursing, mdni
a/n: literally my first fanfic after a looong time so please bear with me, if its bad... you know why. english isnt my first language so sorry for any mistakes! also its a little long đ part two here !!
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she laughed at some joke her friend made and took another bite of her pizza. it was late friday afternoon, she and her bestfriends were hanging out, since there was nothing else to do. everything was great, until her phone buzzed. she looks at her screen, immediately smiling when she sees his name. she wasn't even aware that her lips had curved into a smile.
her friends were too busy with their own conversation, so she uses her moment and grabs her phone, reading the message from chris. she hasn't heard from him in over two weeks, she had no clue what he was doing, or where he was. she also didn't want to ask, hating the feeling of being too desperate. and it's not like he owns her any explanation either.
chris: u busy?
she bites her lip, fighting the urge to smile again as she replies back.
y/n: hi to you too
y/n: yeah im out with friends, whats up
chris: having fun?
chris: when u gonna be home ma?
y/n: like in an hour or so
chris: can u hurry up? c'mon kid i miss ya
y/n: you do???
she can't help but genuinely grins this time, her eyes widen a little. did he miss her? or was he just saying that to make her give in? he always knew how to talk to her, to make her going feral over him. but she wanted to believe he means it this time.
chris: hell yeah i do
chris: get ur ass out here
she looks at her friends, that were still yapping about something, that she couldn't care less about right now. she needed to see him. he never said he missed her before.
y/n: then come pick me up, im sending u the address
chris: omw gorgeous
chris is already in his car, when she sends him the address. not being able to see her for over two weeks, made him think. A lot. he has been her drug dealer for over a year now, there was tension between them since the beginning, so it didnt take them long to finally fuck at some party a few months ago. and since then, it's happening every now and then, usually they meet to smoke together, then they end up all over each other.
after a few minutes, he parks the car in front of the pizzeria, finally seeing her. she made a stupid excuse for her friends to leave, not being able to hide her excitement, so they just could assume what was going on.
chris gets out of the car, looking her up and down, licking his lips as she was only wearing a black crop top and baggy camo pants. he personally loved those, especially on her.
he opens the door for her, a smirk playing on his lips. "get in."
she tried her hardest to act casual, but just seeing him after a while, in all black outfit, was enough to make her dizzy. and she could swear he got a haircut. his hair was so much shorter, and she loved it.
she smiles, keeping the eye contact while getting inside the car. he closes the door, his eyes roaming all over her body as she walked towards him. he snaps back to reality, getting to the other side and climbing back into the drivers seat. he was feeling so many things that he couldn't express.
"missed me so bad, you couldn't wait an hour, huh?" she speaks up, putting on the seatbelt and looking over at him, while he starts the car.
she notices the way he looks her up and down, his eyes stopping at her exposed skin a little too long.
"i've missed my favorite customer." he smirks, going back to the eye contact.
"yeah, your favorite customer... right." she says sarcastically, trying her hardest to keep her cool and not to blush under his stare.
he grins before replying, focused on keeping his hands on the wheel instead of her body. it was getting harder with every second. "yeah, the one i always gotta give free stuff to."
"oh, dont act like i force you to do this..." she scoffs, still looking at him. "you know i always want to pay you."
"i know y'do... doesn't mean i will stop givin' it to you for free though."
"see, and that's crazy."
chris rolls his eyes, loving and hating at the same time, how she always had to talk back to him. he's driving, planning to go to her house, but the way she's looking right now, and especially her attitude, is making him crazy. he feels his dick getting harder with every second.
"whatever, ma. i know you secretly like it."
"yeah, sure." she mumbles with sarcastic tone, her eyes still watching him. seeing him driving was one of her favorite things in the world, he always looked so good. she appreciates, that he gives her stuff for free or cuts down her prices, but dealing was his job, he was making money out of it, so she always felt bad when he didnt want her cash. "what made you busy for so long? thought the cops caught or some shit"
chris bites his lip, his eyes glancing over to her for a second, before focusing back on the road. he never felt so desperate like right now, just having her in his car like that...
once he hears her question, he snaps back to reality and smiles. "the cops? please, sweetheart, they can suck my dick."
chris changes his direction, spotting an empty parking lot and he drives there. "i was out of town, had to deal with some business... nothin' to worry about now." he explains, parking and turning off his car, and his stare travels to her, scanning her face and body. "you're so curious...."
she nods, now understanding why he wasn't texting her these past two weeks, she was a bit ashamed 'cause she honestly thought maybe he got bored of her, so she didn't text him either. she still got some weed until yesterday, so she also had no reason to.
"why would you stop here?" she asks, looking at him with a little frown, but once she sees his smirk, the realization hits her. the excitement filling her body, the tension between them so noticeable, it makes her shiver.
he stares at her for a moment, adjusting his pants and then suddenly he unbuckles his seatbelt, sitting back in his seat so there was more space now.
"c'mere."
her eyes travels down on his lap, seeing the noticeable big bulge even through his jeans. she blushes slightly, looking back at him, the smirk still playing on his lips and it makes her weak in her knees.
"chris..." he cuts her off by reaching over and grabbing her chin, tilting her face closer to his.
"y'gonna do what i said, or keep talking back?"
she immediately unbuckles her seatbelt, moving over the center console and she gets into his lap, straddling him. she wasn't gonna act like she didn't miss him too, because, goddamn, she did. she presses herself onto his hard dick, watching him closely, and seeing how desperate and frustrated he was right now. It made her feel a little bit of a power, that she decided to take advantage of.
"now, was that so hard, ma?" he smirks even more, trying to hide his growing need for her, but his hands moves to grip onto her thighs. he felt the urge to touch her all over.
"you know, fifteen more minutes and we would be at my place-"
"you really think, i would wait fifteen fucking minutes, when i havent seen you for two weeks, and you look like that?" he loves the way she looks at him, with such admiration. she was so pretty in his eyes, he never felt this type of desperation for anyone ever before.
"and who's fault is that?" his hands grips her tighter and puts her closer in on his lap, making a little bit of friction, that he so desperately needs. his fingers digging into her skin, while he stares into her eyes.
"shut up for once, yeah?"
"make me." she smirks, challenging him. he doesn't have to hear it twice, loving the attitude she's giving him right now. his hand moves up from her thigh to the back of her neck, pulling her face closer and he kisses her roughly, grabbing her ass with his other hand as he does.
she smiles against his lips, immediately kissing him back with the same intensity, and she grinds down against his clothed dick, feeling her own need growing with every second. she missed the way he kissed her, she missed his lips, his hands all over her, his body against hers. she missed him and she hated to admit that.
she slides her tongue into his mouth, he bites her lip in response and lets her lead the kiss. moving up his hips to feel her more and not being able to hold back, he groans against her lips. he never felt so needy before. he pulls away for a moment to speak, and starts trailing kisses down her neck, squeezing her ass, before his hand moves up, caressing the skin on her exposed stomach.
"god, i hate that i missed you so much."
it slips from his mouth, he doesn't think much about it as he sucks on her skin, but for her it meant everything. she tilts back her head, giving him more space and she grinds against his lap some more, running her hand through his brown hair. he lets out a growl as she grinds down on him, making him even harder and he bucks his hips up again. lifting up his head from her neck his stare finds hers, the noticeable lust in his eyes made her bite her lip to hold back a moan. the smirk coming back to his face once he notices her flushed cheeks.
"what 'bout you, huh, ma? missed me too?"
she closes her eyes, their face so close to each other, it makes their lips brush when she replies him back.
"yeah... i did"
he grins, his hands playing with the waistband of her pants. that's all he needed to know, that she missed him as much as he missed her. even though they both were aware, they should'nt.
"how much, hm?" he unzips her pants, she lifts herself up, gripping his shoulders to balance herself and helps him take them off. then she straddles him again, trying to hold back her smile, but not being able to.
"want me to show you?"
he groans after her words, feeling her wet panties pressing against his hard dick and he bucks up his hips again, being so desperate, that he was ready to beg her. he starts marking her neck again, his hand traveling between her legs, massaging her clit through her underwear. her breath hitches in her throat, she lets out a little whine and grips his hair slightly.
"so wet already... shiiiitttt... all this f'me, huh?" he says against her skin, bitting on it slightly and making her moan. he adds more pressure, circling over her clit. "lift this shit up."
his tone demanding, he wasn't asking. she lifts up her top, revealing her breasts. he looks at her now, his eyes going back and forth between her tits, and her face. "fuck... not wearing a bra? fuckin' slut..."
he licks her hard nipple, then starting sucking on it. her hand tightens in his hair, tilting her head back and she lets out more whimpers. she was supposed to be the one in control this time, she craved it and saw how needy he is, but the way he's touching her, makes her losing her mind. he then pulls her panties to the side, running his fingers through her wet folds and suddenly putting one inside her. not even giving her any time, he just starts pumping in and out, adding another finger after a moment, now stretching her out. he pulls away from her nipple, looking at her face.
"c-chris..." she moans quietly, trying her hardest to keep the eye contact, but struggles to do so. her hands now traveling down his chest and unbuckling his belt.
"yeah, ma? y'like that?" he tries to keep his cool, still working his fingers inside her dripping pussy, curling them and making her whine in response. "look at you... so, fuckin' desperate on my lap. missed my fingers, huh? want some more?"
she desperately nods, squeezing around his fingers, but once he feels that, he pulls them out immediately putting them in his mouth to lick them clean. she whines, pouting her lips when he stops.
"show me how much you missed this dick then."
she bites her lip, unzipping his pants and with his help, she pulls them down to his knees, his boxers following after a second. chris leans his head back against the seat, gripping her hips as she gives him a few strokes before pulling her underwear to the side. she runs her thumb over his tip, collecting the precum and spreading it all over his cock, using it as a lubricant and then she lowers herself slowly on his cock, the movement making them both moan out loud with pleasure. she stays like this for a moment, needing to adjust after these past two weeks without him.
"fuckk...so tight...your pussy was made f'me.." he groans, tightening his grip on her hips and he watches her closely, as she finally starts moving on him. heâs holding himself back from moving up his hips and taking over, trying so hard not to thrust into her. he loves the feeling of her body against his and heâs missed it so much. he needed it, he needed her and he hated that. the feeling just kept growing, making the space in the car feel even smaller.
he pulls her back down into another kiss, this time more sloppy, continuing to move his tongue against hers, tasting her. she kisses him back, starting speeding up her pace and now bouncing on him harder. his dick hitting just all the right spots, making her moan loudly while chris tries to focus on the kiss and not to lose his composure. he wanted to take over, he always did, but the feeling of her riding him like that, has him gripping the seat. he grits his teeth, trying to keep himself together and he knows his patience wont last long. he looks up at her again, his eyes glued to her face.
"fuckkkk, ma.... takin' all of me so well... shit..." he hisses, when she speeds up even more. "so good.... s-so good f'me...."
she grips into his shoulders more, moaning loudly at his praises and she continues moving. chris is in complete ecstasy as she picks the pace up, a feeling like he hasnât experienced before. there's just something about her on top and taking what she wants, that's got him feeling so many things at once.
âfuck.. just like thatâ one of his hands grab her ass, giving it a squeeze and then slapping it. "fuckin' slut... you like it? fucking in my car? takin' it just like a little bitch.... yeah? shitttt..."
he moans now not being able to hold back, and he starts thrusting into her. she gasps for air, her eyes closing shut as she tightens around him. "oh, wanna cum, huh? not yet darlin'...." he grips her hips more, his tip hitting her g-spot with every move.
"chris i-"
she cuts herself off with another moan, not being able to think straight. she digs her nails into the back of his neck, her head falling down on his shoulder and he immediately stops. her eyes snap open, she lifts up her head to look at him, a smirk playing on his lips.
"you better don't look away f'me, ma.... wanna see your pretty face y'know? and keep makin' those sexy little sounds...got it?"
she nods, but it's not enough from him as he speaks up again. "use your words baby, c'mon... you aint that fucked out of your mind yet, hm?"
"i got it, just... please..." she whines, moving her hips, wanting to bounce on him again, but he stops her. she pouts. "chrissss......"
"get to the backseat." he demands, after scanning her face for a while. he wanted to give her all the pleasure she deserves. he wasn't even thinking about himself, he couldn't care less about his release. he just needed to make her feel good, making sure no one else can do what he can.
she pulls away from him, now moving over the center console again, struggling a bit but she gets into the backseat. chris obviously smacks her ass as she does, what makes her squeak.
"chris!"
but he just smirks, pulling off his pants and boxers all the way down and throwing it on the passenger seat, so it wasn't in the way. he gets on the back himself, there was little space, but enough to get into his favorite position. chris puts his hand on her back, forcing her to get on her knees and hands on the seat, as he positions himself behind her. chris loves the way he can get her all desperate and begging, so he teases her now. he moves his tip along her folds, making her whine. then he slowly puts it in, but after a few seconds he pulls back again.
"chris...." she whines, knowing he's playing with her now.
"yeah, baby?"
she bites her lip, her face pressing into the seat and she lifts up her hips more. "stop teasing me, please...."
he grins even more, slapping her pussy with his dick and then he suddenly pulls his cock all the way in, making her gasp and scream out of pleasure. the new angle let him hit all of her sweet spots.
"whatever you want, princess." he starts thrusting into her with a very intense and fast pace, going as deep as he could. the car now filled up with her moans and the sounds of skin slapping against each other. he grips her hips tight, keeping her in place. he can feel her squeezing around his cock again, and he lets out a growl. "c'mon.... cum all over me...wanna see you while y'do..."
chris moves one of his hands, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, having a good view on her face. her mouth wide open, letting out loud moans, her eyes rolling back.
"oh my god!" she cries out, gripping the edge of the seat like her life depended on it and she releases, the wet, squelching sound coming from her now louder. he groans, kissing her neck and whispering into her ear.
"you feel so good... cummin' like that f'me... such a good girl.."
she moans, squeezing around him again, the overstimulation now making her shiver as he keeps going with the crazy pace, not slowing down at all. he lets go of her hair, her head immediately falling onto the seat and he grips by her hips again, making sure she feels him as deep as he wants her to. he growls, being on the edge himself.
"i'm... close.." he mutters, throwing his head back. "gonna fill you up, yeah?"
she whines nodding desperately, but then he smacks her ass giving her a sign to answer verbally.
"shit! yes, fuck, yes chris, please!" she feels tears filling up her eyes from the pleasure, a few of them coming down her cheeks moment later. chris bites his lip, feeling her tightening around him. he moves one of his hands between her legs, now rubbing her clit, while still thrusting hard into her, but his movements getting sloppier. she cries out, her legs trembling and his dick twitches, finally cumming inside her, his warm sticky release filling her up and dripping out of her. he curses under his breath, digging his fingers into her skin, leaving bruises as he does. she feels him cumming, and the overstimulation from him lazily massaging her clit and still hitting her g-spot, makes her finish again. the pressure in her stomach now becoming too much, unable to hold back, she feels the liquid squirts out of her in waves.
his eyes snap open, looking down at her and he growls. he slows down until he eventually stops, after they both ride out their highs, this time not wanting to overstimulate her. looking at the mess she made, he can't help but feel a bit cocky about it.
"shit, ma.... squirtin' all over me, huh? is it how it is now?" he smirks, a little surprised that he made her do that but he couldn't be more proud. he pulls out of her, letting go of her hips and her body immediately falls onto the seat. she's breathing heavily, not being able to reply yet. "that's my fuckin' girl.."
he runs his fingers along her inner thigh, collecting her and his cum and he leans in a bit, covering over her. he looks at her fucked out expression and the smudged mascara on her cheeks. "look at me."
she opens her eyes, her mind blank, body shaking. he puts his fingers into her mouth, she immediately cleans them up, tasting both his and her release on her tongue, making sure she keeps the eye contact with him while she does that.
"you're so hot." he says now kissing the tears on her cheeks away. "took me so well..."
she smiles, seeing his flushed cheeks and messy hair sticking to his forehead. it was her favorite view.
"y'good, kid? don't go all mute on me now.."
"don't call me that...." she mumbles, trying to get her sarcastic attitude back, but she was absolutely spent right now. "i'm fine."
he just grins, gently patting her cheek before he pulls away. she slowly lifts herself up, trying to fight her trembling legs and she sits up now, facing him. not being able to do anything more yet, her glare moving to her legs and the seat she made mess on. she feels her cheeks growing hotter, now suddenly embarrassed and trying to ignore his stare. this never happened to her with him before and she didn't know what he thought about it.
"sorry about... the seats" she mumbles, grimacing.
he raises his eyebrows, now seeing her embarrassment and he doesn't understand why. it was a little surprising but he felt so proud. he already wanted to make her do it all over again. "you f'real? don't even say sorry, ever again."
she's still not so sure, blushing even more as he wipes her cheeks from the smudged mascara and then runs his hand through her hair, trying to fix it a little bit. he smiles softly. "gonna clean this up later, don't you worry 'bout that, okay?"
chris then reaches into the center console for the tissues, grabbing them and spreading her legs with his hands. she watches him closely seeing how he starts just gently cleaning her up. this simple movement makes her feel the heat rising from her cheeks down to her neck, so she just covers her face with her hands shyly. not really being able to understand why is she so embarrassed this time, he grabs her wrists, forcing her hands to move away from her face.
"y'gotta be kiddin' me. don't hide from me, ma." chris mutters. "not when you made such pretty mess in my car."
with a quiet sigh, she lets him take her hands off of her face. she chews on her bottom lip nervously while he goes back to cleaning her up, touching her slightly as she was made from some kind of glass. it was even cute, how he just made sure she was fine. it's not their first rough sex, but this one was definitely more intense and for some reason felt so... different. she had this strange feeling in her chest, just seeing him focused on wiping her legs and how he didn't seem to care about his covered in her release seats. once he's done, he sits beside her, wrapping his hand around her shoulder and pulling her close. she doesn't like the silence, even if before it was never awkward, this one was bothering her as she couldn't stop feeling unfamiliar emotions.
"i ran out, by the way." she suddenly blurts out, making him laugh. there was no way in hell this girl was real.
"yeah? good to know. gonna give y'some more later."
"im paying this time."
"oh, you've paid enough already." she immediately looks up at him, smacking his shoulder and he chuckles in response, pretending to be in pain. "woaaahh, bein' a little brat again, hm?"
"that's not funny, im giving you money." her tone shows no objection, he smirks and nods, knowing he won't take anything from her anyway. they sit like that for a moment, before he speaks up, knowing he will get another hit after that.
"soooo... round two?"
"christopher, i swear to god."
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a/n: oh my god this seems sooo long đ tell me what yall think, i feel like i kinda fucked up with the whole dealer vibe but lmk please! i honestly enjoyed writing that so who knows..
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5.7k words, Joel x f!reader x Tommy | sequel here! A/N: ONE SHOT. I had to get this out of my system after that one Uncle Tommy line I wrote in september lol. Shoutouts to: @bonezone44 for being an Uncle Tommy stan, @/walkintotheriveranddisappear for running the center for dvp excellence, and everyone who's been supportive. đ€ Multiple fic recs at the bottom! WARNINGS: I8+, big girthy age gap, darkish miller bros, dubcon (coaxing/pressure, you aren't sure what Joel allows), use of "daddy," sharing, unsafe p in v (individually and together), oral, jacking off, creampies, cucking, MFM, DP (double vag), light degradation, praise, pet names, foot massage. AU where you don't overthink this fic. Youâre happy with Joel, but itâs not a healthy relationship with clear communication and boundaries. Joel carries reader. TW: incidental incest via MFM/DVP - If this isn't for you, please quietly move along.
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Joel squats down with one hand on the back of your chair. He admires your face then cups your cheek. âGotta do somethinâ, baby. Wonât be back tonight.â The casual announcement makes your heart race. He kisses you on the forehead, then stands up.Â
âWhat do you mean you wonât be back tonight?â
âItâs okay, baby. Uncle Tommyâs gonna stay with ya.â
Your face gets hot. Tommy tilts his head down and smiles at you from across the breakfast table. He raises his glass of juice in acknowledgement, but you donât look at him. You look squarely at Joel, caught off guard by his plans.
âDaddy,â you whine. âJust lemme come with you.âÂ
âAinât that kinda trip, darlinâ.âÂ
âWhy canât he do it?â
Tommy laughs silently and his voice goes up an octave. âWhatâsa matter, sweetheart? Donât wanna hang out?â He tilts his head and smiles, then his normal voice returns. âThatâs okay.â There's a glimmer in his eye.Â
Joel grabs his jacket and kisses you goodbye, then says, âDonât have too much fun without me,â and winks at Tommy. Then Joel's gone, just like that. Your tummy feels nervous as his truck starts, then drives away.Â
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It's Thanksgiving week. You have a lot to be thankful for. Joel loves you and takes good care of you. You have solar power and a nice farm with a secure perimeter. Tommy is visiting for the holiday. You met Tommy in passing long ago, but his girl at the time was with him, and that was before you were Joelâs. You were just the girl down the street. This week is the first time you've really spent time together.Â
Joel would kill any other man for touching you, but apparently he's different about Tommy. You're still figuring out how that works. Joel doesn't seem to mind what Tommy seesâor feelsâwhen the three of you are together. But what about when you're alone?Â
Does Joel know Tommy walked by the bedroom window and saw you undressing? Does he know Tommy came to apologize for that when you were fresh out of the shower, and saw you in a towel? Or that he looked you up and down, asked if Joel was treating you right, then gave a low whistle and adjusted himself before he left? Or that you touched yourself almost as soon as he closed the door?
*******
Last night, Joel put you in Tommy's lap in the armchair to give you a foot massage, and you tried not to react when Tommy got hard. âIt's ok,â Tommy whispered with his hands on your hips. He pulled you back against his hard bulge with a soft grunt and it gave you a shock of desire.Â
âIt's ok, darlin,â Joel echoed, kneeling at your feet. Joel placed your heel on his own hardening package as he worked on the ball of your foot.Â
Tommy's hand cupped your breast and you tensed.Â
Joel glanced up. âRelax, baby. It's just Uncle Tommy.âÂ
âIt's ok,â Tommy whispered again into your hair as his other hand crept up your thigh, higher and higher, until his thumb grazed your panties. Joel continued massaging you, unbothered, then switched to the other foot.Â
Tommy's thick fingers glided over your panties and you twitched as he felt the dampness. He lifted his hips with a soft grunt, then cleared his throat. âgonna take care of your girl tonight, Joel? She's drippinâ like a faucet.â Your cheeks burned, and Tommy ran his hand down your thigh.Â
Joel smiled with half his mouth as he glanced up. âmakinâ a mess already?â Joel shook his head. âClose your legs, darlin'.âÂ
Your stomach dropped and you stammered, âsorry, uh . . .â
But as soon as you closed your legs, Tommy lifted your dress up, making your whole body tingle with goosebumps. Joelâs face gave away nothing as he looked past you at Tommy. For a moment, you thought Tommy had gone too far. Then Joel hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, and Tommy held you back against his chest as Joel slid them off. Joel spread your knees, and Tommy's, and knelt between them, closer.Â
With his armpits resting over your thighs, Joel looked at your cunt hungrily and spread you open with his thumbs. You tilted your hips for him, feeling yourself gush. âGood girl,â he murmured, then planted his right forearm on your lower belly. With his right fingers pointing down, he ran them through your dripping folds, then drew in a deep breath through his nose before bringing his mouth between your legs.Â
Joel lapped at your weeping hole and sucked your clit. He fingered you and made out with your cunt like it was just another night, like he was getting ready to fuck you. Meanwhile, Tommy lightly grinded into your ass, breathing warm and wet into your hair and holding you gently in his strong arms as Joel devoured your pussy. Tommy rocked you gently on his lap, rocking you into Joelâs mouth. Joel ate you out at the same rhythm. When you came, Tommyâs arousal pressed harder against you and he grabbed your breast. He cooed, âgood girl.â Â
Joel didn't seem to mind, and it felt really good, but you got self conscious after you finished. Tommy caressed your arm as Joel wiped his mouth off. âI'm sleepy, daddy,â you looked at him with big eyes.
Joel looked at you fondly, squeezed your thigh, and said, âI know, darlinâ. Give Uncle Tommy a kiss goodnight.â You turned around and kissed him on the cheek, then mumbled âgoodnightâ without meeting his eyes.Â
â
Joel scooped you up in his arms. You went to bed with Joel and only Joel. As soon as he laid you down, you asked, âyou're not mad about Tommy touching me?â
âFelt good, didn't it?âÂ
You gave a small nod.Â
âNice havinâ four hands.â Joel raised his eyebrows and left it at that.Â
You eyed the protrusion in his jeans. âI'm cominâ, baby,â he reassured you as he unzipped them. He pulled his jeans and boxers down together and his massive erection sprang free. He prowled across the bed, settled between your legs, and you raised your knees, tilting your hips for him. âGood girl,â he whispered as he got himself into place.Â
âGod damn, even wetter now,â he muttered as he gathered your slick on his fingers and wiped it on his stiff cock. His tip prodded your dripping hole, then he pushed inside with a sigh, making you moan as he split you open. Joel bottomed out, and the sound that came out of his chest was somewhere between a grunt and a groan, âUungghh.â You whimpered in pleasure. Then, through the thin wall, you heard Tommy cum with a deep moan. Joel chuckled, then bowed his head and kissed you, pausing all the way inside.Â
Joel kissed you softly as he buried his length in you, and your lips broke away only to whimper, âDaddy.â
âYeah, baby doll,â he whispered into the pillow, right by your ear. âDaddyâs here.â You wrapped your legs around him as he fucked you deep and slow. You imagined Tommy lying behind you, grinding against you, whispering âgood girl,â copping a feel as Joel fucked you. You moaned and whimpered under Joel as he brought you to the brink again. Then, as your wet little pussy fluttered around his cock, he groaned and bottomed out to fill you with his seed.Â
**********
Now itâs morning, Joel's gone, and you're left alone with his brother. His brother with the sweet smile, soft voice, and big dick that felt so hard against you. Don't have too much fun without me, Joel said. . . With a wink. Â Unsure what to do with that, you avoid Tommy for most of the day, and he doesn't make you hang out with him. He works in the yard and you catch a few glimpses. He gets hot and takes off his flannel, exposing his wifebeater and oversized belt buckle. As he dabs his forehead with his shirt, his bicep swells and the veins on his hand bulge.
Tommy comes in and takes a shower in the other bathroom. Thereâs a knock on your bedroom door, then it opens. Youâre not sure why you didnât lock it. Tommyâs wearing jeans, boxers, and nothing else. Your eyes linger on his strong chest. He leans with his hand against the door frame. âThink Joel would let me borrow a shirt? Wasnât planninâ to work up a sweat,â he chuckles.Â
Tommy crosses his muscular arms over his thick, bare chest as you get a white t-shirt out of Joel's dresser and toss it to him. Tommyâs jeans ride down as he lifts his arms and puts the shirt on in front of you. He catches you looking as his head comes through the hole, then he rakes his fingers through his curls. A subtle smile forms, his eyes twinkle, and he gives you a little nod before he walks away.Â
â
Later, you're taking a bath. You sigh as you sink into the water. Then there's a click as the doorknob lock is effortlessly picked. The door opens and Tommy smiles at you with his eyes, biting his bottom lip. He closes the door behind him. The tub squeaks as you quickly pull up your knees to cover your breasts.Â
âMusta been touchinâ yourself, huh?â he chuckles as he approaches the tub. âDon't stop on my account.â He winks and his eyes fall on your legs. You scooch them closer together in case he can see through the bathwater.Â
Your chest feels warm. You look down and away.
Tommy takes a seat on the tiled floor in front of the garden tub. âCâmon sweetheart, don't be shy.â his arm moves out of view, unbuttoning his jeans. Your nipples harden. He tilts his head to peek from the side and smiles.Â
âWhat do you want?â you ask softly and a low squeak echoes as you shift in the tub.Â
âWanna see ya do it. Go on, finish what ya started.â Â
âI wasn't.â
âThere's no shame in it, sweetheartâ
You swallow and look down.
He studies your face and repeats, âNothin' to be âshamed of. You know that. Right?â
âTell your brother that,â you whisper and instantly regret it. You pinch your eyes shut and add, âNo, don't. . .Please.â
âOh shit,â Tommy whispers. âYa canât, can ya?âÂ
You barely shake your head, eyes still closed.Â
Tommy chuckles. âControlling fucker, ain't he?âÂ
You look at Tommy and your eyes widen with some defiant glimmer of hope. âGod damn,â he whispers. âkeepinâ his girl from touchinâ herself.â He looks down and shakes his head in disapproval. Â
He smiles apologetically. âGuess Daddy knows best, huh?â He tugs his jeans off, and you watch unabashed. As his pants come off, his boxers ride down, exposing his short, dark pubic hair. You canât help but admire the way his thigh muscles swell out from his boxers. Â
He palms himself over the fabric and raises his eyebrows. âWanna see it, donât ya?â He smiles knowingly at you.Â
You donât answer. He shows you anyway, pulling the waistband down under his balls. He's neatly trimmed and his balls are big. He's engorged but not fully hard.Â
âDo me a favor and spit in my hand, sweetheart.â He holds it out in front of you. You look back and forth between his eyes, then his freckles. He's a handsome man. His hand stays there, waiting patiently. You gather saliva in your mouth, tilt your head forward, and let it drop into his palm.Â
âGood girl,â he murmurs.Â
He wraps his hand around his cock and You look into the bath water as his eyes devour your body. In the corner of your eye, you can see him at full mast. He breathes heavier, then moves positions. He sits with his right side against the tub, facing you. He strokes himself with his left hand and dips his right hand into the water. You flinch away then try to relax. The backs of Tommyâs fingers graze your calf under the water. You squeeze your thighs together.Â
âDon't get shy on me now, cupcake.â He reaches behind your calf and touches the back of your leg, near your ass. Your legs involuntarily part. He wouldn't do anything Joel wouldn't like. Would he? Somehow the tension of the situation is only making you want it more. His fingers creep between your legs and caress your inner thigh crease. He sucks in a chest full of air, then gets on his knees. He brings his left hand to your mouth again for lube.Â
âGood girl.â The squelch of his hand around his cock echoes with the new moisture. He searches your face as half his mouth breaks into a smile. He holds your inner thigh as he jacks off. Then he straightens your leg so he can see your body better. âGod damn,â he murmurs, and the sound of his voice is sharpened by the tile. He rubs your thigh, spits into his other hand, keeps tugging at his cock, then when he's close, he gets up and sits on the edge of the tub. Itâs impossible not to look at his stiff, angry cock, glistening with your combined saliva. You still have one knee bent above the waterâthe knee furthest from him.Â
He pumps himself and stands up to face you. âYou wanna know how I taste?â He asks.Â
You hesitantly shake your head no, unsure if it would be crossing a line. âOkay, sweetheart. Don't have to.â He aims his cock at the water over your lap, then closes his eyes and groans. âOhh, God. ohhhh,â it lands sharply in your ears as he erupts. Silky ropes of cum dance in the water, some of it wrapping around your thigh. When he's finished, he pulls his boxers back up, then his jeans, but doesn't zip them up. He sits on the edge of the tub again, leans over it, and kisses you on the forehead. Then he whispers in your ear, âI'll make dinner.âÂ
â-
You eat together at the kitchen table. There's a cornucopia centerpiece. The scant conversation is about winter and gardening, until he reaches under the table and squeezes your thigh. You want him so bad, you blurt out, âwhatâs happening?âÂ
He replies, âHuh?â with his hand still on your thigh.Â
You search Tommyâs face. âYou said it yourself, heâs controlling.â You shift in your chair and he takes his hand back. You continue, âWhy doesnât he care if you. . .âÂ
âAh,â Tommy smiles down at his plate. âWell. . .â He turns his chair to face you instead of the table. He sits back and manspreads, and his hands rest on his thighs. âIâm just another body to love ya with, sugar.â His eyes drift to the cornucopia. âAnd I sure am thankful for it.âÂ
His eyes return to you, and your heart flutters.Â
âHe can love on ya when he ainât here, even.â One of his hands slides up his own thigh to rest closer to his groin. He takes in a deep breath through his nose and nods, admiring you as he slowly exhales. His eyes are darker.Â
A desperate want is stirring in your belly. It seems too good to be true. You abruptly announce, âIâm tired. Iâm gonna go to bed.â
âOkay, cupcake. Câmere,â Tommy opens his arms.Â
You stand between his legs, bend forward, put your arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. As you pull your head back, his hands on your hips pull you into sitting on his thigh. He brings a hand to your cheek, and it melts you. âI wouldnât do nothinâ he wouldnât want,â he reassures you.
You nod.Â
âEnd up on the wrong side of the dirt,â he chuckles. When you donât laugh, he clarifies, âMe, not you. Heâd never hurt ya, cupcake.âÂ
Then he cradles your head with both hands, studying your eyes and lips. He wets his lips, and your lips part, watching him. Half his mouth twitches. Youâre warm all over. He leans in and looks at your mouth again, getting closer. When you can practically feel the heat of his lips on yours, you close the gap and feel a rush of need when your mouths come together. His lips are soft, and the kiss is tender. You pull away after two seconds.Â
âGoodnight,â you whisper.Â
â---
You lie in bed missing Joel, wishing he would come home. You feel more at ease with the two of them. Your mind drifts to Tommy. At this rate, you wish he would stay. Youâre almost asleep when the bedroom door creaks open.Â
âDaddy?â When you turn over, the moonlit silhouette is Tommy's. He's only wearing boxers and there's already a tent in them. He lifts the covers, and the mattress dips under his weight.Â
You ask, âWhat are you doing?â
â'Sâokay, cupcake, I told ya. Promise he wonât be mad.â
âHow do you know for sure?â
âYour daddy and I been sharinâ our toys for fifty years.â
Your stomach turns, but Tommy adds, âYou're the most special of all, ya know.â He scoots closer. âNever seen him in love before.âÂ
You feel your body warming and opening up for him.Â
âHe wants ya to get what ya need, baby,â Tommy whispers.Â
Your heart pounds.Â
âEven told me your secret word,â Tommy adds.Â
âHe did?â
âIf ya really want me to stop, all ya gotta say is Appleseed.â How would he know that unless Joel told him?Â
You turn away from Tommy and he doesn't waste any time before spooning you. His strong arm rests over you and his hand cups a breast. He kisses your neck, soft and wet. The thick, warm rod in his boxers grazes your lower back as he tongues your delicate skin. He kisses your neck with increasing passion, and he kneads your breast. Then his arousal fully presses against you through his boxers and your nightgown. Â
He curves his body around you and pulls you back into him. He sighs and his engorged cock twitches against your crack, giving you a surge of desire. He slides his hand into your nightgown from the top to palm your naked breast and sighs as he grinds against you. Â
âGod damn, sweetheart,â he whispers as your nipple hardens against his palm. He takes his hand out of your nightgown and cups your breast on top of it again, then his hand slowly slides down your sleepwear, feeling every inch of your torso before arriving at your bare thigh. He nudges his fingers under the hem of your nightgown and slides his hand up your thigh. When his hand reaches your pussy, your top leg lifts ever so slightly, spreading your thighs to make room for him. You're not wearing underwear.Â
âGood girl,â he whispers. Youâre aching to have him inside you. âDrippinâ for me ain't ya, baby?âÂ
He circles your clit, and you moan softly. There's a wet spot on his boxers pressing into you. âFuckâ he mutters and backs up his hips. âDamnit, Iâm drippinâ, too,â he chuckles. âTakinâ these off.âÂ
After taking his boxers off, Tommy hovers over you and youâre still on your side. Tommy's hand comes back to your breast, and you turn your face toward his. Your lips meet, and after two seconds, you donât pull away. His lips push yours open and you accept his tongue. You breathe through your nose as he licks into your mouth. Â
Tommy pulls back and reads your face, then gives you another soft kiss before settling in behind you, against you, curled around you again. His naked cock is smooth and warm against your ass. He grinds against you for a minute as he massages your breast and moans into your hair. Then his hand drifts down between your legs and he groans at how wet you are.Â
âI gotta be in ya, sugar.â Tommy backs up and wedges his rigid cock between your thighs, and it glides smoothly through your mess of arousal. His tip reaches your clit. Youâre throbbing needily. Your hips tilt on their own, offering him your hole.Â
âFuck,â Tommy says as his tip finds your entrance. âFuck. Thatâs right, baby.â he pushes his tip into you. You're dying for it, but you're still a little tense and it's making you even tighter.Â
âGod damn, you feel good. Can't imagine when he firstâ.â He pushes into you, trying to let your body relax and accommodate his girth. âOh shit, mmmâthat musta beenâFuck.â He pushes a little further. âRelax for me, baby.â He withdraws some then thrusts further into you. âRelax, sugar,â he whispers. âJust breathe.â You take a deep breath and relax. The last of him slides in and he bottoms out. âOhh, good girl. There we go.â He palms your breast and you melt into him. âWeâre right here, baby.âÂ
Heâs got you speared on his cock, spread apart by his girth. âGod damn. What a good girl.âÂ
With his cock fully sheathed, his thick fingers rub circles on your nipple. You moan, twitching around the new cock buried in the hot center of your body. âMmm,â he growls into your hair, still not moving. You need friction. He breathes deeply. âbreathe with me, baby.â You breathe with him and feel yourself relax more.Â
âPlease,â you whine, beginning to move your hips.Â
His voice is husky. âGod damn. Look at ya, sugar. Fuckinâ yourself on Uncle Tommyâs cock?â
âPlease,â you whimper again.Â
âWhat's your daddy gonna think?âÂ
Your walls twitch and your heart skips a beat. âYou saidââ
âYeah. . .He'll be fine, sweetheart..â Tommy begins to move his hips. âHeâd be proudâa ya, takinâ this cock like such a good girl.â
He begins to fuck you at a steady rhythm, breathing heavily and cursing softly. You begin to relax with his hand mapping the front of your body, and his stiff cock thrusting into you. He palms your tit again and your head tilts back against him. He kisses your neck, and your body opens for him even more. Your cunt swallows him up with every thrust.Â
âOhh, Joel's a lucky man,â he pants with his dick easily sliding into you, making you whole. âShit, I'm lucky, tooâuggh.â You push back on him as he fills you with his stiff cock.Â
He asks, âLittle harder?âÂ
âMm,â you nod.Â
He slams into you and you moan.Â
âYeah, that's our girl.âÂ
Soon, youâre lost in the pleasure of Tommyâs thick cock pounding you.Â
The front door unlocks and you freeze. Youâre both facing away from the bedroom door. ââSâokay,â Tommy reminds you. He slows his hips, then bottoms out and pauses. âCâmere,â he wraps his arms around you and with his cock still inside, he rolls over on his back, then sets you down on your other side, arms still wrapped around you, his cock only sliding out half way in the process.
As soon as youâre settled, he bottoms out again with a soft moan. Â You and Tommy are both facing the bedroom door now. The covers are down around your waist. The handle moves, then the door opens. The silhouette is Joel with his sleeves rolled up.Â
â---
As Joel approaches the bed, the moonlight hits him and his face is dark.Â
âSheâs so good, Joel,â Tommy pants, with you still full of his cock.
Joel comes to the bed and crouches down. âGod damn.â Joel gently takes your jaw in his hand and tilts his head. He studies your face, then his eyes land on yours affectionately. âCouldn't go one day, could ya?â He smiles with his eyes and relief washes over you. Â
âMâsorry daddy,â you sigh. âAre you mad?â
âNo, baby.â Tommy is fucking you slowly. âI ain't mad.â Joel slowly stands up and palms himself over his jeans as he watches your body move to the slow rhythm of Tommyâs thrusts.Â
âReally?â
âBaby, I keep ya stuffed so fullâa cock. . . can't blame ya for needinâ it.â
âYeah,â you whimper.Â
âThat's what Uncle Tommy's here for,â Tommy whispers.Â
âNow I get to see ya,â Joel says âAll of ya,â Joel gently pulls the covers all the way off. Then Joel tugs up at the hem of your nightgown and kneels down to take it off you.Â
You try to move forward, reaching for Joel, but Joel puts his hand on your bare chest and Tommy pulls you back, bottoming out again with a moan.Â
âWant yours,â you whimper.
âShhh. You're gonna get it.âÂ
You watch Joel take off all his clothes, and as he does it, he watches you moving at a slow rhythm. When Joelâs naked, he spits in his hand. He stands by the bed watching you get fucked by his brother, taking in the view as he squeezes his cock.Â
âDaddy, please,â you whine.Â
Joel sits down on the bed. Tommy scooches back to make more room and brings you back with him, still impaled on his cock. Joel lies down and faces you. He gets right up against you, and the first thing he does is kiss you. His hard cock lays against your clit and mound, throbbing for you. You moan into his mouth as Tommyâs cock drags slowly inside you from behind. Â
Joelâs arm wedges between your back and Tommyâs chest, grabbing hold of you. Joel nudges you upward. Tommy takes the hint and pulls out. You wrap your leg over Joelâs hip. His eyes scan your face, marveling at your feral want. Joelâs hand, still on your back, slides down your ass and hooks under it, between your legs, feeling your sopping wet cunt from the back. âGod damn, baby. This all you or did Uncle Tommy cum already?â
âNot yet,â Tommy answers.Â
Joelâs tip slides through your folds, then he pulls back and notches himself at your entrance. He moves his hand to your hip, and pushes into you with a sigh. You're so wet and aroused, he sinks all the way into you. âFuck,â Joel breathes. âoh, yeahâugghhâswallowed me right up, baby.â He marvels at how relaxed you are. With Joelâs arm out of the way, Tommyâs tummy returns flush against your back, with his hard, wet cock pressing against your ass cheek. He grabs your tit.Â
Joel buries his cock in you. âOh baby, you love this, donât ya?âÂ
You nod. âLove your cock, daddy.âÂ
âYouâre takinâ it so good, baby. Think youâre wet enough forâohh, darlinâ.â He grinds against you, deep inside you. âYou wanna ride this cock, baby?âÂ
You nod. Joel slides out of you and you whimper at the loss as he rolls onto his back. Joel lies face up and holds his cock for you. He whispers, âCâmere baby,â but you're already on your way.Â
You straddle him and sink right down on him with a whimpered, âdaddy,â then bend forward, putting your tits against Joelâs chest. Tommyâs slowly stroking himself and watching.Â
âCâmere,â Joel whispers and reaches for your head. He pulls your face into his for a passionate kiss as you grind into him with his cock buried in you. It only takes a few seconds of grinding into Joel for your walls to spasm.Â
âOh god,â he mutters as you contract around him. âohâoh, God, baby.âÂ
As you finish coming on Joel's cock, your whole body relaxes. Youâre even wetter and more open than you were before. âNow youâreâoh yeah, youâre good,â Joel whispers to himself with his hands on the backs of your thighs. You both breathe for a moment and you begin to slowly move again.
Joel licks his finger then reaches over your ass, his hand approaching your hole from behind. You stop moving as he gently wedges the thick digit into your cunt from the top so his fingernail is against his cock. âYeah,â he whispers, moving the finger around, checking how much you'll stretch. âYeah,â he says as his head turns and he glances at Tommy.Â
Joel cups your cheek and reads your face. âCan I fuck ya with two cocks, baby?âÂ
You spasm with an aftershock. âIt won't fit,â you protest, but the thought of it turns you on. Your hips begin to move again. You're taking his cock and his finger.Â
âCan we find out, baby doll?â Joel asks.
You slowly move on his cock and finger, with your face close to his. Your clit is throbbing. âYou aren't worried to stretch me?â
âYou'll snap right back, baby,â Joel pants as he wedges another finger in with his cock.Â
âI dunno if I can,â you whine. Â
âItâs okay, darlinâ. Let's find out.â
âOkay,â you whisper.Â
Tommy gets up on his knees and gets close to Joel's shoulder, near your head. Â
âGet it nice and wet,â Joel tells you. Â
Without getting off Joel's cock, you turn your head enough to accept Tommy's cock into your mouth. You let saliva pool under your tongue, then swirl it all over his shaft until he's dripping. âalrightâ Tommy whispers, then you deposit the rest of the saliva from under your tongue. âAlright, don't make me cum, sweetheart.âÂ
Tommy straddles Joelâs legs behind you while Joel hugs you close.Â
Tommy nudges your occupied hole. Joel slowly removes his fingers and Tommyâs tip finds its place between the first cock and the back wall of your cunt. Once Tommy's tip is nestled there, Joelâs fingers leave you and both his hands hold your sides.Â
âDeep breath,â Tommy whispers. You draw in a chest full of air, and when you begin to exhale, he begins to push in.Â
It burns for a moment as Tommyâs cockhead breaches your dripping hole, but his smooth, wet cock feels better than the fingers. âFuck,â Tommy mutters as he pushes further.Â
âDaddy,â you whimper. âIt's a lot.â
âI know it is, darlinâ, you're doinâ so good.â
âBreathe with me, sweetheart,â Tommy whispers. You take deep breaths and try to relax. The burn fades as your body catches up. The stretch is only a little uncomfortable around their shafts at the very edge of you. Deeper inside, you feel a fullness you couldn't have imagined. Â
âGood,â Joel says. âdoinâ real good, baby. You wanna keep goinâ?âÂ
You nod. You take deep breaths and bow your head as Tommy sinks in a little more.Â
âGod damn, baby. Packed full of it, ainât ya?âJoel marvels. The look on his face makes you twitch.Â
You lock eyes with Joel, bite your lip, and nod. Joel tilts his hips down toward the bed and you groan into Joelâs chest as Tommy pushes into you as much as he can. The burn is fading, and the sense of fullness overwhelms you in the best way. It's not just physical. You close your eyes and savor it. Joelâs hips begin to move. He slides against your front wall, nudging just the right place, making you whimper.Â
Tommy slides in rhythm, and his breathing is labored. âOhhh,â he moans. âShit-âugggh.â He warns Joel, âI'm pretty close, brother.â
Joel looks like he's making a calculation behind his eyes. Then he reads your face. âYou want double the cum, baby?âÂ
You nod.Â
âThat's my girl,â Joel whispers. âThatâs my perfect lil girl.â His hips wiggle under you.
âOhh-fff-uugghâ Tommy pants and pulls back.Â
Joel moves his hips and slides within your stuffed hole. Tommy stays still while Joel thrusts a few small strokes and you groan. Tommy pushes forward and you sigh. Joel kisses you. You push back and Tommy slides forward. Joel does another slow thrust upward, then Tommy says âfuck,â pushes another inch, then begins to cum. âOh god,â Tommy groans. His dick pulses and pulses in your packed cunt as his warm release coats your walls and Joel's cock.Â
âJesus,â Tommy sighs, then begins to pull out of you. The burn returns as the crown of his tip crests your entrance on its way out. Then you whimper in relief. There's a sense of loss as your body slowly draws itself back in, but it's a major comfort still being wrapped around Joel's cock. Tommy lies down on his back to recover.Â
âYou did so good baby,â Joel brushes your cheek and his hips lift as your body adjusts itself back to his girth. âYa like havinâ two cocks?â Itâs the first time you havenât felt packed full from Joelâs cock alone, and your temples feel weak.Â
You nod hesitantly. âDo I still feel good?â
âOh darlinâ, you feel so good,â he breathes and the tension melts away from your face.Â
âYeah, I liked it,â you whisper. âBut I only need one.âÂ
He cradles your head and it feels like it's just the two of you. âLove you so much,â he whispers, and brings your face to his again, rolling his hips under you. He kisses you deeply and grinds up into you with his cock all the way inside. Your mouth breaks away with a moan, and your hips begin to move, bringing an obscene squelching sound with them.Â
âOh darlinâ,â Joel whispers, and he pulls you back into a kiss. He grunts into your mouth with a sharp thrust upward, and the tension boils over.ïżœïżœ You begin to clench around him. Joel breaks the kiss with a shudder, then he moans your name as you flutter around his cock. His fingers dig into your hips and he pulls you flush, then pulses with a groan. âOhhhh, fuckâohhh,â he sighs as he releases a massive load, more than doubling the cum inside you. The rhythm of Joelâs cock soothes you as his load combines with Tommy's.Â
â--
You stay on Joelâs cock for a few minutes, and he strokes your back, praising you quietly. Tommy falls asleep. Eventually you sigh and whine, "I have to go to the bathroom.âÂ
âOk, baby,â Joel whispers and begins to help you off his cock.Â
When you come back, Joel helps you into bed between them. You face Joel and he kisses you good night. You feel thankful for him as you drift off to sleep.Â
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sequel here
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Thank you for reading đ€ I know people want updates on certain Joels but I haven't been having the easiest time and sometimes writing something new is lower-pressure.
Uncle Tommy is a brain worm I've had for a couple months ever since I blurted it out in another series.
I have another recent Joel x reader ft. Tommy with a different set miller bros: leopard print
And a darker Tommy x reader here: birds of prey
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FIC RECS
If you like brotherly sharing, a couple of my personal favorites are
I can be your pretty girl part 4, and part 5 by (RIP) walkintotheriveranddisappear who sadly inactivated
Liquid Gold and its prequel Two Hands to Hold by @gasolinerainbowpuddles,
If you like the idea of daddy/uncle, @bonezone44 has Joel, tommy, and Ezra.
More brotherly sharing - Smack My Bitch Up, a raider AU by @milla-frenchy.
If you wanna suck Tommy's big balls, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin has you covered.
More fic recs (and more to come) on my rec blog @toxicrecs.
Alright I tried to bring my tag list back and something went wrong so I might have to remove them from the post sorry đ„Č
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Simon âGhostâ Riley x Reader
wc: 990 words
warnings/tags: fluff, briefest allusions to smut
âWhat do you think about this one, Si?â You ask as you pick up one of the grocery storeâs apples, not even really bothering to look at which one you grab. You shove it in front of his face, twisting it around so that he sees more of your hand than the fruit itself.
âLooks fine to me, loveâ
âMmm, actually how about this one?â You quickly switch out apples, presenting him another one in the same manner, his eyes seeing more of your hand than what it holds.
âSâalright.â
âOkay, well, where do you think we should go next? That way towards bread? Or maybe the aisle this way?â You ponder, making a big show of waving your left hand back and forth in front of his face as you point. From behind the black surgical mask he wears, you hear him scoff in amusement, but his eyes cannot contain the love he holds for you as he snatches your wrist in his much larger palm. He brings your left hand up to his lips through the mask and gives your newest piece of jewelry a kiss.
âFollow ya wherever ya take me, love.â He says, threading his fingers through yours as he nudges the shopping cart with his hip, and true to his word, follows you wherever you take him.
âDo you think we need any more dish soap?â accompanied by a photo of your left hand pointing towards a store shelf, your ring front and center.
âNails are painted! Got the colour you picked ;)â sent along with a photo of your nails on your left hand.
âEver noticed how soft the brown blanket is? We never take out the brown blanketâ reads the message, in addition to a short video of you petting said blanket for a few seconds, before zooming in and out dramatically on your ring.
âDonât mind me, just putting clothes away :)â are the words that accompany a photo of your left hand atop a pile of laundry. Youâve circled your ring in bright red and drawn little hearts around it.
He finally is able to check his messages after a long day on base. He sees all the notifications from you and canât help but roll his eyes while a smirk stays plastered across his face, hidden behind his mask, as he goes through them all. Youâre adorable. Heâs so in love with you it hurts.
âWait!! Let me do it!â You squeak, noticing which jacket Simon has just thrown over his broad shoulders and looped his muscular arms through. He chuckles softly to himself and slowly shakes his head in disbelief, yet he still keeps his hands at his sides, allowing you to come up behind him. The both of you angle yourselves so that Simon is facing the mirror you hung up in the foyer not long after moving in with him. Heâs not so bothered by what he sees in his reflection nowadays. Especially when it more often than not shows him with his pretty little bird by his side.
He hears your sweet little giggle that you try to muffle into the fabric of his jacket, and his smile widens, knowing how pleased you are with yourself that heâs putting up with your antics. He feels your left hand creep its way between his side and his arm, sneaking its way towards the front where you find his zipper. He uses his right hand to pass you the other side of the jacket and helps you to fasten it (listen your fiancĂ© is just so broad, itâs easier if you just let him help you start the zipper okay lovie, then heâll let you do it all on your own).
He turns his gaze towards the mirror, where he watches your much smaller hand ever so slowly inch the zipper up his abdomen towards his chest, admiring how the ring he slipped on your finger for the first time only so many days ago glistens in the light. Eventually your little hand and its new pretty accessory make its way up to his throat, where your soft fingers fingers slowly reach up and pet the skin they find there. If it looks like heâs blushing when you slip your hand back and come around to face him, you donât have long enough to comment before heâs dropped down to a knee and is grabbing your preferred pair of shoes of the shoe rack.
He juts his chin towards your legs, letting you know he wants you to lift a foot. You lean back against the wall and raise your foot for him, enchanted by the way his larger than life hands grasp your ankle as if he were handling a newborn fawn, delicately slipping your shoe on for you, before pressing a kiss to your knee, and wordlessly repeating each step with diligence with the next foot.
He stands to his full height, where you now find yourself trapped between the wall and his hulking frame. You grab his left hand with both of yours, folding his fingers so that you can press a soft kiss to the spot where you hope he too will one day adorn his own shining band. His already lovesick gaze softens even further as you smile sweetly up at him, allowing him to cradle your cheek with his palm.
âDo you think youâll want to wear a ring, Si? Wear it on your tags at work maybe, if it gets in the way of gloves or-â
ââCourse Iâll wear a ring sweeâheart.â He cuts you off, leaning in to press his own soft kiss to the edge of your mouth. âIâll let ya slip any ring you want on my finger.â He adds with another kiss to the other corner of your mouth. âAnd then Iâll make ya watch as ya get that ring all wet on my fingers.â
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âWe donât actually need a ceremony right? Courthouse good with you? Howâs tomorrow??â
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đđđđđđđđ đđ đ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđ w/ gojo. geto. sukuna. toji. nanami & choso
ââ đđđđ đđđđđđ fingering, begging, use of limitless
Gojo's fingers are magical, and he knows. He prides himself in his fingerwork.
His hand thrusts deep inside you while his other hand pins you down on the bed.
However, that wasn't enough to hold you back. Your hand was wrapped around his wrist. You didn't do anything to move it, but you still restricted him from going at the pace he wanted to.
And your legs closing every damn thrust, preventing him from seeing what he was doing. At first he was sweet with it.
âBaby, please open yaâ legs so âcan see.â He whispers, a smile still on his face, for now. He shook your hand off and separated your legs away from each other.
You looked at him, promising to keep it open through your teary eyes, trusting you he goes down again. One thrust into you, and his trust is completely shuttered.
âBaby⊠I'm givinâ yaâ one last chance; keep yaâ legs open.â He warned. His smile wasn't there anymore, he got serious.
âBut Sat'ruuuu... is too much.â You moaned, crying out his name. He repeated himself. The glare in your eyes warning you.
You nodded and once more, and he tried again. You kept your hands to yourself and legs open as his fingers worked inside you. You even stayed resilient when he thumb massaged your clit. You were doing so well, until his finger grazed a part inside you.Â
You yelled, grabbing for his arm and closing your legs immediately. You and Satoru looked at each other for a good second. He didn't speak.
You didn't know what he was going to do, but you knew you were fucked. He shook your hand off him and forcefully parted your legs.
In the blink of an eye, his head was in between them. You felt his hot breath, and a wet muscle grazed your folds.
You immediately reached for his head, but you couldnât get any closer. As his tongue then went inside you, you tried to close your legs, but that didn't work either. They were all stopped at a point.
"Turuuu, put it off!" All you could do was scream and beg your boyfriend till he was done.
ââ đđđđđ đđđđđđ manipulation, pet name [daddy], overstim, oral f!, toys,
At this point, youâd know better than that.Â
But it took a while to get to the point where you two are.
In the beginning, you would always move about, push his head away, or arch in a position you didn't even know the human body could bend.
Getou warned you the first few times, with glares or a simple. âStop.â But apparently, that wasn't enough for you. When I think of Getou, I think of the mental state of anyone who has interacted with him
Whether he manipulated it or it was even sane to begin with. You definitely fall in the manipulated category. It has been planted in your mind that you sit there and take it like a good girl; otherwise, Â it would only get worse
You remember the first time you came to this realization.Â
âSuâ please! please! Â get it off!â You begged; you tried to move your hand, but they were caught by the rope holding you to your bed. You couldn't even move your legs; just try and twist your body around as the vibrator mercilessly shook on your lips even inside them too.
All this while a didlo was tirelessly being pumped in your ass at a pace you barley could with Getouâs bigger length.Â
âHow many times did you push my head away?â He questioned you, as if your mind was the right mind to answer questions right now.
âDunno twice?â You cried, you didn't even realize it, but you orgasmed again. How many times has it been? You don't remember, there you did it again.
âYou've got a few more, keep going, baby." He echoed so sweetly like he wasn't the cause of all this overstimulation. No, he wasn't. You were.
You denied him relief. You deserved this punishment. You deserved to be taught a lesson, You should thank your daddy for making sure you were disciplined.
With your mouth quivering and another orgasm erupted, the words softly left your mouth. The rope around your wrist tightly loosens as you stop resisting the warm liquid all over your leg and folds getting cleaned as you're still producing more.
âThank you, daddy.â
ââ đđđđđđ đđđđđ spanking, mention of asshole ex, so much consent here
Nanami, unlike most, is a man of understanding and patience.
But he is also a man of discipline and principle.
First time, tolerated it. He knew your first boyfriend was an asshole and only made you pleasure him, not the other way around. So he knew feeling pleasure, just by sitting down, done by another person besides yourself, was a new experience.
And he tried to guide you through it, you guys had a solution that worked for a few days. You would hold his neck and kiss him, distracting you while his finger played with your pussy.
But that only worked for so long till you started breaking the kisses and attempting to move his hand away.
But shit was like stone staute. It didn't budge so you moved away, and that's what disrupted him. When he asked you whether you wanted this and that this wasn't by any means forceful.
You told him how you appreciated it but you had a problem with thrashing about, and you knew you had a problem. Your ex knew it too, and he handled it effectively.
Whenever he was inside you and you would move around, he would slap you, pull your hair hard, or even degrade you.Â
Nanami said he would never hit you or insult you to make you feel worthless in anyway, well, unless you like it.
And you do. You told him you liked it, and it was effective. If you wanted to be disciplined by anyone, it would be by someone you trust. Like how they say a true friend tells you off sometimes.
In your case, your lover would degrade you every time you moved. People were different.
First, he was hesitant to try it out, I mean, you were asking him to go against his gentlemanly standards, stooping to lengths far lower than his white-headed nuisance.
Incipient he thought he was doing you a favor, he would get this over with and give you real pleasure. Ultimately, he was the one enjoying this the most.
âWhat did I say, hm?â Nanami cautioned, his hand captures yours, throwing it away from your bare ass.
There you were, bent over his lap. He couldn't say he wasn't enjoying it with the way his other hand was already wandering around your ass. Sending tiny contained shockwaves of pleasure wherever his skin touched. Preparing it with gentle touches. Gaslighting as if the only reason you were over him wasn't so he could spank your ass sore.
âmmhph~âŠâ You squirm even over his legs, in his grip. âKenny⊠I said I won't move again! Forgive me!â You plead covering your ass.
His hand moves to capture both of your hands, gently raising them up. His touch was soft and misleading. Making you think you were safe, maybe he forgave you.
Till his hand came down, striking your ass. A tinge of pain, but a shockwave of pleasure, it was time for your punishment. And you would take it like a good girl.
ââ đđđđ đ
đđđđđđđđ random fucks, paid sex mentioned, p in v, brief m! oral
Let's be real. If you are not fit for him, you won't see him again.
The first time you guys fucked was at the back of a bar, sucking his dick.Â
Your lips wrapped around him, you were the one on your knees physically, but mentally, Toji was on cloud nine.Â
The wall could barely support this man. The distant music from the bar, the cars eventually passing by, and his grunts. Heâll never forget the sensations he felt all at once.
Although you were his best head, he's ever gotten. He wasn't looking for you again. Hell, he didn't even know your name that night. But when you approached him again at a different club, he didn't mind fucking again.Â
This time he decided to try something new, he decided to try and put it in. When his dick entered you for the first time, he swore it was like heaven.
Your body looked perfect, your arch was perfect. Maybe you were a little too loud for just him entering, but he could tolerate the noise. Fuck, Â he's sure he has earplugs somewhere.
You almost got Toji thinking maybe he could collect your number and it would be a frequent thing. But don't try calling him for anything else.
Like I said, almost. Immediately he started to move, so did you. He genuinely worried for your back because how could you keep arching away and away from his dick
It's like each thrust would send you off him. And he has to quickly grab your thighs and pull you right back.Â
Only for you to keep doing. No. Toji wasn't nice about it. It got to a point you guys were fucking fighting and he was wondering if you wanted this, but anytime he got up to leave you would offer more money.Â
He kept shouting at you and eventually put you in a headlock. With no mercy, he began beating into you. All you could do was scream, and he got tired of that too, a hand right over your jaw, keeping it closed.Â
Rest assured, after that night, even though you saw him, when he saw you, he would disappear. He was not about to do all that work all over again.
And he still doesn't know your name.
ââ đđđđđđ đđđđđđ there's always something to expect. It's him.
If you can even move.
Your hands are tightly held together at your back by one hand, another on your hip keeping you in place on him, that same hand that was controlling you, moving you on his dick, a third hand on your clit, another wrapped around holding your hair, holding your nape, making you look up at the blood titled ceiling.Â
But as your eyes drift down, you see many others, just bowing down. In Sukuna's presence, not daring to look at your naked body, Sukunaâs toyâs body. They didn't want their eye sockets empty.
He continues to push you into him faster making you cry out. He pulls your head aside and echos in your ear âSee, this is the pace I expect you to be going when I put you here.â He pushed your head aside harshly and let you go on all hands. âTry again, slut."
Holding your tears and sniffles, you turn to face him, not even looking in his eyes. You wrap your hands around his neck. You had difficulty placing him inside you due to teary eyes. And avoiding looking at the monster and his extension that was about to penerate you. After a few missed tries, you could tell he was getting pissed. He pushes himself in you, and you get to work.
You continue increasing your pace till you don't feel his eyes on you and continue at a constant speed. Although his attention is not on you, you don't stop.
âContinue.â His voice booms in the room, and the person who's directed at, speaks up. âMy Lord, please, we have countless riches, gold, many women, and other allies. Let's us-â
The voice breaks your heart. Hearing that voice beg, hearing him on his knees pleading, You know who it belongs to, so you held back your tears. You will not let Sukuna win.
âLook up.â He simply commands. Your screaming âNo, no, no, noâ repeatedly in your mind. You can't let him see you like this, you don't want your husband, the one you truly loved, to see you in such a state. But neither does he.
He puts up a confident font wherever he goes, Sukuna knows that. It is why he took you, his wife, someone he was vulnerable with. But that didn't break him. Sukuna wants the realisation to kick in. Sukuna wants him to realise that his wife is never going to be home again, waiting for him with open arms, ready to listen to his vents.
He wants him to know there would be no one but a cold futon at night.Â
Your husband's voice quivers, âMy Lord, please...â It broke you. You only heard him like this in closed corners when you're hugging him tight as if it were enough to protect him from the curse plaguing your town.
âI said, Look. Up.â You didnât see him look up, but by his cries and the smirk on Sukuna's face, you could tell he did. Now you felt naked and bare, you felt like a whore. You disappointed him. A tear runs down your cheeks onto Sukuna's body
His attention turns to you. In your vision, you could tell he was smiling. âDon't waste your tears over a man like him.â
He laughs.
âHe's crying, but he's aroused and got hard by the sight of your naked body and suffering.â
ââ đđđđđ đđđđ subby, virgin curse choso, dom reader, oral m!, whimpering and begging from choso
This little virgin can't help but shudder, jerk, or even arch to your touch.
A face teeming with red blush and watery eyes. Lipstick stains all over him; even with restraints on his wrists and ankles, he can't help but writhe from the overwhelming pleasure your lips grant him.
Thinking back all those years, he doesn't believe anyone from his attracted gender has seen his bare body before. He would succumb to blushing and embarrassment before anything like that happened.Â
But a few years into the future, the 150-year-old curse, someone who can barely kiss for a minute without getting all rosy, massive blood rushing to his face and below, has someone, not even someone. He has a lover, touching a body part he himself is still too shy to touch.
She was sucking it, pumping it, and licking it everything to farm pleasure for her lover. And what did he do in return? Cry.
âPlease- aghhâŠâ Your lips over his dick. It was too late. The curse got what he asked for. He asked how it felt to love someone's body, how to appreciate it like how much he does yours. And you taught him, by tellingâŠrather showing him, how much you appreciate his.
Choso felt how your pulpy soft lips sensitised his skin, then the pleasure of his skin contacting the walls of your mouth and his length being sucked into what felt like a void.Â
The virgin began to scramble on the bed. His wrist repeatedly cutting themselves on the handcuffs and his other hand all over your hair, ramaging it, pulling your hair back, messing with the rhythm.
The pleasure toned down. You were now softly and slowly stroking him, but he knew by your eyes it was a warning to behave himself.
Once you sensed he got the idea, you went down again. And props to Choso, he was doing so well until he wasn't.
Until he started getting close, that's when he started it again. âChoso.â You warned.
âPlease, [name]... I need a break!â Then you just stopped. You lifted your head and left him alone, not even your hand on him.
You focused on his lips toying with them. He tried to kiss back as much as he could.Â
His attempts were appreciated but not needed, as you already took control of his lips.Â
He came down from his high, thinking he was fine and just needed a break from the overwhelming pleasure, and then it hit him as hard as every time. That aching sting he wanted needed relief. He began to beg you through the fierce kiss.Â
âHphhâŠ[name] it hurts.â He repeated each time more desperate than the last. And there began the cycle again
rezitio ©. you're welcome. I'm tired. I will forever see toji as a random man on the street.
I was so sleepy I mistakenly published it without any tags so I pray the algorithm doesn't let it flop đđ
#ê°ê° : REZITIOWORKS#jjk#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#sukuna smut#sukuna#toji smut#nanami smut#choso smut#jjk headcanons#geto smut#getou smut
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love love LOVEE your toji/sukuna fics, mean big guys have me in a chokehold, but even more so if thereâs aftercare right after destroying u , Iâd like to see how you write that! No pressure, just a suggestion lol
đ. đ§đšđđ: no but you're so valid, idk why i keep forgetting about after care, ughhh!! ty for loving my tojikuna stuff <3
âč đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: true form! Sukuna + Toji x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - monster-fucking (kuna got 2 dicks) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - breast fondling + nipple play + sucking - biting/nibbling - dacryphillia - unprotected sex - aftercare; taking a warm bath together + tending wounds - pet names (baby, [little] dove, pet, princess, sweet thing) - tojikuna being snarky partners; good luck, lmao - mention of blood, drool/spit and tears.
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âAhaaahhn! T-Tojii, t-too fast, going too fasâShhaaa!!â
âHeh, yâre complaininâ, but yâre the one squeezinâ my dick like crazy.â
âHmph, right, like some dirty whoreâŠShit, assâs so tightâŠâ
You were the partner of both TĆji Fushiguro and Sukuna RyĆmenâa fact that many would be astonished to know and for you to go dizzy thinking about.
How does one lure in the deadly, cursed being proclaimed the King of Curses and a cold-blooded assassin dubbed the Sorcerer Killer? You couldnât even think of a quick answer to such a question. What you do know is that being a spouse of the terrifying two in this polyamorous relationship was the definition of intense. And that would go for tonight as well.
Being bent and forced to be taken advantage of by your two lovers was nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, itâs almost a daily occurrence when either of them comes and pulls you aside to appease themselves. Nonetheless, what else was a little cute wife like you supposed to do: sit there and look pretty? Not tonight, at least.
You were all confined in your shared quarters, all three bodies atop the futons pulled to the tatami flooringâthree bodies stripped from their discarded attire, now nude and meshed together in hot and wanton passion.
Toji was beneath you, yet that didnât diminish his control over you. You may be straddling him and moving your hips to take in his erect cock into your aching cunt. However, his hands are stationed firmly on your waist, influential to your pace as he bucks into your wetness stuffed on excessive come. The fast ruts make it grueling to find the rhythmâbut thatâs what the dark-haired man wants, to see you all desperate and wailing from up above. âHow ya feelinâ, sweet thing?âÂ
As if you had any room to speak, so winded that wails were the only words you could say.Â
âOi, pet, answer when youâre being talked to.â
And the voice behind you doesnât make this scene any better.
From your backside, Sukunaâs massive frame hovered over you and Tojiâs, his gigantic frame easily dwarfing you both. His lower arms hold you down by the calves, and his upper left keeps him upright from easily squishing his partners. And the upper right crawls up to your throat, suffocating your airways lightly with just his thumb and forefinger.
As the other has you from below, the gigantic cursed man deals with you from above. His lower member is plunged into your rear hole, stretching you to the point of tears with his hefty girth while the other rubs on the crevice of your ass with every push of his hips. The hands on your legs come up to your waist, brushing Tojiâs, who moves his to your chest.
His guttural purrs send shivers up to your ears, and the tongue of his stomach probes you with a lick on your sweaty back. âWe need words, or else youâll be crushed without knowing, little dove.â
Because that is what you were: their little wife tending to them as a spouse would.Â
You swallow spit before the grip on your throat gets any tighter. âIâIâŠFeel sho gooodâŠ!â You twitch when the behemoth licks and nibbles on your ear so dangerously as if heâs tempted to eat youâhe just might be. ââMmmhh! S-Shoo fuull..â
Toji notices and snickers, âYeah, baby?â His hands on your breasts are rough, making you whimper. âDoinâ good so far,â he tweezes a nipple, earning a sharp yelp to leave your puffy lips. âHehm, so adorable, mamaâŠâ you cry even more when he pops the other nipple into his mouth; the feel of his tongue on your bud had you hot.Â
ââHnnm!! Fucking hell, this assâŠ!â Sukunaâs groans are felt, the vibrations rattling your bones. âKeep grippinâ me like that, princess..â He adds more weight and has you howling like no tomorrow. The nails of his fingers leave dents that youâre sure to see later onâjust more to add onto the collection harboring all over your skin â bites and marks galore.Â
Your eyebrows screw together, drool escaping your agape lips. The laps around your nipple become feverish along with Tojiâs thrusts, and Sukuna pistoning his cock so harshly; it makes you wobble, yet you maintain your balance for the older man beneath you to keep sucking and playing with your chest.Â
ââTaahh, uhhgg, sh-shiiit,â your hands grip the sheets as your eyes roll to the topâa sign that you were to fall into your release in mere seconds from the constant rubs of your sensitive spots.
Clamping onto their shafts, you shriek during the impending climax, the walls of your holes puckering and contracting around the limbs that graze your sensitive nerves. You finally give in and fumble atop Toji, luckily catching your expected reaction with a smirk. âFuck, feel so good and tight,â he kisses your cheek and chortles when your arms sling around his neck. âStay still, baby; let us finish here.â
The two men still undulate their hips, their dicks ravaging your insides even when youâre stuck in your crescendo. You nearly choke on your spit, wailing as youâre forced to submit to their frantic bucks, and the sounds of them moaning and groaning only fuel your ears to clench them even tighter. It has both men hiss and tighten their hold on you, Toji burrowing his face to bite your shoulder while Sukunaâs fangs dig into the other. And you can tell blood was drawn as the giant licks the inflicted marking.
At your scream, they simultaneously bust their loads into your trembling frame, stuffing you with more of their essence in your cunt and asshole. And Sukunaâs upper cock dispels its semen out to paint your back. The sensation of their lengths pulsating inside you has you quiver, hiccupping when they sneak in short yet fierce pounds into your sore holes until their sweaty frames succumb to tranquility. Then, they remove their limbs with a blissful groan to your sob, come sliding and dripping down to your thighs.Â
Finally, you sigh into Tojiâs chest as he kisses your forehead and kneads your ass lovingly. I can finally rest nowâŠ
However, you squeak when your body is pulled upward so quickly, and youâre now being held by Sukuna, who straightens up and stands up. He scoffs, âRelax, dove.â The hand under your legs squeezes the flesh of your thigh.Â
Leaving Toji to the futon, the cursed ancient man thunderously strides out to the room two rooms down from the shared room. He slides the shoji door open after the changing room, and youâre instantly met with a wave of humid air from the bathing area. Ripples from the humongous stone bath become more evident as Sukuna closes in, and the water climbs when he gets inside with his massive volume.
He sits, the water sitting above the mouth of his abdomen. He has you sitting on his lap, yet his lower arms still hold you close to his chest. With the upper left, he brings the wooden bucket the servants left behind to scoop with water and pours it gently above your head.Â
Your hands wipe the water from your face, but a washcloth and a colossal hand wipe it down for you. âY-You know, I can clean myself,â you inquire with a scrunched expression as Sukuna wipes your cheeks a little too rough.Â
âWith your shaky legs, Iâd be amazed if youâd even make three steps out of the room.â You pout at his tease, and it only has him want to poke fun at you more. âLike a baby deer trying to walk.â
You snatch the washcloth with a heated face. âQuit it!â Humiliated, you sigh and raise your left arm to dap on the markings decorated on your skin. However, he takes it away from you, his lower left gently grabbing your arm for the lower right to compress the damp cloth on your sore markings.Â
âLet me.â He wasnât asking, leaving you no space to interject his company. He pulls an ointment from the other wooden basket into the washcloth; the lavender scent pleases your nostrils while the minty sensation cleanses your skin. âSit back,â he orders you, and you allow your back to rest on his torso, watching the man tend to the wounds he and his partner inflicted on you. It almost puts you to sleep, sighing pleasingly and relaxing to the monsterâs touch.Â
Speaking of, âWow, so ya leave me at the room to clean up after you two, huh?â Toji enters the bathing space, joining you and Sukuna in the warm water. âWhat am I, yâr maid?â
âYou seem to have walked here on your own just fine.â Sukuna bends to place a kiss on top of your head while the raven-haired other approaches closer. âYou have no room to complain, Fushiguro.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever,â you observe Toji come to you between Sukunaâs legs. âHey, mama, feel better?â You nod to him meekly while he cups your cheeks with one hand. He then brings you to a soft kiss, mewling to his lips while his wet thumb brushes your cheek. âMmm, so cuteâŠStand up frâ me.â
He takes the wet cloth from Sukunaâs grasp while you slowly rise. He helps you turn around to have your back to him, your hands clinging onto Sukunaâs thighs while the giant gives the human male a cream to place on the rag. Toji then rubs circles on the red crescents of your waistâdents marked from Sukunaâs nailsâand you jerk and hiss at the contact.Â
âI know, sweetie, I know,â he coaxes you with whispers to the ear and a kiss on your shoulder. âBlame âKuna for doinâ a number on ya.â
âKeh, I know youâre not talking,â the salmon-haired one sniggers as he grabs another dry cloth to wipe your collarbone. âI can count with three hands how many of these hickeys arenât mine.âÂ
The other barks a laugh. âNow I know yâr ass is lyinâ.â The two men humor themselves on the trauma they just put you and your tiny body through, and you can only shake your head at their insufferableness. Yet, at the very least, theyâre taking their roles as your lovers to take care of your body. Not so bad, isnât it?
Especially when the bathing is over, and youâre all clean from the event that transpired an hour ago, sleep stops evading you, and you return to the shared room ready for slumber. To end the night, the candles are blown out, youâre adorning your yukata robe for your soft skin, and Toji and Sukuna wait for you on the futon to conclude this session.Â
Toji has you to his right, arm around your figure to keep you close to his warmth. This gives you the view of his easeful sleeping face; the moonlight from the opened shoji window panels makes it easy to trace his handsome features and the deft scar on his lips. To his left was Sukuna, his tremendous size unavoidable, and his strength still evident as his upper arm cages you and the other older man in proximity. The pink-haired beast purrs at the rub of Tojiâs hand on his nape and hair, and you giggle at the displayâlike a giant cat.
Seeing the Sorcerer Killer and the King of Curses act so leisurely around someone is inconceivable; not many live to see such a picture when met with their brute force and killing instincts. And yet, you suppose that makes you more valuable than anyone, their sole and precious partner.
And as you bury your face and let the blanket of sleep take over, you rest for yet another night, knowing youâre in the best care you could ask for.
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husband simon breeding his cute petite wife. Mf got no mercy, if u donât add dirty talk and slapping, ima come to ya house bbg
Warning(s): Breeding kink, Rough sex, AFAB!Reader, Degradation
I firmly believe that Simon would be gentle breeding his wife unless said otherwise.
He's syrupy sweet as he's digging into the flesh of your thighs, lifting your hips as he drives into you. Cooing saccharine pet names as he studies the way your face contorts in pleasure. It's always about you and Simon doesn't want it any other way. Directing all his attention to the resonance of your moans and the gooseberries that trail along your skin. Your body continually motions to grind against his pelvis and Simon halts his fervent ministrations to peer down at you.
He's tracing his fingers along the peaks of your breasts, dilated onyx hues fixating on your hardening buds. "'ll take care of ya, dovie."
"Simonâhah!" Another roll of his hips and you're clawing at his biceps desperately seeking purchase into anything. "Need toâfuck!"
"Tell me." He licks his thumb, coating it with his saliva and he's hovering over your clit. You part your lips to speak, but it's lost on you as he slowly starts to rub you out and slowly thrusts into you. He throws his head back a little when you clench around him.
"I want toâFuck me! Fuck me hard, Simon! Please~" You practically sing out. And he's fighting demons. He knew that look all too well. Because every babymaking session has literally been nothing but slow, intimate, finger-intertwined, mind-blowing sex, but now you want it hard, rough, and dirty?
And that ignites an inferno in him. You're suddenly being turned around, face first, ass sitting up as he grasps onto your thighs and pushes them toward his body. Your small yelp melts into a milky moan when you feel his tongue lapping at your folds. Wet, squelching noises fill your ears as you lose yourself in the hazy euphoria that encapsulates your body. You shudder at the way he flattens his tongue against your clit, and you feel yourself clenching and spasming as you near your end, but he swiftly withdraws himself to fill you with his cock.
"Simon!" Your impassioned cry, causes him to buck his hips a bit as he runs his fingers through your hair and tugs it back so that you're half-facing him, and he hotly slots his lips between yours. His tongue sloppily swirls around your own and saliva drips from your mouths, muffling your conflated moans.
A sharp spank to your plump ass cracks through the air, as he roughly molds your cervix to his dick. "Ya like that don't ya, ya little slut?"
"Ohâfuâ" Your half profanity is unfound on him as he feels your walls gripping onto him. The grin that stretches across his lips is raunch as hell as he makes you wail out in the most lewd way possible.
Another hot, welting spank to your ass jerks your body forward, but you're not going anywhere in his grip. "Such a little slut for me, aren't ya, baby?"
You can only nod in response, but he grips your chin between his taut fingers and your jaw is slackened as you peer up at his with misty eyes.
"Say it." He commands. And your lips contort into a giddy, toothy smile as you suck on his finger. His lips part as he pumps his finger into your mouth and the feeling of your tongue, causes him to suck in his bottom lip.
You let go with an audible pop. "I'm your little slut."
And with that, another smack to your ass sends you reeling as he hammers into you and suddenly you feel your clit being encircled. The excitement and the pleasure are too much for you as you become dizzy with that gratifying buzz that pushes you to the brink of your seventh heaven.
"'m gonna, Siâ!" You whimper out as you feel a rich fire that is blossoming in your belly reach into every nerve of your body so pleasantly, leaving you warm and fuzzy. Your eyes are drifting to the back of your head and you feel Simon twitch inside of you and the warmth of his cum, spilling into your womb, coating your walls like he had intended. It felt so satisfying.
You're both heaving for a moment and his lips touch your shoulder and trail down your spine. A frisson runs up your spinal column and you're smiling like an idiot, with your cheek against the white linen pillow that was stained with tears and drool.
Simon slowly pulls out of you and you whine at the loss of his dick repleting in your guts, but he sighs in contentment when he admires the messy, opulent tumult you two had caused.
"Surely, that'll result in a child." He murmurs and then peers back up at you before you both end up in a fit of giggles and butterflies kisses.
But please feel free to run up on me, I'm prepared miss ma'am
Send me some reqs!!!
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Save a Horseđ
Summary: Wandering around in the apocalypse was hell until you came across a a ranch, finding a injured horse you helped it finding the owner and things getting a little heated with an older cowboy
Pairing: Cowboy Negan Smith x f!reader
Warning: Age gap, reader is in 20s Negan is mid 40s, p in v, praise, virginity lose
Inspired by @lanadelnegan storiesđ€
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The apocalypse hit and everything happened so fast, I was with my family at our farm for some time watching the news, listening to the horror stories on the radio, we thought that we could go unscathed since we hadnât been affected and that all the food and water we needed was on our land but all that changed one night when a hoard of walkers ran down our farm, my parents were first trying to fight of the walkers, quickly being ripped apart their screams still lingered in my head whenever I thought about them, then it was my two sisters trying to flee but got surrounded taking them down as well, I was lucky enough to get to my truck finding an opening in the walkers and driving away from my home, leaving me all alone on the road
Now itâs been 2 years going from place to place just trying to survive, to find a reason to keep living in this cruel world, Iâve been able to dodge as many walkers as I can, that wasnât the main problem anymore, the food shortage was what dwindled my hope
My truck had broke down a while back so now Iâve just been wandering on foot, walking through the trees trying to get some shade from Georgia summer heat when I hear a groan and thud, I follow the direction of the whines on a left of what have might caused it, walkers, people, god knows what now a days
Rounding a tree I see a horse laying down on the ground, I approached slowly not wanting to spook it having experience with horses back on the farm, kneeling in front of it petting its soft black mane
âHey girl, what are you doing out here all alone?â She didnât look injured she was laying down fine, maybe she just got hot it was one of the hottest days Iâve ever lived in even in Georgia
I took out one of the bottles of water I found poring some of it over her face to help cool her down then poring the rest in a bowl I had in my bag and she was quick to drink it
After some time I stood up taking her lead rope trying to get her to stand up, I couldnât leave her here all alone for some walkers to eat her alive maybe she came from somewhere near by
Walking through the trees she would occasionally change our course more like she was leading me than I was her until we got to a break in the trees, a ranch in perfect condition, a few horses grazing the field, little sheepâs hoping around, a chicken coop and a cozy little cabin like house right in the middle of the land, a brown bronco truck parked out front
Opening the gate, closing it behind me and the horse so the other animals wouldnât get out like she did somehow, when a deep voice stopped me in my tracks
âSee ya brought Missy back, been wondering where she went off toâ coming down the porch steps was a older man, cowboy hat, white shirt, blue jeans and boots, maybe it was the lack of human contact or even interactions but damn was he fine, I didnât realize he was right infront of me till he cleared his throat breaking me out of my oogling
âOh yeah, I found her out in the woods she must had heat exhaustion so I gave her some waterâ my stomach feels like itâs in knots, I havenât felt like this in so long, heâs said a few words and Iâm entranced by him
âA nice and pretty girl might just have to keep ya around darlingâ he smirked making my knees weak, but I still have my values Iâm not just going to jump his bones even though the urge is so strong
âOh I mean if youâre able to take me in Iâll earn my keep, help around the farm, anything I justâŠ..I canât stay out there alone any longerâ I said praying heâd give me a chance, some hope
âYa sure you know what youâre doing around a farm?â He asked as he looked me up and down, lingering on my chest
âI grew up on a farm, I know what Iâm doingâ
âHmmm well come on in, see where you can stayâ I let Missy go so she could run off with the others, following him inside, it was bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside, cute kitchen, wooden accents around the house, he kept walking down a hallways till he stopped at a room waiting for me to go in first, it was cozy, I donât care if this place was trashy as long as I can be stress free and have someone to keep me company
âYou like it?â He asked from the doorway
âI love it, thank youâ I said as I sit on the bed letting out a long awaited sigh
âHow long were you out there?â
âI donât know time is hard to keep track of out there, maybe 2 yearsâ
âDamn girl, 2 years did you atleast have someone out there?â
âMy farm fell early taking my family with it when the walkers came, so itâs just been me until nowâ
He gave me a pitiful look it made the blood rush to my cheeks
âCome on darlin, supper should be done, should get some food in youâ he said waving me out of the room and Im quick to follow him to the kitchen where I sit at the table as he dishes up some food, fresh food something I havenât had in well forever it feels like
He sits across from me at the table taking his hat of showing his dark brown hair streaked with some grey, biting my lip to stop myself from fantasizing about running my hands through his hair, pulling on it as I feel his beard scratch against my legs
âSo whatâs your name darlin, like to call you something other than sweet namesâ he smirks obviously realizing my constant leering but he didnât make it easy
âIâm fine with your little names but itâs y/nâ
âYou got a spark still considering how long youâve been out there, how old are you even?â
â20 you?â
âLetâs just say Iâm old enough to be your fatherâ
âNot a problem for meâ I said under my breath
A few weeks went by and I did what I said, working hard around the farm, waking up early to collect eggs from the chicken coop, feeding the horses and sheep, picking any ripe berries from the garden all before he was even up, no different from today, I laid berries on our plates and scrambled some eggs finishing right when he comes out of his room, scruffy hair, boxers and a black tank top showing off his tattoos, yes I earned my keep but the tension between us was growing stronger and stronger everyday, every touch, every long night of staying up talking I have to do something about it
âMorning Negan sleep well?â I asked as he sat across from me, our usual spots since that first day
âGreat darlin, wouldâve been better if you were next to me all nightâ he smirked, heâd do this tease me and act like it was nothing but it was something to me especially when Iâd stay up late at night touching myself thinking of the things heâd say
âNegan youâre driving me crazy you know thatâ I said chomping on a strawberry
âYou think I donât hear you?â
âWhat?â My face flushed, please god donât let it be what I think it is
âAt night, when you think Iâm fast asleep, I hear you moaning my name, whimpering when you canât make yourself finishâ he said his voice getting deeper as he leaned further across the table
âI donât know what youâre talking about, I gotta goâŠâŠ..go clean up the hayâ I said flustered and completely embarrassed standing up and leaving the house to the barn
OH MY GOD this is so embarrassing, heâs heard me touch my self to him what is wrong with me, itâs only been a week and I canât control myself, maybe because heâs everything I want, strong sexy makes my knees weak and panties wet, plus I have so much pent up sexual frustration, growing up on a farm and not being allowed to date led to me now, a horny 20 year old fantasizing about a man who generously gave me shelter and food, Iâm a mess, a horny mess that wants to ride this man all day long
I get to the barn pitchforking any loose straw back into the pile trying to figure out what Iâm suppose to do now, how do I face him again after heâs heard me moan his name
âI can hear your crazy thoughts from here darlingâ I look to the barn door seeing him dressed in blue jeans, cowboy boots, his cowboy hat and a brown plaid
âI canât take it anymore Negan, obviously you know that now, please justâŠâŠ..â
âJust what baby?â He asks his voice deeper again as he gets closer gripping my waist, his hands alone engulfing me
âJust touch meâ
He leans down grabbing the back of my thighs lifting me to straddle his hips, my arms wrapped around his shoulders now face to face
âYou sure you can handle this sweetheart?â
âI need it, I need you to fuck me please Iâve been so goodâ I say as he litters my neck with sloppy kisses
âYou have, such a good girl for me, guess you deserve a big reward for thatâ he smirks as he squeezes my ass, laying my down in the hay pile
âFuck you got me so hard, you know how hard it was to not bust into your room hearing your sweet moans just begging for me to plow this pussy?â He grips the bottom of my sundress hauling it off over my head leaving me in just my panties, my tits completely exposed
Hearing him groan as his hands roam my body, from my hips up my stomach to caress my tits rubbing his thumbs over them making my panties even more soaked
âThat feels so good, doesnât feel like this *fuck* when I tryâ I whimper my body feeling like itâs on fire
âNo one ever make you feel good darling?â He says as he leaves kitten licks against my nipples feeling like lighting shooting from them to my clit, trying to grind against his thigh between my legs
âNo, no oneâs everâŠ..â
âNo ones ever touched you, youâre a virgin?â He continues to suck hickeys down my stomach stopping at the hem of my panties
âOnly youâ I moan needing more
âDonât worry Iâll make you feel good babyâ he removed everything heâd wearing going to throw his hat in the pile of clothes but is top him
âStop!âŠâŠkeep it onâ
âYou like cowboys? Wanna take a ride?â He smirks as he pulls down my panties leaving us both naked
âI mean I did save your horse, itâs only right to ride the cowboyâ I say as I flip him over to straddle his hips, his dick standing big thick and prominent, heâs really gonna stretch me out good
âOh ya itâs only rightâ he laughs squeezing my hips hard as he helps me move them back and forth grinding on his dick getting it wet
âI need it pleaseâ
âTake your time darlingâ he says as he lifts me up so Iâm hovering right above him feeling his tip gently pushing against me
I slowly push down feeling the pressure and stretch, it hurt god it was way bigger than my two fingers
âFuck baby youâre so tightâ he grunts
âIs itâŠâŠ.is it all in, youâre so big I donât know if I can take much moreâ I moan uncontrollably, all this sexual frustration finally breaking free
âJust a little more, come on be a good girl and take itâ he helps push me down the rest of the way till I feel his skin flush against my clit
I sigh I relief that I got it all in but the sting isnât pleasant
âTake your time cowgirl, wanna get you nice and stretched before you try and ride your cowboyâ he laughs as he sits up kissing my neck again and rubbing my clit to help distract the pain
âGod I canât waitâ I say gripping his shoulders as I start moving up and down, slowly at first feeling him deeper and deeper each time
âFuck baby this pussy is gonna be the death of meâ I take his hat putting it on holding it with one hand just like I would when riding a mechanical bull, bouncing and gyrating fast and harder and deeper feeling him hit that spot where it makes me see stars and screaming his name over and over as I feel that tension build up in my lower stomach
âCome on cowgirl, cum on my dick, make yourself cum, let it outâ he says meeting my thrusts over and over driving even deeper
My hearing goes fuzzy feeling like my whole body is lit up with pleasure, itâs never felt this good before doing it by myself, soon feeling a warm liquid shoot up inside me, dripping down in between us making a sticky hot mess
Coming back down to earth from that mind blowing orgasm I feel his hands roaming up and down my back, his chest pressed against mine
âDid I do it rightâ I moan biting my lip slowly grinding on him
âDamn darling, that was the best fuck of my life, yeah you did it right, look great doing it to, could get us to thisâ he says laying back in the hay hands behind his head
I sat up feeling him slide out whining when he popped out his cum dripping onto the hay as I lean down against his chest
âI want moreâ
âDamn baby girl, they were right good girls really are the most frustratedâ
We spent the rest of the day in the barn, him taking me in every position imaginable, everyone better than the last until we were exhausted and my pussy ached so good
âGlad you found my horse that dayâ
âMe too Neganâ
I want this man desperately damn, Iâm newish to writing this kind of story so if you got any tips lmk
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Choso watching you interact with children
Babysitting with Choso and him getting emotional realizing that his love for you goes deeper than he understands...
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The two of you had been watching your niece, spending hours together, playing outside, drawing, and making snacks, and now you, Cho, and your niece were watching a cartoon on the television.
Nobody was really paying attention, too focused on the conversation that bounced from your niece's school friends to her hobbies, to her neighbor's pet lizard.
Choso was listening intently, asking questions that made the girl leap on the sofa, eager to tell him more. He never seemed annoyed or bothered by her attention. He was very intentional with his care.
You found yourself staring at him with hearts in your eyes, he was just so good with kids.
âAnd when I first met him he was this big-â she brings her palms together, âbut now heâs this big!â She dramatically pulls them apart, showing the width of what must have been the world's largest bearded dragon. âBut anyway⊠yeah, I need to go potty!â
You look over, âokay, I can pause the TV, weâll wait for you.â You offer her a smile and she makes a serious face.
âGood. I like this episode a lot.â She bounds off to the restroom and you chuckle, knowing she wasnât paying any attention to the show on the screen. You look back to the man at your side and smile.
âYa know, youâre pretty good with her.â You nudge Choso.
Chosoâs love language was words of affirmation, through and through, but you didnât praise him because you knew this, he truly just had so many good qualities, it would be a crime not to tell him!
He beams, âItâs easy loving people.â
Your heart warms, knowing he was telling the truth. âYouâre so good at conversation though, she gets so excited when you're with me. And when you don't come, you're all she wants is to talk about.â
He lights up, âReally? That makes me happy! She's very silly.â He looks at your face intently, "She has so much energy, it reminds me of Yuuji." He plants his palms in his lap as if really considering what he had just said.
The two of you had fallen into a comfortable silence before eventually, you began to hear a repetitive jolting sound.
Frantic rattles were coming from the door of the bathroom and it wasnât long before you heard a cry of your name.
âIâm coming! Iâm coming!â You shouted, rushing to the bathroom door, sure the child had somehow locked herself in.
Dramatic weeping came from the inside and you were instantly brought back to a time when you had been stuck inside of an elevator as a kid. The panic you experienced in that moment had been insurmountable as a child.
You jiggle the knob, âSweetie is it locked?â
But your niece wasnât hearing you, âI-I canât ge-t it open!â
âOkay! Thatâs alright, Iâll get it, donât worry, honey!â You look around for something to push the lock through to the other side.
Choso was pacing, unsure of what to do, nibbling on his pointer finger. Youâve just pulled a pin from your hair when the childâs wails reached a new height.
âHelp me! Help me, please! Iâm stuck!â
âOkay, okay, itâs alright, honey, Iâve got it.â You push the pin in the doorknobs hole and punch the lock out of place, immediately twisting the door open.
And within a second your niece is flinging herself into your arms. You kneel to her size and hold her in your grasp. Petting her hair and cooing in her ear.
âItâs okay, see? Nothing to worry about, we were here, you were okay.â
You rock her back and forth, her little shoulders shaking wildly.
âI was s-scared I was gonna be in there for-for forever!â
âNoooo-â you donât laugh, knowing she truly had been frightened, âNo, I wouldnât let that happen.â
The little girl pulls back with a ridiculous frown, fat tears are in her lash line but she pulls a face and whines, âOnly cause my mommy would be super duper mad if you did!â
She tugs you in for a big, tight hug, and is gone in a flash. Sitting before the TV as if nothing had ever happened.
Youâre stuck squatting by the bathroom door, aghast at how quickly children move on. Just as youâre making to stand though, Choso kneels to help you up. Heâs smiling sweetly but thereâs something else in his face, something you havenât seen before.
The television starts up again and you go to grab Choso's hand, the stress of the moment evaporating but he just squeezes at your touch and mutters something about needing the restroom himself.
You nod and make your way back to the living room, distracted by his odd behavior, but still, you focus your attention on your niece, who was suddenly enthralled with the show she had been ignoring not ten minutes earlier.
It was a while before you realized Cho was still gone. Had he never left the bathroom? What was he doing in there, you wondered.
After such an eventful afternoon, your niece, who had been so captivated by her "favorite show" seemingly dozed off, laying on the couch.
You stretched your legs, stood up, and made your way back to the bathroom, expecting to just check up on Choso when you began to hear sniffles and huffs from behind the door.
Not wanting to wake up the kid, you knock gently with a knuckle, whispering, "Cho, baby, are you alright?".
It was a moment before there was a response, but after hearing a shuffle of feet, the door was creaking open and Choso's tear streaked face came into view.
Seeing him like this sent you into overdrive, "Oh- Baby what is it? Cho, what happened?" Your brain is trying to recall what might have happened to have caused his obvious distress but you're pulling a blank.
He looked as if he was almost getting the words out before a choked sob left him and he was squatting on the floor suddenly. You crouched down to meet him, frantic to understand.
His shoulders were shaking, it broke your heart but as you were patting his shoulders you noticed that his cries sounded a bit different.
"Baby, baby, what's wrong? Can you tell me?" You rubbed on his back, it was just as he was lifting his head that you noticed, his shoulders weren't shaking with cries, but rather, laughter.
He looked at you with a wobbly smile on his lips, his eyes still full of tears and he chuckled. Your dread eased some but you kept your hand on him, rubbing at his arms.
"What?" You smile back, "what is it?"
"I just-" He began, but a bout of air broke out from his lungs. He sucked in a deep breath and sighed, "I just... It was watching you...with her." He points to the living room from his squatted position on the bathroom floor.
"I just realized...how gentle you are, with her and me... and everyone." And his smile wobbled again and more tears broke his waterline.
"Oh, Cho, that's-" You smile at his embarrassed face but he holds up a hand to cut you off.
"I just. I know you're the one for me, I've known forever, but I-I" He huffs a deep breath again, a hand on his heart. "You say I'm so good with kids, but you are too, I just think... I just think we would make a good f-family...".
His voice wavers and the tears are steadily falling now. "Cho," You pat his arm and smooth over his hair, "Cho, it's okay, you're the one for me too. Didn't you know?"
He nods shakily, a wet smile still on his face.
The two of you are still crouched on the bathroom floor, Choso has a drippy face and is looking at you with so much love you could hardly bear it.
You want to scoop him up the way you had with your niece, he is quite a bit larger than the girl so you settle for wrapping yourself around him as tightly as you can.
The two of you stay like that, Cho falling to his knees a bit to get a better angle to hold you. You had been with the man for some time, you had known you loved him as well. But the desire to marry, to be one and start a family, that was new. But the sudden surge of emotion was so new and so present, that you could not ignore how obvious it was that Cho would make the most perfect father.
You both had been so lost in each other's embrace that you didn't hear your niece stomping her way back to the bathroom door before she shouted,
"AH! Did you get trapped inside too?!"
Choso pulled back, shocked at her sudden appearance, he giggled in a happy way. His face morphed gently into his normal demeanor, tuning his neck to look you in the eye, he maintained contact as he brought your palm to his lips, only breaking to look at the child again.
"Yes..." he chucked, "I think I did."
His neck slumps as blood rushes to his ears and he hides the embarrassment.
"It's okay! Now that it's over, we can go finish the show!" She shuffles from foot to foot. It was clear she wanted to make Choso feel better after experiencing something she knew to be scary.
Cho dips his head low and pushes his hips to stand, a bright smile on his face. He never took his hand from yours, tugging you with him from his little emotional hideout in the bathroom as he quietly states,
"Thank you, I'd like that."
You knew Choso could not care less for the story playing on the television but nothing brought him more joy than to see a smile on his loved ones faces. He pulled you along to the living room and when the two of you were seated once more, he leaned his face onto your shoulder, kissing the fabric of your shirt before watching the screen intently.
Of course, he was keen to discuss the episodes happenings with your niece over dinner.
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