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Alright Chapter 9 of Dating up is here. I split it in half, this is set directly after Chapter 8. I hope you guys like this and the next chapter is almost done and will be up soon.
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Warnings: Sexual contact, fingering, sucking dick, a hint at anal play, marking, dirty talk
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âOh god,â you muttered shoving your head deeper under the pillow. âI hate life.â
Your mouth was dry and felt like cotton but also a little minty as you tried to work out what happened last night. It all got a little fuzzy around the time Rafael and his friends showed up. But you were sure there was something in there that was embarrassing, somethingâŚ
âOh jesus, please tell me that was just a weird ass dream?â you pleaded.
âIf youâre talking about last night, then Iâm afraid not Chica,â Rafaelâs amused voice drifted over you. You groaned in response, burrowing further into the nest you had made in his bed. The events of last night became a little clearer the longer you were awake, you felt your body turn to ice, your stomach dropping as you remembered in detail what you did and said.
âI am so sorry,â you whispered sitting up, turning to look at Rafael, you felt so bad about last night. You couldnât believe what you had done.
âWhy?â Rafael asked moving forwards, sitting down and taking your hand, bringing it to his lips.
âCause I was meeting your friends for the first time and I was so drunk that I talked about your dick and sex,â you whined eyes watering a little. âAnd everything else, I must have been so embarrassing.â
âCarino, they thought you were adorable,â he assured you cupping your cheek and stroking under your eye to catch the stray tears. âAnd believe me they were happy for the material for teasing me.â
âAre you sure?â you asked. Rafael tugged on your hands urging you to move so you were sitting in his lap, legs straddling him and arms fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. His hands ran up and down your sides soothingly.
âSweetheart, I am so sure,â he nodded, kissing your nose. âYou could never do anything that would embarrass me. You were showing affection and being yourself around my friends. That is all I could ask, plus you made such a good snarky remark against Carisi, so thereâs that.â
âRafi,â you smiled feeling a little better about last night. âPromise me youâll tell me if I made them uncomfortable?â
âOf course,â he agreed. âDo you feel better?â
âAbout that yes, but I still feel like death warmed up,â you rubbed your head. âThank you for drinking my margherita.â
âAh, see I made a good choice,â he tweaked your nose just to hear you giggle. âAlright, do you want to have a shower or some food?â
âHm, shower, definitely,â you were about to get up but suddenly sat back down your eyes staring at Rafael, studying him.
âChica?â he asked, brow furrowed unsure what you were doing.
âYou said no to sex last night,â you stated
âOf course, you were drunk,â
âHuh,â
âWhy?â
âItâs like a low bar, donât get me wrong but thank you,â you shrugged. âBut just for future reference, I would be okay with us fooling around when Iâm a little drunk.â
âNoted, letâs have this conversation when you are a little more awake and alive,â he grinned.
âAlright,â you agreed. âButâŚwanna join me in the shower? Iâm not drunk anymore.â
âIf I ever say no to that question, it isnât me and you should call Liv,â Rafaelâs grip tightened on your hips holding you to him to stop you from getting up. âFirst, though I want you to drink some more water.â
âRafi,â
âNo, water and Iâll join you in the shower but that is it,â he tapped you on the nose. âYou are hungover and as much as I would like to fuck you in the shower, I donât think youâre really up to that are you?â
âNo,â you pouted. âThough speaking of, did you clean my teeth last night? Whilst my mouth is dry it is minty.â
âAh, no, you woke up, threw up and then cleaned your teeth while complaining about the light,â Rafael answered. âAnd then you preceded to do your whole night skin care. Which was not something I thought I would ever see done after a night of drinking.â
ââŚ.yeah that sounds like me, sorry should have warned you I tend to do that,â you scratched the back of your neck. âSorry about throwing up.â
âChica, itâs fine, you made it to the bathroom,â Rafael kissed your neck nibbling on the skin there.
âWoah buddy, if you donât want to fuck me you better stop,â you wiggled away from his mouth before groaning a little. âYeah, I think I need water. My head is trying to kill me.â
Rafael laughed wrapping his arm firmly around your waist as he leaned to grab the water bottle from the side table. Opening it behind your back before bringing it up to your lips, raising an eyebrow when you pursed your lips, face confused.
âOh, so I can help you drink water when youâre drunk and donât want to let go of my friendâs hand but now that it is the two of us suddenly itâs weird?â he asked. âNice Chica.â
âOh my god, I did that?â you asked.
âYou did, and you owe me for that,â he nodded. âIt completely ruined my hard arse reputation.â
âIâm sure you can make that back the next time you make a witness cry, or refuse to get a warrant cause they donât have enough evidence and their âmaternal instinctsâ arenât enough,â
âOkay I told you I did that in confidence for it to never be mentioned again,â
âYou never said off the record,â
âYou suck,â
âYou like my sucking,â
Rafael rolled his eyes as he brought the water bottle back up to your lips. You eyed it for a second longer before opening your mouth and letting him pour some in before swallowing, repeating the action until you pushed the bottle away.
âAlright, letâs get you in the shower, so you can eat something and take some pain meds,â Rafael said, recapping the bottle and sitting it on the bed beside the two of you. His arm still holding you close on his lap. âNow hold on tight.â
âWhat?â you were confused until Rafael stood up holding you against him. âAw, youâre spoiling me.â
âDonât get use to it,â Rafael warned you walking towards the bathroom. Â âHowâs the light?â
âHm, hurts a little,â you admitted, eyes squinting against the harshness of the light. Rafael hummed as he sat you on the counter before reaching for the light switch and dimming them.
âNow?â
You merely hummed in response, smiling a little dopily at him. Rafael chuckled in response, pressing a kiss to your temple as he walked past you to the shower, fiddling with taps until it was the temperature you preferred. He made quick work of removing his own clothes before helping you out of yours, pressing kisses to your cheeks, temple and forehead as he did so.
âWant to wash your hair?â he asked carefully running a brush through it to get rid of the knots that appeared overnight. He hummed when you didnât answer right away, leaning to press a kiss to you should blade. âCarino?â
âDonât know but that feels nice,â your voice was getting drowsy from the gentle way Rafael brushed your hair, you were always a sucker for anyone who played with your hair and this, surprisingly, was the first time Rafael had brushed your hair.
âIt doesnât feel like it needs a wash, so maybe that can wait for when youâre more human,â Rafael joked reaching for a hair-tie that seemed to live on the bathroom counter. His fingers were gentle as he carefully gathered your hair and tied it into the bun he had seen you wear when you didnât want your hair to get wet when you showered. âIs that too tight?â
âNot at all, I may have to demand that you play with my hair more often now,â you told him turning around to press a soft kiss to his lips. âI think it may be my favourite thing for you to do.â
âWeâll see,â he said, but he knew that he would never be able to deny you that request. Turns out he rather liked being able to play with your hair and brush it for you.
âWe both know that means âYes of course, Chica, whenever you want,ââ you attempted to mimic his voice, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you pressed your naked bodies together.
âChica,â Rafael warned, as he grabbed your hands and pulled them away before leading you into the shower. âBehave.â
âSir, yes sir,â you mocked, attempting to hold a serious look before you broke and giggled at him.
âWhen youâre feeling better you are going to get it,â Rafael stated, gently turning you around so your whole body was wet before he grabbed the soap and a wash cloth. He switched places with you as he started to lather you, being so gentle with his movements.
âThat feels nice, Rafi,â you whispered leaning to kiss him as he turned you around to wash your front. His eyes were soft with an emotion in them that you had never seen before, it caused your stomach to flutter and not in the way it normally does after a night of drinking.
âGood, letâs get you rinsed off,â he smiled. âDo you want to spend the day in bed?â
âOnly if you are with me,â you prompted, taking the wash cloth and soap from him. âCan I wash you?â
âMaybe next time,â Rafael promised you switching places with you again to rinse off the soap. âLetâs get you dried and in bed, which yes I will join you, after I have made you some food.â
âOoh, some greasy?â you asked.
âBacon and egg sandwich with hashbrowns?â
âPerfect, with a cup of tea?â
âOf course, Chica, this is technically your breakfast, I know you need tea with breakfast,â
âYou know me so well,â you grinned following him out of the shower.
Later in the day
âSo, how are you feeling now?â Rafael asked running his hand through your hair. You smiled happily up at him, relaxing more against his lap. The two of you stayed in bed all day after your shower together, Rafael cuddling you at first and then he switched to sitting up with you laying on his lap while he read over some case notes.
âMuch, thank you for looking after me,â you nodded.
âOf course, my darling,â he bent down to press a kiss to your forehead, gently stroking your cheek, before tweaking your nose.
âNormally, on our girls nights out we donât get quite as drunk as we did,â you moaned.
âOh?â Rafael sat his case file on the bed side table. âYou young girls donât go wild every other night?â
âRafi, you read my dating profile, Iâm a nerdy little librarian, all four of us are nerdy,â you rolled your eyes. âI prefer a night in. Last night was special it had been over four months since we were all able to meet up.â
âI know but you are still young,â he shrugged. Your eyes narrowed as you studied the way his face was twitching a little. âIf you need to spend more time with your friends so you can meet up more-â
âWait, wait, wait,â you interrupted him sitting up so you could look at him properly. âThe only reason we werenât able to meet up for nearly four months was because Shannon was out of the country visiting some of her family and Courtney had been out of state for work. And that is the second time you have said Iâm young in a short time span. Rafi, does our difference in age bother you?â
âNo,â Rafael denied, but he refused to look at you as he shifted sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his face. He had hoped this might never come up between the two of you but he forgot that you were annoying observant, well, annoyingly only when you turned it on him. Adorable when it was any other time.
âReally, cause it seems a little like maybe it does,â you insisted. âRafi, why havenât you said anything before?â
âBecause I guess I never realised until last night when I meet your friends,â he said. âAnd a part of me worried that I was keeping you from being with your friends and that maybe I was a little old for you.â
âAbsolutely not,â you assured him, climbing onto his lap grabbing his face between your hands to ensure he couldnât look away from you. âYou listen to me right now Rafael Barba. You are not too old for me, me and my friends rarely get drunk like that, we all actually prefer hanging out at one of our places, checking out a museum or just getting a nice dinner. We occasionally get drunk like that but it is rare. You are not keeping me from my friends, now that Courtney and Shannon are back in town, we will be meeting up like we normally do. Understand?â
âChica,â Rafael whispered his hands reaching up to cover yours, the light in his eyes coming back.
âDo you understand?â you repeated forcibly. âI need an answer bub, I need to be sure that you understand that the gap in our ages is not an issue, my friends adore you.â
âYes, Carino I understand,â he nodded leaning forward to kiss you. âThank you, sweetheart.â
âAnytime, babe,â you nuzzled your nose against his. âPlease tell me if you start thinking like that again. Because I can tell you how you blow all other men out the water, my girls said their first times never ended with them having orgasms, well cept for Courtney but she had her first time with a woman so.â
âReally?â he asked, hands moving down to grab your hips.
âYep,â you hummed popping the âpâ. âSo, Iâm never letting you go, for the sex alone. God only knows if I could find another man who can make me orgasm from finger fucking me.â
âGood to know you arenât superficial at all Chica,â Rafael squeezed your hips teasingly.
âI mean obviously Iâm not letting you go because youâre-â
âGorgeous, charming, sarcastic and incredibly intelligent?â he asked.
âDidâŚI say that last night?â
âCorrect,â he nodded. âYou also said I was really good in bed so.â
âGod,â you groaned resting your head against his shoulder. âIâm never gonna be able to see your friends ever again.â
âWell, I mean at least you whispered your attempt at bribing me to give you your drink back,â Rafael pointed out dryly, causing you to lift your head to stare at him blankly.
âThatâs something I suppose,â you agreed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, running your fingers through his hair.
He hummed contently at your actions, letting his head fall to rest on your chest. You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, settling more firmly in his lap. The memory of what you whispered to him coming back, you couldnât believe you said that even if no-one else was able to hear it. Though, the thought of doing that did make you excited, it turns out not even being hungover was enough to keep your desire for him down. You wiggled a little on his lap, feeling his dick underneath you didnât help. You whimpered as you grew a little wet. Rafaelâs arms tightened around you as you continued to wiggle in his lap.
âWant another shower?â Rafael asked.
âA shower?â now you were just confusedâŚwell, confused and horny but mostly confused.
âYouâre feeling better,â he started, his hands holding you firmly in his lap. âAnd if you still want to, I would like to join you in that shower.â
âHmm, I suppose I could be persuaded to have another shower,â you sighed, moving to get up from his lap.
âOh, no, stay right there,â Rafael clicked his tongue, his hands holding your hips tightly to keep you firmly in his lap. Smirking when you looked at him confused. In one smooth motion he stood up holding you to him.
âRafi!â you squeaked grabbing hold of his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist as one of his hands moved to hold your ass, squeezing it teasingly as he walked to the bathroom. âThought you said not to get use to this.â
âHm, I thought this was an excellent way to get you to the bathroom so I can have my way with you,â he shrugged. âNow, what was it you said to me last night? Come on bub, letâs go.â
âRafi,â you giggled, before grinning at him, words bubbling up inside but you held them in. Instead, you nuzzled into his neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin.
âShit, Chica stop it,â he groused. âI could drop you.â Â Â Â
âOh, now why would you ever do that?â you asked licking up along his neck.
âOh, now youâre going to get it woman,â he growled, a dark promise in his voice that caused you to shiver in delight. Both of his hands grabbing your arse and squeezing.
 âMaybe after this shower, we could do what I suggested last night?â you proposed.
âI have a question about that, what was with the vest?â Rafael asked sitting you on the counter, hands trailing along your thighs.
âI saw how you got one time I tried it on,â you raised an eyebrow. âItâs the same look you get in your eyes when I wear lingerie.â
âHm, wear my blue and silver one,â
âYes sir,â you reached out to start undoing his shirt. âButâŚhow about I suck you off in the shower first?â
âTwist my arm, Chica,â he grinned, hands tugging your panties down as you finished with his shirt, pushing it off his shoulder and dragging your fingers back up his torso scratching over his nipples to get that little noise out of him.
His fingers trailed back up your thighs and under the shirt you were wearing as he started sucking kisses along your neck, he thought it was a little bare and that just had to change. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer, you could feel the outline of his cock against you as he rolled his hips.
âRafi,â you moaned. âI thought I was meant to-â
âWeâre not in the shower yet, Chica,â he whispered into your ear before he bit your lope gently. âI think I want you to cum on my fingers first.â Leaning back, he smirked down at you, the fingers that were gripping your thighs squeezed once before one hand inched up closer to your pussy. âSo, be good and spread those legs a little more for me.â
âAw, donât you have enough room?â you teased before gasping as Rafaelâs thumb pressed down on your clit without warning. âRafi!â
âI suppose I could make you cum just from this but I really want to fuck you with my fingers,â he growled lowly. âDonât you want to feel my fingers inside you?â He moved his thumb in a circular motion alternating between pressing down and barely any pressure, his other hand slipped up under your shirt to tease along the underside of your breast. âCome one, Carino, donât you want my fingers inside you?â
âYes, fuck yes,â you nodded.
âThen spread your legs,â he ordered. You unwrapped your legs from around his waist, opening them wide biting your lip at the look in Rafaelâs eyes. It didnât matter how many times you saw it; it still took your breath away to see him look so hungrily at you. âGood. Girl.â
Rafael kissed you as he slowly teased you by pressing the tips of two of his fingers into you before taking them out and then inserting them again just a little further each time. Each time he pulled them out he stroked them upwards and rubbed at your clit with his thumb drawing out whines and gasps from you in between kisses. He knew exactly how to work you; he could bring you to the edge but never let you tip over. Â He left his fingers inside, stroking them against your walls drawing out your pleasure as he removed his thumb from your clit.
âRafi,â you moaned leaning back from him your hips rolling as much as they could.
âYou know, I have heard that orgasms are great for hangovers,â Rafael grunted nibbling on your bottom lip.
âThat is true,â you whimpered a little, one of your legs moving to curl around his waist as your hands scratched at his back when his thumb pressed down on your clit rubbing it in circular movements again. âAh, fuck!â tears started to form in your eyes as the pleasure built.
âThatâs it, Chica,â Rafael encouraged. âCum for me baby. You can do it, be a good girl and cum on my fingers.â Your walls clenched as your orgasm hit you, clamping down on his fingers. Your hips twitched as you clutched at Rafael tightly as you let your high run through you.
âRafi,â you whined as his fingers continued to stroke you. He pressed a kiss to your lips, his tongue swiping into your mouth.
âHm, fuck I love feeling you cum on my fingers,â Rafael whispered against your lips, slowly pulling his fingers out. He made sure your eyes were focused and on him when he put them in his mouth and sucked the wetness that clung to them. âFuck you taste so good.â
âCome here,â you dragged him back to your lips, tongue licking into his mouth tasting yourself on his tongue as they twined together. âFuck Rafi. Youâre a menace.â
âPay back,â he murmured before tugging your bottom lip between his, letting it go so he could kiss along your jaw and down your neck to make another mark. Â âAnd Iâve been holding back since last night.â
You tilted your neck to the side allowing him more access to your neck as your other leg wrapped around his waist joining the other squeezing him tight. Your hands lightly running over the marks you left on his back, grinning a little at the shiver that ran through him.
âRafi, I need you,â you whispered, running one of your hands up into his hair and tugging humming at the groan it pulled from him.
âHmm, but Iâm not done yet,â he pulled back lips pouting a little.
âYou keep going at my neck like that and itâll look like I was mauled,â you laughed, tapping his lips. âPlus, I need to get your cock in my mouth like now soâŚâ
âOnly if afterwards, I can take my time eating you out,â Rafael countered.
âYou drive a hard bargain Mr Lawyer,â you rolled your eyes. âBut I guess I can live with that.â
Rafael helped you down off the counter, using that as an opportunity to squeeze your arse and thighs again, sighing a little happily. His hands moved upwards, pulling the shirt up as he went, making a slight detour to lightly squeeze your breasts before throwing the shirt into the laundry basket. His hands trailed down your body again before you stepped away from him, backing towards the shower, reaching out blindly to turn it on.
âBoxers off mister,â you pointed. âThen you can get back to copping a feel.â
âA little hard to cop a feel while youâre on your knees,â he complained. âWhy donât you help me take my boxers off and I can cop a feel.â
âAlways a lawyer,â you chuckled stepping towards him, before grinning cheekily and backing towards the shower again and crooking a finger at him. âCome on bub, boxers off or you wonât get to take your time eating me out.â
âI should hire you as my second chair,â he muttered as he pushed down his boxers before joining you under you under the warm spray of the shower. âLet you turn those amazingly, annoying negotiation skills on the defence. Iâll never have to go to trial again.â
âI donât think thatâll happen,â you warned him.
âOh, I donât know, you got Liv to drink a shot by looking at her,â he shrugged. âI think you could get Buchan to agree to a deal.â
âBuchanâŚoh that big fella who is an absolute piece of shit?â you asked turning Rafael around so he was under the spray.
âThatâs the one,â he nodded, hands pushing your hair away from your face, before they started stroking down your back. âChica!â he whined as you dropped to your knees taking away his ability to touch you anywhere other than your head.
âIâm about to suck your cock and youâre whining?â you raised an eyebrow at him. âGot to say, I donât think there are many men out there that would complain about getting their dick sucked.â
âThatâs because those men are idiots and donât know how to appreciate a gorgeous woman in-front of them,â he defended himself. âAnd dios do I appreciate you, with your-.â
You ignored his statements as you leaned closer to press a kiss to the head of his dick, causing him to cut off his statement with a curse. You looked up at him, grinning as you pressed kisses along the length of his cock, before licking up along the vein before you took it into your mouth. Swallowing around it as you took it down all the way to the root. Rafael wasnât the only one who learnt how to play your body. Your hands held onto his thighs for balance as you moved up and down, swirling your tongue around the head, dipping into the slit before you swallowed it back down. This time only taking a small part each time you went down.
âFuck,â Rafael moaned. âYouâre so good with your mouth Chica.â Tangling one of his hands into your hair he tugged on it as you moved, his hips lightly thrusting to match your movements. âThatâs it, youâre taking me so well.â Pulling all the way off, you smirked up at him as you trailed kisses along his length again.
âBet youâre glad I talked you into this, huh?â you asked him as you pressed a kiss to his balls, quickly licking them before moving suck on his tip again, tasting some of the precum that was dripping from it.
âHm, I think I would prefer this if I could be eating you out at the same time,â he mused.
âYouâre impossible,â you sighed, before going back to sucking his dick.
One of your hands reaching to gently squeeze his balls, before you gently reached behind to stroke at the skin there. Rafael slumped against the wall the water hitting his chest and falling down to you, his eyes watching you burned with a hunger that he knew would never been fully satisfied. Â His hand continued to tug on your wet hair, encouraging you to take him all the way down again and hold him in your throat, swallowing around his thick length.
âCarino, look at you,â his whispered in awe, his other hand stroking along your cheek before rubbing along your bottom lip, his thumb pushing in a little beside his cock before retreating. âFuck you look gorgeous with your mouth so full.â
Your body warmed at the words coming from his mouth. You hadnât really heard him dirty talk before, it was doing things to you. Your pussy was throbbing in need, suddenly you wished this was happening in a bed so you could feel his tongue inside you. Although, if that was happening you wouldnât be seeing this side of him. You swallowed once more around him before pulling off so just his tip was inside your mouth.
âFuck, gorgeous I am close,â he told you, pulling your hair a little rougher. âYou going to swallow for me?â
You whimpered in response, focusing on his slit as you moved your hand back more, lightly rubbing it over his hole. The first time you did it was a slight accident but when you noticed how Rafael reacted you made sure to do it more often. You even thought about brining up an idea you had been having for a while but you werenât really sure how to go about it. But for now, it was a good way to get him even more turned on as he got closer to finishing.
âAh shit, close,â he whimpered, hips thrusting a little more as he got close. You hummed around his cock before you felt his orgasm fill your mouth, you moaned at the taste as you swallowed it down. Licking at the head as you pulled off to catch any stray drops.
âNot to copy you, babe but, fuck you taste good,â you stated pressing one last kiss on the head of his cock before an idea hit you. You ignored the way he tugged on your hair to try and get you to stand up instead you started kissing along the top of his right thigh. Biting at the skin, sucking on it to leave a mark, as you moved along it to his hip bone.
âAnd youâre a menace,â he moaned. âCome on stand up, please.â
âAw, youâre begging?â you asked teasingly as you marked up his hip bone and then left a path of kisses along his stomach to his other hip bone to leave more markings. âAnd at least these can be hidden.â
âYou like my markings,â he pointed out finally managing to get you to stand up as he pressed lightly against one of the markings on your neck.
âNot as much as you do,â you said stroking your hands up his stomach to wrap around his shoulders. Rafael grumbled a little as his hands found their way to your arse again, the grumbles turning to happy little hums. âYouâre an easy man to please, you know that?â
âHm, maybe,â he shrugged. âBut itâs not like it could be used against me.â
âReally?â you asked as you attempted to step out of the shower but his hands tightened their grip on you tugging you against him under the stream. âWell, thatâs rude.â
âAw, donât you like that I can hold you against me?â
âYou know I enjoy how strong you are,â you leaned up to kiss him. âJust like I know how much you enjoy my arse, my thighs and my pussy.â
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me @ y/n when they do something iâd never do:
like babe this isnât us ?? get it together
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thinkinâ bout katsuki bakugou with an s/o whoâs a picky eater đł
it drives him crazy at first to see you pick certain vegetables out of your food, or wrinkle your nose at dishes you werenât particularly fond of.
in the beginning, he actually tries to beat it out of you, forcing you to clear your plate with an irritated bark every time he saw you pick at your food or scoot your plate away.
itâs not until he sees you gag at the texture of a particular food, at the way your appetite completely vanishes and your eyes gloss over with the hint of tears, that he feels some semblance of commiseration for you.
that spark of sympathy ignites into a protective rage when someone makes an off-handed (but ignorant) comment about how âchildishâ your eating habits are. your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you had tried to laugh it off, but he knew better. he had wanted to blow their face off, but he knew itâd only serve to embarrass you more.
heâs always cooked for you, but from then on he makes a point of memorizing your favorite dishes to perfection. he studies the way you eat, analyzing your reactions for what you enjoy and what you donât seem to care for.
heâs not going to give you a reason to be âpicky,â refusing to provide people with a motive to make fun of you for âbabyishâ behavior. you canât be picky if heâs only feeding you good, healthy, and delicious food.
heâs subtle when he slides new dishes in front of you, calming your questioning expression when he scoffs and tells you to try it, youâll like it.
and you always do.
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edit: hihi! seeing as this totally blew up (LMAO pun not intended) i wanted to take a sec to say thanks and also to recommend you take a look at my other stuff! iâve written for several other fandoms like demon slayer, mha (obvi), attack on titan, etc. currently iâm thinking about a mha hunger games au, mentioned here! thanks and love <33
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#im a chronically picky eater and i get so mf embarrassed about it#idk this was completely self indulgent đŠ#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#mha bakugou#bakugou x reader#bakugou x you#katsuki x reader#mha fluff#bakugou fluff#mha x reader
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âthis is killing me.â kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. âjust trust me bro,â his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. âthis works everytime for me i swear!â
kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie heâd taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. âmaybe itâs too cringeâŚâ he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. ânah.â bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. âyou look sexy.â kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. â⌠thanks bro.â
this isnât something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. heâd seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than heâd like to admit.
âi feel like a modern jay gatsby,â the ex volleyball captain huffed. âmy selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties heâd throw in hopes to get daisyâs attention except i donât want to post every night, iâve already made myself cringe with this one post.â bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. âyeah⌠whatever that means.â kuroo frowned back âitâs a classic, you should know what i mean!â
how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far heâd felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasnât enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.
what were you doing? why werenât you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?
these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadnât for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least heâd know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.
âthis is stupid.â he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someoneâs attention. âit works you just have to wait, trust me.â
kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who werenât you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. âlook!â his best friend grinned as he leaned over kurooâs shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. âyouâre getting likes on it!â
âwhatâs the point if theyâre not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.â kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldnât believe heâd been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.
it had been about forty five minutes since heâd posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didnât give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why werenât you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?
âthis is stupid.â he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with âlooksmaxingâ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. âno, itâs barely been up!â bokuto whined. âyou look hot so you should get some replies anyway whatâs the big deal?â
pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. âthe big deal is the person i posted this for hasnât replied!â what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasnât going to at least make his existence more known to you? heâd even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldnât.
the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. âyes they did!â he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.
kurooâs heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture heâd made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?
psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasnât an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.
bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and heâd regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait heâd so carefully laid. this is what heâd been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards heâd sown.
clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokutoâs grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.
âthe label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut itâ
âa wins a win.â bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. â⌠a wins a winâŚâ
#not proofread!!!!!!#iâm so rusty at writing what the haleâŚ.#but this other model i worked with back in the winter replied with âfinallyâ when i swiped up to his story the other day LOL#this is where i got inspo from#he posted post gym too đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤#heâs saurrrrrr hot and funny but weâd both been plotting on each other for months through silly ig stories#so embarrassing but the gatsby method works!!!!#this was also half an unfinished draft i left back in 2022#so 2024 me canât take full credit đđ#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo tetsuro#kuroo tetsuro x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#hq#hq x reader#hq x you#kuroo x you#kuroo tetsuro x you
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Big boy Nanami Kento
Ib: @screampied ^ - ^
Kento had lost it. Youâre on your stomach, while he lays on top of you, your arms by your side, him hugging you from behind and spreading your legs using his, your fighting to stay conscious as his weight crushes you. Heâs seeking his own release at this point, panting and heaving, his head hanging at your ear and you can feel his huff and puffs down the side of your neck meanwhile with every deep sloppy thrust from his rutting hips, all that escapes your mouth are puffs of air as his weight smacks on top of you. Normally, heâs very considerate and cares to watch how hard heâs on you, but after being pent up stuck at the office, the long day he had, and you offering to be his release, he couldnât hold back.
All you can think is how good it feels. His breath on your ear, the kisses on your neck, his sticky, sweaty, heaving chest your back, his abdomen tensing, his hips thrusting unforgivingly into your arousal each force creating its own erotic sound, his legs wrapped around yours. His deep moans fill the room as you imagine how attractive his disheveled hair & broad-shoulders must look on top of you making you tense up even more.
Then there it is, he picks up the pace chasing his high sloppily shoving himself in you while you press your hips again his chasing your own. He releases himself and you do too and you can feel his hot orgasm inside of you starting to drip out the sides of him as he rides out the pleasure by not even thrusting anymore, but grinding himself while inside. His entire body weight is on you now as he grinds inside of you, your body moving with his. You canât wait to offer to be his release again.
#đ.smut#nanami kento#nanami x reader#nanami smut#kento x reader#jjk x reader#this is my first fic#this is so embarrassing
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yall i kinda dont care what you gotta say on this one cus its real to me but katsuki is lowkey a crybaby. i fully believe he cries extremely easy,, like..HAVE YOU SEEN HIM ??? do you see how quickly bothered and emotional he gets over stuff ? no,not angryâbothered and emotional. (but the angry part also works lowkey i like to think in certain situations he gets so angry he cries.)
so yeah every time you argueâwether itâs over the phone n he hangs up on you or in person and he storms off to get away from you. heâs just so mad at you, heâs angry so so angry but he doesnât like fighting with you. heâs in the right, heâs sure he is.. but a minuscule little part of him sorta wishes he wasnât so this fight never happened. and also, donât tell anyone, but heâs also pretty fucking worried youâll leave him.
oh and there they are, he feels little tears prick at his lash line, practically clawing at his face the moment he feels them coming. he sniffles loudly nose already clogged and he scowls so hard, eyebrows pinched harder like thatâll make them go away.
heâs angry, so angry. he tries to convince himself heâs fuming just so he can stop crying.
âand he cries anyway. itâs nothing too dramatic, no sobs. only a hiccup manages to pass through his lips and heâs heaving and sniffling hard, wiping at his eyes and nose.
and he cries anyway.
#(also also he cries when he gets embarrassed)#he gets so emotional i really do believe he feels so hard when its w the right person/people#I DONT CAAARRREEEEUHHH#my suki suki#my lover my boyfriend my boy my beau#bakugou katsuki x reader#cash speaks <3#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo fluff#cash is just talkin'#bakugou imagine#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#we been knew#katsuki fluff#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x you#plus it's basically stated he's a crybaby in smash so it's canon idc
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omg uhhhhâŚ
curly giving/receiving head headcanons??âŚ
itâs so generic but Iâm on the floor sobbing Iâm desperate for more of this man, youâre an incredible writer and I love what youâve written abt curly so far!!
I want to give this man the most world shattering head he's ever had in his whole life, like soiled sheets and fucking mind boggling orgasms. RIGHT NOW
Tw/cw; Afab!reader, cunnilingus AND filatio!!!! that's all I think
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Receiving
He whimpers.
No but like seriously, he does whimper. He'd be so caught up in the feeling that just slips out, along with him saying your name ofc đ¤
He'd be more of a sheet gripper than a hair gripper. Like I said in my marriage hcs, Curly tries his best to not be rough with you; and in his eyes, gripping onto your hair is being rough.
He mainly thinks that way because he's under the assumption that it hurts you, which he wants no part of. So, he sticks to what he thinks is best for you.
But sometimes he just can't help himself, the pleasure he's feeling overrules his own morals, and he breaks.
So every once in a while, he'll grab a hold of your hair and just.. push you down a little further and hold you there. It isn't his fault, he doesn't mean to! But he feels awful about it in the moment
Once he's finished, he's an incoherent mess. He's so fucked out he can't even form words properly, but after a few minutes he can say "thank you". Why does he thank you? He thinks it's nice; a gentlemanly thing to do.
He'll eventually apologize, just give him a few more minutes to compose himself.
Giving
Curly would be the type of man to constantly want you sitting on his face. And I mean CONSTANTLY.
He'd definitely use it as foreplay all the time. Even if you don't need it, he'll still insist. He probably gets more pleasure from it than you do.
Even though he doesn't want to hurt you, that rule for him doesn't apply when he's eating you out. His hands leave actual MARKS from how hard he's pulling your thighs down while trying to keep you still.
Do you guys remember what doja cat said about big noses? Curly would DEFINITELY position your waist in a way that your clit is resting on his nose. And then he'd use his grip on your thighs to rock you back and forth, as if you're riding it
As you can imagine it doesn't take long to cum after he starts doing that, and he's not letting a single drop go to waste. It's his favorite snack actually, he likes working for what he deserves đ¤
More often than not he'd ask to do it again, but it takes so much energy out of you that you physically can't sit up. It's like he's sucking the life out of you, both literally and metaphorically.
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A/n: Got me holding my breath I've been dreaming of this all night, thinking all the time about you hope that's alright
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing smut#mouthwashing curly#mouthwashing x reader#curly mouthwashing#captain curly x reader#captain curly#curly x reader#curly x reader smut#i never know how to tag these#like why is tagging smut so... embarrassing...
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cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry
bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.
there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that isâthe main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.
but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that tooâthe main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.
your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.
the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but heâs confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.
he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look awayâyou've got to be doing this on purpose, right?
heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skinâ
he gulps.
it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feelâ
(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)
the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).
itâs hard to focus on what youâre cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.
he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.
bakugo normally runs hot; itâs kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.
you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.
"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.
as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.
as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.
as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didnât do this on purpose. like you donât know what it fucking does to him.
his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.
you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.
âeverything okay?â you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.
your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.
heâs supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.
but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. thereâs a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.
heâs certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.
thereâs too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.
your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.
then you whisper, still saccharine, âbreakfast is ready,â before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.
he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.
five minutes, huh?
like hell heâs going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.
#bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#ALWAYS GOING TO PUSH FOR THE BKG CLOSET PERV AGENDA đđđđđđđ#he HAAAAAAAAATES that he feels this way BUT LIKE ALL HERO STORIES START WITH: his body moves on its own đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸#he tries to restrain it sooooo hard#but i think when youve been together a while something shifts in him#he still gets flustered!! still gets so hot and embarrassed about it!!! but i think he grows comfortable#with the idea that he /can/ act on it. that it isnât shameful if he does.#so i think the big difference between a pining bakugo and being in a relationship w him#esp a long term one#is the fact that his reactions are still very much the same#but his actions become more proactive when he feels more secure in the relationship#and i adore the idea of a reader who loves teasing him for it#who looooves pushing his buttons#who looooooves seeing how far they can take it#and it's all fun and games and he's blushing and everything when you do it#but he gets you back so good for it. SOOOOO good. oh my god.#ok bye this was my brainrot at the gym today#rated#shotorus.bubble#bnha#katsu
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nsfw ! â thinking about ellie using a strap for the first time. shes just so star struck by it, yet so confused. âit looks so confusing. like, how to people even do this?â sheâs looking at herself in the mirror while trying, or failing miserably, at putting the harness on. she was excited to use it on you to make you feel good but she also wanted to know how people figured these things out so fast.
when sheâs finally put it on properly with your help, she lays you down. shes taking her time with kissing you all over, marking you up and prepping you with her fingers. her fingers felt heavenly inside of you, and youâre begging her to let you cum but she removed her fingers before you did.
naturally, you pout at her angrily. ârelax. the best part has yet to come.â she pats your thigh before littering kisses all over your face. and gosh, does she go the extra mile with making sure youâre okay. âyou just need to tell me if you really want this.. cause i dont wanna make you like, uncomfortable.â âim sure ellie, im super sure.â sheâs asked you the same question about five times now, but in her defense, she didnt wanna hurt you. after more reassurance, she slides it in slowly as if she were testing the waters.
if her fingers felt heavenly, then the feeling of her cock inside of you was otherworldly. she lets you adjust to the size before moving slowly. you encourage her and she begins moving faster, finding her rhythm. âfuckâ you look so pretty right now,â she mumbled, soaking up the sight of her strap going in and out of you. âyouâre doing so good for me.â her praises added another layer to the experience that has you whining and moaning so pretty for her. once shes comfortable with the consistency of her thrusts, her pace was even faster. it wasnât long before she had you cumming all over her strap.
she made a mental note that seeing you with her strap nestled inside you makes her feral. ellie knew sheâd be doing this again.
astrids notes: gentle ellie 4 life!!!! im a wee rusty cause i dont write so much anymore so pls dont flame me. đđđ i kinda hate this but this has been in my brain for days i literally needed to get it out before i forgot.
#nats-revival#- ÍŰŞŰŞĚĽËââ đđŹđđŤđ˘đđŹ đđŤđđĄđ˘đŻđ ââË ÍŰŞŰŞĚĽâ#tlou#the last of us#the last of us 2#the last of us part 2#tlou part 2#tlou2#ellie williams#tlou ellie#ellie smut#ellie x female reader#ellie x you#ellie x reader#ellie williams tlou#tlou smut#tlou fanfiction#tlou x reader#tlou fic#the amount of tags is egregious. itâs so embarrassing to tag this many times cause my reach is.. so very low..#anyways!! đ dusting off my pen yasss
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One summer afternoon,
The two of you find yourselves in the living room with only your sweet hums and his slow, steady breaths filling the air. Your fingers run through Jasonâs hair as he doses off in your lap. He intended to only rest his eyes for a minute but nearly an hour had passed.
âItâs your fault,â he grumbled when he finally came to. A slow smile creeps on his face as he sits up to kiss you.
âYou needed the rest. You can go back to sleep. Iâll be here.â You caress his cheek and kiss him back
âMmh,â he moans into the kiss. âYouâre spoiling me.â He laces your fingers together and put his head to yours. âYouâre too sweet.â
âGo back to sleep.â You nudge your head gently against his.
He chuckles as he goes for your neck. âAnd if I donât want to?â A soft kiss. âMaybe I want to be awake with you.â
âIâll be here when you wake up. I promise.â You find your way into his hair and gently tug him away from you. âSleep.â
âCareful,â he murmurs as he settles back down to follow your orders. Once heâs comfortable, you restart your humming and start your fingers to work.
âToo sweet,â he whispers as he drifts off. âI donât deserve that.â
#my post#something old and kinda shitty from my drafts#Iâm so in my feelings lately so I decided to finally post this#posting fanfiction is always embarrassing despite me posting several things#Jason Todd#jason todd imagine#jason todd fluff#jason todd x reader#red hood imagine#jason todd headcanon
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Chat, is that Rizz? | j.ww (m)
Pairing: Streamer!Wonwoo x Streamer! F.readerÂ
â Summary: Your rivalry with Wonwoo has existed for as long as youâve been streaming. Itâs fun, and both of your communities love it. Wonwoo is happy to play along - at least until you question his rizz while live, and he feels like he should remind you just how much rizz he has.
â Word Count: 5,366
â Genre: Established Relationship, Faux RivalsÂ
â Type: Smut, a hint of fluff
â Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
â Warnings: This is so cheesy and stupid and I donât care!! Explicit language, teasing and light antagonization, gamer and streamer speak in spots, sexually explicit content including spanking, fingering, unprotected sex, hint of overstimulation, playful banter and teasing during sex, bodily fluids, soft dom if you squint. UNEDITED.
â A/N: I donât care that parts of this are kind of cringe, @daechwitatamic tells me to write so I write and I needed to get out of a writing slump. Yes the game they are playing is Valorant. No I did not call it Valorant. Have I played Valorant in the last year? No! Anyway, please enjoy this shameless porn no plot! Also please don't arrest me for the fucking TERRIBLE puns.
â Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All members of Seventeen are faces and name claims for stories. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. Seventeen members are not Seventeen culturally, intellectually, physically, or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.
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âYouâre never going to hit Immortal with that strat, Wonwoo,â you tease, cringing as he gets gunned down by the enemy teamâs Reyna. âRotated too early.âÂ
âHere they go,â Seungcheol mutters into the mic, his exasperation making you grin as you fix your eyes on the screen. Like both you and Wonwoo, Seungcheol has already died in the round, watching as Mingyu navigates the map to pick up the bomb to attempt to save the round.Â
âIâm sorry, I couldnât hear you while you were dead,â Wonwoo shoots back. You scrunch your nose, knowing that it is, unfortunately, true. âI was in the land of the living. You know. Because I didnât dry peek long and die.âÂ
âSeungcheol told me to push site!â
âMaybe push with util, though? Or be better.â
On the right side of your screen, you can see your chat blowing up. You grin and roll your eyes - you arenât actually bothered by Wonwoo and you know he isnât mad either. Playing games with him always elicits teasing and a steady back and forth.
Once upon a time, his poking might bother you. Now, youâve played enough games with Wonwoo over the last two years to know better. Itâs all in good faith, and itâs part of the joke, this ongoing way the two of you bicker and go tit for tat.Â
âI am nothing if not an accommodating teammate,â you offer back. Mingyu manages to get to the site, swinging wildly to check for enemies. âIâm a helper. I like to help people.â
âYou can help me by shutting up,â Mingyu mutters.Â
âYeah,â Wonwoo echos, a smirk prominent in his voice. âShut up.âÂ
âNo Iâm talking to you too,â Mingyu assures. âAnd you did rotate without me and too early. So sheâs right.â
That shuts Wonwoo up, a chorus of laughter echoing in the headset as your team watches Mingyu try and go for the clutch. Your laughter fades and you mute yourself on Discord in an attempt not to distract Mingyu, eyes flicking over to the comments flooding in on your stream.
Itâs a rewarding feeling to see how many there are, donation notifications popping up on the top of your screen making your heart stutter a little. You can see Seokmin moderating as usual in the chat, reminding people the commands for frequently asked questions and removing anything weird.Â
There is a lot of weird.Â
âThank you for the dono, Shaezy98. Yes, PiCheolwinning, I hit Immortal a few days ago! What do you guys think about doing a nonstop stream until I hit Radiant? Would that be fun?âÂ
Resounding yes responses flood the comments. You grin, pulling your legs up into the chair to make small talk with the community youâve so carefully built over the last few years. You see a suggestion in the comments that makes you laugh, leaning forward to unmute yourself in Discord.Â
âHey Wonwoo,â you ask. âMy chat wants us to try 1v1 where we customize each otherâs settings. Thoughts?âÂ
Itâs a common question. People love the dynamic you and Wonwoo specifically have, enjoying seeing the friendly rivalry grow over the years. You can recall several streams youâve done just playing together, hosting charity events and promoting new games as a dynamic duo.Â
Some wonder if youâre together. Thereâs no hard evidence, but there's chemistry there. A lightness to your banter that comes with a familiarity your fans try to piece together, a gentleness that sounds the edges of your insults to make sure the other knows your kidding.Â
Wonwoo lets out a deep hum. âYouâre gonna go demon mode on my settings. Then Iâd have to change them back.â
You canât help but roll your eyes. Of course heâs worried about his settings, as if he canât export them. âIs that a no?â
âWhatâs in it for me? Besides my fucked up settings and the risk you change all my weapon skins.â
Clearing your throat, you put on your best telemarketer voice. âThe benefits to this offer are endless. For a limited time only, you can take advantage of quality time spent with me-âÂ
âNot a benefit.âÂ
You ignore his interruption, a vein in your forehead ticking at the comment. âYou can protect your honor and pride as a gamer, and as a special early bird offer, Iâll give all donations from that stream to a charity of your choosing. Thoughts?âÂ
Mingyu ends up losing the round, earning a resounding sigh and curse from everyone on the team. You move your mouse around to click through weapons and set yourself up for the next round. âTheyâre going to force,â you say, momentarily distracted from your sales pitch by strategy. âWonwoo I can buy you a marshall.â
âYeah.âÂ
You make the transaction for him and drop the weapon so he can pick it up, noting the comments coming in from viewers.
NoLo88: See, she always does stuff for him - I swear theyâre together!!!
EzBoyZ: No way would she date him.
NoLo88: Are you kidding? Have you seen Wonwoo? Heâs like the hottest streamer ever.
LoLPog69: Ugh I hope theyâre not dating, sheâs better single.Â
 âSee, Iâm fun. Iâm nice. Iâm a team player who helps win games. What do you say?âÂ
âFine, itâs a date.âÂ
The way he so casually says it makes your stomach flip. You hesitate for a moment, blinking in surprise before you realize heâs said it without really thinking about it. Biting your bottom lip to fight a smile, you ask, âOh? A date? Chat, is that rizz?âÂ
âOh fuck off,â Wonwoo huffs, trying to cover up his mistake. You canât help it - your smile spreads as he rushes to gloss over what he said. âItâs a figure of speech.âÂ
âHeâs trying to rizz me, chat!â
âIn your dreams.â
âYou should change your tag from WonuWizard to WonuRizzard.â Wonwoo curses as he gets killed. You cackle, killing an enemy and taking their gun. âOo, an operator. Do you want this, Wonwoo? What about changing your tag to RizzardOfOz?âÂ
Wonwoo groans on the other end of the mic and you can imagine the way he pushes back in his chair, sinking a little further down as he spectates the match. âYes, save the op for me, please. Also, get your chat out of mine. Iâm going to get a Rizzstraining order.âÂ
You note the way he says for me when he asks for the weapon youâve picked up to keep for him. It is a favor to him, intended for him. Your viewers notice.Â
Seungcheol swears. âYou two are insufferable to play with sometimes. Weâre trying to win a game.âÂ
Mingyu huffs. âJust stop Rizzsponding, Cheol. Theyâll shut up eventually.âÂ
With a laugh, you settle in and focus on the game. Even as the teasing dies down, you and Wonwoo fall into a comfortable give and take, working together to win the next few rounds and eventually, the entire match after Wonwoo closes out the game with an ace.Â
âWow.â You lean back in your chair, stretching. Itâs getting late at night, and you feel a little tired. âMad Rizzpect, Wonwoo. Up your rizz game and maybe Iâll go on a date with you.âÂ
âUp my rizz game?â His tone has shifted as everyone starts talking over one another, Seungcheol and Mingyu getting into it over something sports related. Youâre focused on the soft purr of Wonwooâs voice, though. The raspiness of it. âIf I wanted to rizz you, I would.âÂ
Fuck. His voice. You shift a little in your seat, clicking around your secondary monitor that is off stream to pull up Wonwooâs stream. It loads, immediately showing his dark room with slow pulsing RGB lights in the background and shelving displaying different collectible items.Â
Wonwoo looks like he always does: leaned back casually in his seat, the glow of his computer reflecting in the lens of his black-frame glasses. Dark bangs hang in his eyes, the rest of his hair hidden by the hood that is pulled up over his head. Heâs chewing on one of the strings of his hoodie as he talks to his chat, voice gentle.
His hoodie has a little animated version of him over the left side of the chest, the character winking and giving finger hearts. You feel your lips twitch - you always loved the little cartoon version of himself. As always, he looks totally at ease. Itâs the same even in an intense game, Wonwoo never feeling the need to lean closer to the screen or showing the tension in his shoulders.
Calm. Cool. Collected.
Except when you can force a rise out of him, of course.Â
A bunch of notifications flood in your chat. You look over to them, reading through them and grinning. You pull your mic toward you, shaking your head. âUgh I have all the Wonwoo apologists in my chat defending your rizz.âÂ
âGoodâ he shoots back. You watch in delayed time as he smirks on his end. He so rarely does a full smile, but you know itâs beautiful when he does. âYou need to take Rizzponsibility for implying I have no rizz.âÂ
âNo way,â Mingyu gasps. âTwo Wonwoo puns in a single night?â
âPuns and attempted rizz?â You ask, cocking your head. âHuge day for Wonwoo fans everywhere.âÂ
âAgain, that wasnât rizz. Youâll know it when I use it.â Â
âSure, sure. Or maybe you just⌠donât have any.âÂ
You watch the tick in Wonwooâs jaw. A grin spreads across your face and you try to suppress it, knee bouncing in anticipation as you watch the minute changes in his expression. He drums his fingers on the armrest of his gaming chair, hypnotizing you for a moment. He has long, elegant fingers paired with a beautiful set of hands.Â
âYou really think I have no rizz?â he asks, voice low and oh you know that voice. You suppress a shiver and shake your head ânoâ before realizing that he canât see you. Or he does - because he says, âUse your words like a big girl.âÂ
If you werenât on stream, your eyes might roll back in your head at the soft purr of his voice, the way in which he immediately switches gears, put out by your accusations that you already know are false.Â
And because youâre you, you push him a little more, interested to see where it goes. âAre you watching my stream, Jeon Wonwoo?â
âMhmm. Trying to learn rizz, since apparently I have none. Go on, show the class. What have you got?���
Seungcheol and Mingyu both ooo and quiet down, putting you on the spot. Heat tiptoes up your neck to your ears. Being a streamer by nature is being under the spotlight, especially when you have a high follower account. This is different though, the pressure suddenly flipped to you as your friends settle in, waiting.Â
âItâs all about the charizzma,â you joke, voice a little raspy. You swallow, eyes flicking to your secondary monitor where you can see Wonwoo watching his screen with a growing grin. âI canât teach you how to have that, Jeon.âÂ
âWhat can you teach me, Angel?âÂ
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. You know that commanding tone anywhere, the soft shift from teasing to something a little darker, a little sharper. He doesnât care that youâre both on the screen for live viewers, that this will be recorded, or that you have friends on the call, who have taken a backseat to watch the fencing match.Â
And the angel. Sure, itâs a small part of your brand and gamertag, but the way Wonwoo says it implies something intimate. Darker. A gentle caress of the word against your skin.Â
When you come up with nothing, Wonwoo grins on screen, devastatingly handsome. He knows heâs surprised you. âNot a problem,â he quips. âIâm an excellent teacher. I can teach you how to rizzpond to a direct question.âÂ
He surprises you by ending the stream suddenly. You blink in surprise, both Seungcheol and Mingyu calling Wonwooâs name, assuming his internet has gone out or has been interrupted. With shaking hands, you remove one side of your headphones, listening. Heavy footsteps sound in the hall and you squeak, hitting the hotkey to show be right back on your stream.
Wonwoo stands in the doorway. He gives you a single, lopsided smirk before waltzing toward you, a predator stalking prey. His dark eyes are focused on you, drinking you in.Â
âNoooo,â you yell at him, giddy and panicked all at the same time. You hold your hands out to push him away but he links your fingers instead pressing his palms against yours and pulls you toward him. He jerks your computer chair toward him, your knees crashing against his. âHiiiii.âÂ
âNo rizz, huh?â his voice is barely a murmur.Â
âUmmm,â you glance over to your set up where the be right back glows. Wonwoo follows your line of sight before dropping his gaze back to you, eyes asking a question. âDo you⌠want to?â
Elation falls across his face. âIâm down if you are. You know that.âÂ
Chewing your lip, you smile and nod. Youâve long been planning to reveal that the two of you have been dating for a long time, and the present feels right. Not to mention the implication of him ending the stream and you slamming the be right back on at the same time.Â
Wonwoo leans down and grabs the arms of your computer chair, spinning it around and pushing you back into the frame. He leans over your shoulder, the smell of sandalwood and lavender enveloping you, making your head spin. He hits the hotkey to turn your stream and mic back on.Â
Your eyes drop to where youâre displayed in the camera, Wonwoo leans against the back of your chair, chest pressed to your shoulder as he grins at the camera. Your thighs clench, seeing that same cocky smirk youâre used to making a brief appearance on camera.Â
âSorry chat,â Wonwoo announces. âSorry Cheol, Mingyu. I have to handle the disrizzspect going on in my own home. Say byeeee to chat, Angel.âÂ
âByeeee,â you squeak on instinct, watching as he waves while your comments explode. He closes out the stream and cuts off the Discord call where Seungcheol and Mingyu are screeching, shutting down your computer entirely so thereâs no chance for accidents.Â
Stomach fluttering, you take off your headphones and look up at Wonwoo to find heâs already staring down at you, dark eyes hungry. You slide down a little in your chair, feeling your mouth go dry. You got what you wanted, but now that heâs there and you can feel the intensity crackling between you, you canât help but balk just a little.
âWhat?â he asks, lips twitching at the corner. âRizz got your tongue?âÂ
âI guess maybe you have a little rizz.â
âOhhh, I see.â Wonwoo pulls your seat backward, spinning your chair around so that you face the bed. He lets go of the chair and walks backward, sitting on the edge of your bed. You stare at him, heart beating, breath quickening. âNow that thereâs no one here I have rizz.âÂ
You pout. âItâs our brand.â
âMhmm.â He leans back on your bed, the mattress dimpling under his weight. He pats his thigh with one hand. âYou just love getting under my skin, donât you?â
You climb out of your computer chair, stumbling a little as the blood starts to flow from where they were crisscrossed. He tsks at you as you regain your footing, padding over to where he sits, legs spread, thighs straining against his athletic shorts.Â
Carefully, you climb into his lap. Your body buzzes as you settle over him, one knee on either side of his hips. You lean your weight into him, hands resting on top of his shoulders. Even through his hoodie, you can feel how warm his skin is.Â
âAre you happy now?âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
One of his hands leaves the bed and cracks against your ass, starling you. You squeak and lean forward, the sting making your eyelids flutter. âYouâre not even listening, are you?âÂ
âI wasnât.âÂ
His hand kneads your ass through your shorts, soothing the sting from the slap. âI asked, are you happy now? Did you get what you wanted?â You nodded, letting your head hang down, burying your face in his neck. Itâs warm and safe there, your thoughts sticky as his hand continues to explore your ass. âRemember when I said use your words like a big girl?â
âYes. Yes, I got what I wanted.â
âAnd what was it you wanted?â
When you hesitate to answer, too focused on your slamming heart and stuttered breathing, his hand comes down across your ass again. You curse, melting into him, letting him bear your weight entirely. âWanted to rile you up.â
âIt worked.â
âI can tell.âÂ
Wonwooâs hand trails to the edge of your shorts, fingers dancing along your thighs. Youâre hype aware of his touch and the way it sends fire through you, stomach in knots and cunt aching between your legs as he fingers the hem of your shorts.Â
âIs it okay that I interrupted your stream?â
The question is so much softer than he was a second ago. You lift your head to look at him. His face swims into focus, a momentary flicker of nervousness. Wonwoo is rarely impulsive, but the move to announce your rivalry is more romantic than most people knew was unplanned and spur of the moment.Â
âItâs definitely okay. Is it okay with you?â
He nods, leaning forward to run his nose up the side of your neck. He inhales, taking in your scent and humming while the hand running along your shorts pulls at the fabric. âJust wanted to make sure you wouldnât be upset.â
âNo. Now the people in your chat know youâre mine.â
âYours?â His mouth brushes against the hollow of your throat, hot and wet. Your head tilts back, lips parting as his tongue flicks against your skin. âJust wanted to claim me, is that it?â
âYour fans are horny?â
He nips your neck and a moan drips from you. âYours arenât?âÂ
âNot like yours.âÂ
âToo bad for them. Thereâs only one angel who can get under my skin.â Wonwoo takes you by the waist and rolls you over. Your breath leaves you in a huff as your back hits the mattress. He leans over you, knees caging you in on either side of your hips as he presses his mouth to your jawline, sucking kisses up toward your ear. âOnly one drawback - she thinks I have no rizz.âÂ
You bring your hands to the hem of his hoodie, desperate to feel him. Sliding your hands under the fabric, you press your palms against his stomach, feeling his muscle flex as his skin warms your hands. His mouth is wet against your skin, teeth nipping your earlobe teasingly, drawing a raspy sound from you.Â
âI think,â you gasp as he drops a hand between your legs to press against your clothed cunt, âThat she might be wrong about the rizz.â
Wonwooâs fingers apply pressure, barely circling your clit through the fabric. It worsens the ache between your legs, your thoughts getting scattered as you squirm underneath him. He brings his mouth to yours, stealing a greedy kiss.Â
This is the part of Wonwoo that you know only you see. Where the calm and collected gamer turns into an all consuming force, stealing the breath from your lungs as his tongue presses against yours. You kiss him back with equal want, whimpering into his mouth as he presses his fingers a little harder against you.Â
âPlease,â you breathe against his mouth between kisses. âI know I was mean but please.â
âWhy should I?â
âBecause Iâm sorry!â
âAre you, though?â He mouths down your neck to your collarbone, the sting of his teeth soothed by the rough pass of his tongue. âYou got exactly what you wanted and more.âÂ
âI ammmm.â
His laughter is rough. The hand between your legs comes up to the top of your shorts, dipping past the waistline to sink downward. He groans when he feels the dampness of your underwear, the way heâs already worked you up.Â
âNo rizz,â he mutters to himself. You throb when you feel his fingers pull your underwear to the side, knuckles running up your wet folds where he stops at your clit to press down. Your nails scrap against his abs, body tensing under the stimulation. âThis is a wet fucking fucking pussy for someone who has no rizz.âÂ
You canât think of a response, mind reeling as Wonwoo plays with you properly. You writhe in his hands, melting as his fingers brush up and down your slit before coming back up to gently circle your clit. Your feet kick a little under him, unable to sit still as he works you - teases you.Â
Fuck you realize he might do this all night.Â
âYou have a lot of rizz,â you breath, pressing the back of your head into the bed, gasping in surprise as he sinks a finger into your entrance. Already youâre clenching down on him, wanting more. âFuck.âÂ
âI donât know⌠maybe I just⌠lack what you need.â
âNo,â you answer quickly. âJust⌠ugh like that.âÂ
The ease at which he knows how to touch you makes everything feel tenfold. Wonwoo knows you like the back of your hand, both intimately and mentally. What had started as two streamers annoying one another had turned into friendship at some point - youâd met him at a convention and realized he was far gentler and softer than you imagine.Â
That had turned into something further - something deeper. The want when you were around him was something that you hadnât expected, but it hasnât gone away since. Even though you get to have him like this, finger stroking your inner walls and palm pressed against your clit, you always want more. Canât stop wanting him.Â
âWant,â you mutter, the only word you can think of. You feel the smile pressed against your skin, the wetness slicking his fingers as he presses in a second, stretching you. Your hips canât off the bed but he pushes you back down, making you whine.Â
âWhy should I?âÂ
âCause.â
âNot a good enough answer.âÂ
Wonwoo starts to retract his hand and you scramble, digging your nails into his hip to claw him back toward you. âCause I love you.âÂ
âCloserâŚâÂ
âCause I want you.â
âSo close.â
âCause I need you.âÂ
He hums in thought. âGood enough. Help me take these fucking shorts off.âÂ
Wonwoo pulls his hand out of your shorts and leans upward. You rip your hands from his hoodie to slide your shorts off, peeling your underwear down as you do. He taps you on the thigh, fingers sticky from your arousal as he shifts higher. You know what heâs asking, scooting backward on the mattress to give yourself more real estate.
His mouth comes back down to yours, lips soft. You love kissing him, tongue tangling as you bring your hands up to slide your fingers through his hair. He makes an appreciative sound, one hand supporting his weight as he hovers over you while the other slots back between your legs to resume where he left off.
Unrestricted by your shorts, heâs able to thrust his fingers properly. Your gasps break his kisses, hips rolling to meet the stroke of his fingers. Heâs always been skilled with his hands, able to peel you apart, pressing the pads of his fingers into that sweet spot over and over again.Â
His thumb presses against your clit, adding stimulation as he moves it from side to side slowly, aided by the wetness gathered there. You let yourself get lost in him, pressure tightening in your stomach as you climb toward an orgasm.Â
Your hands are everywhere - pulling at his hair, pulling at his shoulders, pulling at his arms. He lets you grip at him, lets you squirm beneath his ministrations, letting you have free reign. Itâs a favor to you, in a way. Heâs letting you get away with your earlier teasing, not drawing it out like heâs known to do, not making you beg.
Moans bracket the wet sound his fingers make in your cunt as he works you to the edge. Your breaths come out in short hisses behind clenched teeth and your thighs squeeze his hand. Heâs unfettered, laughing roughly against your ear, breath hot.
âWhat would your chat say?â he asks. âHuh? What would they say if they knew you fell apart like this? That your cunt melts around my fingers.â
âFuck,â you whisper, so close to your orgasm that your ears are starting to buzz.Â
âAll this time they thought we were frenemies. Have no idea I get to have you like this whenever I want.â
âIâm gonna-â
âYeah, youâre gonna.â His fingers press harder, the pressure mounting further. âGonna come all over my fingers, yeah? Just like you always do?âÂ
You do.Â
Everything comes together in one, cohesive snap. You arch into him, muscles squeezing, teeth clenched, eyes shut. It feels good when you unravel, coming around his fingers as they fuck you through it, determind to extend your high for as long as he can.Â
Your breathing is ragged by the time you start to come down, shirt sticking to your skin and neck and face flushed as you try to escape him. He laughs a little, hand slowing until his fingers are still inside you, pressed deep.Â
When you open your eyes, the room is spinning. It takes you a second to focus on him. His head is hanging, gaze focused where his fingers are still shoved in your pussy. You can see your arousal shining on his wrist and feel where you drip down the curve of your ass.Â
âA lot of cum for someone with no rizz,â he notes, lifting his head to grin at you.Â
âOh shut up.âÂ
âOh?â
He retracts his hand and you make a pitiful sound at the loss. He stands up, suddenly leaving you cold and shivering. He brings his fingers to his mouth absently, popping them between rosy lips as he sucks your fluid off easily, making an appreciative sound.Â
âI mean if you want me to leave-â
âNo, no! No need for that.â He smirks. âYouâre already⌠here and stuff.â
âAnd stuff.âÂ
Rolling his eyes, he peels the hoodie up and over his head. You watch, suddenly entranced by the blue tint on his tan skin and the way his muscles flex when he leans to kick off his sweats. Wonwoo is beautiful, his body made up of equal parts streamlined edges and softness.Â
Sleeper build, youâd joke the first time you saw him shirtless. On stream, heâs always hidden in baggy shirts and hoodies. Youâd never realized he was hiding a body that was at peak athletic form, oversized clothing giving way to rippling arms and a hard chest.Â
Naked, he shuffles back to the bed. You let him pull you out of your top, thankful for the warmth of his hands skating over your chilled skin. Your nipples tighten in the cool air, your toes curling at the sensation as you lay back on the bed and look up at him.
Haloed by blue light, Wonwoo looks like some sort of demon or angel. Youâre not sure - perhaps heâs equal parts. His hands reach behind your thighs and lift, pressing your legs upward toward your chest. The stretch feels good but it also pries you open, making you writhe when you feel the weight of his cock on your pussy.Â
âHold yourself open for me,â he murmurs gently. Your hands reach behind the back of your knees, pulling. He gives you a lopsided grin, leaning over you to press his weight into the backs of your thighs, helping. âStay just like that, fuck.âÂ
You do as he says. You have no other choice, especially when he presses the head of his cock into your entrance, sinking in slowly. You let out a loan moan shaped in his name as he presses in, the fit tight and the pressure delirious.Â
Wonwoo bottoms out, holding himself to you, hips to ass for a second. He presses in all of his weight, the mattress creaking under you as he does. He drops his chin to his chest, curses as he takes a few deep breaths, chest heaving.Â
You fuck him up too. You know it and you love it, watching as he looks up at you, eyes glazed over with lust, but still full of love. It simmers right at the surface, so obvious that you wonder how anyone could ever not see it when itâs right there.
Slowly, he starts to move. You suck in a breath, head falling to the side. Your fingers ache where you grip your thighs, knuckles shaking. A light sheen of sweat wicks your legs, making your hold slip a little. Itâs okay, though. Wonwoo leans into you, keeping you pried open as his hips fuck into you at a steady pace.Â
Each thrust feels like it punches the air from your lungs. You draw in deep breaths when you remember, otherwise distracted with the way he crowds you in, crushing you to the mattress. The feeling of him is insane, your thoughts cobwebbing together, the only word you can think of being his name.Â
He pants, his arms scooping around your shoulders to pull you into him. A curse leaves your mouth. Heâs got you folded in half, no escape from the drill of his hips, the air turning to static between you. Wonwoo is pressed close and you somehow wish you were closer, wanting to drop the grip on your thighs to hold him instead.
Wonwoo reads you like a book. âGo ahead,â he hisses between thrusts.Â
âThank you,â you gasp, dropping your legs in favor of sliding your hands through his sweaty hair, nails scratching his scalp. You feel him shiver and you do it again, pulling his face to you so that you can brush your mouth against his, barely a kiss. âFuuuuuuck, Wonwoo I-â
âI know.âÂ
âClose close close.â
He doesnât pick up his pace but he throws his weight into you more, fucking you deep and hard. You see stars, squeezing your eyes shut as you slide against one another, muscles aching, lungs screaming. You feel like you canât breathe but you donât care, skating the line of your second orgasm so close.
Your heart pounds in your ears. Your breath scrapes your throat. There is a moment of absolute nothing but white noise and then youâre crashing, slamming into your orgasm with enough force to knock your head with his when you lurch forward.
It doesnât even hurt, the electric pleasure outweighing the knock to your head as his fingers dig into your shoulders, cradling you harder as he pistons faster, getting himself to peak. You go limp, held tilted back as he growls your name and loses a rhythm, breath hissing between his teeth.Â
For a moment everything is disjointed until he slows to a stop, letting you unfold but pressing his body down onto yours. His weight is comforting, grounding you as your thoughts wander, a little confused and without navigation as your system reboots from the orgasm, tired and staticky.Â
Wonwoo kisses your jaw lightly, a gentle contrast to seconds ago when he folded you in half.Â
Slowly, he slides to the side, giving you room to breathe. Your body is slick all over - especially between your legs - and the room cools your over-warm skin. You crane your neck to face him, eyes fluttering open as you come back to, a little more lucid.Â
His dark eyes find yours and he grins before tossing an arm over your waist just to keep you connected. You place your hand on his arm, returning the gesture, just wanting to touch him.Â
âI think I died,â you joke, voice rough. âGod.âÂ
âYeah? Hey chat,â Wonwoo hums, a grin splitting his face. âHow about that for rizz?âÂ
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âYou know youâre too young for boys, right?â your step-father reminds you, like itâs a mantra heâs told you again and again for years. It isnât a suggestion or a thought heâs choosing to share. Itâs an instruction. âI donât want you to think because youâre all grown up and going to college now that you can be reckless.â
âI- I know, Satoru.â you smile at him.
Both of your attention is stolen as you hear your uncle, Kento, laugh out a scoff. He tries to conceal it as he ruffles his newspaper and drinks his coffee. You see your step-dadâs brows furrow in annoyance. Or, anger. He looks at you, again, and his expression softens.
âI know youâre a good girl, sweetheart.â he tells you, wrapping his arms around your form and placing a kiss atop your head. Nanamiâs eyes peer over his newspaper, locking with yours. A knowing glance to each other before a smirk finds his features. He raises his newspaper, shielding his face completely as he tries to focus on reading.
He lets you go, reluctantly, as you pick up your college bag and grab your phone.
His expression sours as he sees you reach for your phone, smiling at a text message you received. He shouldnât pry. He knows he shouldnât pry. But he canât seem to stop himself as he finds himself leaning across the kitchen island and snatching your phone from your hands. And now he scoffs, scrolling through your messages and looking at the name at the top.
âWhat did I just say?â he speaks, only an octave away from yelling at you. Your lip wobbles, and he keeps your phone at armâs length as you try to grab for it. He tosses it towards the kitchen table so Kento can look for himself.
âHe was just asking if I needed picking up for my classes, Satoru! You donât need to worryâŚâ you tell him. Of course this would happen. Heâs always been stupidly over protective.
âWell you donât, do you? Thatâs what Iâm here for. Hell, Iâm sure even Nanami would be happy to take you since he came all of this way to spend his off time visiting you.â Gojo reminds you. And you feel a slight pang of guilt at that. You know how hard your poor uncle Nanamin works. He could be on vacation, somewhere tropical, unwinding from the humdrum of his boring office job. But here he is, sitting reading the newspaper and listening to you two argue with each other. âIn fact, youâre grounded. Iâm keeping your phone and you can forget about going to class today.â
âButâ!â
âDonât whine, Iâll write you a note.â he adds, walking around the counterspace to collect your phone from Nanami. He finishes scrolling, locking it, though he keeps hold of it. âGo upstairs.â
You huff, but grab your bag and do as youâre told. Itâs not like he can stop you from being online. You can talk to people on your laptop, after all. Though given the mood heâs in you suppose youâll have to be stealthy about it.
âYouâre too harsh on her.â Kento tells Satoru, earning another disgruntled glance from him. He closes his newspaper and rests an ankle over his knee as he leans back and drinks the remainder of his coffee. âSheâs curious, you canât do anything about that. Itâs not like sheâll stay a virgin forever.â
âTch. Spare me.â he laughs lightly. âYou think I donât know why youâre here? I hear you, you know, when you sneak into her room at night.â
And Gojo revels in how the colour drains from Nanamiâs face. He sits upright, his back stiffened straight and he starts to loosen his tie. He should have known, really, it was too good to be true. He should have known heâd always get caught eventually. But by Satoru Gojo of all people?
âI havenâtâŚâ he clears his throat. âItâs not what you think.â
âSure.â Satoru rolls his eyes. âIf Iâm beinâ honest⌠I donât really care. Who am I to stop you? Iâm not blood⌠like you. Sick fuck.â he laughs, sitting down at the table and looking into Nanamiâs panic-stricken eyes.
Your uncle rests his elbows on the table and holds his head in his hands. What is Gojo plotting? Blackmail of some kind, maybe. Itâs not like heâs concealed his disapproval for his sisters relationship with him. Heâs tolerated him, sure, but heâs a nuisance he thinks his family would be better off without.
âI donât like this either.â he throws your phone towards the white-haired man and sighs. âBut she doesnât respect you, Satoru. She doesnât even call you dad. I think she sees you as temporary, so of course she isnât going to listen to you. Not really.â
âButâŚâ he leans over the table with a smug grin. âShe respects you, doesnât she? Her favourite uncle. I donât like college guys, I remember what we were like in college, I donât want her around that.â
âNo⌠maybe she wonât go searching for it if sheâs better educated.â
Gojoâs brow quirks in intrigue, a sadistic smile soon follows.
âWho knew a corporate goon could be such a sick fuck, hah?â Gojo laughs, picking up Nanamiâs coffee mug for him and walking it to the sink to clean. Nanami rolls his eyes, burying his reddening face in his newspaper again.
You feel a surge of fear stab through you as you hear footsteps climb up the stairs. You hide your laptop back into your bag and turn on your TV, hurrying to find something to watch as a cover. But when you hear a knock, you relax, Satoru never knocks.
âCome in!â you speak, happily, welcoming your favourite and only uncle Nanamin into your room. Though your heart sinks as your step-father follows, crossing your arms across your chest as you huff and pout petulantly.
âDonât be like thatâŚâ Nanami speaks softly, sitting on the edge of your bed and resting his hand on your thigh. âWe need to talk to you. And we want to ask you something.â he continues. Your pout fades, then, a slight feeling of anxiety creeps into you as you wonder if something serious has happened.
And Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, too, his beaming blue eyes almost pierce through your heart as he begins to explain. How heâs just worried about you because he knows from experience how college guys can be. How heâs your dad no matter what and he just wants the best for you. And he thinks you need a little help in the right direction on your journey of self-discovery.
âI know youâre a woman now, sweetheart, but youâre still daddyâs little girl. Yeah? So, let daddy help.â
âHe- with what?â you blink at him, dumbly, and the delighted snarl on his face almost chills you to the bone. He doesnât speak right away, so you look at Nanami. But itâs like he canât bear to look at you as he sinks his head low with shame. âWith what?â you ask again.
 âWell, Nanami said youâre curious. So heâs been fucking you, right?â
âNo!â you and your uncle yell simultaneously. Did he really tell your insufferable step-father something so personal?
âI told you, I havenât slept with her. Donât tease her or youâll make things worse.â Nanami clarifies before he focuses his attention on you. âBut you are curious, arenât you? Youâre getting attention from boys and youâre enjoying it, clearly. They arenât good for you though, princess. They donât know how to treat girls right.â
You hum, softly, as he pushes your legs apart, revealing your pink cotton panties to the two of them as they continue to talk you through their thought process. And the touch of your uncle Nanamin is your ultimate weakness. They both get a live response to his action as your pretty pussy starts to gift your panties with a dark, sticky patch between your dewy folds.
âBoys that age, sweetheart, they donât know what theyâre doing. Do you touch yourself? âm sure you do, Iâm not naĂŻve enough to think otherwise. But that means you like to cum, yeah? These college guys donât care about that. They just want a little hole to cum in and defile. And we think you deserve better than that.â Satoru explains, his inquisitive fingers begin to prod at your puffy cunt, though you trap his hand between your plush thighs.
âSatoruâŚâ you respond, bashfully.
âNo.â he speaks, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down the bed and towards himself. He looks mad, but thereâs no real malice behind it. Still your heart is pounding. âIâm your dad like he is your uncle. Iâm not Satoru. Who am I?â he asks, reaching under your skirt to pull down your panties.
âD-Daddy⌠youâre daddy. âm sorry.â you whimper. Your eyes flutter as his long fingers invade your pretty, virgin walls. âHngâ!â
âGooood girl.â he smiles as he begins to curl them upwards. âI slipped right on in, has uncle Kento gotten you used to taking his fingers?â
âMhmmâŚâ you blush. The man in question bends down to kiss you.
Itâs sweet, though you find yourself grabby and desperate as you follow his lead. He pulls away to undress you, unbuttoning your shirt and then his own after throwing away his tie. He helps you out of your bra, and you instinctively go to cover your nipples as you remember who youâre actually in the company of. But Nanami doesnât want that. He locks his fingers with yours, holding your hands above your head as he begins to suckle on them until theyâre both puckered and raw.
âSit her up, and sit behind her.â Satoru tells his brother-in-law. And of course he acquiesces. Youâre moved like youâre weightless as your uncle sits behind you, his clothed cock pressing angrily into the curve of your spine as he continues to torment your tits. Satoru pulls his fingers out of your cunt and sucks them clean, smiling at how your eyes begin to sparkle with wonder as he puts on such a display. âDo not tell your mother about this, understand?â
You nod, obediently. You wouldnât dream of telling her something so scandalous. Though it does fill you with a slight sense of pride as your Satoru makes it abundantly clear how desperately heâd longed to be the first person to explore your untouched core. He pulls down his trousers and you moan at his smooth, pink cockhead. Though right now itâs closer to an angry shade of red.
He really is desperate.
You wince, slightly, as he pushes his tip inside. Though he retracts it, coating his head in your wetness.
âFuuuuck, you werenât lyinâ. You really never fucked her, huh Nanami?â Gojo chuckles as he pushes in deeper and deeper. Nanami slots his fingers into your mouth to suck on as you accommodate to the length. âRelax, baby. Clampinâ so much youâre gonna push me out.â he laughs shallowly, his thrusts matching as he begins to work you open.
âD-Daddy!â you gasp, back arching against Nanamiâs chest before he pulls you back towards him.
âWeâre so proud of you, princess.â Nanami shushes you, placing a kiss to your temple. You look at him with wide, trusting eyes, though he canât really concentrate as his own fixate on the way your tits bounce with each thrust Gojo inflicts onto you. âWhy donât you show your dad how I taught you to suck cock, hm?â
âOh? Now that Iâd like to see.â Gojo smiles, pulling out of you briefly. The sound of your sticky walls echoes through the room as he pulls out. The men help you onto all fours, and your daddy slots himself right back into your tight heat. The adjusted angle makes you fall forward, your head lolling as he finds a nice little trigger inside of you. âOh⌠there, huh? Okay, baby. Iâll fuck you right there.â Satoru tells you as he begins to fuck into you before slowing down.
Nanami takes his cock out of his briefs, tapping the tip against your swollen lips. They open, obediently, and you lick the precum heâs spilling directly from the source. Your hole flutters as he hisses, enamoured by the sensation.
âPerfect, princess. Such a good little girl for me.â Kento comments, and your heart beats harder. Youâre almost robbed of all sense as Gojo pistons his hips into you, and he leans forward to grab your hair and wrap it into a makeshift ponytail.
âNow that Iâm thinking about it, Kento, maybe we should teach her how college boys fuck. Since she wanted that experience so badly.â Satoru proposes, and Nanami considers it. He really considers it. And Gojo chuckles at that. âGo on⌠show her.â
Nanami nods, grabbing the sides of your head and fucking your face like youâre his own personal cocksleeve.
Itâs relentless and dizzying and you donât know how to settle. You canât possibly as youâre ruined from both ends. Thereâs no reprieve, thereâs no way to relax. Youâre trembling and moaning and fuck you never knew sex could be so intense. Nanami is always calm and patient with you. But this isnât that.
Theyâve ran out of patience with you.
It doesnât matter which way you try to retreat, youâre only encouraging the other one. More of Nanamiâs cock down your throat and more of Gojoâs hitting your g-spot.
âW-Weâll have to get you on the pill, sweetheart.â Gojo tells you, but itâs more like heâs telling himself. He knows he canât cum inside. He canât, but fuck, he wants to. He fucking needs to. âCollege guys, they like- leaving their- mark.â he thrusts again and again until heâs on the very brink of blowing his load. But his life wonât be worth living if he knocks his cute little daughter up. His marriage will be over. Heâll lose everything.
And with that, he pulls out and coats your pussy lips with his sperm. The loss of feeling from inside makes you cry out around Nanamiâs length, though you still canât pull away from him as he continues to use your mouth as his own personal toy. You never knew your uncle Nanamin had this side to him.
Heâs usually so sweet and patient.
He pulls out, too, depriving you of the taste of his cum and the chance to prove what a good girl you are. Though you take his load beautifully as he shoots soupy ropes across your pretty face. His heart skips a beat as your false lashes flutter and he realises a heavy glob stuck to them.
âCollege guys, sweetheart, might take pictures of you like this.â Satoru pulls his phone from his back pocket and takes a few photos of your quivering cunt. Youâve been neglected in the worst way, and itâs dawning on you now what he had meant by giving you the college experience. He tosses his phone to Nanami, encouraging him to do the same. Your innocent and betrayed face is captured so perfectly through the lens of the phone, Nanamiâs pearly seed is the perfect colour for your complexion.
âCollege guys would send these around to their friends too, you know.â Nanami warns you.
âBut weâll just keep these between ourselves.â Satoru promises you. âI think itâs only fair we didnât let you cum this time since you were so intent on disobeying your daddy.â
âI think sheâs learnt her lesson, though, Satoru.â Nanami speaks, pulling your hair so that you can look up at him and he can identify if you dare to lie to him. âFucking college boys doesnât sound that fun anymore, does it? Say sorry, princess. Your dad might let you cum next time if youâre a good girl.â
You sniff, and hiccup, unsure of where to look.
ââm s-sorry, daddy.â you sniffle, Nanami releases your hair and allows you to look back at Gojo, a wild grin on his face.
âAwe⌠sweet.â Gojo smiles, circling the bed so heâs standing beside Nanami, both of their eyes bore down at you with an intensity youâve never felt before. âI think weâre owed a thank you, we took the time to teach you such an important lesson, after all.â
âT-Thank you,â you sniff, again, âThank you, d-daddy. Thank you, uncle Nanamin.â
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Hi! Do you take requests?
If so, I think a fic bases on this excerpt:
"she can't have her parents walking in again. poor cassandraâŚfinding your daughter with her whole face buried in between a girl's thighs is not the most ideal situation"
of your cailtyn story would be phenomenal đ
If you don't, feel free to ignore this! :)
Let's start by saying Caitlyn knows how to eat pussy and loves doing it :3 babe could have it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and even dessert. she wouldn't call herself an expert per se, but she's quite proud of her talent.
sure, receiving it feels goodâbut what's better than knowing you're making a girl cum with just your mouth? to cait, absolutely nothing. the moans, the hair-pulling, the thighs clenching against her head ⥠ugh chef's kiss.
( she came untouched a few times from it but you did not hear it from me ok? )
it's usually one the first things she does when you successfully sneak into her room. like a reward for getting through massive place she calls home without anyone noticing.
your back against the bed and legs immediately spread to expose the sight she absolutely adores. god, she could just stare at it forever and it'd still have the same effect in between her own legs. new panties are needed.
she doesn't dive in face-first like an animal the second your clothes are off, even if she does feel like a starved woman. she starts by slowly kissing your thighs and caressing any bit of skin she can, hand sneaking up your abdomen and ribs to massage your breasts a littleâdon't mind it.
âShould I continue?â cocky because she already knows the answer is a breathy âyes, pleaseâ.
oh and she gets way more cocky once she finally starts working on you, soft and slow stripes and twirls with her tongue. nothing fancy yet; she wants to tease a little more.
the second your hips start bucking into her mouth though? girl, grab onto something because she takes the signs IMMEDIATELY.
legs propped up on her shoulder while her hands hold your hips down to keep control of them. the slurping sounds are almost pornographic with how sloppy she's being. no whine coming from you is gonna make her stop any time soon. she's enjoying it waaaay to much already.
if she's feeling nice she will add a finger or two while sucking ŕšŕŁâ curling them just right inside you, not in-and-out like crazy. her tongueâs already lapping at you pretty fast so no need to overwhelm youâŚyet.
she wishes you would look down at her for a sec to see that pretty expression better, but she also understands it's her own fault that your head is thrown back against the bed, clenching around her fingers while pulling at her hair. what a curse to be so good at pleasing girls.
she knew speeding up her movements wasn't a smart thing to do so late at night as soon as the loud whine that escaped your lips reached her ears. obviously louder than the previous ones.
the heavy thump on the door when it opened proved her right.
âCaitlyn.â
of course it had to be her mother out of all people.
cassandra's eyebrows furrowed as she looked away with a small huff, trying to erase the sight from her mind by blinking and observing every detail on the window. she thought caitlyn was trying to sneak out and get involved with stuff she shouldn't like she had done in the past with serious cases or something, not this!
âIt is 3 am; please take your⌠friend out of here.â a dismissive wave of her hand showed that there wasn't much room for arguingânone really because she's already out the door with a low mumble to herself before her daughter could say anything. tomorrow's talk is gonna be awful, that's for sure.
âjust keep quiet some more, then you can go home, alright?â the blue haired girl softly whispered, leaning up and kissing the soft skin on your shoulder to reassure that you're not leaving until you get a few well deserved orgasms, her fingers already going back to rubbing small circles.
she's not gonna let a pretty girl leave her bedroom unsatisfied even if it means getting caught again.
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satoru being one of those kids who was picked on and embarrassed with those cruel jokes. the âso and so likes you/wants to be friends with youâ ones, and when he goes up to them all excited like âwow new friend!!â they just end up embarrassing him in front of everyone because âwhy would i like you? or want to be friends with you? youâre super weird.â the entire class is laughing at him. heâs humiliated.
and now, as an adult, satoru struggles with telling when someone is being genuine to him. not many are, most people donât care to be around him which hurts in and of itself, but it hurts even worse when they pretend to like him only to end up betraying or disappointing him later. so when you come along, and he watches you approach him every day with a big smile and try and talk to him and you ask him if he wants to grab lunch together or hang out, satoru prepares himself for the worst.
he tries not to let himself get attached to you, and your friendly face, and the way you laugh at him because no one has ever laughed with him before, and those knowing stares you always give because satoru just knows one of these days youâre going to grow bored and leave him like everyone else has.
he keeps himself stuck in a constant state of denial, not realizing that your actions are indeed genuine and your motives are pure.
#everyone say thank u Logan bc they sent me the worst tiktok ever and Iâm sad#CHOOSE HIM!!!! DO NOT BE MEAN TO HIM OKAY OR I WILL SHOW UP AT YOUR HOUSE.#he has these super high walls up around his heart#every time someone shows him even the most basic kindness#satoru instantly believes they have ulterior motives. theyâre going to embarrass him. they want something from him.#they dont want him for him itâs just what he can do for them#â・ďžâď¸ summy is thinking . . . ・â#gojo satoru imagine#satoru angst#satoru imagine#satoru gojo imagine#satoru gojo angst#gojo x reader
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toji likes the nastiest head, yeah? look, you can paint him as good guy that had bad stuff happened to him or even argue that he was always the bad guy, but it still won't change the fact that this man likes his dick to be devoured. he would always have you on your knees on a cold tile floor because he likes the way you complain about your legs hurting. because that way, you get even more desperate to make him cum so he would free you and finally take you to the soft matress on the bed. initially, he'd let you try to take him whole (although you always fail), but then he feels you're playing too safe. what? you scared his dick is gonna make you gag? he rolls your hair in his wrist and pushes your head forward. this man won't let go that push for atleast a good 15 seconds even if your nails are digging in his thighs.
"shhh. don't panic. i know my good girl can take it." he finally lets go and you repel away so fast, head so dizzy that it takes a few second for it to come back to the scene. the drool on your lips is connected with his dark brown tip. when you finally took a few normal breaths, toji is yet again having you in the same position but this time he starts thrusting.
"that's right, baby. relax it for me, 'ight? gonna give that slutty little mouth what she deserves." his pace is so inhumane, you feel like you're running out of oxygen. not even a milisecond to let you breathe before he his plunging in your mouth again. you try to say something but it just comes out as a blabber. all he could hear was "gawkgawkgeffrmmhmgawkgawk"
"shit. can't even speak, hmm?" he mocks you. "fuck, gonna make me cum sweetheart. that sweet little mouth of yours is doing such a good job." you cry looking up at him. you are suck a cocksleeve when it comes to him.
"gunna take it likâangh! fhhuuck!" he yells and conjoins his cock with your throat, your nose pressing against his pubes. "takeit takeit takeit." he looks at you as you roll your eyes back. shit his dick is twitching so much. so much load being emptied in your mouth. he pulls out halfway through his orgasm and shoots the remaining load on your face. the spurts cover your cheeks, lips, your eyelashes. he holds his dick by the base and runs the tip on your face, spreading his cum all over. you are too facefucked to even argue or comprehend what he is doing at this point. your mushed up brain compels you to just moan mindlessly and take whatever he gives. that's the power this man (and his cock) holds on you.
#i choke on a croissant while writing this because i subconsciously started pretending it was toji#y'all this is self indulgent so do not embarrass me saying âbut he wouldn'tâ STFU#toji smut#jjk x reader#jjk smut#toji x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#toji fushiguro#toji fushigro x reader#fushiguro toji x reader#toji x you#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#toji x y/n#toji fushiguro smut#toji drabbles#jjk drabbles
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Dom!reader x sub!scarletella
Warning: fictional stuff - stimulation through a separate object (?), inspired by some fanarts (artists are amazing), teasing, degrading pet names
Iâm seeing so many fanarts that have this implanted and I HAVE to do something about my horniness thatâs holding me back from working so, as far as I understand, for mr. Scarlettela his real body is his umbrella or itâs at least connected to him - anyway, canât believe Iâm writing about homicipher bruh, I feel ashamed T^T
!!Spoiler warning!! This is not canon but has some elements from it
He is a good boy, he really is! Well, maybe not at all times, but heâs trying his best for you. And havenât you seen just how much he loves and trusts you? Heâs basically devoted to you! Like a faithful follower~ Handing the red umbrella he always carries over to you so easily, when he normally would never let anyone touch it, let alone give or lend it. Itâs just proof of how much he likes you!
So why were you so mean and destroyed it? You like him, didnât you know that his umbrella is connected to him? Why were you hurting him. He didnât understand, he didnât even know what to do. Because in the end, he still liked you.
Now this over 8 feet tall creature was kneeling in front of you, head lowered in confusion as he stared at the concrete floor. You were still holding the now broken umbrella, scoffing as you stared down at his rather pathetic form. It wasnât entirely broken, just some bend metal and rough ends, or a little tear here and there. Yet for some reason his clothes were torn and disheveled, hands shaking slightly as he kept mumbling the words âI donât understandâ or âI like youâ over and over again. At first he seemed intimidating, but now you didnât have an ounce of fear left.
There must have been a connection between him and this umbrella. Instead of speculating, best just ask him.
Slowly you pointed the long object in your hand at him, the tip pushed below his chin as you made him look up at you. His round, almost completely dark eyes stared right at you, one side was covered by his crimson hair. There were tears steaming down his cheeks, he was crying, how unexpected. The two of you locked eyes for a few seconds, and you wondered what you should do about this crazed man.
While their language was hard to grasp at first, you were getting the hang of it by now. âThis umbrella, is you?â The meaning of the question itself was unbelievable, but since this ghost realm exists, maybe your hypothesis wasnât that out of place. âYes. Me body.â Look at that, you were right. That explains why he suddenly got so sad. You groaned internally and pulled your arm back, using the umbrella as a cane instead.
As you were still thinking over your next step, his hands reached out to you hesitantly, and softly tugged at the ends of your coat. After stretching the fabric out a little, he leaned his forehead against it, mumbling almost inaudibly, âplease donât go, I like you.â You raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth subconsciously moving upwards as you snickered, âWhat?â His grip got a little tighter and his hand trembled from tensing his muscles so much, then he said a little louder, âI like you, donât you like me?â
God you wanted to laugh, this was so sad it was laughable. How in the world did he come to that conclusion? In that moment, you had a lot to say it him, but due to the language barrier you couldnât convey it really well. So you just talked to yourself, needing some time to vent.
âOh you poor thing.â You chuckled in your own language, the one he didnât understood. âWhat am I supposed to do with a perv like you?â He looked up at you again, wanting to ask what you said if not for your shoes that were pressing against his chest. â..what?â The person- or monster asked, but he didnât resist your touch and leaned back, following your guidance. From earlier up to this point, he has been kneeling, just this time he was also using his arms behind his back to stabilise himself.
Without changing the almost arrogant look in your eyes, you used the gift he gave you to trace some imaginary lines on his body. The tip glided from his jawline to the tip of his chin, and you asked, âyour name?â The heavy tension was something he also caught on, and he hesitated, not knowing to what this would lead. He shook his head, forcing out a âdonât knowâŚâ
You hummed slowly, showing you understood the message. Nonetheless, you continued to move the tip down his neckline all the way to his toned collarbones, âIâll give you a name.â His eyes widened even more, it made him look objectively creepier, but you thought he looked like a dumb puppy. All big eyes, bearing a deep need and raw desire in his pupils. âHow about,â then, just like drawing with a stick in the mud, you traced the word, âScarlet,â over his chest, simultaneously voicing out the word.
He shuddered as the hard surface scribbles around his torso, squeezing his lips together while he tried to stay still for you. You werenât being exactly gentle there. When you stopped to glance at him, he quickly nodded. That wasnât the end to your little play yet, and you slid the pointy end across his abs and stomach, down to his thighs, making him spread them a little wider, âI gave you a name, so youâll be my servant from now on. Understood?â This has been said in your language, but you hoped heâll get the overall meaning.
Again he nodded. In his head, being your servant meant you liked him, right? Otherwise you wouldnât keep him around! So how could he ever say no.
âUse your mouth.â You ordered, digging the tip into his flesh a little, and he answered shortly after, âI understand, me happy.â Sweat was forming on his forehead, and his previous crying ceased. Instead a faint taint of pink covered his cheeks, and he stared at you almost manically. âGood.â You said, which was basically a praiseâ right? âand he smiled, a shaky, breathless one.
A little behind you was a chair, and you dragged it closer to the still kneeling man below you. Even you were starting to get tired of standing, so you sat down in a comfortable position. âWhat now.â You said to yourself, not really paying him any attention anymore. It would be nice if you had a collar, would red or black look better on him? But your resources were limited, and you didnât exactly have a lot of things with you as well. Thatâs when you absentmindedly thought over what you did own.
Besides that crowbar youâve found down here, you really didnât have a lot. Well, you also had a broken umbrella nowâ hold up, thatâs right, you own him now. A rather sadistic thought came to mind, and you pondered to what limit you could control him with this red, unusual umbrella. Would he feel your presence when you just hold it? You got lost in your thoughts again, fumbling with the torn textile and the handle. This didnât stop until a strange sound caught your attention.
Your eyes left the red batch of fabric in your hands, and instead wandered to the other red thing in the room. He crawled into a ball, arms folded in front of his body while his head pressed against the ground. It looked like he was in pain again, though you werenât sure if these noises were whimpers of pain or pleasure. âYou okay?â You eventually asked, and he whispered in a higher pitch, âme okay..!â
Once again your gaze returned to the umbrella. He must be in this state due to something you did, and so you tightened your grip around the handle while mindlessly drawing a line with your index finger on the panel. As expected, his shoulder jerked upwards even more, and he rolled more together, as if he wanted to take up as little space as possible. His entire body was twitching, also for some reason his coat was only hanging off his arms now.
âYou are into it.â You commented, not even too shocked to learn this rather unnecessary fact. At least you can have your fill of fun with this. âWhat about this?â Suddenly you started moving your hand up and down the handle, rubbing the umbrella panel with the other hand. It was a truly humbling experience to do something implied sexual to a literal object, but your eyes were glued to the ghost before you, so you didnât even notice how weird it must have looked.
And sure enough, there was a change in his behaviour, he got louder. Your smile widened involuntarily, and your pace also got quicker and rougher. Oh fucking hell, if he was really feeling that kind of sensations, you wonât be able to stop yourself. It was like you were hypnotised, concentrated on nothing but his expressions. On the different ways his face twisted into one of ecstasy.
A big, dark, lunatic grin, paired with fanatic eyes that were ripped wide open. Some hints of a scarlet blush covering his face while sweat rolled down his face. Those perverse sounds he made were proof of the probably internal pleasure he felt, and he quivered all over, still bend down on the floor. Now that youâve got a better grasp of what was happening, you realized he was crawled together to hide something.
âNgh, hgGnn- ah..! PleaseâŚâĽď¸ď˝â he whined at your feet, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth and landing on the floor. Youâve been fumbling with the handle for some time, so youâve gotten bored again and was curious about if the textile was a part of his being as well. Without a second thought, you simply stuck two fingers between the folds, and you were met with a heavily muffled moan.
âArghhh-âŚMmmHFfffFď˝ âĄâĄâĽď¸â Once he felt your touch, he bit into his own palm to quiet himself down. At some point he started crying again, glistening tears decorating his already ruined face. You didnât think his reaction would be this good, this lewd, whatever you did, he must have liked it a lot. Which is why, despite the absurdity of your actions, you moved your fingers in and out of the holes or just randomly caressed whatever part you felt like touching.
Out of nowhere you felt something tugging at your coat again, it gave off a sense of Deja vu. Of course it was him, who was only pinching the corner of it with a shaky hand. His grip had lost any strength compared to before, and you couldnât help but smile in satisfaction. âWhat?â You asked him, though you didnât stop your administrations. He cried out when he opened his mouth to speak, breaking down in front of you, for your entertainment only.
âHaaaa-HnnGh⌠wait, p-please wait-!âĄâ Was he telling you it was too much? Itâs making you want to overstimulated him even more. He was being so pathetic it was cute. Without wasting a single second, you went as fast as you could, blatantly ignoring his pleads. Based on your own observations, he must have been close, if he was similar to a real person. âFeels good?â You asked, to make sure he was alright. He didnât reply again and only nodded all weakly, but youâll let it slide this time.
He felt so hot and strange, it was a nice but unfamiliar feeling. Not only that, he felt something burning building up inside him and it was threatening to spill. Thatâs why he wanted you to slow down. Poor thing was confused, absolutely baffled what this warm feeling was. Is it love? It must be love. He loved you and you loved him after all. All in all it wasnât a bad feeling, and since you seemed happy, he is too!
Another sudden wave of pleasure coursed through him, his eyes were clouded with lust and bliss, and the dirty whimpers that slipped past his lips got more erotic by the second. How desperate and lovesick he sounded, begging, pleading, squirming and trashing around on the spot. Thighs pressed together while his toes curled, back arched as a last moan ripped from his throat, ânnNgGHhh âĄâĽď¸ âĄď˝â Just as you predicted, that must have been his climax. Nowâs the question, did he came in his pants? Did such things still have a reproductive system?
My my, it seems that is the case, whatever it was it seeped through the dark fabric of hi trousers, causing an even darker spot to appear.
You only caught glimpses of it since he was hiding his own body so much, but you were content nevertheless. Since he was so obedient the entire time, you decided to be nice to him with the limited vocabulary you had. âCute.â His kneeling figure was still shuddering and twitching, ragged gasps and pants were also coming from him. But for him, the only thing he could hear was your voice ringing and echoing in his mind, as well as the awfully loud beats of his own heart.
After all this time, you finally praised him! Well you did before but this time he was sure of it! And you found him cute! He was so happy he couldnât stop grinning. Thatâs when you said, âdo you want anything?â It was to kind of make up for making a fool out of him, or maybe for breaking his umbrella. He didnât even think before quickly turning his head up, slurring out, âg-give me you name?â You blinked, that wouldnât have been what you wished for but oh well. Right before you simply told him the answer you stopped yourself, and responded teasingly, âcall me master.â
You werenât sure if he knew the meaning behind it, but it didnât matter. He had a blank look for a few seconds, mumbling to himself, most likely repeating that word a thousand times. While he did that, he let his head hang low again, facing the floor. His hair hid his face really well, and you couldnât read his expression. âYou alright?â You asked once the silence started to make you feel uneasy.
He placed both his hand on the floor and leaned down, until his face was hovering centimetres above your shoe, and he whispered eagerly, excessively so, âIâm happy, master. I love you.â Before kissing the tip of your shoe. You stared down in disbelief, a shiver running down your spine. He was more of a freak than you thought.
The moment he was done, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, proceeding to yank on it, making him face you on eye-level while he gasped in surprise. Your other hand clutched the umbrella more tightly, causing him to groan slightly. âStupid dog.â You chuckled with a sinister smile spread across your face, watching as hearts appeared in the middle of his pupils.
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