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I had a fic request !! I adore your writing sm I loved the soft cute moments with hotch and the reader eee :)
Iâve really been wanting to read pre!relationship hotch x reader or early on when they start showing more care for one another, if the reader is not feeling well or might be coming down with a cold and hotch gets the chance to take care of them in quiet ways! bonus points if heâs being subtle in front of the team, but much more caring in private aaaa I am melting
If you feel like it!! Iâll just be scrolling thru all your works now :)
Warmth



Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: SFW, pre-relationship, fluff, no use of (y/n)
A/N: Hello my lovely anon. Thank you so much. You've no idea how much it means to me that you loved my writing. If you want an easy way to navigate through my hotch fics, just look up the tag #hotchnerwritescm. I keep intending to make a masterlist, but I've just been so caught up with IRL stuff and my med exams </3. Anyways, here is your request, I adored the idea! I wrote this in an hour, so I'm sorry for any grammar errors, I didn't proof-read as much as I usually do. Anyways, I hope it's what you wanted, and that you like it!!! Lots of love. Can't wait to hear more from you :)đ
PS. let me know if the formatting is off. looks good on mobile but not laptop for me đ€š
My requests are open. Send me stuff! :)
It had started as a dull throb at your temple. It was easy to ignore; youâd had headaches like these your whole life. But as the hours stretched on, the pain only intensified. It had spread to your limbs, making your skin feel too warm and your head too foggy.
You werenât sick, not really. At least thatâs what you kept telling yourself. Youâd push through it. It was probably just the office AC running too cold or just stress from unending paperwork. Either way, you didnât have time for it.
Which is why you tried to ignore the slight shiver racking through your body as you reached for yet another file.
ïżœïżœïżœAre you all right?â
Hotch. Damn.Â
Were you that obvious?Â
You blink up at him, feeling like youâd got caught with your hand in the cookie jar. He was standing just beside your desk, arms crossed. His posture was utterly relaxed, but his gaze was sharp, assessing. His expression was unreadable to most, but youâd learned his subtleties. His Hotch-isms, as youâd dubbed it.
âIâm fine,â you mumble. Too defensive.
Hotch didnât look too convinced.Â
You clear your throat nervously, pushing through the scratchiness and offering him a small smile, hoping that would get him off your back. âJust a little tired, Hotch.â
There was a pause. Not long, but you could feel the weight of his scrutiny. Then, without a word, Hotch left. With a sigh of relief, you turn back to your report, forcing yourself to focus on the words. Eventually, one page blurred into the next, the steady scratch of your pen filling your ears. It was almost enough to lull you into a rhythm, your body switching to autopilot.
That was, until a very familiar presence returned to your desk.
You glance up as Hotch places something down beside your elbowâ a cup of tea, steam curling up from the rim.
It was chamomile, made just the way you liked it. âYouââ
Your wings curl around the cup, warmth seeping into your skin. You hadnât asked for this. Hadnât even thought about it. But as you lift the cup, inhaling the familiar scent, the realisation settles.
Aaron had seen you make it once, late at night on the jet, after a gruelling week-long case. Youâd thought everyone else was asleep, so youâd allowed yourself the small comfort of your ritualâquiet, familiar, something just for you. But heâd noticed. And somehow, he had remembered.
You swallow past the lump in your throat.Â
Hotch didnât wait to hear whatever you had been about to say.
âDrink it,â he commands, voice slipping into the space between your thoughts. Then, as if he hadnât just caught you completely off guard, he turned and walked away again.
You stare after him for a minute too long, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the tea.
Subtle.
But not to you.
The rest of the day, you caught thingsâ small, almost imperceptible. The way he passed you a tissue before you realised you needed one. The way his voice softened when he told you, âGo home. Get some rest.â
ââââââââ
By the time you made it home, you were struggling to keep your eyes open. The air in your apartment was still, save for a faint hum coming from your heater. You kick off your shoes by the door, making no effort to line them up on the shoe rack. You were a tidy person by nature, but tonight you couldnât care less.
All you wanted was the warmth of your bed.
You drift towards your bed, pulling one of your heavier blankets around yourself. You sink down into your bed with a slow exhale, your body releasing some of the tension you had been carrying all day. You curl into yourself, slowly lowering your head against your pillows. You let your eyes flutter shut, willing sleep to take over.
Then, cruelly, your doorbell rang.Â
Maybe theyâd go away if you ignored the door. But the bell rang again, the insistent tone tearing through your haze. Frowning, you sit up slowly. No one ever came over this late. Dragging yourself to your feet, you shuffle over to the door, the blanket still draped over your shoulders like a sorry cape. When you finally drag the door open, you freeze.Â
Aaron Hotchner.
The last person youâd expected to see. Standing in your doorway. Holding a bag with what looked like a robot on it.Â
What on earth? Maybe this was the hallucination stage of your fever.
You blink at him, slow and disoriented.Â
âAaron?â
His expression was unreadable, but there was something soft in the way he looked at youâsomething close to amusement, something fond. âYou shouldnât be so surprised.â
âIââ Your voice came out rough, throat tight with exhaustion. You swallow against it, staring at him like he might disappear if you blinked too hard. Moving slightly to let him in, you ask, âWhat are you doing here?â
He gestures vaguely towards the bag. âI didnât know if you had anything at home. Figured soup was a safe bet. I even stole Jackâs lunch bag for you.â
You stare at it, then back at him.
For a second, you didnât move. Your brain wasnât functioning.
Warmth bloomed in your chest, too overwhelming, too much for how tired you felt.
âYou didnât have to do that,â you murmur, voice quieter now.
Hotch met your gaze, steady and unwavering. âI know.â
The words sat between you, heavy with things unsaid.
You reach for the bag, and your fingers brush his. He didnât pull away immediately. The touch
lingered, warm and deliberate, before he finally stepped towards your living room.
âSit,â he instructs, voice gentle but firm. âEat. And try to get some sleep.â
You huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you pull the soup out.
âYou take care of everyone like this?â you tease, reaching for bowls and cutlery.
Something flickered across his faceâsomething private, something just for you.
âNot quite like this,â he admitted.
And just like that, the cold didnât seem so bad anymore.
Thank you for reading! I appreciate any likes/comments/reblogs/follows. Constructive criticism is welcome. Do not plagiarise my content and/or post it anywhere without crediting me.
Dividers by @/cafekitsune
#criminal minds#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#hotchnerwritescm#aaron hotchner x f!reader#aaron hotchner fluff#hotchnerwritesjjk#hotch x reader#hotch x bau!reader#aaron hotchner x bau!reader#aaron hotchner x you#hotch x you#hotch fluff#hotch x f!reader
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I had this idea and I HAD to write it because I know my bitchass would NOT write it any other time (it's 5 in the morning and I haven't slept)
CW: explicit smut, I think - GN!reader - Mean!Satoru - uhhh rough seggs - Toru being an asshole - eating out/bj/whatever (reader receiving) - overstimulation I believe - a bit (probably a lot) of degrading/humiliation and stuff... he calls you a slut like two times - pet names used: baby, sweets, love - he refers to himself as "daddy" once but there's nothing else about that - mentions of death but like he's just joking - aftercare. (Not proofread) tell me if I missed anything!
English is my second language and I'm sleep deprived auauughh this is probably shit but I hope you enjoy hehe cause I personally love mean!Satoru he makes me go tehehehhehwojspsjpsj. Sorry if there are any typos ;((
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We've all read the fics, we've all seen the man, we've watched the show and I can't get this image outta my head, this little broken tape going off in my brain that Satoru is one of the biggest meanies when y'all are going at it. Doesn't matter what you are, what's in your pants, if you're giving or takingâ he's mean.
Satoru is the type of guy that would keep you spread for him while he goes down on you, not caring if your thighs start to cramp or your legs feel sore. At some point it's not even about your pleasure anymore. He just wants to see how far he can push you, what new faces you can make, what little noises he can take out of you and Oh his favorite: how many times can he make you cum with just his mouth in a certain time limit.
He starts going and counts, each and every one of your orgasms, while also keeping track of the time. He's the strongest, he's definitely broken some records and one thing he really loves is breaking his own records. How many times can he make you cum in 15 minutes? How about 10? How about 2?!
"C'mon, love..."
"just one more, yeah? Oh I know, I know it's hurting but I'm almost breaking my last record, isn't that amazing??"
"Puh-leaseee? I'm making you feel good too, aren't I? Don't deny it, babe. I'm pretty sure everyone heard us with how loud you were being."
"No no no, I'm not saying it's baaad. Actually, makes me curious about how many noise complaints we can get in a weekâ"
Satoru is the type of guy to literally make fun of you while he's rearranging your guts. The type of guy that laughs in your face when you're crying all prettily, telling him that 'oh you can't take it' or how 'it's too big!' He's folding you in half at this point, not even letting you look away, hide your face in the pillows or anything as one of his hands keeps you still for him and the other holds onto your face, cupping you cheeks and squishing them together to make your face all pouty and adorable; you're just drooling and your eyes keep rolling back but Oh you better pay attention to him otherwise he's slowing down until you're begging for him to go faster and harder.
His thrusts suddenly become so weak and lazy and it's just not enough but he doesn't care, doesn't care that it practically hurts him too, he just wants to see you try and beg him to move with that fucked out lil brain of yours.
"Ah- Ah- Ah~! Harder, Toru! Puh-leaseee, faster, daddy!" As he giggles and mimics your voice (very horribly).
"Oh it's too big? But you're taking it so well, love, look at you! Shiiit~ I'm all the way in your tummy, see? Yeahhh well maybe you can't with all those tears but I definitely can."
"Hey, eyes on me, sweetsâ thereee we go~ Lemme see your pretty face, yeah?"
"What was that? Oh you're gonna cum? Again? That's a bit rude, baby, don't you think? You're being really greedy tonight. But it's okay, you can cum~ I'm feeling generous tonigt."
Satoru is the type of guy to pull on your hair when he's fucking you from behind, just to bring you closer to himself and make your back arch almost uncomfortably, just to whisper dirty ass shits in your ears that he knows would get you off.
He's got you on all fours and his free hand is on your ass, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh as he pounds into you, sometimes giving it a little smack, groaning and moaning deeply against your neck and sometimes whimpering if you give a roll of your own hips as well. He's not shy and doesn't see why some guys hold back their moans... you seem to like it a lot, so he definitely won't stay quiet.
"Fuuuck baby~ you're so tight and so fucking warmâ mmm! I'm gonna break you... uh-huh, you're gonna stay here in bed for at least a week, sweets. And I'm gonna take good care of you, yeah? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Staying here, full of my cum as we just cuddle and hide away from the world... I'll give you load after load, baby, as many as you want~"
"Taking my cock so fucking well, like a good little slutâ no no no, don't you dare run away, sweets~ fuckkk... I can feel you squeezin' me, baby. You like when I call you that? Like when I treat you like the lil slut you are?"
"Oh fuckâ please, give it to me sweets, please! Wanna feel you, baby, wanna feel you tightening upâ shiiit.. just like that! I'm gonna fill you up so good~ just a little more, 'k? You can take it... yeah you can, good job~"
Satoru is the type of guy that's mean during sex but Oh so sweet afterwards. Man does not care how many rounds you've all been through or how tired he is... he's giving you a nice warm bath and a massage because he just can't have his sweet partner be in pain, can he?
He talks all that shit about making you unable to walk but god he thinks he'd die if he had to stay in bed with you for a whole day! He loves you, don't get me wrong. He loves spending time with you and just being with you merely in your presence but he's an active person to say the least and he can't just sit still for more than 10 minutes!
So you best believe he's giving you the best aftercare as soon as you guys are done. A glass of water to sooth your throat, soft towels to clean you up with, a nice warm bath along with a massage to make sure you won't be sore by the next few hours and finally he takes you to bed and cuddles you, kissing you all over your face and mumbling little "I love you"s again and again and again.
"You were so good for me today... such an angel. God, I'm so lucky to have you."
"I love you, you know that, right? I love you so much. You're the best thing that happened to me. I love you... did I mention that I love you??"
"If you ever leave me I'm gonna cry myself to death and then haunt you in your dreams and possibly fuck you there if you let me. Sorry, was that too descriptive? I just love you so much, sweets. You can't blame a guy for loving his amazing wonderful perfect sexy partner, can you?"
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First post and it's a thirst daaaamn. I'm not making a good first impression y'all I'm sorry đâïž
#jujutsu kaisen#anime and manga#bottom male reader#female reader#gender neutral reader#gn reader#trans reader#ftm reader#idc he's bi all of you have a chance#chubby reader#/because that's what I had in mind but it's not even described đđ#jjk satoru#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#jjk gojo#jjk smut#gojo smut#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#im sleepy and khkhkhhhh mememmememe#bottom reader#uhh what else#satoru gojo is an asshole#but we love him for that#jujutsu gojo
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hey divađ im craving angstđ„°đ i was wondering if you could write some angst w comfort with ex-boyfriend! shidou??? maybe it can go something like this fic? but OFC in ur own lovely style and w shidou instead of sukuna hehehe, thank u in advance <3 love u girl
i donât really like how this one turned out but i hope itâs ok :â)
âlet me finish myââ you hung up the phone the moment you heard shidouâs voice on the other end.
it had been almost a month since you broke up with himâalmost a month since he embarrassed you in front of your friends, picking a fight with your best friendâs boyfriend and getting you both kicked out of your favorite restaurant, banned from ever coming back. that night, he swore heâd never do something like that again, promised heâd behave, for you.
only to turn around and start an argument with the barista at a coffee shop just for wishing you a good day. he didnât throw a punch, so youâd give him thatâbut he did make the poor guy cry.
so ever since then heâs been trying to win you back, ordering food to your place, leaving flowers at your job, and honestly you thought that was sweet, until you heard he called the guard at your workplace insults on his way back.
you sighed, tossing your phone onto the couch and pinching the bridge of your nose. shidou never did anything halfwayâwhether it was love or chaos, he threw himself in headfirst, dragging everyone along for the ride.
a knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts. you already knew who it was.
âgo home, shidou.â
ânah.â
of course.
another knock, more insistent this time. âcâmon, babe, youâre really gonna leave me out here?â
âyes.â
âcold,â he muttered, but you could hear the grin in his voice.
you rolled your eyes but still found yourself walking to the door, arms crossed as you opened it just a crack. and there he was, standing in the dim light of the hallway, his usual cocky smirk in placeâbut there was something else too, something more desperate in the way his eyes searched your face.
âi donât wanna fight,â he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. âjust let me talk.â
you exhaled sharply, stepping back to let him in. he didnât waste a second, slipping inside like he belonged thereâbecause, for a long time, he did.
he turned to face you, running a hand through his hair. âlook, i know i fucked up.â
âwhich time?â
he let out a short laugh, but it lacked his usual arrogance. âfair.â
silence settled between you, heavy and uncertain.
ââŠi just donât get why youâre so mad.â
your eyes snapped to his. seriously?
âshidou, you got me banned from my favorite restaurant, made a barista cry, and insulted the guard at my jobââ
âhe was being a dick first.â
ââand you donât get why iâm mad?â
he stared at you for a moment, then sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âi just.. i donât like people getting too close to you.â
you scoffed. âso your solution is to pick a fight with every guy who so much as looks at me?â
he shrugged, unbothered. âyeah, kinda.â
you wanted to strangle him. but more than that, you wanted to kiss him. and that was the real problem.
âyou canât just act like an asshole and expect me to take you back.â
âthen tell me what to do,â he said, stepping closer, his voice softer now. âtell me how to fix it.â
your breath hitched. because the thing about shidou was that, despite everything, despite his impulsiveness and reckless mouth, he meant it. when he loved, he loved.
âstart by apologizing.â
he smirked. âfor what, exactly?â
you shoved his shoulder. âshidou.â
âalright, alright,â he laughed, catching your wrist before you could push him again. âiâm sorry, okay? for real.â
his grip on your wrist loosened, but he didnât let go. and maybe, just maybe, you didnât want him to.
shidou watched you closely, his usual cocky grin flickering, just for a second, into something softer. something almost nervous.
âso? that enough, or do i gotta get on my knees?â he teased, but there was an edge to itâlike heâd actually do it if you told him to.
you bit the inside of your cheek, fighting back a smirk. âhmm, tempting.â
his brows lifted. âoh? you like the idea of me begging?â
âmaybe,â you hummed, pulling your hand from his grasp and stepping back, just to make him sweat a little. âdepends how bad you want me back.â
shidou groaned, dragging a hand down his face before flashing you a lopsided grin. âbabe, câmonâi already said sorry. i even brought flowers.â
âand called my workplace security a dumbass on the way out,â you reminded him.
he opened his mouth, then shut it, knowing you had him there.
you sighed, pretending to think it over. âi donât know, shidou. i think you need to suffer a little more.â
he narrowed his eyes at you. âsuffer?â
âmhm.â you leaned against the counter, feigning innocence. âif you really want me back, you better make it good.â
for once, shidou was quiet, watching you like he was trying to figure out your next move. then, just as quickly, his smirk returned.
âalright, fine,â he said, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. âhow âbout thisâiâll do anything you want. whatever it takes to prove iâm serious.â
you raised an eyebrow. âanything?â
his smirk deepened. âanything.â
you tapped your chin, drawing it out, making sure he really meant it. then, finally, you grinned.
âokay,â you said, crossing your arms. âfirst, youâre buying me dinner. at a place i choose. and youâre not getting us banned this time.â
shidou let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. âdone.â
âand youâre apologizing to the barista.â
he groaned. âbabeââ
âah, ah,â you cut him off, tilting your head. âanything, remember?â
he muttered something under his breath but ultimately sighed in defeat. âfine.â
satisfied, you pushed off the counter, finally closing the small gap between you. âgood. then maybeâmaybeâiâll think about taking you back.â
shidou smirked, his eyes softening as he held your gaze. âguess i better make it count, then.â his voice dropped, the playful edge turning into something more sincere.
maybe, just maybe, youâd let him.
#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#bllk x you#blue lock x you#bllk fluff#blue lock fluff#shidou ryusei x reader#shidou x reader#bllk angst
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i think another thing worth adding to all the conversations is that my existence as a trans person in this fandom is not a form of protest. (under the cut because it's long)
i think it's easy to fall into the mindset that being in this space as someone from a community jkr has harmed is protest in and of itself. or that merely engaging with queer stories is an act of protest - "jkr would hateee what we write!", "jkr already hates me so-" etc etc but that doesn't alleviate the harm caused. that doesn't change the fact that all of this is relevance and promotion of her universe (esp over on tt) so,,, what actually is your act of protest?
i think it's important to recognise that jkr doesn't know us. she doesn't know me, she doesn't know you, she doesn't look at this space and consider the demographic of it (outside of potential promotions), she simply sees a group of people engaging with her works that could potentially be drawn back into profitting her (again, promotions - thinking here about the official HP tiktok queerbaiting). in her own words, when asked how she felt about losing a community from engaging, she replied: "i read my most recent royalty check and find that the pain goes away pretty quickly".
me existing as a trans person - both inside and outside of this space - is not a form of protest, it's just existing. my heart beating and continuing to beat throughoit everything is not an act of protest, it's me living.
me being trans is not a protest.
everything else? everything i do rather than everything i am? that's the protest.
it's just,,, coming off the back of all the tiktoks being made (which btw, endlessly thankful. sucks that now is the time but it's never Too Late to start talking about it and i'm thankful to everyone who has shouldered some of the weight over the last few days) i'm seeing a lot of comments like "but so many of the creators in this space are trans!!! how do we STILL have an issue with transphobi-"
because outside of being a cool sticker to show your inclusion and diversity, the vast majority of people don't care. because outside of going "hey look, we uplift trans people by making them popular", no one really considers us.
when you argue about headcanons, when you argue about "proper cosplays", when you post your videos of the studios whilst following us, when you do so many thingssss, you don't consider how it affects us. or, when we use our voices, if it's not about a headcanon or a fic? we're ignored.
for example, you'll argue about fem sirius but when we say "hey, maybe debating what makes a man a Proper Man is harmful", you roll your eyes and go "yeah but,,,,, he's meant to be MACHO MANLY đĄâđ»" and i'm left watching people debate whether wearing makeup makes me - a real life trans man - less of a man. you'll argue that it makes wolfstar straight and i turn to my real life cis male boyfriend and ask if he's ever wanted me to Look Normal, or if anyone has ever questioned his "boyfriend", and he'll shake his head and ask why i'm worried, and i have to bring up a Fictional Wizard.
we're used as almost an act of protest by the fandom on tiktok??? used a lot as a "look at how trans inclusive this fandom is!" but when trans people say how they're treated and made to feel? the biggest concern is if this will affect their content.
existing as or engaging in something that jkr would hate is not an act of protest if that protest starts and ends with fictional characters. if that same inclusion and strive for representation and inclusion is not reflected with the issues that affect these creators you use as signposts for inclusion, then it's not an act of protest.
jkr doesn't care that you read trans regulus or that a trans person in this space has 300k followers, she cares if you're going to giving her money or not - so what are You doing to prove to Us that you won't?
engaging with queer media isn't an act of protest if you turn a blind eye to the creator of the franchise whilst she harms queer people. and it's not an act of protest if you ignore those that Do speak about it, because it's affecting the content you want.
my existence here isn't the protest. me being in this space as a trans person? that changes nothing. everything else i do is the protest. not my identity, but the fight to protect it.
#robyn's jkr yaps#seen a few comments about how the tiktok fandom is going to look less inclusive if trans people keep leaving#and all i can think about is the word Look there.#it will Look less inclusive.#but for us it's never really Been inclusive#because having us here means nothing if we're constantly defending our right to exist
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hello!! i love your writing itâs so good, could u do a fic where reader is a famous actor and she decides to go to a basket ball game for the first time and is sat court side, u can go wherever u want from there idkk
courtside - lamelo ball



you walk into the arena, the buzzing energy of the crowd hitting you like a wave. the lights are bright, and the air smells like popcorn and excitement. you, y/n l/n, famous actress, used to this kind of attention, but thereâs something about tonight that feels different. you're here to unwind, to enjoy the game and forget about the cameras and red carpets for a while.
finding your seat, you slide into it with a comfortable ease. the game starts, and you lose yourself in the rhythm of the courtâthe bounce of the ball, the swish of the net, the roar of the fans. youâve always loved basketball, the way the players move like theyâre dancing, like they're all in sync with the game.
midway through the first quarter, something catches your eye. one of the players, lamelo ball, dribbles down the court, his tall frame moving smoothly, effortlessly. thereâs an undeniable confidence in his step, a swagger, and as he shoots a flawless three-pointer, the crowd erupts. but, strangely, your gaze doesnât leave him. for a moment, it feels like heâs looking right back at you.
you try to shake it off, figuring itâs just the lighting, or maybe itâs all in your head. but then, after a few more plays, you notice him glance over again. this time, he doesnât look away. a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and you canât help but feel a flutter in your chest.
after a few minutes, the game pauses for a timeout. the arenaâs energy dips slightly as the players gather. lameloâs eyes linger in your direction for just a second longer, and before you know it, heâs jogging towards the sidelines, pulling off his jersey with a casual air. your heart skips. is this really happening?
he approaches the section where youâre sitting, his confident swagger now unmistakable as he flashes you a quick grin. "hey," he says, his voice deep but warm, almost like heâs known you forever.
"hi," you reply, a little caught off guard by how direct heâs being. your heart beats faster now, your mind racing with thoughts you can barely keep up with.
"i saw you earlier. youâre y/n l/n, right?" lamelo asks, looking at you with curiosity in his eyes.
you nod, surprised he recognized you. "yeah, thatâs me."
"thought you looked familiar." he shrugs, his smile widening. "what brings you to the game?"
"just needed to get away for a bit," you say, your voice more casual than you feel. "how about you? just another day on the court?"
he laughs, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "yeah, but i gotta admit, i was hoping to make a good impression tonight."
you canât help but laugh, feeling the spark between you both grow. youâve always admired confidence, and lamelo has that in spades.
"well, youâre doing pretty well so far," you tease, feeling your nerves start to melt away.
he grins again, stepping a little closer. "good to know. maybe after the game, i could show you around? i know a few places around here that are perfect for unwinding."
you hesitate for just a second, but the thought of spending time with him sounds pretty nice. you nod, your smile matching his.
"yeah," you say, voice soft but steady. "i think thatâd be nice."
he winks at you before turning back to the court, ready to jump back into the game. but the connection is there, undeniable, hanging between you both like an invisible thread.
as the game continues, you canât help but keep an eye on lamelo, watching how he plays with a fire and focus that matches his personality. and in the back of your mind, you already know that tonight might turn into something unforgettable.
#gelo ball#lamelo ball#lamelo ball fic#lamelo ball fluff#lamelo ball imagine#lamelo ball smut#lamelo ball x reader#lavar ball#lonzo ball#nba
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1) the sunrise!!!đđ itâs back to being beautiful now thst it isnât raining/cloudy every dayđ«¶
2) the only time he was a good boy todayđđč
3) salpaâŠ.weird jelly creatures that fill the beaches now but theyâre harmless!!
4) Iâm not the best photographer but THERE ARE TWO HUGE JELLYFISHâŠsee if you can spot themđ”ïžââïž theyâre bigger than my headđđđ my bf swam this morning and he said ONE WENT RIGHT PAST HIM đ„đ„ (heâs crazy)
5) finally feeling better & starting to teach my art classes againđ„č a student made that necklace for me over the summer so ofc I had to wear itđ€đ
#sorry I havenât been super active it is a combo of getting back to working a lot after a lazy summer plus#Iâm almost done with the next chapter of my fic after many months but itâs been really hard to start writing again đ„Č#plus this next chapter is kind ofâŠđđ idk itâs just really heavy & difficult and I want to get it right#bc itâs a moment Iâve been working towards and imagined when I first thought of the idea for it#so I put a lot of pressure on myself to make sure itâs good#but once I finish it Iâll be back to posting these little sketches/paintings etc đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶#anyways my diary post of the day bahahahahahahahahahahahahaaha#my life is pretty boring but I like to find ways to make it seem exciting (to me lol)
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#silv rambles#so my dad has convinced his lawyers that hes got capacity and has revoked the PoA and Enduring Guardianship that i never wanted to be#ahh i am so glad to be free#the anxiety and depression i have felt especially since last june#is almost unexplainable#i did this for my sister I who really put herself through SO much trying to help this man who is selfish beyond measure & always has been#she tries to give him grace for the Huntington's but the truth is hes always been manipulating and self centred#hes stolen the last months of my mum he stole my recovery from cancer he stole our grieving period and he caused me to start having#panic attacks again and opened up trauma from csa (not him) that i had long dealt with by raising it without preface or warning#anyway#he wanted us removed as he has changed his mind and realised he'll be better off if he doesn't divorce his wife#and we are concerned that he doesn't understand the full impact of this#but hes been found to have enough capacity to make some choices so hes appointed her son- his step son- who he says will be impartial#lmao#anyway anyway#its all ao long and HORRIBLE and boring#but hes made his choices and wr are free#and i hope my sister I geta some peace#and i think all of us (my three sisters and I) can grieve mama and start to live with joy how she wants#and tomorrow im going to the ladies baths to swim in the ocean and then ill do some gardening and then#I don't know#finish my weaving#finish my seamus fic#who fucking knows#but i won't have yo be replying to messages berating me for something I never did in the first place or demanding i do something immediately#while also telling me i am stupid as im dyslexic and probably don't understand what he wants#etc etc#i want to write a proper post about this but i just need to get this out of me for now
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not sure what i did to chase off the other guy who was up here?? his stuff is still here but he left a while ago and hasn't returned yet ?????
#idk man#i have made slightly more progress than i had been before and the coffee is quite good :)#at least the latte that i got is!#but not as much progress as i had hoped to be making :(#i think i need to start a sprint and that may help#i did also have to reread through loyal dog to see where i had left off and ive written a few random notes#both for loyal dog as well as the 5+1 fic and i think another one#which is good. notes count as writing.#but still#im gonna do a sprint and see if that helps also keep my focus#i also have already almost finished my latte so i have to decide if i want to get another coffee or not....#in case anyone was wondering btw the outsider POV is in fact#wip: loyal dog#also back to the guy; his stuff is spread out almost like mine its kinda funny#and again like he was here and now he isn't but he left his stuff so i ASSUME he'll be coming back up here at some point#also i wonder if he adjusted the a/c??? cus it's kinda cold up here now and i know that the owner had told me i could adjust it if i wanted#idk#anyway on to continue trying to write!#shh ac
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I love my gx winx au and I love that it's just bits and pieces of me being like oh that's fun and not having any semblance of lore or plot. It's purely contained to the character designs I've drawn for the girls.
#it will stay contained to art too it's not something I'd ever write#like I know absolutely nothing about this au of mine but I'm obsessed with it all the same#like I learn something new about it every time I've drawn something#I don't draw a lot for it yall have seen everything I've done and it's usually just a drawing of alexis cuz I love her design lol#but like I'm doing panels for it rn right? and like it's just coming together like the story of what's happening atm#and that's like the only story there actually is rn but it's just falling into place#so I can actually make something of substamce out of this tiny concept I had for a drawing I wanted to try because I had an itch and it grew#that doesn't really happen to me anymore like I haven't felt a spark like that since I wrote OUAD#nothing I've written since has felt the same#and like I said this isn't something I would write into a fic or anything it would just be too much but it's really everything to me rn#something I can come back to and dip my toe in whenever I really feel like I need a spark again and it just makes me happy#I grew up with 4kids winx club so another reason I'd never write anything for real is because I refuse to watch any other version#like I've tried I just can't do it my mind rejects any other version so I only know the universe to a point anyway and but that was my thin#it made me so happy as a kid and it still does now like those are my girls and they mean the world to me and being able to play#within that space with other characters I'm obsessed with and combine into something that miraculously works is amazing#I need to draw more stuff for this au I guess is my whole point#I need to see what other things can..... bloom....... (heh) within that space and what will just manifest before me#I need that something to make me feel that spark again because I don't want to lose it forever and I think I'm starting to find it again#life has just been knocking down over and over lately and it's destroyed so much of my mental state and honestly randomly deciding to try#and actually draw actual stuff for this au has been so healing. I almost feel lighter#it feels stupid amd silly to say but it's true#abby's just rambling don't mind her
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SO HERE IS THE WHOLE STORY (SO FAR).
I am on my knees begging you to reblog this post and to stop reblogging the original ones I sent out yesterday. This is the complete account with all the most recent info; the other one is just sending people down senselessly panicked avenues that no longer lead anywhere.
IN SHORT
Cliff Weitzman, CEO of Speechify and (aspiring?) voice actor, used AI to scrape thousands of popular, finished works off AO3 to list them on his own for-profit website and in his attached app. He did this without getting any kind of permission from the authors of said work or informing AO3. Obviously.
When fandom at large was made aware of his theft and started pushing back, Weitzman issued a non-apology on the original social media postsâusingÂ
his dyslexia;Â
his intent to implement a tip-system for the plagiarized authors; andÂ
a sudden willingness to take down the work of every author who saw my original social media posts and emailed him individually with a âvalidâ claim,
as reasons we should allow him to continue monetizing fanwork for his own financial gain.
When we less-than-kindly refused, he took down his âapologiesâ as well as his website (allegedlyâitâs possible that our complaints to his web host, the deluge of emails he received or the unanticipated traffic brought it down, since there wasnât any sort of official statement made about it), and when it came back up several hours later, all of the work formerly listed in the fan fiction category was no longer there.Â
THE TAKEAWAYS
1. Cliff Weitzman (aka Ofek Weitzman) is a scumbag with no qualms about taking fanwork without permission, feeding it to AI and monetizing it for his own financial gain;Â
2. Fandom can really get things done when it wants to, andÂ
3. Our fanworks appear to be hidden, but theyâre NOT DELETED from Weitzmanâs servers, and independently published, original works are still listed without the authors' permission. We need to hold this man responsible for his theft, keep an eye on both his current and future endeavors, and take action immediately when he crosses the line again.Â
THE TIMELINE, THE DETAILS, THE SCREENSHOTS (behind the cut)
Sunday night, December 22nd 2024, I noticed an influx in visitors to my fic You & Me & Holiday Wine. When I searched the title online, hoping to find out where they came from, a new listing popped up (third one down, no less):

This listing is still up today, by the way, though now when you follow the link to word-stream, it just brings you to the main site. (Also, to be clear, this was not the cause for the influx of traffic to my fic; word-stream did not link back to the original work anywhere.)
I followed the link to word-stream, where to my horror Y&M&HW was listed in its entiretyâthough, beyond the first half of the first chapter, behind a paywallâalong with a link promising to take meâthrough an app downloadable on the Apple Storeâto an AI-narrated audiobook version. When I searched word-stream itself for my ao3 handle I found both of my multi-chapter fics were listed this way:

Because the tags on my fics (which included genres* and characters, but never the original IPs**) werenât working, I put âKara Danversâ into the search bar and discovered that many more supercorp fics (Supergirl TV fandom, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor pairing) were listed.

I went looking online for any mention of word-stream and AI plagiarism (the coversâas well as the ridiculously inflated number of reviews and ratingsâmade it immediately obvious that AI fuckery was involved), but found almost nothing: only one single Reddit post had been made, and it received (at that time) only a handful of upvotes and no advice.Â
I decided to make a tumblr post to bring the supercorp fandom up to speed about the theft. I draw as well as write for fandom and Iâve only ever had to deal with art theftâwhich has a clear set of steps to take depending on where said art was repostedâand I was at a loss regarding where to start in this situation.
After my post went up I remembered Project Copy Knight, which is worth commending for the work theyâve done to get fic stolen from AO3 taken down from monetized AI 'audiobookâ YouTube accounts. I reached out to @echoekhi, asking if theyâd heard of this site and whether they could advise me on how to get our works taken down.

While waiting for a reply I looked into Copy Knightâs methods and decided to contact OTWâs legal department:

And then I went to bed.
By morning, tumblr friends @makicarn and @fazedlight as well as a very helpful tumblr anon had seen my post and done some very productive sleuthing:



@echoekhi had also gotten back to me, advising me, as expected, to contact the OTW. So I decided to sit tight until I got a response from them.
That response came only an hour or so later:Â

Which was 100% understandable, but still disappointingâI doubted a handful of individual takedown requests would accomplish much, and I wasnât eager to share my given name and personal information with Cliff Weitzman himself, which is unavoidable if you want to file a DMCA.
I decided to take it to Reddit, hoping it would gain traction in the wider fanfic community, considering so many fandoms were affected. My Reddit posts (with the updates at the bottom as they were emerging) can be found here and here.
A helpful Reddit user posted a guide on how users could go about filing a DMCA against word-stream here (to wobbly-at-best results)
A different helpful Reddit user signed up to access insight into word-streams pricing. Comment is here.

Smells unbelievably scammy, right? In addition to those audacious pricesâthough in all fairness any amount of money would be audacious considering every work listed is accessible elsewhere for freeâmy dyscalculia is screaming silently at the sight of that completely unnecessary amount of intentionally obscured numbers.
Speaking of which! As soon as the post on r/AO3âand, as a result, my original tumblr postâbegan taking off properly, sometime around 1 pm, jumpscare! A notification that a tumblr account named @cliffweitzman had commented on my post, and I got a bit mad about the gist of his message :

Fortunately he caught plenty of flack in the comments from other users (truly you should check out the comment section, it is extremely gratifying and people are making tremendously good points), in response to which, of course, he first tried to both reiterate and renegotiate his point in a second, longer comment (which I didnât screenshot in time so Iâm sorry for the crappy notification email formatting):

which he then proceeded to also post to Reddit (this is another Reddit userâs screenshot, I didnât see it at all, the notifications were moving too fast for me to follow by then)

... where he got a roughly equal amount of righteously furious replies. (Check downthread, they're still there, all the way at the bottom.)
After which Cliff went ahead & deleted his messages altogether.Â
Itâs not entirely clear whether his account was suspended by Reddit soon after or whether he deleted it himself, but considering his tumblr account is still intact, I assume itâs the former. He made a handful of sock puppet accounts to play around with for a while, both on Reddit and Tumblr, only one of which I have a screenshot of, but since they all say roughly the same thing, youâre not missing much:

And then word-stream started throwing a DNS error.
That lasted for a good number of hours, which was unfortunately right around the time that a lot of authors first heard about the situation and started asking me individually how to find out whether their work was stolen too. I do not have that information and I am unclear on the perimeters Weitzman set for his AI scraper, so this is all conjecture: it LOOKS like the fics that were lifted had three things in common:
They were completed works;
They had over several thousand kudos on AO3; and
They were written by authors who had actively posted or updated work over the past year.
If anyone knows more about these perimeters or has info that counters my observation, please let me know!
I finally thought to check/alert evil Twitter during this time, and found out that the news was doing the rounds there already. I made a quick thread summarizing everything that had happened just in case. You can find it here.
I went to Bluesky too, where fandom was doing all the heavy lifting for me already, so I just reskeeted, as you do, and carried on.
Sometime in the very early evening, word-stream went back upâbut the fan fiction category was nowhere to be seen. Tentative joy and celebration!***
Thatâs when several usersâthe ones who had signed up for accounts to gain intel and had accessed their own fics that wayâreported that their work could still be accessed through their history. Relevant Reddit post here.
Soooâ
Weâre obviously not done. The fanwork that was stolen by Weitzman may be inaccessible through his website right now, but they arenât actually gone. And the fact that Weitzman wasnât willing to get rid of them altogether means he still has plans for them.Â
This was my final edit on my Reddit post before turning off notifications, and it's pretty much where my head will be at for at least the foreseeable future:

Please feel free to add info in the comments, make your own posts, take whatever action you want to take to protect your work. I only beg youâseriously, Iâm on my knees hereâto not give up like I saw a handful of people express the urge to do. Keep sharing your creative work and remain vigilant and stay active to make sure we can continue to do so freely. Visit your favorite fics, and the ones youâve kept in your âmarked for laterâ lists but never made time to read, and leave kudos, leave comments, support your fandom creatives, celebrate podficcers and support AO3. We created this place and itâs our responsibility to keep it alive and thriving for as long as we possibly can.
Also FUCK generative AI. It has NO place in fandom spaces.
THE 'SMALL' PRINT (some of it in all caps):
*Weitzman knew what he was doing and can NOT claim ignorance. One, itâs pretty basic kindergarten stuff that you donât steal some other kidâs art project and present it as your own only to act surprised when they protest and then tell the victim that they should have told you sooner that they didnât want their project stolen. And two, he was very careful never to list the IPs these fanworks were based on, so itâs clear he was at least familiar enough with the legalities to not get himself in hot water with corporate lawyers. Fucking over fans, though, he figured he could get away with that.Â
**A note about the AI that Weitzman used to steal our work: itâs even greasier than it looks at first glance. Itâs not just the method he used to lift works off AO3 and then regurgitate onto his own website and app. Looking beyond the untold horrors of his AI-generated cover âartâ, in many cases these covers attempt to depict something from the fics in question that canât be gleaned from their summaries alone. In addition, my fics (and I assume the others, as well) were listed with generated genres; tags that did not appear anywhere in or on my fic on AO3 and were sometimes scarily accurate and sometimes way off the mark. I remember You & Me & Holiday Wine had âfound familyâ (100% correct, but not tagged by me as such) and I believe The Shape of Soup was listed as, among others, âenemies to friends to loversâ and âlove triangleâ (both wildly inaccurate). Even worse, not all the fic listed (as authors on Reddit pointed out) came with their original summaries at all. Often the entire summary was AI-generated. All of these things make it very clear that it was an all-encompassing scrapeânot only were our fics stolen, they were also fed word-for-word into the AI Weitzman used and then analyzed to suit Weitzmanâs needs. This means our work was literally fed to this AI to basically do with whatever its other users want, including (one assumes) text generation.Â
***Fan fiction appears to have been made (largely) inaccessible on word-stream at this time, but Iâm hearing from several authors that their original, independently published work, which is listed at places like Kindle Unlimited, DOES still appear in word-streamâs search engine. This obviously hurts writers, especially independent ones, who depend on these works for income and, as a rule, donât have a huge budget or a legal team with oceans of time to fight these battles for them. If you consider yourself an author in the broader sense, beyond merely existing online as a fandom author, beyond concerns that your own work is immediately at risk, DO NOT STOP MAKING NOISE ABOUT THIS.
PLEASE check my later versions of this post via my main page to make sure you have the latest version of this post before you reblog. All the information Iâve been able to gather is in my reblogs below, and it's frustrating to see the old version getting passed around, sending people on wild goose chases.
Thank you all so much!
#fandom#plagiarism#AO3#speechify#word-stream#Cliff Weitzman#writers on tumblr#fan fic writing#AI plagiarism#independent authors#Ofek Weitzman#please share
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âDIGIMONâBUT MAKING U CUM IS MY REAL HOBBY!â
⯠OTAKU!GOJO X BIMBO!READER
â summary: your best friend gojo is a hopeless otaku virgin with zero rizz that's still obsessed with digimonâdespite being a grown ass man. you're a slut who despite her best whoring effortsâcan't cum. you'll take his v-card and he'll fix your broken pussy, deal? college au.
â cw: virgin!satoru, gentle sex then rough sex , spanking (ass & pussy), slight sugar daddy/baby dynamic, coercion, dubcon, ecchi/pervy/freak nasty satoru, apprehensive bimbo!reader scared to nut, reader is also a bit of a tsundere brat but this isn't brat taming per se, oral fixation, toe licking, riding, prone bone, missionary, pussy eating, deep-throating, forced gagging, fingering, squirting, edging, olfactophilia, hand-job, protected & unprotected sex, bdsm references, masturbation, bit of somnophilia, pet names: Bunny (reader is called that in lieu of y/n), suggestions of geto x reader, mentions of satosugu and shokohime.
â a/n: in my crack smut bag again cause this white haired demon wont let me rest until i write this nasty shit. fr tho this fic 13.3k and literally 10k of it is Gojo fucking you six ways to sunday. fyi this is the same y/n from nerd!geto but this is a different version of that AU where suguru is the one who has rizz and satoru is the nerd. y'all better read this or i'll never write gojo again istg lmfao. also shoutout to @halosdiary for beta reading and telling me it was good enough to post lol.
eta: y'all won. its a series now lol
âFUCK YEAH, LETâS GO!!! I ALONE AM THE CHAMPION OF THE DIGITAL WORLD!!!â
Startled by Gojoâs sudden outburstâyou nearly rolled off the bed.Â
Thankfully Suguru is sitting next to you and caught you before you fell off completely.Â
Fully energized by his win Gojo sprang up from his elaborate PC setup, bouncing around the room in celebration. Fist-pumping the air he couldnât contain his excitement after winning the Tokyo Regional Qualifiers for the Digimon Online TCG.Â
âGuys, hey guys! See! I told you Iâd win! Iâm the strongest! The digidestined!â
You and Suguru exchanged exasperated glances before side-eyeing the hell out of Gojo.
This went on for a good 10 minutes so you had since returned to mindlessly scrolling TikTok, not wanting to encourage your grown-ass-almost-22-years-old-best-friendâs excitement over a childrenâs game.
âYou sure showed those middle schoolers, Toru.â
Suguru quips with a smile. Heâs clearly being sarcastic but Gojo is unfazedânothing could damper his mood.
âDamn straight I did!â
Both you and Suguru have to chuckle, rolling your eyes at his childish enthusiasm.Â
Despite the shared sentiment of annoyance over your best friendâs hobbies, you both were just happy to have Gojo back again. Two long years had passed since his parents made him travel the world on a rotation program, tasked with visiting the various Six-Vision Industries offices he would one day inherit.Â
Being the nerdy genius he was, Gojo stacked a mass of university level credits in high school. So even with missing the first two years of college heâd still be joining you as a third year at your university come fall.Â
After being apart for so long it was refreshing to hang out again and kicking it at Gojoâs mansion had been a daily occurrence since the start of the summer. Although things had definitely changed in the two years Gojo had been away there was one thing that certainly hadnât.
Gojo was still a fucking huge otaku nerd.Â
Youâd thought his time spent in the business world would have matured him. However, being abroad, away from his friends and spending all day around the âstinky old fogeys in suitsâ as he called them, only made him retreat further into otakudom.Â
That much was evident as his collection of posters, figures and manga had somehow only seemed to grow even with him away.Â
âAlright, while I just would love to stick around and hear more about you destroying the dreams of 12 year olds Toruâbeach girl just texted me, gotta bounce!â
Suguru tries to leave but Toru clings onto him practically spider monkeying himself onto his back in an effort to get him to stay.Â
âSugu! Donât leave! Weâve already been apart from each other for too long~~â
Sighing, Suguru attempts to pry his incorrigible bestie off of him.
âSatoru, you just spent the last 5 hours playing Digimon acting like me and Bunny werenât even here. Iâm sure if you go back to playing you won't even miss me.â
Gojo continues to pout as he whines for Suguru to stay.
âBut I miss you already Sugu!â
Gojo presses his cheek against Suguruâs as Suguruâs eyebrow begins to twitch.
âI know! Invite your date here! Our chef is 10 times better than any restaurant youâd go to and you know we have an infinity pool grotto and onsen!
While the offer was tempting as any potential date would be thoroughly wowed by the decadent splendor that was the Gojo Family ResidenceâSuguru would also thoroughly cuck himself once his date was given the grand tour.Â
Particularly the stop which included Gojoâs anime figure and otaku memorabilia rooms.Â
While a good number of them were harmlessly nerdy shonen or slightly ecchi isekai figuresâthe rest? Well the rest contained every kind of freak nasty hentai figure you could think ofâshibari, futanari and even the classic La Blue Girl tentacle dioramasâit was like a horny museum.Â
Although at this point it should be considered a horny mausoleum as no woman who walked in would be walking out still in the moodâit was surely a place where horny went to die.
âUh yeah, sure next time ToruâŠ.â
Suguru reaches back to pat Gojo on the head reassuringly.Â
Lying as he was more than certain there wouldnât be a next time. There wasnât even going to be dinnerâthis was purely a hookup situation.Â
â...but sheâs already waiting for me outside my placeâgotta run!â
Realizing Gojo still wasnât letting go, Suguru sighs realizing this would require him utilizing his Judo training.Â
In one swift movement, Suguru manages to shoulder-wheel Gojo and toss him onto the other side of his massive bed. The bed rebounds as he lands, slightly lifting you off your belly but you still are more interested in your phone.Â
This isnât the first time Suguru has Judo thrown Gojo off of him (likely wouldnât be the last either).
Saying quick goodbyes before Gojo could recover, Suguru manages to slip away.
âTraitor!!! So much for bros before hoes!â
Utterly dejected, Gojo crawls up next to you on his massive bed.
âAt least I still have you here Bunny.â
âUh, not to pile on but you know Iâm only here until Shoko and Utahime text me they are ready to go to the mall, right? Iâm in dire need of a new handbag!â
Now clinging on to you Gojo throws another small tantrum as the weight of half his sinewy body presses into your back, his lean muscular arms wrapping around your shoulders.
âNot you too, Bunny puhleeease!â
Youâve known each other since you were in diapers so it wasnât odd for you, him or Suguru to be found giving the others platonic cuddles like thisâoften all together too. The both of them were always so much bigger than you so you often enjoyed the comfort and security of always being the filling in the cuddle sandwich.
Gojo rests his chin on your shoulder watching as you continue scrolling TikTok. You sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before his irritatingly hyperactive nature gets the best of him, and he starts poking around your phone to click on other videos that werenât the 'mystery and makeup' ones you were watching.
âToru, you know you could get a lot of your own hoes to hang out with if you werenât such a huge otaku nerdâŠâ
You had to swat Gojoâs hand away again as he tries to click on another prank video and he rolls off of you with a frustrated sigh.Â
â...youâre almost as good looking as SuguruâŠâ
Muttering the last part of that under your breath. Arguably Gojoâs features were just as if not more striking than Suguruâs.Â
He was too hot himself for all of it to go to waste for being such a big dork.
âIâm sure Sugu would be happy to teach you âthe way of the fuckboyâ if you asked Toruâthat is if youâd actually go out clubbing like a normal 21 year old.â
âWhy would I do that though? My house is 100 times better than a club!âÂ
TouchĂ©.Â
While no one in your friend group was what someone would consider poor, Gojoâs wealth paled in comparison to anyone elseâs and that went without saying. Heâd had everythingâif not moreâthan even the nicest tokyo club had. This was all thanks to his parents as socialites in their own right, often entertaining businessmen, dignitaries or foreign representatives with their ultra-exclusive parties.
âBesides, it wouldn't workââ
Gojo continued to pout.
ââSuguru would just get all the hoes anyway.âÂ
Easily able to walk up to even the most standoffish looking women, Suguru would have them reduced to bashful school girls in under 5 minutes. The women were always willing to hand over their numbers or drop any immediate plans to hang out with Suguru instead.
A good number of them had boyfriends already too.
Yet despite having the looks, Gojo opening his mouth ruined any advantage his lustrous blue eyes, exotic snow white hair and sharp handsome features gave him.
âWell, Suguru has a normal 21 year oldâs room for starters, Toru. Not full of nerdy ass anime posters and Digimon tournament trophies.â
Gojo goes quiet.Â
Driven from an early age to fill his head with knowledge of politics, technology, and international business relations, he spent the precious free time he did get with his friends or consumed by his own interests. Interests which just happened to be a bunch of otaku shitâDigimon in particular.Â
It was an escape heâd cherished as a child and that didnât change growing into adulthood either, if anything he needed it more now.
When Gojo doesnât answer you look over to see him actually sulking for real nowâface buried in a giant Agumon pillow plushie.Â
What a crybaby.Â
But the crybaby was one of your besties so you decided to lighten the mood and tease him a little.
âYa know ToruuuuâŠ.you could just fuck Sugu then. Donât think I havenât seen yâall get a lilâ handsy during our cuddles!â
You give him a playful smirk and mime grabby hands at him.
âOh and you havenât? Donât act like you wouldnât fuck Suguru either!â
No longer appearing mopey, Gojo is up and laughing again. Mission Accomplished.
âHey! I never said I wouldnât but this isnât about me, this is about you finally getting some play!â
You snap back but youâre blushing.
Like damn, who hadnât thought about fucking Suguru though?Â
âIt's not the same if he makes me bottom! Plus no one thinks I can get pussy!â
Gojo grumbles, hugging his Agumon plushie to his cheek.Â
You canât help but notice how cute and baby girl he looks all pouty.Â
Heâd definitely get women lining up around the block of his huge ass mansion if he could at least get to the dating phase without giving out the otaku ick.Â
âBecause you canât GojoâHoes donât want to fuck guys who play Digimon!â
âBut youâre a hoe and you like digimon too!â
Turning to look at him, youâd had half a mind to slap the shit out of Satoru but he had said it so earnestly. There was no sass nor malice behind his words.Â
Besides, you were a hoe. That wasnât something you ever denied.
You sigh.Â
âYeah I am a hoe now and Iâkeywordâliked Digimon. But that was back when I was a kid, Toru!â
Gojo scoffs and rolls his eyes.
âListen, youâre my friend so mâgonna keep it a buck with youâa guy concerned with being digidestined is definitely not pussy destined, you digidork!â
You playfully hit him with the pillow you were laying on, not wanting him to start sulking again.Â
Finally stimulated by something interesting Gojo wastes no time joining the pillow fight you initiated and you tussle with him on the bed until you both are exhausted and out of breath.Â
Of course you come out of it victorious though. By the end youâd pinned both the pillows and Toru under you.Â
Gojo however is back to pouting.
âUgh, Bunny seriously thoughâI canât go into junior year of college as a virgin!â
You smirk at his complaints as the answer is obvious.
âThrow away your figures and digimon cards then.â
âIâd rather die.â
âA virgin? At this rate you will.â
Gojo huffs in defeat as you settle comfortably on top of him this time.Â
Youâre about to reach for your phone again until you see a curious look flash across his faceâthe kind of look he always had as a kid when he thought of a hair-brain scheme that would lead to getting you all in trouble.
âToruâwhat is it? And why do I have the feeling mânot gonna like it?â
You pull away cautiously, but his large hands grip your waist, stopping you and causing you to squeak in surprise.
âHm, I dunnoâwas just thinkinâ... why donât you fuck me, Bunny?â
Your deadpan expression has Gojo scrambling, holding you closer in a vice grip when you try to squirm away.Â
âHey! Wait, Iâm serious! Come on, Bunny! I need the experience and you always tell us about all your hookups! You have the experienceâhelp a guy out!â
Staring at him skeptically you considered.
I mean sure, you always thought Gojo was attractive, more so since he returned this summer nearly a half a foot tallerâbut he was Gojo Satoru.
Your dorky, goofy, pervy otaku bestie practically since birth!Â
You couldnât just go and fuck him could you?
God, you could only imagine the taunts youâd get if word got out. Your friend group would never let you live it down!Â
âNah Toruâthat would be too weird!â
âHuh, how come? You said I was almost as attractive as Suguru earlier!â
You stiffen.
Fuck, heâd heard that after all.Â
âOoo, ooo! Annnnd, you said last week you wanted a sugar daddy⊠Well, hi! Iâm right here!â
The huge grin on his face has you frowning although more so because he was actually making some sense for once. I mean you were half-joking when you said itâwell, letâs be honest not really.Â
However, you mostly said it because while your family was well off enough, you still werenât living in the lap of luxury by any means like a Gojo clan member. Unfortunately for you though, you were born with the expensive tastes of someone who was. So while you could afford a cute Chanel bag or a MCM wallet here or there, youâd set your sights on something higherâa coveted Hermes Birkin.Â
Toru certainly could afford to buy you a whole truck load of them with what his family made in less than an hour.Â
Nevertheless that wasnât really the issue at hand.Â
In spite of you being far from a virgin, there was actually a good reason why you wouldnât be a good choice for Gojo to lose his v-card.
âEr, emâthatâs really not the issue, ToruâŠâÂ
Trailing off youâre the one pouting now as you glance at your nails.Â
âThen what? Donât tell me our lilâ Bun Bun is shy now? Over lilâ olâ me?â
Gojo teases you by sticking out his tongueâchuckling when you snap your head up to glare at him.
âYou wishâŠâÂ
You grumble, chewing your lip now and debating whether or not to tell him the truth while Gojo looks at you with wide and glassy puppy eyes. Shaking your head you come to the conclusion you could trust him with your secret.Â
He was the virgin otaku after allâheâs the one who should be embarrassed here!
âItâs just thatâŠIâI canât cum.â
Gojo just blinks at you.Â
Clearly confused with metaphorical question marks surrounding his head as that's definitely not the answer he was expecting.
âIâve slept with plenty of guys before but I never had an orgasm. I don't even really get closeâI mean, sure, it feels good, I guessâmostly just a little weird. I heard some people just canât and maybe that's me.â
You shrug, a bit nervous to look Gojo in the eye as you thought he may tease you further about this but was lost in contemplation. Almost as if he was seriously trying to do the biological math around what youâd just told him. Â
After about a minute more he finally asksâ
ââDoes Suguru know?â
A simple question, unloaded in tone as Gojo is genuinely curious but it leaves you flustered nonetheless.Â
âWhat?! Are you crazy?! Why would I tell him?!â
âJust figured if anyone could thenââ
ââHell no, Toru! Besides, what if he does? Iâm not trying to be reduced to a fuckboyâs pick me if he ends up being the only man alive who can give me an orgasm!â
Sure Suguru was hot as fuckâas was a lot of your other fuckboy friends (Toji and Sukuna)âbut you definitely didnât want to end up like the dickmatized girls that would follow them around and literally box each other in the streets over some cock.Â
You werenât much of a fighter anyway and your face was far too cute to be getting scratched up.
Pussy should be put on a pedestal, not the other way around. Youâd continue to be orgasmless before it came to that.
âMm, but Shoko and Utahime know?â
Youâre blushing more than ever this time.
âUm, yeahâT-They said once I realized all men were worthless to call them and theyâd give me multiple of them.â
Gojo snorted at that but he was now convinced you both could help each other.Â
âSo we have no other optionsâthen it's settled!â
In one fluid motion Gojo snatches away the pillows from between you and swaps positionsânow with you on the bottom.
âHuhâwaitâToru!?â
Gojo groans.
âCome on, Bunny! I want pussy, you want to cum on top of getting that Bikram bagâ
ââBirkin bag.âÂ
You corrected him.
âYeah that one! So letâs help each other out, eh? PULHEEEASEEEâJust the tip?â
You werenât at all convinced that Gojoâwhose sexual knowledge came purely from JAV, hentai and onaholesâcould make you cum.
But then again sure, fuck it, why not?
You were getting bored waiting for Shoko to call you anyway and if Toru was willing to come off a Birkin for a lilâ pussy, you might as well fuck him.Â
None of the other guys you had fucked even came close to making sex this worth it. Frankly this would be worth it even if you didnât actually cum. Â
âFiiiine Toru, letâs have sexââ
âFUCK YEAH!â
ââBUT weâre laying down some ground rules!â
Sitting up with a straight back, Gojo obediently awaited your orders.
âAnything you want Bunny, name 'em goâon!â
Gojoâs overenthusiasm was like a puppy and you were sure if he had a tail it would be thumping on the bed like crazy now.Â
You wanted to crack a smile but you know from prior experience that if you give men an inch they will take the whole goddamn mileâand Gojo of all people was no exceptionâso you are firm as you sit up to look in his eyes and lay down the law.
 âFirstâlike you said, just the tip.â
Gojo started to protest but the raise of your eyebrows had him changing his tune immediately.
âGot it! Got it! Just the tip would be amazing Bunny, what else?â
He chided himself and you continued.
âAnd secondly, just because you bros have no loyalty, itâs still âchicks before dicksâ over here. You better get your nut quick cause Iâm still leaving to go purse shopping when Shoko and Utahime call me.â
Gojo waves you off with that rule.Â
âPsh, we should have plenty of time, it's almost 6pm! Theyâve probably been too busy bumping their own purses together to go shopping with you for one. You havenât heard from either of them in hours!â
Fair pointâwildly out of pocket, but fair.Â
Still.Â
âBumping Purses!? Really, Toru?â
âYou know Iâm not lyingâbut thatâs it then, right Bunny?â
Not waiting, Gojo throws his shirt off and starts fumbling with the ties on his sweats before you stop him.
âNah, Toru, hold your horses! One more rule!â
Freezing mid-action, Gojo's hands are shaking as he expectantly gazes at you, waiting for the last condition before you give him the green light.
âFinally, thirdâand most fucking importanlyâif you make any, and I mean even just ONEâotaku reference, especially Digimon while youâre inside me Iâll snap your lilâ digidick off, understood?â
Gojo swallowed.Â
Hard terms to live with but something he would be willing to abide by for pussy.
âYes maâam! Got it! Just the tip, you will ditch me for the purse bumpers and no Digimon!â
Gojo repeats your rules matter-of-factly.Â
You roll your eyes but are satisfied enough he understood and you wave him off in the direction of your bag.
âGood. Now, be a good boy and go get a rubber out of my purse.âÂ
Bolting over to your purse Gojo grabs a pack of condoms and is back on the bed in an instant.
Reality sinking in on what you were about to do and who you were about to do it with, you suddenly become hyper aware, appraising Gojo.Â
You note just how much in the two years since high school heâs grown. Still a bit lanky in areas but overall he filled out more for sure and his muscles were much more defined rippling underneath his skin as he eagerly clambered over you. Gojo still possessed the same piercing sky blue eyes that lit up a room but they looked all too predatorily hungry now that he was hovering over you.Â
You swallow.
Youâd feel almost completely out of control of the situation if it wasnât also for the bundle of nervous energy radiating off of Gojoâhis hands spasming like he might bust his pants the moment he touches you.
You try to maintain your composure, but your jaw drops and your eyes widen in shock when he finally pushes his sweats and boxers down in one swift motion.
Gojo was fucking huge!
âToruâwhat the actual fuck?!â
Third leg was a massive understatement.Â
I mean you didnât think heâd be smallâyouâd been around him enough in boxers, sweats, pjs, etc growing upâbut you didnât expect this.Â
He was definitely a grower and Christ did he just fucking grow!
Gojo looked puzzled until he followed your wide eyed gawking down to his lower half.Â
Heh.Â
âAm I the biggest youâve seen, Bunny?â
Growing prideful Gojo pokes at you a bit and your ogling only grows more incredulous.Â
You didn't know if he was the girthiest but certainly the longest by far. Heâd actually puncture a lung if he stuck that whole monstrous thing in you!
It would literally have to be just the tip and you are thanking God right now that heâd already agreed to those terms. That would be much too uncomfortable to cum from and you are beginning to question how the pornstars manage. This wasnât a JAV but Gojo, if his company ever went belly up, certainly had a promising career on OnlyFans ahead of him.
Gojoâs chest puffed up ten times more from your staring as he slipped the condom on (which only fit two-thirds of the way down).Â
âO-Ok, Bunny now you!â
His cock throbbed more violently the longer you looked at him. The anticipation is contagious to say the least and you can't help but feel your chest warm at his eagerness.Â
Gojo wants to get the attention off of him and you smile at him knowingly.
âYou mean you donât want to take my clothes off yourself?â
The thought never occurred to Gojo but he dumbly nodded. Your yelps echo in the room as his massive hands are on your hips faster than lighting pulling you towards him.Â
The motion causes your tits to jiggle, the soft mounds moving freely beneath your spaghetti strapped halter and Gojo berates himself on how he only now is noticing you werenât wearing a bra all this time.Â
Gojoâs mouth goes dry at your nipples, already peaked and poking through the thin fabric.Â
Your nipples pucker further when the crisp air of the A/C hits them after Gojo pulls your top overhead and you arch up to assist, not realizing you presented yourself to him like a treat to a dog.Â
âT-Toru!!!!â
Gojo wraps his strong sturdy arms fully around your body. Pressing his face deep into your chest as his warm wet lips latch onto a nipple. His mouth now suctioned to you, Gojo swirls and flicks his tongue around the hardened bud. Gojo moans around your flesh, pleasantly surprised at how addicting the sweet salty taste of your skin is.Â
If Gojo wasnât sure he had an oral fixation before he surely knows now. Zoning out everything else except for the sloppy sounds of him worshiping your breast, he relishes the contrasting textures of his rough tongue suckling the soft skin of your swelling bud.Â
Gojo surely would have been latched onto you for hours and you are only able to pry his head away when he releases your nipple with a wet pop to take a breath.
âTORU!!!â
Youâre panting and red faced as you yank his head back.Â
But Gojo is a man solely focusedâtongue hanging out off his mouth captivated by how cutely your areola puffed as it glistened with his spit and fighting overwhelming desire to get the other one in a similar state.
âHuhâBunny, b-babyâyou taste so good nâ your tiddies are so niceâso fuh-kinâ soft.â
Gojoâs tongue is hanging out of his mouth drooling as he attempts to dive back into your chest. you feel his heavy cock on your thigh as his hips begin to rut against you.Â
This was too much!
âStop Toru! Youâre being too rough, they are sensitive! Besides, timesâ ticking! Remember I have no problem leaving you blue balled if Shoko or Utahime call me!âÂ
You do your best to give him a disapproving look as you blush.
âAwe but you seemed like you were liking it, you were whining loud enough.â
âShut up nâjust get on with it!â
âYes maâam~~â
Enjoying your breasts so much Gojo almost forgot he hadnât even seen your pretty pussy yet.Â
Making quick work of your shorts, Gojo manages to pull them down just over your core but is stunned once again as he burns the image of the skin-melding fabric of the mesh hot pink g-string covering your cunt. The thin satiny straps dug into your supple hips amplifying your curvaceous form.
Fucking slutty as hell! Â
Rivaling that of even his most favorite and most scandalous hentai figures.Â
This was so much better, so much more lewd as the clingy fabric struggles to cover the fat of your plump pussy lipsânot like the transparency of them left much to the imagination.Â
God help him, he just wants to tear them off with his teeth and open mouth swan-dive into your dewy lilâcuntâ-pushing his tongue deep into your peachy core tongue fucking orgasm after orgasm out of you until he drowned in your milky nectarâbut he has to restrain himself.
You probably wouldnât like that too much given your reaction earlier and heâd die if youâd happen to just call the whole thing off.
Mouth drying and hands twitchingâGojo is trying so hard to be a good boy and contain his more perverted instincts.
âEarth to Toru! Y-You good?â
Gojo looked like a tightly wound coil ready to pop in every sense of the word and you hated that his nervousness was making you nervous too.Â
So on edge you almost jumped once his eyes snapped up to meet yours.
âG-Great, BunnyâŠj-just fine.âÂ
Gojoâs voice falters, becoming more pitchy and you giggle. As much as Gojo wants to look at your pussy as he peels the flimsy moist fabric off of them he couldnât do that at this momentâhe would actually bust his pants.
Instead, Gojo leans in to kiss you, but you block him. He ends up kissing your palm instead.
âToruuu⊠that be too weird, weâre friends remember?â
âYeah friends who are fucking, Bunny! You mean you wonât let my tongue in your mouth but youâre letting my dick inside your pussy?!â
You knew it sounded nonsensical even before he said it back to you. But your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears you could barely hear him anyway.
You didnât know what you were scared of this time?Â
You had let all your other previous hookups makeout with you but Gojo was different.Â
This felt entirely different.
You didnât know why, you just knew it was and you were apprehensive of the unfamiliar emotions he was stirring in you and this wasnât supposed to be anything more than an arrangement between friends.
âDonât you need to warm up tho Bunny? Obviously mâno pro at thisâbut even I know a little bit more foreplay is usually needed?â
Your heart beats louder at his concern but you push that aside trying to focus on your breaths.Â
Satoru should have been the easiest lay but for a reason that alludesâyou were coming undone before him.
âShut up Toru and just fuck me! The foreplay stuff doesn't matter, it won't make a difference anyway, mânot gonna cum! Also youâre big af so grab your lube. We're gonna need lots of it!â
Toru pouts but follows your commands without fuss.Â
Although heâs anxious to get his dick wet he also is still thinking of how he can hold up his end of the bargain other than a stupid purse.Â
You said he didnât need to but he wanted to.Â
The thought of finally losing his v-card excited him but there was something that made his cock throb harder at being the first man to give you an orgasm.Â
But you donât want him to touch you beyond what was absolutely necessary, so how was he going to accomplish that exactly? Â
Gojo was a genius and had the IQ score to prove it, heâd be able to solve the problem once he was inside you, right?Â
Turning back to face you after retrieving the lube from his nightstand, Toru has to grab the base of his cock this time to keep from prematurely coming in the latex that was already starting to thicken with his precum.
There you were laid out like a slutâpanties pulled to the sideâfingering yourself a bit to loosen up, having reconsidered his suggestion of foreplay when the twitching on your thigh reminded you of how big he actually was.
âOH SHIââ
You notice his jaw hanging open, utterly entranced as his eyes follow the motions.Â
You knew you should be letting him do this to get the experience but honestly there was no sense in setting Gojo up for failureâdelivering a significant blow to his ego when he inevitably couldnât make you cum. You didnât want to damage him even more if he felt it was his fault your pussy was apparently broken, you having tensed up completely every time a guy had tried before.
But you canât deny you are getting some pleasureâif only through your own amusementâas you grab his cock and pump the lube he poured down his latex covered shaft, still fingering yourselfâmuch to Gojoâs delight and wonder of seeing an actual real pussy up close.Â
Gojo sucks in air and groans pitifully as your hand spreads the cool gel over his length which only intensifies his ache to be inside of you.Â
âCâmere, ToruâŠâ
You beckon sweetly, guiding him forward with your back against the pillows, you tease the crown of his tip through your folds preparing him for missionary.Â
Gojo nearly bites a chunk out of his lip when his thick cockhead finally catches over your slicked entrance and youâre left wincing.
âT-Toru, e-easyâo-ok? Not too deep...â
A breathy confirmation shudders out of Gojo as heâs easing himself into your warm tightening cunt. The stretch is immediate which mentally confirms for you he is also the girthiest youâve ever had as well.Â
Your heels dig into his hips to brace yourself while he hovers over you, arms shaking.
âFUUUUUHHHHââ
Even with the rubber on, Gojo still thinks he might melt from how warm and tight you areâso much better than even his onahole with the custom grip and heating features.Â
Screwing his eyes shut, Gojo has to count backwards from a million, recite Japanâs national anthem, list the GDPs of the top 10 wealthiest countriesâanythingâor he will cum too soon or worse, crack and drive his hips until heâs all the way to the hilt from the way your dangerous lilâ pussy is sucking him in.
God, it felt like your slutty cunt had a mind of its own calling for him to push in a lilâ deeper, greedily begging for him to go a lilâ further but Gojo resists.Â
Sweat beads on his brow from the exerted effort of sheer willpower to keep his promise to you.
To Gojoâs credit, he really is doing his best, only a little less than a third but due to his length that's still a lot.Â
Your eyes wander up to Gojoâs face and away from where he is wholly splitting you open, lest you clench on him even tighter and you knew you needed to relax. Even if you weren't really feeling much but the overwhelming strain from the tight fit, looking at Gojo you were happy that he appeared to be in bliss at least.Â
His eyes still squeezed shut, mouth hanging open and spittle flowing down his jaw Gojo was in his own world as he continuously babbled nonsense about how perfect your cunt felt around him.
Just the tip in you for all of 20 seconds and already pussy drunk from just this much.Â
âB-Bunny, Oh SHHIIIâB-Bunnyâmâcute BunâFAH-ACK sâgudâmâgonna cum soon UHHâpussy feels sâgoodâoh-oh my god!âÂ
Although his entire body is quaking with pleasure, the few functional brain cells that survived the fiery blaze of your sinful lilâ pussy are still thinking of you.Â
Gojo tries to give some attention to your neglected lilâ clit, but a single swipe causes your leg to jerk and you promptly push his hand away again.
âN-NO! Pleaseee, mâtoo sensitive Toru! J-Just focus on your thrusts! Y-Youâre sâclose, mâcan feel your cock twitching i-i-inside me...â
Gojo wants to challenge you on thisâsuspecting from the way your cunt felt constricting around him you felt something pleasurable thenâbut heâs too far gone and much too inexperienced to keep focused on anything else.Â
Especially when you are so explicitly describing him fucking you.Â
Grabbing his face you bring your foreheads to touch to help calm him so heâd last a bit longer. Although you still hold his face to prevent him from kissing you, he's close enough that you're sharing the same breath, now looking into each other's eyes.Â
He struggles to maintain eye contact though before the magnetism of your heated core had them rolling back again.
You're still not close to cumming, yet you are beginning to enjoy the warm comforting feeling of being this full as he holds you close, his short thrusts gaining momentum.Â
Sharing intimacy with someone you actually cared about for once is really nice and you wouldn't mind having more sex like this even if you couldn't cum.Â
Thumbing over Gojoâs moist lips you coo sweet praises to him as he desperately moans around your delicate appendage. Suckling your thumb between his lips and nursing on it until he can no longer contain the heavy breaths that overpower him and fan across your face.Â
Sharing the same exhaled breath is making you light headed and you mewl at the keen sensations it stirs in your pussy that has him full on gasping now. Gojo releases the whiniest moan as he falls into you, unable to support his arms any longer.Â
Showering your neck with open mouth kisses as his body curls more into yours.
However it all proves far too much when Gojo faltering more in his promise, slips more than halfway into your cuntâinstantly filling the latex as it balloons inside of you as you scrape your heels against his back.
SHIIIIIT! He sâbig!Â
Despite nearly splitting your poor pussy into two at the end though, Gojo did such a good job for his first time.Â
Youâd forgive him just this once though as you wrapped your arms around his head, gently petting his undercut. His heaving breaths quiet under your soothing touches, finally ceasing the stream of his spit and tears that had been pooling in your collarbone.
Staying like that for a while holding him while his heartbeat calms to match yours and his length softens inside you. You close your eyes peacefully for a few moments before you hear your phone vibrate next to you.Â
It's Shoko!
Shokoâs text apologizes for the delays and offers to get dinner insteadâpromising to go shopping with you and Utahime tomorrow since they got held up and you make plans for dinner in two hours.Â
Perfect. That gives you plenty of time to clean up and get yourself presentable.Â
âDid you cum even a lil bit, Bunny?â
Oh sweet baby, if you have to askâŠYou think to yourself but it's not poor Toruâs fault your pussy is out of order.
âUm, no Toru babyâbut you did so well! Ya know youâre actually pretty cute and considerate when you get a little pussy. Iâm sure youâll manage to make any girl you happen to get naked happy!â
Gojo counters you with a disappointed look still panting slightly as he pulls out and rolls over bringing you towards him to cuddle. Allowing him, reasoning that you donât have to get up right this second.
Yoour back meets his chest and itâs then you notice the condom still inside you. Figures since it was much too small in the first place. Yet you couldnât complain as it managed to do its job due to Satoru not going all the way in. Breathing out you grimace a bit as you still had to give it a pretty good tug to lodge the filled latex out of your sore cunt.Â
âGoddamn Toru, you were pretty backed up huh?â
Having witnessed the entire display from over your shoulder and the sight of the light blue rubber covered in your fluids while drooping heavily with his own has Gojoâs dick stirring again as you jiggle the rubber demonstrating its fullness before tossing it into the bin beside his bed.Â
Conflicted Gojo broods for a while as he hugs you to him.Â
While his body felt mostly satisfied, seeing you still unsatisfied put a huge damper on his mood.Â
Sure you had told him you couldnât comeâbut would any girl cum without much foreplay or stimulation?Â
Even the darker hentais and JAVs heâs seen had more foreplay than this!
Hmmm...Â
Thinking over the experience again in his mind he had a hunch that if right could cure your lack of orgasms but needed you to let him fuck you once more to be sure.Â
âSo youâre gonna hit and quit just like that, Bunny?â
He teases clinging onto you again when you try to maneuver out of his embrace.
âNo time for more cuddles ToruâShoko texted, weâre getting dinner in two hours.â
âWait! Bunny! Thatâs so far awayâLet me go again, pleeeease!â
Gojo is determined this time to make you cum for real! And, yeah you knowâyour slick heat sliding up and down his cock again would be a highlight too.
âToruââ
ââCome on bunny! We solved my problem but we haven't fixed yours, you still haven't cum yet!â
âToru, I thought we understood we were never going to solve my problem in the first placeâso don't stress! Also I know this is probably the first time a girl has said this to you and actually meant itâbut it's really not you!â
Gojo puts his negotiation face on.Â
You wanted to play hardball? Bet.
âIâll give you my black card for a whole week!â
Gojo turns you around to look him in the eye so you could see how sincere he was, he really wanted to try againâhe knew he could make you cum this time!
You sighed.Â
You couldn't really be mad at himâin fact, it was actually the cutest thingâthat he wanted to keep trying for your benefitâbut you didnât see the point when it would just lead to the same result. You donât even need to glance down to see Gojoâs cock was just as resolute as heâs already recovered and fully brickedâlength pulsing against your ass.Â
Wellâgiven his last performance you were sure heâd last all of five minutes and if you had his black card for a whole week you were about to tear the entire Hermes store upâa Birkin and a Kelly in every color!
Hell, maybe you could even get the coveted baby pink ostrich one.Â
âMmmâkay, Toruâblack card for a week! No limit!â
âYup of course! Oooh noâWait, no rubbers and I'll let you have my new g-wagon too! I hear raw sex is sooo much better you will cum for sure then Bunny!â
Well you knew a good bargain when you heard it.
Throwing the unopened condoms to the side you laid back down.
Imported European cars are stupid expensive to get in Japan and if he was coming off a g-wagonâespecially as it was a custom powder blue matte with dune colored seats and shiny platinum rimsâthen he could have as many two-minute pump sessions as he wanted.
Heâd likely pass out from dehydration in less than twenty tops anyway.
âOkay, but same rules as before except no cumming inside Toru! I mean it! It's too much of a mess to clean up after, itâll be dripping all night especially all that you came last timeâŠâ
The thought of your gooey tender cunt weeping his nut for hours has Gojoâs balls tightening in want of making it a realityâbut he knew if all went to plan youâd be begging for it!Â
Firstâhe needed you to take a more active role this time. He saw you settled back onto the pillows and that simply wouldnât do.Â
âUm Bunny, can you be on top? I-Iâm dying to see what your cute tiddies look like jiggling all crazy like in my face.â
You cover your chest, frowning in offense at his more debauched ecchi preferences but you agreed nonetheless.Â
Relenting as itâd likely have him cumming sooner and then you could finally get ready to meet the girlsâall in your new g-wagon, although youâd definitely have to make up a lie as to how you scammed it out of Gojo.
Gojo takes your place on the pillows, amused as now itâs his turn to beckon you forward. Steeling yourself, you embarked on your climb to mount him. Tall and lean with wisps of hair sticking to his face Gojo looked more like he belonged in a painting, unnerving you that a face only an artist could sculpt admired your body with his lustful gaze.Â
He was too sexy for his own nerdy ass good like this and you failed not to whimper when his strong hands settled at your waist.
Lube in your hand you smirk, gaining some confidence back when you hear Gojo hiss as the cool gel once again spreads down his fiendish girth that pulses restlessly at your touch. The sensation is all the more agonizing without the latex barrier hindering him as your, your silky smooth palm glided over his bare cock before tugging back the sensitive foreskin covering his crown head.Â
Licking your lips you almost want to bend down and taste the pre marbling like a pearlescent jewel on his pretty exposed cockhead.
Heâd probably cry like a baby if you did, you mused with a grin.Â
Good God girl snap out of it!Â
You chastise yourselfâno, you had to focus and end this quickly before you lost your mind. The idea of fucking Gojo beyond what he could buy for you started to get more appealing and you couldnât allow that.
Readying yourself to mount him this time you realize your pussy is quivering in anticipation of the stretchâit was uncomfortable last time soâwhy was your body reacting this way?
Your own pussy betraying you as she seemed to yearn for the opportunity to gobble him up, taking him in with less resistance in spite of you. Flexing around the thick intrusion inside your core you shiver in feeling the curve of every vein on his girthy cock as you lowered yourself onto him.
The way your pussy flexed as a jolt of electricity ran through you scared youâa new sensation bubbling up inside, threatening to make you lose yourself in the feeling. Must be survival instincts you rationedâyour cunt scared for its life never having encountered such an acute danger like Gojoâs dick before.
The burn was pleasurable this time, sucking in sharp breaths at every slight movement of him moving inside your core. Yet Gojo is in even more blissâfrom the serpentine motion of your hips cascading over his own to how your your puffy pussy lips looked so wonderfully parted, stretched open around his cockâFUCK!
How was he going to complete his plan if his brain just started turning to mush everytime your dangerously succulent cunt grinded against him.
âOâooo shiiiiiit!â
âY-You okay, Bunny?â
Although Gojo himself looked like he was in agony his face was reddening from how good your raw gummy walls were surging around his length.
âHhnng, fine Toruâyâer j-just big.âÂ
Gravity was your natural enemy in this scenario and you took him a bit past halfway this time.
Wanting to distract you, his large hands grope your tits but you knock him awayâyour stomach fluttering.Â
âWhat's wrong, this time?â
â...sân-nothing, itâsâjust put your hands on my hips, it helps me so my legs don't get tired.â
You lied.
Well your legs were quivering but more pressingly your heart started to race and you didn't know if it was because a cock like this could actually relocate your uterus to your lungs or if youâd actually started catching something similar to romantic feelings for Gojo Satoru.Â
Either one was unacceptable in your book.
âHurry up and cum, Toru!âÂ
However Gojo is about to say something, your phone rings.
âI-Its UtahimeâŠâ
âDonât answer Bunny! Focus or youâre never going to cum!â
âI can multitask, Toru! Besides, on the small chance I do I know it's definitely going to take longer than the two minutes you lasted before.âÂ
Hushing Gojoâs protests and eyes flaring at him to be silent, you answer the call.Â
âBunny!â
âHime!â
You greeted each other with your usual peppinessâlike Gojo wasnât 6 and a half inches deep with 2 and half more to goâgive or takeâinside you.
âWhatâs up? Oh erm, what am I doingââ
A sly and haughty smile plays on his lips and you scowl at him.
ââIâm still at Gojoâs and noâIâm not doing much at all right now! Hahaâyeah. I can definitely talk, of course!â
Gojo frowns as his eyes narrow and to placate him you start half heartedly rotating your hips.
You still looked sexy as hell though. Even with less effort expended it was still a workout as shown by the sheen of perspiration glowing off your body. That delectable sight combined with the light swaying of your tiddies was more than enough for him to cum if he just focused on himself.
But he was determined not to this time, not until you had.
âSee Toru? They were helping Shokoâs parents!â
You stick out your tongue and he makes a face back at you.
âOh what?âsânothingâHa! Well ok! He said you were too busy bumping pussies to go to the mall with me! Pshâtypical am I rite? Huhâput you on speaker? LOL O-OKAY.â
Snitch!Â
Gojo mouths to you offended youâd rat him out like this as Utahimeâs voice shrills through the phone.
âSatoru you loser! You have to talk about our pussies cause you could never have one of your own in a million years!â
Snorting with laughter Gojo is more than amused.Â
If only they knew.
You pale signaling at him to âSTFUâ or he could finish himself off.
âAww, is that so Utahime? Iâm so hurt.âÂ
The mischief in Gojoâs voice is obviousâheâs clearly mocking you.
Annoyed with him getting the upper hand and feeling sassy, you pile onâ
âExactly Hime! I mean he might get someâbut a total otaku like him wouldnât know what to do with a pussy if he even ever got inâEEP!â
A heavy handed smack comes down on your assâhard.Â
The force ripples its way into your cunt causing you to feverishly tighten as your tongue pushes a low moan out between your lips.
âOh ho hoâwhat's this? You actually like getting spanked huh, Bunny? You dirty, dirty girlâŠâÂ
Gojo is whispering again before his hand once more swats at that same cheek.
The sting causes saliva to pool in the corners of your mouth.Â
If looks could kill Gojo would have died a horrible deathâthat is if you could focus enough to even glare at him. Youâre absolutely mortifiedâtoo consumed by the spanks that fiercely rained down on your reddening bottom, your pussy getting shamelessly wetter with every hit.
âAHâFAHHHââ
âBunny! Whatâs happened?!â
You hear Shokoâs concerned voice this time.
âN-N-Nothing, G-Gojoâs being mean to me cause I told on him! H-He pinched me so hard Shoko!â
âLiar!â
Gojo mouths again and his demeanor turns absolutely devilish.Â
Oh? So that's how you wanted to continue to play?Â
You were such a brat sometimes but then again so was he and his competitive nature soared at the challenge.
âOh did I? Like this, Bunny?â
Gojoâs palms cup your tits roughly before he pinches them, twisting your nipples causing the slobber that collected to dribble down your chin and onto your chest.
âShiiiiâT-Toru! S-STOP YOU A-AHHHâSSHOLE!!â
The grip his thumb and forefingers have on your sensitive buds intensifies and you can barely keep the phone in your grasp as you hold it out arm extended to keep your cries from being heard.Â
With only one hand free thereâs no way for you to worm nor pry his hands from your tits as you are still struggling not to sink lower and choke on your own tongue from the electrifying sensations assaulting your cunt.
This couldnât be what it was like could it? This overwhelming feeling?
You didnât want to admit it but as tear-inducing as the sensations wereâthey felt real fucking good.Â
Your hips began involuntary rocking as your core now craved how Gojoâs cock scraped against your walls like it was trying to carve itself even deeper inside you if youâd let your hips drop just a little bit lower.Â
âToru! Stop picking on our Bunny! Donât make us come over there and kick your ass!â
The sweat that now runs down Gojoâs brow threatens to blur his vision but heâs locked in and focused. The phone situation being so fucking raunchy combined with the way your pussy is creaming on him (despite you trying your hardest not to feel good) has him stressed.Â
Swallowing he had to try hard to keep up the act as well as please you without cummingâit would be a feat if he accomplished it to say the very least.
God, this was all so shamefully vulgar.Â
Did you do this on purpose answering the phone?Â
He didnât even know this was a kink of hisâor yours apparently.
But your âproblemâ was now clear to Gojo:
Itâs not that you couldnât cum, itâs just that you were scared to cum.Â
Any real stimulation triggered your fight or flight.Â
You were perfectly capable, you just needed a bit of forcefulnessâhowever the effect of it terrified you and you bolted from it every time you had sex with someoneâuntil now.Â
Heh, there would be no more running from the nut for his little bunny rabbit.
Gojo wonders how far into his ecchi depravity he can take you.
âYour Bunny, huh?â
Gojo's eyes squinted as if he could stare down Shoko and Utahime through the phone.
You were his.Â
He was the one who was going to make you cum and frankly he didnât give a fuck anymore if Shoko or Utahime heard itâin fact he wanted them too.
Planting his feet into the bed, Gojoâs form shifts as he swiftly grips your waist simultaneously bringing you down while driving his pelvis upâpummeling his entire length into your guts. The prickly patch of groomed hair at his base tickles your poor abused lilâ clit which had been forcibly nestled into themâthe result of being smashed against his pubic bone.Â
âFUHCCCKâMUTHERFUHHâSHHHHâHIIIIIT!!!âÂ
Vision momentarily blacked out and burning with tears mixed with your running mascara, your pussy still reeling from the sheer magnitude of Gojos long girthly length now all the way sheathed and practically tearing through your womb. Your eyes are firmly lodged in the back of your head, the electrifying vibrations cause you to drop the phone entirely. Your world is spinning from experiencing your first small orgasm that only increased intensity as your efforts to escape Gojo are in vain.Â
Your cervix is screaming at the probing intrusion of his bulbous tip ramming so far up into you but Gojo has you anchored to him unable to flee from his onslaught of thrusts.
If you could string together a coherent thought you would have wondered if in fact your stomach had been relocated next to your lungs as you felt so full you couldnât breathe.Â
Your pussy violently spasms around his girth, creamy fluids seeping down onto his base from your cunt sloshing around him. Gojo grips your cheeks spreading you wider increasing the squelching noises echoing from your cunt.
Shit though, Gojo thinks your perfect pussy might actually break his dick off from how fervently you were clenching him.Â
Tongue fully lolled out of your mouth, youâre grasping onto Gojoâs shoulders for stability as your saliva drips down his pectorals.
âBUNNY!! Are you still there?? Whatâs that noise?â
Shoko and Utahimeâs calls for you go unanswered. Gojo on the other hand is grinning, albeit through gritted teeth, pleased at how his long trunk-like cock is rendering you nonverbal.Â
âHehe, you definitely came a bit that time didnât yaâya nasty lilâ Bunny, donât lie.âÂ
âN-N-Nooo T-Toruâsâlike I-I c-canât breatheââ
âHeh, aâcourse you can baby Bunâthat's what it feels like when you cum, even I know that.â
SMACK!
Another firm smack to your ass has your cunt quivering wildly.
You feel like the virgin in this situation nowâand honestlyâare you not?Â
Did those other dicks really count?Â
It felt like you were having sex for the first time as this was a totally different experience even from the earlier round with Gojo.
âDonât worry though, now that I know what kinda shit youâre intoâIâmma take care of that pervy lilâ princess pussy sooo good, Bunny.â
Oh godâThat couldnât be true could it?Â
Spanking? Nipple twisting? Having your insides pushed up to your throat?Â
You didnât actually like this kinda freaky shit did you?
Yet your bodyâs reactions remain true even if your mind doesn't want to accept the cause of the fire that is burning within you. Your pussy is in raptures at the feeling of being molded into the exact shape of Gojoâs cockâveins and all.
âHELLLOOOOO BUNNY!!!!â
Absolutely pleased with himself Gojo retrieves the phone.
âAwe p-poor thing, just stubbed her toe runninâ from me. MyâSHIIIâroom isâFUHHHâk-kinda a m-messâS-See? I almost tripped just now too. Isnât that right Bunny?â
Gojo brings the phone closer and you bat it away wishing he would just hang up and spare you the humiliation. Although humiliation seemed to be your new kink as mirroring his earlier actions as youâre pathetically moaning into his skin. Gojoâs masculine scent, mingled with the salty aroma of perspiration, floods your senses, making you feel even more lightheaded, increasing the sloshing of his cock buried deep in your cunt.
The crude noises that rang from your bodies squelching and slapping against each other renders Gojo unable to keep up the charade either. Making up a quick excuseâhe has to go get ice for your toeâhe quickly hangs up on Shoko and Utahime whose puzzled protests of concern he couldnât give a single fuck about anymore.Â
God fucking you while on the phone with them was so fucking hot, heâd have to get you to do it againâmaybe with Suguru next time, heâd probably even be into it.
âHey B-Bunnyây-you think Shoko and Hime were naked too?â
You groan.
This fucking hentai otaku pervâyou already told him that they were helping Shokoâs parents!Â
You want to glare, scream, chastise, get upâbut you canâtâyouâre at the mercy of him ruthlessly drilling up into your cunt and can only heave out tired mewls in reply.
âFuuuckâimma cum again soon! Do you feel the way your naughty lilâ cunt is squeezing like she wants to wring me dry, wanât me to give it all to your pussy Bunny?â
âN-Not i-inside mâpussy, T-Toru!âÂ
A devious smirk appears.Â
Heh, yeah he promised not inside your pussy.
Without warning Gojo rips his cock out from your sopping core and manhandles you onto your back. Thinking he will simply cum outside somewhere you're finally able to breathe again and you exhaleâonly to feel his monstrous length being shoved down your throat.
Your eyes shoot open.Â
Greeted with the image of Gojo's heavy balls in your face, his ball hairs tickle your nose as you gag around his girth straining your throat open wide. You think if he didnât reach your lungs through your guts he certainly would now that heâs eight and a half inches down your esophagus.
âYou said i couldnât cum in your pussy Bunny, so letâs use that pretty lilâ mouth pussy insteadâsweet fuck, ya know sheâs almost tighter than your actual cunt.â
Your hands fly to the outside of his thighs pawing over the sweat glossed skin as you drag your nails down them, leaving welts in an effort to get him to ease up. The potent musk of your shared lust that had dripped down his balls was now rubbing on your face assaulting your senses.Â
It was fucking nasty, so gross and yet your own pussy betrayed youâburning with an ache to be filled again at the smells that stimulated your own primal hedonistic urges.
âAwe, donât be like that. I know you like it rough, yeah? I havenât forgotten about you either baby.â
Gojo of course at this point isnât talking to you but your cunt.
With one hand squeezing your already constricted airway, Gojoâs other snaked its way over your body and reeling it back before delivering a mean open palmed slap to your clit.Â
The sound of your soaked cunt echoed through his room and he almost came from that alone as your fluids trickled out of you faster, further soiling his expensive sheets.
âThis pussy likes being spanked more than those cherry cheeks of yours huh, Bunny? I know my filthy hentai pussy does.â
Youâre obviously unable to answer but the way youâre gurgling moans around his cock lets him know this is exactly what you like. Thrusting two thick fingers into your quivering core his burly appendages bullied themselves in as far as they could go.Â
âYou knowâG-God, FUCK youâre tightâBunny, you know I read in an h-manga how girls can squirt from a lack of air and a little bit of prodding, sâpposeâS-SHIIIâtâbe something in here that sends em absolutely wild.â
Fingers searching deeper it's not until Gojo pulls back to add a third that he scrapes past a firm spongy spot that has your legs buckling.
Astonished by the amazingly sexy reactions of your bodyâGojoâs eyes are blown out wide over how much your clit swells, your hole twitches and your juices spurt out of you as your tears run over your cheeks to wet his balls further. Gojo doesnât even need to thrust as your throat tightens around him like crazy with him jamming his fingers into that particular spot over and over.
Lost in your own ecstasy youâre proven wrong as contrary to your belief you thought his otaku sex-ed would be to his detriment to his skills. However it's exactly because of all of the lecherous and depraved shit he collected and consumed did he know exactly what to do to you now that got you all messed up. Eyes lodged into your skull, squirting and practically blacking out with his dick stuffed down your throat on his long dexterous fingers abusing your cunt.
âSHIIIIIITââ
With a keen grunt Gojo cums, pumping loads of viscous fluid down your throat forcing you to gorge on his thick cum.Â
âF-Fuck Bunny are you a throat goat? M-Milked me dry...â
Heâs still driving his pliable fingers in and out of you, his arms are shaking from his own orgasm but he doesnât care. Nothing on earth could stop him from replicating the beautiful sight of your pretty lilâpussy spurting out juices that run all the way down his forearm.
ââŠheh, looks like I can milk you too, Bunny.â
Gojo finally dislodges his dick out of your throat but still runs a hand through your pussy folds to rub soothing circles on your clit. You whimper through your coughs as you spit up some of his cum, still gagging after what were mere minutes but seemed like hours of choking on his beefy cock.
Vision spotty, tremors run through your bodyâboth ends so thoroughly fucked outâthat it doesnât register that Gojo is once again lifting your body bringing you towards the edge of the bed.
If you thought Gojo was going to give you aftercare from having used your body like one of his anime fleshlights, youâd be correctâbut not before one last round.Â
Lifting your hips off his luxe bed Gojo positions your wobbly legs on his shoulders. His eyes are blown out and crazed with his own twisted perversion. Weakened and spent himself as cock twitched from overstimulation but heâs never been a quitterâdetermined to make you cum again and again before one of you finally passes out.
Your toes wiggle and you keen as his tongue ravenously dips between your toes. Trailing his tongue past the arch of your foot to bite your heel.
âYouâre so fucking sexy, Bunnyâthe best pussy in the whole world, how could you ever think she was broken? You were just waiting for me to use her huh?â
âS-shut upâToru, j-jeezâŠâ
Your windpipes had been fucked raw and youâre croaking which to your dismay only seems to turn Gojo on more and heâs tapping his tender engorged cockehead on your clit. Your brows pinch together as you bite back moans from his frenulum catching and chafing so wonderfully over your clitoral hood.
âPuhleaseeee, Honey Bunny! Let me fuck you a bit more now that we know you are as ecchi coded as I am, mâkay my pervy princess?â
The very thought shames you and you think your heart might seize from embarrassment if it doesnât give out from pleasure first and your heart feels like it might beat out of your chest chest from all the pet names Gojo is bestowing upon you.Â
âToruâŠâ
You try to reason with him through your defeated huffs as you press your legs shut together.
â...y-you made me cum from your fingers nâ your cock.. Y-You won. PleaseeeâI-I donât even think I can cum any more.âÂ
Not convinced Gojo pushes your legs back.
âOh, is that right? Letâs ask her then!â
Gojo delivers another smack onto your slippery pussy as if on the command of her new owner your obedient cunt immediately leaks a bit more creamy slick onto his palm.
âSee, baby? She says you can though and that sheâs tired of you running from it Bunnyââ
Still hugging your legs together in his grasp, Gojo lowers himself to rub his cheek against your pussy like it was his favorite pillow.Â
âDonât fret my pervy lilâ pussy I won't let Bunny deprive you any longer from what you really need.â
You groan yet Gojo is more gentle this time as he gingerly rolls you onto your belly and lifts your hips to slide his giant Agumon pillow underneath.
Urgh, did it have to be this one!?
There's no time for complaints though once Gojo spreads your cheeks wide. A glob of spit hits your crack as his thumb prods against your shy puckering rear hole while he humps his cock between the fat of your thighs through your soggy swollen folds.Â
âShiiit imma fuck this tight lilâ bunny hole next time baby, mâkay?â
The threat causes you to shudder yet all your back talk and sass is gone from his illicit preparations as he elicits heady mewls from your hoarse throat. Your cunt flutters eagerly to have him fill you again as his fingers imprint themselves into your bottom.
The anticipation is so intense as bracing for his size ripping through you you nearly fail to notice Gojo is now humming to himselfâhummingâTHE DIGIMON CHAMPIONS THEME SONG!?
OH HE HAD YOU ALL THE WAY FUCâ
âAnd suddenly youâre screaming again, eyes glued to the back of your skull as his hips jerk forward, drilling his dick past your walls to pound directly into your cervix with the tempo of a madman.
OH FUCK! âŠsâgood!
You finally surrender letting your cunt control your brain as you throw ass back to meet his frenzied thrusts. Like a drug addict from the first real taste your pussy is already addicted to the feeling of his cock destroying you.
âSâtoruâSâtoruâSâtoruâFUHHHHCK!â
His name fell from your lips like a mantra, the only word your brainânow thoroughly fucked smoothedâcould remember.
The sight of you chasing your own pleasure as your ass slammed back onto his pelvis, your skin rippling as it bounced and splashed frothy fluids onto his abs sent him further into perverse degeneracy.Â
âF-Fuck Bunnyâbaby, this pussy too goodâWe canât tell Suguru for a while, kay? Heâll want to fuck you too and this pussy is just fâme. Suguru gets all the pussy sâtell me youâll keep yours fâer me. Thought you were broken but you just needed my cock this whole timeââ
Burying your face in the sheets bashfully at the mention of Suguru, your cunt pulls more taut around Gojoâs cock.
ââFUHH, g-go out with me yeah, Bunny? Love you sâmuchâSHIIIITâbuy you whatever you wantât-take you where you wantâthis dick sâyours Bun Bunâall yours!â
Plunging into deeper if it were even possible Gojoâs blunted nails drug into the fat of your ass and hips, it wouldnât scar but it would certainly add to the inevitable bruising.Â
âIâll never even look at a non 2D woman again as long as I have you as my lilâ onaholeâshit Iâll never even buy one of those again unless it's in the shape of your pussyâF-FUCK, w-waitây-you think we could get one made in the shape of your pussyâmy girlfriendâs perfect pussy?!â
Itâs too muchâtoo overwhelming and your mind is slowly but surely being corrupted by Gojo. Otherwise the image of him whining while fucking a onahole casted from your cunt as he watches you finger yourself would have never in a million years popped into your mind.Â
Determined to see you unhinged in every respect, Gojo didnât want to deny you pleasure but if he had to be a little mean to you so you could finally be honest with him then so be it.Â
Slowly pulling out, your expression is near frantic as you look back at him. Your mouth gaping and babbling nonsensically for him not for him to stopâyou were so close.
Gojo simpers, relishing in your cute cockdrunk face scrunched with confusion from him pulling out so suddenly.Â
âW-Words baby, câmon I just spilled my heart out here!â
Your pussy weeps longingly for Gojoâs cock as your body shakes with a yearning begging to be filled again.Â
God help you, you want him.Â
You want him and his sinfully curved demon dick badly, itâs all you could think aboutâNot even remembering what life was like before he so perversely rearranged your guts. However, not only did he know how to hit all your spots, he knew youâand despite him completely disregarding all of the rules you had initially set, he was the first guy who actually cared about how you felt during sex, even if he was a perverted otaku.
There was simply no use in denying it any longer.Â
You caved.
Tears streaming down your face as you hiccupped your admission of affections for him, red-faced and flustered.
âSâtoru, I-Iâll be your girlfriendâneed you nâneed your cock sâmuchââ
Pressing the side of your face against the mattress you bring a shaky hand through your legs, fingers slipping over your slick as you part your pussy lipsâyour vacant core exposed and fluttering, begging for him just as hard.
ââmâalso youâre onahole T-Toru, I promise iâll only fuck you, j-just please keep fucking me, i wanna cum on your cock, want your cum in me Toru baby!â
You might die from the shame of it all once you sober up from being utterly cockdrunk and stupefied but all you could think about right now was Gojoâs hard dick laying heavy pipe back into your cunt.
Something snaps in Gojo.
Head over heels for you now, Gojo knew from that moment on heâd never let you go.Â
Real or 2Dâno could compare to you in Gojoâs eyes.Â
Toru finally found something he loved more than digimonâyour perfect lilâpussy.
And he was going to show her how much he loved her right now.
Taking what was so graciously presented to him this time around, youâre short circuiting once heâs finally inside you again your most base needs being satiated turning you into a cockfiendish whore crying for him to fuck you harder as you grip his sheets like you could rip them apart.Â
His strokes become more merciless, unrelenting on your pussy and Gojo leans his weight onto your back, legs bent crouching on top of you, his hips becoming manic they thrashed forward in short heavy thrusts to hammer you into the mattress.
Gojo himself is beyond gone.Â
Disregarding all promises of mentioning otaku shit while he was wrecking your cunt. Â
âFuck bunny this feels better then what I thought Agnewomonâs pussy would be likeâ you'd look so sexy in that cosplay. Gonna have you dress up for me and show you off at cons. Iâll buy you whatever you want, anything, the whole fucking world yeah? Just fuckâwear those those vibrating panties while you cosplay too, youâd like that?â
You tightened groaning at his debauchery, something that was not missed at all by Gojo who by this point had fucked his own self dumb in your angelic cunt. White strands of his hair stuck to both of your faces as he tiled your head back so he could see how desperately those little hearts danced in your dilated pupils before they were reduced to nothing more than mere splotches whiting out your vision.
âFuck u really are a slut huh bunny? Tightening at the thought of all those otaku perverts looking at you in that skimpy outfit while I control the buzzing on that lil clit. But they canât have youâmâthe only otaku pervert that knows how to make you cum!â
Delirious with melodic honeyed cries spilling from you, you just wanted him to stop talkingâpointing out every single time your body responded to his ecchi tastes becoming your tastes and now just yearning for a taste of him.Â
Reaching back youâre pulling him down to smash your lips together. Messy, but you could care as Gojo tried to swallow your tongue fucking his own into your mouth with a force that matched his cock. If fucking you was heaven then kissing you was nirvanaâheâd give you the whole world if he could keep fucking you like this forever.
Gojo needs you to cum again soon as the feral need breed your tummy until it swells with his seed has him losing the little sanity he even had to begin with. A virgin until today heâd saved up so much waiting for your tight cunt this whole time.Â
Moving his lips away from yours only for air, your chest heaves harmonies cries from his hand weaving under your bodies. Jittery fingers swiped frantically over your clit, hurling you towards your euphoric climax as his lips descend back upon yours.
âCum BunnyâI got ya baby.â
Deliberately plowing himself harder against your cervix, your body seizes up releasing tension into pure white energy that you swore was pumping through your every vein as an extension of your pussy as his heavy load spurts to paint your walls and sear your insides as his thrusts continue to swill his seed inside you, pushing it further into your wombâ-thank fuck for birth control.
However that was the last thing you remember before you go limp, temporarily blacked out as you swear youâve transcended to a celestial plane of existence. One where all slutted out souls went to escape from the unearthly pleasure theyâve been tortured by. You donât know how long youâve been out but you're squirming as you come back to consciousness. Realizing your now back on your back as your hips involuntarily rocking against something thick and wet.Â
When you finally manage to open your eyes you're greeted by Gojo tongue slurping at your clit and lapping up the cum oozing out of your battered hole like it was a refreshingly creamy bowl of kakigori. His hands embedded themselves into your thighs pinning them to the bed nibbling on your clit and having your already overstimulated core climaxing on his tongue once more.
Strings of your sticky nectar connect his tongue to your cunt as he looks up at you. Having the audacity to grin lovingly at you as if he didnât look like a downright starved and deranged man with a sheen of shared fluids dribbling down his chin. Heâs pussy drunk once again this time buzzed off the pungent yet sweet taste of his cum marinating in your creamy tenderized cunt. Â
Gojo is cheesinâ at you like heâs found his favorite spot in the worldâand he had as far as he was concerned.
âYou said it was too messy, remember Bunny? The least I can do to make it up to you is scoop every drop out of your runny lilâ cunt with my tongue! What kind of boyfriend would I be to have all this cum soaking my Bunnyâs slutty little thong and spilling down her thighs while out to dinnerâso I decided to have mine a little early.â
FUCKING HELLâDINNER! What time was it?!Â
Disordented, your head is fuzzy and you could feel the soreness settling in your muscles. You didnât think youâd be able to get out of this bed in the next 24 hours, let alone make it to dinnerâif you hadnât already missed it!Â
âNnnn, n-not like I can go anymore Toru, sâall your f-fault!â
Your bruised lips poke out into pout. Gojo chuckles at you how cute you look and he rises up from between your thick thighs to boop you on the nose as he gazes adoringly at you.
âI know princess mâsorryâI already texted Shoko saying you couldnât, donât worry~~â
But your eyes widened as you were now fully worried.Â
Worried as to what the fuck Gojo actually texted them!Â
âT-Toruââ
ââI just told them you werenât feeling well, was that okay?â
Quickly assuaging your fearsâyou can relax a bit for now (although you were sure youâd have a lot of explaining to do later) as Gojo pulls you to him again and softly kisses your neck, hands returning to your ass to rub soothing circles on your chaffed skin.Â
Relaxing again floods sleep into your eyes. A welcome godsend honestly, so you can process everything that just happened, especially Gojo aggressively fucking a love confession out of you.Â
âAnd mâsorry if I got carried away Bun⊠but you were so good for me, so fucking perfect! Just relax and Iâll take care of you! Iâll handle everythingâfor you and your nasty lilâ cunt. I love you both and Iâll keep both my pretty girls happy forever! I promise!â
Gazing at you with cartoonishly sparkling eyes, you have to look away from Gojo lest your ears altogether burn up in embarrassment from his shameless and yet a hundred percent earnest vocalization of affections that somehow still got your heart racing.
ââoh and my parents will be here tomorrowâwe can tell them right? They will be so excited! They've been telling me since I was little I shouldnât let you get away! Ooo! Ooo! Maybe now that we're dating theyâll let us use their sex dungeon! We need to think of a safe word though Bunnyââ
Scarcely comprehending anything he is saying to you, your mind like your pussy had been fully liquified. Both ruthlessly corrupted by Gojoâs long otaku cock and pervy ass fantasies which is no surprise seeing as his family even owns aâ
HOLâ THE ENTIRE FUCKUPâA SEX DUNGEON!?
Like a shot of caffeine directly into your veins your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you blink at him dumbfounded, mouth hanging open. Â
âDoesnât that sound fun, Bunny!? My parents are so cool! When I turned 18 my dad even gave me some of his rare and one-of-a-king hentai figures for my collection to get me started and thenââ
Tuning him out youâre gagged at the unexpected revelationsâand his parents always seemed like such charming nâ decent God fearing people too. Well known to be ruthless in the business world, but upstanding global philanthropists nonetheless.
Well the apple sure as hell didnât fall too far from the sordid sex fiend tree, that was for damn sure!
Clearly you had no idea what you were getting yourself into or had unleashed by agreeing to be Gojoâs girlfriend. I mean, could no longer deny your growing feelings for himâplus he did just give you multiple back-breaking-terrifyingly-mind-numbing-earth-shattering-orgasms. Not to mention, you would definitely be getting one of every Hermes bag ever made if you wanted oneâbut at what cost?
Your Dignity?Â
Self-respect?Â
The right to call yourself a functional and contributing non-degenerate member of society?
Who knows reallyâŠ
Although perhaps dating a Gojo, the next heir at that, youâd be too rich and highly regarded for people to even care (weâll except for your friends giving yâall hell but you could eventually make peace with that).
You internally groan as the gentle touches on your bottom morph into lustful gropes and you know your brand new boyfriend would not be granting rest for your totally demolished lilâ pussy anytime soon unless you could distract him a bit.
ââToru, Toru baby listen, please.â
Interrupting him, you muster the energy to put on the sweetest face you can manage in your exhausted state.Â
And of course, Gojo, as always and yet unknowingly, tests the limits of your tolerance.
âYes, my whittle Bunny, my kinky baby girlâhentai goddess divine?â
Gojo nuzzles your nose in an eskimo kiss as he showers you with âloving complimentsâ.Â
Scrunching your face, you grit your teeth through your already weak smile to stop yourself from losing it at him referring to you as âhentai goddess divineââyâall would definitely be having a talk about that as well as appropriate in-public pet names later though.
âBabyyyyyâIâm so sticky and sore, why donât you be a good boyfriend and get stuff ready for us to take a bath, hm? Maybe find me something else to wear too, hm?â
You did need a bath and you calculated even with his energetic disposition it should take him at least 15-20 minutes to delegate the tasks and get everything together considering how huge his mansion was.
âOh! Of course, of course! Just wait here! Iâll be right back, my ecchi angel.â
Brow-twitching you sit up to wave at him with another strained smile as he scrambles to put on pants and heads out of his room.
You sigh tiredly and make yourself comfy on his cloud like pillows.Â
Thinking heâs finally left and you can savor some much needed time to make peace with what you got yourself into by agreeing to be the girlfriend of an otaku nerd like Gojo Satoruâ
âwhen his head suddenly peaks back in the room with a sheepish look on his face.
âHeh, you know Bunny, was thinkingâyou really didnât think I could code crack your cute lilâ cunt now did ya?â
Your eyes are closed but your fists are balling angrily gripping onto the pillows surrounding you.
âDonât worry Bunny, yours is the only pussy my dick is digidestined for!â
With that, Gojo narrowly avoids the Agumon pillow plushie that is swiftly hurled at his head as he dashes away from the door, his merry yet hysterical laughter echoing through the halls.
©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.
â a/n: this fic was wayyyy too long but i've been kinda mean to y'all gojo glazers lately rejoicing in your sorrows cause you are now miserable like the rest of us lmfao, so consider this y'alls bone :P tbh im kinda surprised this is the first full gojo fic i've written lol, it was fun tho cause otaku!gojo is a freak for pussy would drive you insane in all the right and wrong ways. i still have invisible man gojo and ceo/professor gojo planned tho (plus that frat boy satosugu request).
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I got this comment on a story from my Other AO3 Account this morning.

(Info redacted because I prefer keeping these accounts separate but no one follows me on the side blog I have for that account.)
The story was posted almost a year ago and is relatively âpopularâ by my average statistics even though it has tropes and themes that are big turnoffs for a lot of people (hence separate accounts). This popularity is undoubtedly because itâs a Marvel Loki story and that fandom is massive.
So there is obviously an algorithm or a bot scrubbing ao3 statistics and leaving this comment on fics that meet a certain metric with the main character of the fic inserted into the comment.
I had a little time to kill this morning so I decided to investigate further. And yâall this is so predatory. Come on this journey with me. It made me mad. It may make you mad.
First, if you go to Webnovelâs website, you HAVE to choose between male lead or female lead stories before you can go any further. WTF?
And thatâs weird, but this gets so much worse. This is basically a pay-to-read site that has different subscription models. Which⊠okay BUT! The authors donât get paid! Look at that comment again. Theyâre promising a supportive and nurturing community, but zero monetary compensation. Itâs basically, âpost your stuff here so we can get paid and you can get⊠nice vibes?â I mean look at this Orwellian writing:

Using the phrase âpay-to-read modelâ in the same sentence as âqualitative changes in lifestyles for authorsâ deliberately makes you think that you can get paid and maybe even make a living on this website. But thatâs not actually what it says and authors will not receive one red cent.
Oh but wait, the worst is still to come. In case this breaks containment (which I kind of hope it does) this is where I mention that Iâm a lawyer in the US.
I donât do intellectual property or copyright law but I do read and write contracts for a living. So I went to look at their terms of service. It was fun!
Highlights the first, in which Webnovel gets a license to do basically whatever they want with content you post on their site. This is how they get to be paid for people reading authorsâ writing without paying them anything.

Highlights the second, in which Webnovel takes no responsibility for illegally profiting off of fan fic. This all says that the writer is 100% responsible for everything the writer posts (even though only Webnovel is making money from it).

Highlights the third which say that by posting, the author is representing that they have the legal right to use and to let Webnovel use the content according to these terms. So if a writer posts fan fiction and Webnovel makes money from people reading the fan fiction, and the House of the Mouse catches wise, these sections say that thatâs ALL on the writer.

So thatâs a little skeevy to start off with but the thing that is seriously shitty and made me make this post was that these assholes are coming to ao3. They are actively recruiting people in comments on their fan fiction. And they are saying they are big fans of the character youâre writing about and that they share your interests.

They are recruiting fan fiction writers and giving every impression that you can make money from posting fan fiction on their site and hiding the fact that you absolutely cannot but they can make money off of you while you try, deep in their terms of service which no one but a lawyer who writes fan fic and has some time to kill will read.
I see posts on here regularly from people who donât understand how this stuff works, donât understand that they (and others) can not legally make a financial profit from fan fiction. And there are tons of people who will not take the time to dig into the details.
Donât deal with these bastards. Fuck Webnovel.
#went down a rabbit hole#got mad#webnovel#this is a scam#how to ao3#fan fiction#please spread the word#long post#50k
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hihi!! I canât figure out if youâre accepting requests or not, however, could you write for Vi x Reader, except reader is really, really tight? Like, a slow sex fic. Love making! I donât see enough gentle fics.
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cherry waves.
side notes â thank you for this anon, iâll never forget you, i tried this to be kind and nice, so it is mostly? but i'm also a dirty slut at the same time so it gets tiny bit rougher by the end my bad, collage au, formal fuckgirl!vi now on a leash. masterlist.
18+ mdni, men dni, this is pure fluff and porn without plot? hell yeah, use of strap-on, dirty talk, fingering, soft!dom vi, praising, tight + bottom afab reader, vi is folded tbh â english is not my first language, any mistake let it be i won't care, comments, reblogs and likes are loved literally tell me your thoughts talk to me,, 1.6k
âshhâ itâs okay,â the pleasant sound of her voice sends shivers down your spine as she presses soft kisses in your naked shoulder, breathing in the scent of your skin. the hoop of her nose piercing dragging across the moles she had learned by memory, the marks you utterly hate yet she finds so fucking attractive. âit's okay sweetheart, i got you.â
patience.
it's a struggle since she's so bad at it. trying her best cause she really really likes you, so indulging to your needs every time. itâs a big issue to restrain herself from taking you just the way she wants to, preparing your pretty pink hole to have her so deep inside, you wonât even notice where you begin and she ends, where limits finally erase and youâre melting in her embrace.
her fingers curl inside, and the sound you make tickles a part of her brain, that sultry whine, the dryness of your voice as she pushes and pushes until she's knuckles deep and she's so fucking close to you she can smell the lavender in your shampoo, the taste of your sweat in her tongue â "are you okay? talk to me baby."
she's so kind even when she's from mere seconds to lose it. gentle as she keeps you pressed against her bare torso "yes-yes, i'm good" you let your girlfriend know, burying your head against the pillows â "keep stretching me out vi, please."
she's such a sucker for it. when you start talking so bluntly about your needs and she stays silent for a bit, letting the weight of your words sink in her skull for a second. you clench around her digits and sheâs so happy to give you just what you asked for, let her ring and middle finger rub against that spot she's well aware you're fond of by now, the same that makes you arch your back pressing your ass against the strap.
"that's it suck me in," it's such a sight vi could cum by just looking, giving yourself to her like a damn gift. "stretching out so good for my cock baby, fuck- you're doing so well for me."
she knows what she's doing. towering over you, talking against your ear as she finger fucks you into plain madness. arousal gathers on the palm of her hand and you roll your hips against vi's fingers, mumbling about how good she feels already, how you're sure you can take her, all pink cheeks and heavy breathing making her mind go blank.
violetâs fingers withdraw and you gasp at the hollow in your insides, spreading yourself wider to her view, to call her in, make her fuck you again until you're not sure about your own name: stop being unfair. yet, despite all annoyance, you cannot find time to complain when sheâs grabbing your leg up in her arm, angling you to her liking.
obscene.
"you're always so sensitive, fucking hell-" vi curses under her breath, hips rocking against you now as she holds the base of the purple cock to rub it against your folds, teasing your entrance in a steady pace, wet, sloppy kisses being etched in the skin of your back almost in a soothing way. "let me fuck you," she asks you soon after, muscles flexing as she keeps you still, pushing the strap against your cunt â "gonna be gentle baby i promise, 'gonna be whatever you need me to be."
"vi-" you breathe out, and she's holding you at this point cause shit, you're a fucking mess, barely saying more than two-word sentences.
"let me fuck you, please" the pink haired begs once again. "you put on this nice set for me, took my fingers s'good. let me make you cum in my cock."
now, she's not usually right, but this time? vi hits the spot cause you did buy a shameful new set of underwear, you did wear it even when you're a complaining bitch always whining about being so tight, about your constant struggle to take her, how she has to use you like a damn toy if you wanted to be fucked until you got a noise complain, stretched out slowly.
when you nod however, it's like she's granted permission to rule the world.
"i got you pretty girl," vi says, leaving a soft kiss over your temple as her fingers take the already lubricated strap to your slippery entrance, forcing just the tip in â the intrusion however, makes your body tense as her lips leave a path of soothing kisses in your shoulders, breathing right next to you, holding you as close as possible â "get used to me baby, m'not moving."
and yes she's such a sucker for it. for the way your legs shake in her arm cause you lose control of them so quickly, pushing her hips slightly forwards again, the loud sound you make as she sinks in just enough. delicious. you make room for her, the skin of your back pressing just right against her chest, the friction of your spasms hitting in viâs pierced nipples.
itâs so fucking good. she never gets over it, never find it boring â youâre making such an effort in taking her deeper she has to praise you cause youâre halfway through it now and vi loves to see that smile on your face, the fact youâre having a great time with her, your greedy hole sucking her cock in, relaxed now, insanely pliable.
âtell me when it feels good,â she says, looking down at you through half lidded eyes, an explanation of why her words are slurring together in the air as she talks you through it. âcan you do that? so i can fuck you properly.â
patience.
violet didnât even think about cockwarming until she has to stay there every time, filling your tight little cunt over and over again. she thrives now on the idea of keeping you full, how you must be clenching round the strap as you struggle to get used to the size of it.
âwant me to stop?â she's so filthy by that point, looking down to notice how the strap is now covered by your arousal, lubricating down to the fabric of the harness on her hips. in all reality, she's asking so she can get an answer from you, hear how fucked she has you by now by the tone of your voice.
"no," you reply. "no, i can take it vi, please- need you inside."
god sheâs so fucking patient in these times she should get a prize, sinking in painfully slow until thereâs no room for more and sheâs fully inside, balls hitting on your clit, teeth bitting to leave a mark in your shoulder youâre totally unaware of: patience.
"you look so pretty full of me," she whispers, and it's so intimate, the lack of space between you both, the sweat that makes your skin glow under the warm lights of your dorm â she angles your face up to kiss you, swallowing your whimpers as she moves beneath you, a gentle pace at first to see how'd you react. "that's my girl. breathe."
it only takes you a couple of minutes, overly enjoying her gentle touch, her way of taking care of you; soft bites in your neck, kisses over your shoulders, how her arms surround you as they hugged you, cause after that vi's moving faster, sloppier cause she's sure she's damaged at that point, malfunctioning at her worst.
she picks up her pace relentless, and your moans mixes well with her own, that need that pours on her stomach making vi's vision cloudy as her hips pistons until you can hear that clap filling each space of the room. her fingers rub against your clit in tight circles, matching her intense movements cause fuck â it's almost lame to admit she's so sensitive already it only takes friction to make her cum and squeeze around nothing but the view she has of you melting in her.
you shake as you cum, arousal gushing out even when she's still plunged deep in you, coating your tights as she keeps you spread, fucking you through it only to get you to that point of damn of insanity.
"feel better?" she asks after, and it's an understatement that makes you blush, almost laughing as you began to remember how to fucking breathe at that point â "looks like you enjoyed yourself, huh?"
"shut up," it's useless even try to defend you, cause you're leaning into her seeking for her warmth, even when she probably smells funny and is sticky. "i did enjoyed myself very much. thank you vi."
you're so fucking cute it's like a dagger to the chest to take, and it's weird cause vi craves this attention, how your heart beats right against her, to be close to you at the end of the day, not questioning anything as your body just fits against hers. silent and shared trust.
even when she might suck a little by saying it she's damn good at showing you at least, madly good when her hand slips against your neck and she's suddenly gripping it tightly, hips moving only to sink in deeper inside your cunt â "you're so open already, can you feel that? think m'gonna have to fuck you again."
and you giggle looking up to her like a fucking deadly sin, asking for more like a greedy, greedy slut, so deep down vi knows it, but it's really late to avoid it when she realizes she carries you like a tattoo right under the ink already on her cheek, squeezing your neck, pushing you against the mattress this time cause you can take it now.
all the pleasure always comes in cherry waves, you dig it now more than ever.
#18+ mdni#arcane#arcane au#arcane smut#arcane x reader#wlw smut#arcane drabbles#smut#vi smut#vi lol#violet arcane#vi x reader#vi arcane#vi x you#vi league of legends#arcane league of legends#vi arcane x reader#vi drabble#vi x fem reader
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addicted to you | spencer reid x reader
Spencer isnât inclined to be affectionate with you. Heâs a socially awkward germaphobe, and youâre perfectly fine with it. However, being three months into your relationship, you canât help but want more. Once Spencer gets a taste, he wants more too. A lot more.
part 1 | part 2 - insatiable
wc: 6.1k, rating: explicit/18+
tags/warnings: established relationship, first times, virgin!spencer, early seasons spencer, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering praise kink, morning wood, morning sex, sex in unconventional places (like, not in public but not the bed lol), cunnilingus, creampie, implied multiple orgasms
a/n: no excuse for this insane fic but i was strangely inspired by a post i saw on twitter that i wanted to put a lighthearted (and horny) spin on. i definitely felt crazy writing this and i feel crazy posting this now so i sure hope you enjoy this insanity! (p.s you can also find this fic on ao3!)
You donât mind that Spencer isnât touchy. You understand, with Spencer being a germaphobe and a little socially awkward, that he isnât inclined to kisses on the cheek or holding your hand. Youâve only been dating for three months, and heâs already getting better at doing these things, which makes your heart sing.Â
Spencer is sweet, willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy. He used to shy away from your touch, but heâs gotten more comfortable with you. He lets you hold his hand when youâre out on a date, or heâll kiss you chastely out in public. He lets you drape yourself over him when youâre sitting on the couch together watching a show, his arm around your waist to pull you in close.Â
While you can understand Spencerâs hesitance towards public displays of affection, due to his awkwardness and anxieties about germs, youâre surprised he hasnât initiated anything more in the privacy of his apartment (or yours). Youâre starting to itch for it, something more, your attraction to Spencer Reid simply too overwhelming for it to simply be sweet and innocent anymore. Your body craves him desperately, because heâs so lovely and so fucking handsome. Youâve caught yourself staring at his hands more than once.
Tonight, you decide youâll get what you want. Youâre going to fuck Spencer Reid.
With your head buried in his shoulder during movie night, your hand runs down his body, getting dangerously close to his crotch â he jumps up off the couch, almost comedic, and stares at you like your touch had burned him. He looks positively freaked out.Â
âSpencer,â you say, very confused that heâs not into this. What kind of man doesnât like his girlfriend initiating sex? Hell, what kind of man doesnât like sex?Â
âI justââ Spencer pauses, like heâs struggling to find the words. âI canât. Not right now, Iââ
âHey, itâs okay.â You assure him. âWe donât have to. Ever, if thatâs what you want.â
His eyes widen again. âNo! I want to, justâ Itâs difficult, right now.â
You cock your head slightly. âDo you want to talk about it?â
Spencer frowns slightly, seeming to know that talking about it is the most rational thing to do, but itâs not like that makes him want to do it. âWell, Iâ Iâve never done it before.â
Your mouth falls open, just a little, and you look up at him. While you donât mean to judge, it certainly isnât surprising. Spencer was fourteen when he was starting university, and his general awkward demeanour and extreme nerdiness would likely rule out any sexual encounters for him during his time in college. Spencerâs line of work would clearly make it difficult for him to maintain a relationship â you definitely lucked out with getting to date him â and heâs too much of a softie for one night stands. So, Spencer Reid being a virgin at twenty-seven definitely checks out.
âThatâs okay,â you say softly. âItâs totally normal.â
Spencerâs lips press into a thin line. âWell, you know it took me a while to get used to being affectionate with you, so I thinkââ
âBeing intimate with someone else is going to be a hurdle youâll need time to cross, too?âÂ
Spencer looks up at you, eyes wet, looking at you like youâve read him like an open book. He whispers, âYeah.â
âThatâs okay,â you repeat, even though youâre trying to come to terms with the fact that youâre not going to fuck Spencer Reid tonight. âIâllâ Weâll take it slow, if you want to try.â
âYes, please.â He has a small smile on his lips as he looks up at you. âIâ We could try doing something tonight, too. I justâ I wasnât expecting it earlier. Iâm sorry for pushing you off like that.â
You shake your head, reassuring him that you arenât offended by it by any means. Then, you ask, âYouâre sure you want to try? Tonight?â
Spencer nods, as he reaches for your hand. He holds it gently, resting it on his thigh. âYeah. I havenâtâ Itâs been a long time since Iâve been with someone, but I want to, with you.â
You lean in to kiss his cheek gently. âIâm glad you trust me.â
His eyes are soft and syrupy when he meets your gaze. âOf course I trust you.â
You squeeze Spencerâs thigh before pressing your lips to his, the familiarity of kissing Spencer making you both ease up a little more. Your kiss is gentle, sweet, just like every other kiss you've shared, but you let your hand slide up his thigh as you kiss him, and you can feel Spencer tensing up under your touch. You squeeze his thigh to reassure him, and you feel Spencer wriggle underneath where you're leaning your body weight on him to loosen up.Â
Your hand skirts over his crotch, a hardness under your palm that makes you feel somewhat proud of yourself. Spencerâs breathing is heavy as he keeps kissing you, and keeps letting you touch him. You think heâs so cute. You just want to make him feel good.Â
You push the waistband of his sweats down, tugging him out of his pants. His cock is the same shade of red as his cheeks, his shyness turning you on extremely.Â
He doesnât look down at himself, where youâre holding him â instead, his eyes are intently focused on your face. You donât push him about it, instead leaning forward to kiss him as you start to stroke his cock.Â
This time, it feels desperate. Spencer kisses you with more fervour, like a fireâs been lit within him, the pleasure running through his veins almost like liquid courage as he kisses you deeply. Youâre more than happy to be doing this, letting Spencer lick into your mouth while you jerk him off. You appreciate the weight of him in your hand, imagining him inside of you â but perhaps youâre getting ahead of yourself.Â
âYou can touch me, Spence,â you say, in between Spencer kissing you fervently. His hands have been cupping your face, but otherwise he seems awkward with them. You pull back slightly, and while itâs adorable that heâs still holding your face sweetly, you drag his hands down to your chest, in the oversized t-shirt youâd stolen from Spencerâs drawer. âLike this.â
Spencerâs large hands cup your breasts through the shirt perfectly. He squeezes tentatively. You bite your lip as his palms brush over your nipples, as he manhandles you just a little. Itâs more force than youâre used to from Spencer, kneading and squeezing and feeling you, and that makes your head spin.Â
Daringly, Spencerâs hands slip under your shirt, as he leans back in to kiss you. You feel his calloused hands on your skin as he feels you up, making you shudder. His touch isnât demanding nor pushy, simply exploratory as he feels your soft skin under his fingertips.Â
Your arousal is pumping through your system, Spencerâs gentle submissiveness like a drug you canât kick. The more you touch him, the more he reacts; touching you more, whimpering and gasping against your lips, into your neck.
âCome on, baby,â you coo in his ear, your hand speeding up on Spencerâs hardness. Heâs leaking pathetically, wet in your palm, and he squirms underneath you.Â
âIâmâ Itâs tooââ Spencer cuts himself off with a helpless whine, like he canât control himself. His hands grip your waist tight. âPleaseââ
âMm,â you hum sympathetically, while you thoroughly enjoy seeing Spencer like this. âWanna cum like this, baby?â
Spencerâs breathing hard. He canât get the words out, but he shakes his head. You slow your strokes, to an excruciating pressure on his length. âNo? Then tell me, Spence.â
âInside you,â He gasps, eyes squeezed shut.Â
You absolutely should not let Spencer fuck you for the first time on his couch, but heâs desperate and your resolve is steadily crumbling. âYouâ Youâre sure?â
âPlease,â Spencer gasps, his eyes pleading with you helplessly.
So, you pull your hand back and push your shorts off instead. Your panties come off in one fell swoop, and you sit back onto the couch with your legs spread. Spencerâs eyes are wide and his lips are parted as he looks at you, takes the sight of you in.Â
Then heâs like a baby deer, standing up and fumbling to get his sweatpants off. You canât help but giggle at his awkward movements, in his excitement and eagerness to get to touch you, to get to fuck you. Heâs quick to get between your legs, his hardness nudging at your entrance already.Â
âMm, not yet, Spence,â you hum. You reach for his hand, taking his wrist as you guide his fingers to your clit. âYou know what to do, right?â
He turns his wrist so his fingers â God, his fingers â are poised almost elegantly above your clit. He presses down and starts to circle his fingers against you. You gasp.
âThought you didnâtâ ohâ Didnât have much experience,â you gasp. You hold onto Spencerâs forearm tight, throwing your head back as Spencer pleasures you.
Spencer huffs out a laugh. âI might not be experienced, but Iâm not a prudeâ I remember the⊠stuff Iâve seen. Eidetic memory and all.â
âStuff,â you laugh. âIâm sure the porn youâve watched mustâve helped, darling.â
He slips his fingers into your wetness with an unsurprising ease, considering how turned on you are by him. He hits spots inside you youâve never thought were possible to reach, but they make electricity zip up your spine. You moan as he crooks his fingers into you, rocking them in and out with a wet squelch.
Spencer grins at you. âYou were saying?â
âYouâre a cocky bastard, you know that?â you huff, your tone teetering between awfully turned on and mildly annoyed.Â
âYou like it,â Spencer says, assured of himself, and you smile, because you really do.
âMy love,â you moan, as Spencer presses his fingers into you, back out. âYou should try fucking me now.â
Spencerâs fingers are still inside of you, and his eyes are wide as he looks up at you. âYou think so?â
You smile at him. âIf you think youâre up for it.â
You mourn the loss of Spencerâs fingers, but as heâs mumbling to himself and lining his cock up with your entrance, you can only coo at how adorable you find all of this. And how turned on you are, but thatâs more than obvious to the both of you by now.Â
He looks to you, like heâs looking for reassurance. You nod. Even in the silence, heâs gotten the confidence to push his cock into you, the thickness of his tip breaching your hole. You gasp as you stretch around him, your cunt making space for him as he slides in, excruciatingly slow. âSpencerââ
Spencer lets out a whine as your tight heat engulfs him, his length swallowed up by you as he sinks deeper into you. âOh, my Godââ
âJust like that, baby,â you moan, your leg hooking around Spencerâs leg to coax him forward, closer to you. âFuck.â
âDo Iâ When should Iââ Spencer gasps, unable to form a coherent sentence with the pleasure swimming through his bloodstream.Â
âYou can start moving when you donât feel like youâre going to blow your load if you breathe the wrong way,â you joke, but Spencer does seriously look like heâs going to finish any second. âHey. Deep breaths, baby.â
Spencerâs brows are furrowed and his eyes are squeezed shut as he breathes in hard, in through his nose and out through his mouth. Heâd told you to do that when heâd helped you through a panic attack one time, and while you feel bad that he feels so nervous about all this, itâs extremely amusing to you right now.Â
âLook at me,â you say, trying your best not to laugh. âYouâre doing great, love.â
Spencer pulls his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes looking to you for validation.Â
âSo good for me, darling,â you coo, your hand on his hip, while your thumb draws little circles into his skin. âAre you feeling okay?â
âYeah,â Spencer shudders, voice high-pitched and a little breathy. âIâ You feel really good.â
âYeah? Itâll feel even better when you start moving, sweetheart,â you hum. âYou think you can do that for me? Slow, out then back in.â
Spencer whimpers, nodding, and he takes another deep breath in. His hands on your waist, he pulls out halfway before pressing back into you, and he moans so loudly your ears ring. âSoâ So tight, youââ
âThatâs good, yeah? Feels good?â you coo. âCome on, baby. More.â
Spencer rests one of his arms on the back of the couch, holding himself steady and getting him that much closer to you. He starts to thrust in and out, starting off slow as he finds a rhythm.Â
His thrusts are erratic, but youâre so wildly turned on and it still feels amazing, because itâs Spencer.Â
Spencer is frantic, desperate, bracing himself against the couch as he fucks into you. Maybe pounding into you is a better phrase to use, because heâs fucking you like a madman, till the couch is squeaking under both your weight. You cry out, feeling Spencer drilling into you â and it feels so good.
âOh, God,â Spencer whines. âYouâ Itâs so good, ohââ
âYeah, baby?â You rock your hips along with him, burying Spencer deeper into you. You clench so each thrust is a little tighter, and each time Spencer fucks into you, he moans a little louder.Â
Amidst Spencerâs whines and pretty noises, you watch his face morph with pleasure, feeling assured that heâs enjoying this as much as you are. In fact, heâs probably enjoying this more. As youâre lost in your train of thought, admiring Spencerâs gorgeous face, youâre startled when you feel Spencerâs load inside of you, hot and slick. His hips flush against your ass, Spencer shudders as he rides out his orgasm, body trembling from the force of his pleasure.
âOh, Spence,â you giggle, a little dizzy from how turned on you are, from watching Spencer lose himself just like that. You reach up to cup his face, your thumb gentle on his cheek. âWas that good?â
âOh,â Spencer mumbles, seemingly brought back to reality. He pulls back, taking the sight of you in. âIâmâ Iâm good, Iâm sorryââ
âDonât be,â you say. âYouâre so cute. Itâs so hot.â
âI mean, you are too, butâ But you havenâtââ
âYou wanna make it up to me, then?â You smile, gentle and warm and Spencer nods like heâs eager to please you.Â
You kiss him while he pulls out, replacing the thickness of his cock with two fingers, which fit into you easily. Like before, Spencer presses his fingers into you, slick and wet and squelchy. Spencer curls them and fingerfucks you like a pro, like heâs done this a hundred times. With his face pressed into your shoulder and your arms slung around his neck, Spencer fucks you on his fingers until your toes are curling and youâre screaming his name. You cry out as you orgasm, shaking as Spencer fucks you through it.Â
Youâre almost embarrassed when you finally come back to your senses, no longer reeling from the intensity of your orgasm. Spencer is kissing your jawline sweetly, his clean hand stroking your hair.
âHey,â Spencer says softly, somehow knowing you needed to hear him. He parrots you from earlier, âWasâ Was that good?â
âSo good, my love,â you murmur into his shoulder. Then, after a quiet moment, âI thought you needed some time to get comfortable with being intimate.âÂ
Spencer pauses for a moment, like heâs pondering it, before he says, âI know. But for you, I think Iâd do anything.â
Thatâs all Spencer manages to get out before you kiss him again. Itâs tender and sweet, the intensity behind your kiss no longer lustful but full of adoration and love. You feel like you could sob right now, but you manage to hold it back.
Spencer gets into the shower with you, which youâre surprised by, but his hands are soft on your body as he cleans you up. You shampoo his hair for him, even though he has to lean forward a little so you can reach.Â
You end up falling asleep in Spencerâs bed, curled up in his arms.Â
You donât dream at night, but when you wake up with a hardness poking against your thigh and Spencerâs gentle snoring in your ear, you think you might be.Â
In your dreariness, you reach behind you, the angular sharpness of Spencerâs hip bone under your palm. Heâs warm, cuddled up against you, and the tickling of his breath on your neck tells you that this isnât a dream.Â
âSpence,â you whisper, shaking him slightly. You watch as he blinks himself awake, drowsy as he comes to focus on your face. âHey.â
âGood morning,â Spencer says, his voice rough with disuse. âWhatâs up?â
âYou are,â you smile, a little too pleased, as your hand snakes down toward his crotch.Â
He squeaks at the contact, your soft hand on his hardness, âUm, sorry about that.â
âDonât be,â you laugh. âHad a good dream?â
He pulls his lower lip between his teeth. âAbout you, yeah.â
âWanna tell me about it?â you goad, wiggling your eyebrows.Â
Spencerâs cheeks somehow get even redder than they already were, but he shakes his head. âI wantâ I want to have sex, though.â
Your eyes widen. âNow?â
âDo you have the time for it?â He asks, sheepish. âIâ I want to fuck you again.â
Your cheeks flush at Spencerâs sudden crudeness. You think about what Spencer couldâve possibly dreamt up, wonder how Spencer could possibly be confident enough to tell you straight up that he wants to fuck you. That phrase probably hadnât been in Spencerâs lexicon until about twelve hours ago â while Spencer was smart â a literal genius â his innocence was completely understandable.Â
âWe have time,â you exhale, looking back into his eyes after looking at the clock. âI only have to be at the office in a couple of hours.â
âGood,â Spencer says, leaning in to kiss down your neck. His hands are frisky already, slipping underneath your shirt. Spencer splays his hands over your stomach, before reaching up to cup your breasts in his hands.Â
âYou like touching me like this, donât you, baby?â you chuckle breathlessly, already feeling weak in the knees from the way Spencer holds you. âMm, Iâm surprised.â
âWhy is that?â His words are slightly muffled against your skin, too busy kissing you to make himself sound coherent. His hands are rough against the softness of your skin, and you moan from the way heâs handling you.
âYesterday you couldnât even tell me you wanted to fuck,â you croon, thoroughly pleased. âAnd now youâre touching me like you know what youâre doing. Itâs so hot.â
âIâ I just canât get enough of you,â Spencer admits, his earnest words turning you on extremely.
âNow youâre just horny,â you laugh, feeling Spencerâs hand slide over your underwear.
âMm, youâre so wet right now too,â Spencer murmurs in your ear, his warm breath and raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine. Whereâd he learn to talk like that? You squeeze your thighs together, but that doesnât stop Spencer from feeling the wetness between your legs, soaking through your panties.Â
âAll for you, baby,â you gasp, as Spencerâs fingers slip past the band of your underwear, deftly stroking your clit. âSpencerââ
âCan I fuck you? Please?â He pleads, breathy, his hips already rutting forward against your ass.Â
His eagerness makes your head spin, his sudden confidence in the realm of sex surprising â maybe itâs cockiness, but you still find that stupidly attractive â but it is certainly welcomed.Â
âYes, Spence, please,â you shudder, the word yes leaving your lips enough for Spencer to pull your underwear down, over the swell of your ass. He fumbles with his own boxers for a moment, but soon you feel his hard, leaking tip pressed to your butt. He rocks his hips back and forth, desperately seeking whatever friction he can get.Â
Lost in his own pleasure, Spencer is quick to slide his cock between your legs, the wetness from your cunt making it easy for him to rut into the tight, slick space. Like this, his length rubs up against you, the head of his cock nudging at your clit with every thrust of his hips. It feels primal, Spencer so far gone that he isnât even fucking you proper, content with the slick, tight space between your thighs and your pussy. You wonder if you need to tell him, but Spencerâs groan in your ear is shaky as his tip catches on your hole.
His arms wrapped around you, both of you moan as Spencer finally sinks his cock into you. He slides in too easily, so easily you almost think heâd hadnât meant to do it. Maybe he hadnât, but youâd gotten there in the end, where you both need to be; Spencer buried inside of you.
Itâs so different from yesterday, the angle when he presses into you from behind so exhilarating, so good. Heâs just as desperate as last night, but thereâs a sort of reckless confidence in his movements. His hands slide under your shirt to grab at your tits again, rocking his hips while he practically gropes you. Itâs so hot your head spins. You feel like youâre going to explode.
âSpencer!â You cry out, your voice ripping its way out of your throat. Pleasure surges through you like electricity, Spencerâs thick cock hitting all the right spots from this angle. His eager desperation turns you on to no end, as you let him take you from behind. While you werenât expecting lazy, morning sex at all, the intensity and desperation he fucks you with right now makes you think you could get used to this.
Spencerâs whine has your head spinning. His hips donât slow, more rhythmic than yesterday but still as needy. âFuck, you feel so good.â
âYeah?â You coo breathlessly. Youâre so fucking turned on, and every time Spencer drives his hips into you you can hear how wet you really are. âYouâre doing so good for me, Spence, fucking me so good.â
âYou like it? Is it good?â Spencer gasps, always so eager to please you.
âSo good,â you moan. Youâre still sore from last night, but the pleasure Spencer is giving you right now overrides all of that. You would love for him to wake you up like this every day. âIâm close, baby.â
âOh,â Spencer says, like heâs surprised youâre already getting off on this, on himâ âWhat do you need me to do?â
âJust keep going, Spence,â you gasp. âKeep fucking me just like this.â
Spencerâs hum is breathy, high-pitched. Somehow, his grip on you gets tighter, holding you like heâs afraid youâll disappear. The force he fucks you with is so wildly arousing. Youâre so enamoured, and so turned on.
Your orgasm creeps up on you, slow and steady as it bubbles up inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the dirty, rough way Spencer fucks you, and then you feel his soft lips on your neck again. He isnât properly kissing you â more like slobbering all over your neck, but you cry out as he does so, thighs pressing together as you reach your orgasm. Youâre shaking through it, clenching around Spencer as you come, and Spencerâs gasping as your tight pussy pushes Spencer over the edge too. You feel his come inside of you, cock twitching as his load spurts hot and heavy into your cunt. You sob, feeling Spencer slow his thrusts as he rides out his orgasm.
âHoly shit,â you say, your voice coming out ragged and hoarse. You feel like a different woman, being fucked ruthlessly by your boyfriend in his bed for the first time. You canât get enough.Â
âI love you,â Spencer says quietly, earnest. It makes you shudder.Â
âYouâre crazy,â you laugh, taken aback at how Spencerâs returned to his gentle, soft self. âI love you too, you madman.â
âI canât resist you,â he murmurs in your ear, the vibrations of his raspy morning voice almost soothing.
You turn around to face him, Spencer still holding you in his arms. He smiles warmly at you, and you lean in to kiss him. âYouâre so cute.â
âWanna go again?â he asks, somewhat timid.Â
Your eyes widen. You try to hide your grin, but it doesnât work. âSomeoneâs desperate, huh?â
Spencer flushes a gorgeous red. âMaybe a little?â
âI have to get ready for work,â you sigh, actually a little bummed that you can't spend all day fucking Spencer. âMaybe tonight?â
âOkay,â Spencer smiles. âWant me to drive you back to yours?â
You grin. âYouâre the best!â
Work is relatively uneventful, numbers and Excel spreadsheets; and all you can think about is Spencerâs rapid change in demeanour over the last twelve hours, his innocence torn away by you, leaving behind a horny, insatiable man. Youâre kind of proud of yourself for that.Â
So, you canât blame yourself for being excited to get back to Spencerâs. Lately, youâve been staying over more, your apartment simply a place to house your wardrobe. Maybe youâll talk to Spencer about living together.
âHey, Spence,â you say, pleased when Spencer kisses you as he greets you at the door.Â
Even with all the probable germs on you from being out all day, Spencerâs surprisingly clingy, hands on your waist as he stumbles in behind you, as you set the takeout youâd brought over on his dining table. Spencer leans in behind you, kissing your cheek then down your neck.
âHey, whatâs with you, baby?â you chuckle, very much enjoying the way Spencerâs hands slide down your waist to your hips, grabbing the meat of your thighs through your dress pants.
âMissed you,â Spencer answers simply, but even you can tell thereâs something in his voice that implies heâs looking for something more.Â
âIâm sorry I had to leave you alone the whole day, my love. Iâm sure you mustâve found something to busy yourself with, though?â You hum, teasing. You have a good idea of where this is going.
Spencerâs quiet for a moment, so you turn to look at him. His lips are pressed into a thin line, looking almost nervous, and his cheeks are flushed red. Spencer finally presses his body close to yours, and you feel itâ
âSpence,â you grin, âSomeoneâs happy to see me.â
âThought about itâ Thought about you all day,â Spencer mumbles. âYou promised.â
âWhat did I promise, baby?â you egg him on, eager to hear him say it, even though you definitely know what heâs going to ask.Â
âThat we would do it again tonight,â he answers, but you shoot him a look. âYou said we would have sex again tonight.â
âTwice in one day? I donât know, baby,â you pretend to sound disinterested.
Spencer looks at you with wide eyes. Respectful as ever, he clears his throat. âPlease? If youâre tired we donât have to, but I really want to. Only if you want to, though. This involves both of us, I donât want to imposeââ
You giggle, reaching to hold his hands. âGod, youâre perfect.â
âWhatâ?â Spencer barely gets the word out before youâre kissing him. Heâs happy to do so, holding your face gently, matching your energy perfectly. You feel his cock pressing against you.Â
âI turned you into a sex fiend,â you laugh, between kissing him, âAnd youâre still thinking about making sure Iâm into it too.â
âOf course, why wouldnât I be?â Spencerâs brows furrow slightly, like he canât comprehend how he could be into it if you werenât too. âAnd I- Iâm not a sex fiend, I justââ
Smiling, you whisper sultrily, âI think you should take me right here, baby.â
âOhââ You cut Spencer off with another kiss, and he squeaks as you reach for his half-hard cock through his sweatpants. Youâre positively delighted that Spencerâs like this, for you.
Spencer kisses you deeply, leaning forward until the small of your back hits the edge of the table. His hands coming up to your ass, he lifts you up, getting you to lay back on the table. You gasp, as Spencer kisses down the column of your neck, his hands making quick work of the buttons of your dress shirt. His lips are soft against your skin, at the swell of your breasts. Your shirt gets pushed off your shoulders. You feel him unhook your bra with a surprising ease, tossed aside, and then his hands are grabbing your tits like they were made for him. His thumbs brush over your nipples, a little forceful as he kneads at you, and your head is spinning.Â
âSpencer,â you moan, as he kisses down your stomach, unbuttoning your pants to reveal your soaked-through underwear. He smiles up at you, his messy mop of hair a lovely sight.Â
âCan IâŠ?â Spencerâs big brown eyes dart down to where youâre soaked, then back up at you.
Your eyes widen. âYes. If you want to.â
Spencer grins. âOf course I want to.â
His fingers are gentle on your hips as he pulls your panties off, wasting no time in spreading your legs so he can get between them. Your eyes are wide as you watch him, feeling kind of self-conscious over how eager he is to be doing this. Knelt between your thighs, he lifts one of your legs and swings them over his shoulder. You can feel his stubble on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his nose nudging against your clit. His tongue comes up, wet and hot, as he tastes you for the first time. âSpencerââ
He presses his face impossibly closer, more urgent in eating you out. You watch as his eyes flutter shut, his jaw flexing as his tongue works on you, and youâre trembling already. Spencerâs extremely good with his mouth, and youâre surprised at how good heâs making you feel, considering he likely hasnât done this before. The sounds of his mouth are wet and squelchy and so obscene, and you would feel almost embarrassed, were it not for how into this Spencer seems to be too,Â
With your hands in his hair, you cry out when Spencerâs tongue circles your swollen clit, jolts of pleasure sent through your body. You canât think straight when Spencerâs face is buried between your legs, eating you out like he was made for this. All you can think about is how gifted Spencer is with his tongue, and how you wish you could do this all night.Â
âPlease, love,â you moan, âNeed you to fuck me.â
Spencer hums in approval, the vibrations between your legs making you jump. He makes a little wet slurping noise before he comes back up, and you feel your cunt throb when he looks up at you with his lovely, wide brown eyes, and his chin wet and messy with your slick. Spencer wipes his face with the back of his hand, and youâre so turned on you might just explode.
âI love you,â you tell him earnestly. âI think this is the craziest thing Iâve ever done. I love you.â
âWhat is? Having sex on my dinner table?â Spencer quips, as he sets your legs down and stands back up. He has a cocky grin plastered on his face.Â
You roll your eyes playfully. âFirst time for everything, right?â
Spencer nods, smiling, before he leans forward to kiss you sweetly. You watch as he pulls his sweatpants down, his cock bobbing up, red and angry and rock hard. You feel yourself salivating at the sight, but decide that he needs to fuck you right now.
âSpencer,â you mewl, feeling breathless as you watch him wrap a hand around himself, stroking his length. Concentration is written all over his face and it makes you want to kiss him.Â
âIâve been wanting to do this all day,â Spencer says, pressing his cock forward until heâs lined up with your entrance. Itâs so tantalising, the way the blunt head of his cock threatens to slip into you. Youâre so wet and so loose for him, and you need him inside of you now.
You gasp when he finally pushes in, his thick cock splitting you in half as he slides into you. The pressure is so perfect, the slow draw of his hips as he takes care not to rush, wanting to take care of you. Even with all this still being new for Spencer, he still focuses on you, puts you first. Youâre not sure if youâre swooning over him, or the way his cock fits inside you perfectly.
You donât need to encourage him to start moving. He rocks his hips slowly, somehow already familiar with your body, and makes you feel like you could explode with pleasure.Â
He leans forward, pressing his body to yours as he kisses you. Like this, Spencer presses into you deeper, fucks you slow and deep and loving. The edge of the table is absolutely digging into your back, but you donât care when every sense of yours is filled with Spencer, getting to taste and touch and hear him. You taste yourself on his tongue, hear the sloppy way he thrusts into you, your skin burning wherever heâs pressed up against you.Â
Burying his face in your neck, Spencer pants in your ear, hot and heavy as he fucks you, giving you everything you need. Your head is swimming with arousal, as Spencer presses you against the table and fucks you like his life depends on it. âYou feel so good, fuck, so goodââ
âIâm so close, baby,â you cry out, the pace absolutely ruthless as Spencer fucks you. You didnât think his stamina would be this good, considering your boyfriendâs lanky stature and abhorrence towards exercise. You certainly wouldnât mind doing this kind of cardio with him more often. âPlease, Spenceââ
âLet go, Iâ Iâm here for you,â Spencer stumbles over his words, but heâs so sweet that youâre losing yourself, your orgasm crashing into you like a tidal wave. You scream as you reach your peak, your toes curling while Spencer fucks you through it, shaking as pleasure and arousal zips through your body. Spencerâs hips stutter as the tightness of your pussy has him reeling, too close too quickly.Â
While his hips keep a steady pace, youâre feeling loopy as Spencer continues to fuck you. You hold his head close to you, kissing his forehead as you murmur, âYouâre so hot, Spence. Made me come so quickly, and you held out for me? So good for me, baby. Are you close?â
Spencer whines, a pitiful noise in the back of his throat. âPlease, Iâm so close, need youââ
âIâm right here, baby,â you coo, stroking his sweat-matted hair sweetly. Youâre so enamoured with him. âGonna cum inside me, Spence? Fill me up with yourââ
You donât even get to finish your dirty talk before Spencer is moaning, coming inside of you. It feels like heâs released so much inside of you, hot and messy as he fucks you through his own high. His chest heaves as he pants, trembling as he reels from the intensity of his orgasm. Spencerâs hips slow to a stop, and he mouths at your neck mindlessly until he seems to get his bearings back. You imagine you must look a mess, sweat and spit all over you, your makeup from a long day of work likely running by now.Â
Spencer gets up off of you, so both of you have space to catch your breaths. You feel Spencer slip out of you with a slick âpopâ, and feel his release trickle out of you just moments after. You stifle a quiet moan, but when you look up at Spencer, his eyes couldnât possibly leave the sight between your legs. His lips are parted slightly, pupils blown wide, as he watches you drip with his release. You feel Spencerâs cock, resting against your inner thigh, twitch slightly.Â
âWoah there, cowboy,â you chuckle, out of breath. âGive me a minute to recover.â
His eyes practically twinkle when they dart up to look at you. Heâs like an excited puppy as he asks, âAgain?â
You shake your head, laughing, and sit up to kiss Spencer again. âMaybe we could try something new?â
Spencer grins, nodding eagerly. It definitely seems like heâs down for whatever, as long as itâs with you.Â
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NOTES â just saw challengers today and absolutely needed to write smth for these two! only used a gif of art because theres none of the two of them and almost none for patrick </3, iâm a little rusty with smut so bare with me
WARNINGS â 18+ content mdni, slight challengers 2024 spoilers, fem!reader, kinda dom!art, pure smut/little plot, art/patrick interactions, talk of previous art/patrick sexual encounters, spit play, oral (m receiving), tit sucking, dirty talk, mentions of anal, little bit of aftercare, not proofread, lmk if i forgot anything!
REQUEST â Pls write a smut fic with reader and Art fucking in the hotel room (with Patrick watching) and reader asking if Patrick can join them and ofc Art canât say no because he finds the idea of this super hot. Maybe reader makes Art and Patrick make out like in the movie đ
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None of you were too sure how exactly this had started. You, Art, and Patrick had stumbled back into their hotel room after leaving the beach, each of you finding your own place to sit after Patrick opened up a beer, took a swig, and passed the can to you. Youâd taken a seat closer to Art, having naturally gravitated towards him more so than Patrick. And quickly, you and Art were making out, leaving Patrick to watch.Â
You blamed the beer. And the fact that you found both Art and Patrick incredibly hot. One minute youâre at a party, dedicated to your best friend, Tashi Duncan, and the next youâre sitting on the beach being invited back to the guysâ hotel room, and the next after that, Art is stripping you of your clothes while Patrick takes a seat leaned up against the wall opposite the foot of the bed.Â
âCan I-â He begins, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, desperation clear in his eyes. At your nod, Art quickly yanks your shirt over your head and immediately pulls your body flush against his. Heâs planting soft, wet kisses up and down your neck as his fingers work the back of your bra. His eyes widen the moment it drops to the ground.Â
Giving you a moment's glance he quickly sucks one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking and biting. Feeling as though heâs neglected the other one, he pinches and tugs on the opposite nipple, smiling around the one in his mouth at the moans you let out.Â
âYeah, baby? You like this? Me with your tits in my mouth and my best friend jerking off while watching us?â
For a moment, youâd forgotten about Patrick. Your eyes shoot open, landing on him instantly. The sight of him, slouched against the wall, his hand already wrapped around his cock, with his eyes fixated on both you and Art. He looked so hot, you werenât sure how youâd forgotten that he was even there.Â
âMhm, âs hot.â you admitted, turning Arts face back to you, tugging his bottom lip back into your mouth. The blond pushes you back onto the beds that were pushed together - Patrickâs idea if anyone were to ask - and begins kissing up your stomach only stopping long enough to kiss each of your nipples. He grabs your face, pushing his fingers into your cheeks, making you open your mouth, before letting a large glob of spit fall from his mouth into yours.Â
âSwallow.â He smiles when you do so without complaint, even going as far as to look as if you wanted him to do it again.Â
Patrick moans at that, louder than before. Sure he and Art had messed around before, when they were both single and bored and needed a good fuck, that wasnât new, but hearing that commanding tone in the blonds voice sent a shiver down his spine.Â
âGod, that was hot.â Patrick sighs, laughing when Art gives him the finger.Â
âFuck off, Patrick.â Both of them know he doesnât mean it, if he wasnât wanted there, you or Art wouldâve said something, but you didnât. whether Art knew it or not, both you and he wanted him to stay, and keep watching.
At some point during that interaction, you werenât sure when exactly, Art had shed his pants and underwear. He was dragging the tip up and down your slit, up and down, stopping every few seconds to slap your clit with it. When your eyes finally landed on his length, it made your jaw drop. He was big, bigger than youâd seen before, he was long and girthy with veins running along the bottom of it.Â
He slowly slides into you, admiring the look of pure bliss on your face. Heâd never seen anyone look so angelic. The closest comparison he could make was how Patrick looked when heâd first given him a blow job. He wouldnât call the look on Patrick's face angelic perse, but it was hot, really hot. The reminder of that, and the way youâve begun clenching around him, spurs him into you. His hips snapping into yours, his heavy balls hitting your ass with each thrust. It was unlike anything either of you had felt before.Â
I want him to join.
You werenât sure that the words had actually left your mouth until the blond on top of you stopped his thrusts, looking into your eyes for a moment.Â
âThat what you want, baby?â He murmurs, kissing sloppily up and down your neck, shivers running through your entire body at his touch. His fingers falling to your clit, flicking at it. The pleasure was almost enough to make you forget that heâd even asked a question.Â
Almost.Â
âPlease,â Even in your fucked out state, you couldnât help but want more.Â
âCome on, Zweig. You heard her.â Patrick grins, hopping to his feet, although slightly hesitant. He wasnât sure where to go, or what to do. But his nerves dissolved the moment Art turned around, and gave him that look, one that he knew meant that everything would be okay. It meant that he just needed to get over himself and have a good time, everything would work out. After that heâs on the move towards you, giving Art a harsh slap to the ass as he goes past him, laughing when Art swats back at him.Â
Patrick all but flies onto the bed, having kicked his underwear off the moment he stood up, and his shirt is long gone, a mix of yours, his, and Arts clothes are scattered around the hotel room, sure to have lost at least one thing. But none of you had it in you to care, too overwhelmed with pleasure. Your mouth opens before heâs even fully on the bed, but he gets the message, quickly positioning his tip in front of your mouth, thrusting a few times before losing control and fucking your throat.Â
The three of you move in tandem for minutes, or maybe it was hours, Art would thrust into you, rubbing your clit with his fingers, while Patrick would be pulling himself out of your mouth at the same time. It felt as though this was a regular occurrence, as though it were normal. And god did you hope it would become a normal thing. The three of you, together, making each other feel good.Â
Tapping Patricks thigh lightly, you hum happily when he pulls out of your mouth, giggling at how quickly he begins to check and make sure youâre okay.Â
âWhat? Whatâs wrong? Are you okay? I didnât hurt you, did I?â The words come out of his mouth at lightning speed and itâs difficult for you to understand, but Art had and his thrusts slowed to a stop, hands leaving your body, giving you a questioning look as if repeating everything his friend had just said.Â
âIâm fine baby,â And then you say something neither of them could quite hear.Â
âGotta speak up for us, sweetheart. Canât do what you want us to do otherwise.â That comes from Patrick, Art nodding along with him.Â
âWant you two to kiss.â The words fly out of your lips and youâre suddenly shy, pressing your face into Patricks thigh, nipping at it softly.Â
Both men smirk at you before making eye contact with each other, giving a subtle nod.Â
âWell câmon man, you know how I like it.â
The combination of Arts words, his sudden thrusts and Patrick taking it upon himself to flick at your clit, push you over the edge. The power of your orgasm makes your legs shake, your mind empty of anything this isnât you, Patrick, or Art.Â
Theyâre still kissing, itâs all teeth and tongue and spit. Itâs messy, and it only stops long enough for Arts mouth to fall open, moans spilling out as he comes inside of you, hot spurts of his come flooding your insides, leaving a white ring around the base of his cock as he fucks you through both of your orgasms.Â
At this point, Patrick has taken a step back, and is watching again. Heâs stroking himself with one hand, squeezing just right and out of nowhere, Art reaches out, cupping the dark haired man's balls, tugging and rubbing on them just the way Patrick likes. The added pleasure sends him crashing over the edge, he barely has the time to move and aim his cum to where you and Art are connected, spilling himself all over your cunt and Arts cock.Â
Art pulls out and the three of you fall into a pile of heavy breathing, sweat, spit, and cum on the beds pushed into the middle of the room. Once you all catch your breath, Patrick is the first to speak.Â
âWow.â It was simple, but it made you all burst out laughing.Â
âWow, indeed.â you murmur, pressing a kiss to his pec, turning to do the same to Art.Â
âThat was fucking hot.â Arts words make you all giggle yet again.Â
âOkay,â Patrick leans you into Art and pushes himself off of the bed, ââm gonna get you two cleaned up, be right back.â He reassures you, hearing you whine at losing his presence. He comes back with a warm washcloth in hand, and a small cup of water in his other. He hands the water to Art motioning for him to take a drink and then give you some as well, while he bends at the waist, resting his knees on the floor and taking the cloth to your core, cleaning you as gently as he could before moving onto Art. Tossing the cloth to the corner of the room he pulls both you and Art into his embrace, enjoying the quiet for a moment before you break the silence.Â
âRound two? Whoever makes me cum harder gets to fuck me here first.â You smile slyly, placing your hand on your ass, giggling when Patrick snatches you from Arts hold, muttering something about how he âgot you first last time and that itâs his turn now.â
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Long Distance Bf!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader
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+18 reader is a gamer, talk about games, long distance, pining, sex toys, mentions of phone sex and video sex, established relationship, slight angst, reader being insecure, kissing, oral (f and m), rough, spit, dirty talking, p in v (unprotected), eddie being a sweetheart as well as a perv in a good way
Summary: You didn't plan it, but through a game lobby you met the person who would become your long distance boyfriend. The time came for him to visit you for the first time after five months of dating... and you are not going to hold back.
a/n: thank you to @ghost-proofbaby for proofreading and fixing so much shit, as well as @andvys cause these bitches betaread almost every filth i write. this was supposed to be a v-day fic, so happy belated valentine's day.
Please reblog, be kind.
NO MORE BUFFERING
âEddie, what kind of internet do they have in Hawkins? Youâre lagging like shit⊠again.â
âDonât disrespect itââ Silence, a robotic voice coming in making you roll your eyes. ââItâs a small townââ and again. ââYou know.â
âNo, cause I didnât hear half the shit you said.â He froze on the screen for a second before the call dropped. A second later, your phone started ringing, making you scoff with a smile, answering the video call.Â
âI am so tired of this shit, sweetheart.â You saw his mop of curls coming into view as he placed the phone standing straight on his desk. You saw he was shirtless as he put cream on his hair, one of your requests after seeing the dryness and open ends on them.
âI told you to call the company many times!âÂ
âItâs not the company, Hawkins is shit.â You giggled at his outburst, feeling your cheeks flush the more you looked at the expanse of his chest. The arms covered in tattoos, and you could see the happy trail going down into his sweatpants, which were too low, and his bush started sticking out a bit. âYou done checking me out?â
âYouâre hot.â You heard him chuckle on the other side of the screen. Your lovely boyfriend just posed for the camera, pretending to be in a vogue magazine or something. You giggled as you felt your cheeks heat up. No matter how many months had passed, he would still make you feel giddy and nervous. Who would have thought that the stranger standing on the other side of the screen would become your long distance boyfriend?
You didnât plan it, really. It just happened.
Since you were little you liked playing video games. You adored it. Unlike some of the girls and boys in your school who did sports and stuff, you preferred to stay home with your Playstation 1, then the second one, then the Wii, then your first computer to play on. You made friends along the years, but then those friends lost interest in video games.
Nowadays, you have a full on gamer setup built in a room of your apartment. You also had studied Video Game 3D blending and you have a very well-paying job at a game producer company. You were basically living the life you always wanted to have. Your friends didnât mind that you were a hermit or a little introvert with yourself. They learned to love you that way, often just laying on the bed as you play games, just being there for company, and you greatly appreciated that.
The problem was, none of your friends played online, and you were sick and tired of going into teams with random people in Call of Duty, and you were also disgusted and fed up with the men that just insulted you in game just because you were a woman, even if your score was better than what they did. They just kept insulting you, reporting you, and you encountered maybe just one woman every night in the lapse of ten matches.Â
So, you opened your Discord app, where you can join community servers of fandoms, and you joined the Call of Duty official server. You wanted to build a team, or to join one where they would not judge you. Maybe you could find an all-girl team in there. Your mouse moved around, looking through the topic channels to find what you were looking for. Finally, there it was.
âTeam finder.â
You decided to give it a try and joined that channel, seeing the people messaging each other, some asking for teammates and revealing their status in the game. You were pretty high in rank, so you were trying to look for a team that had the same one or close. Suddenly, a user that went by âi wear weird al shirtsâ sent a message.
âLooking for just one more teammate. We are looking for either a diamond or crimson rank!â
Your heart beat a little bit rapidly as you replied to them, telling them you were crimson rank. You received a message request later, privately, and you saw it was that same username, introducing themselves as Dustin. You checked their profile card, seeing they went by he/him. You were very respectful with the online communityâs pronouns, so you always made sure to get them right.
He told you that they have a server for the teammates only, but that they would like to test how they feel with your gaming ability first. You licked your lips a bit and hovered over your keyboard, wondering if you should tell him you are in fact a woman. But you donât know the rest of the team, so there might be another girl in there.Â
You gave Dustin your username, immediately receiving an invite in game. You joined the crew. You entered a very silent lobby, the other five people inside but not talking. You assumed that they were talking to each other in that private discord. You now hovered on your hot key to push to talk in game, but you didnât quite want them to know you were a woman yet. Finally, one talked.
âHello! Iâm Gareth!â
âYou are just going to give out your name like that? Christ.â Three guys for now. So you got Dustin, Gareth, an annoyed person and you are left to know two more.Â
âStop having a stick up your ass, Mike. Iâm Jeff.â Another guy.
âIâm Eddie, the most handsome guy in here.â You saw the speaker icon at the top of their characters light up each time they talked.
âShut up, Eddie. Letâs just play and see if this guy is any good.â This Mike dude was very irritable. Your eyebrow twitched when he called you âguyâ. They thought you were a man.
âHang on, maybe itâs a lady!â The character of the guy named Gareth lit up.
âAs if.â Mike talked once more and your anger was slowly rising - you were committed to make this guy eat his fucking words. When you get angry in game, you get ten times better, and this stupid little man is gonna wish he got on your good side by the end of it.
âYou ainât going to present yourself, sugar?â The Eddie guy talked and you decided to type by now.
âIf by the end of the game you guys want me in your party, I will.â
âFair enough.â He responded and you sighed in relief. They went silent, and you could only guess they were talking on the discord again to each other. They started the game.
You got first kill.
First headshot.
The guys were cheering you on. Even the Mike guy was going insane over you.
You ended up as Player of the game. You smiled in triumph as you laid back on your chair. The guys cheered for you in the lobby, and you received a message from Dustin, the invite to a server called, âHellfire Clubâ. What an odd name. They played nice, and they were fun with their commentary, the problem was if they would accept you when they learned you are a woman. One way to find out.
You clicked on the link, accepting the invite. You saw them all connected to the voice chat, and you felt your belly turning with nerves. You licked your lips as you took a deep breath in, seeing the messages in the chat to join them. You pressed on the voice chat, their voices blasting in your ears, cheering for you.
âLook who it is! Our champion! Our savior!â Dustin yelled and you smiled, containing a laugh.Â
âMay we ask for the name of our brilliant knight?â You saw Eddieâs icon light up at his voice. This was it.
âLady.â
Silence. Radio fucking silence. This was the part where you get kicked out, wasnât it? Or where they start bashing on you, or bully you, or assume you are cheating in the game.Â
âHoly fucking shit!â The guy Jeff exclaimed as they started laughing, Dustinâs icon lighting up then.
âMike, you better fucking apologize cause she carried your sorry ass just now!â You rolled your eyes, not even thinking the guy would properly apologize butâ
âI am so sorry, I am forever in your debt.â Your eyes widened and then you saw on your other monitor how, thanks to this match, Mike had ascended rank in game.Â
âUh, no problem.â You didnât want to make your voice cheery, or high pitched with emotion, just in case you would annoy these guys. Eddie talked again through chuckles.
âWe have a goddess in our land, boys, we gotta behave.â You sat there, expectantly as you waited for everyone to settle down. Then Eddie, who you saw was the one who created the server to begin with, talked to you again. âDoes the goddess have a name?â
You gave your name softly, and each guy greeted you properly. You were stunned at this change of scenery. These guys were chill with you, but you really do wonderâ
âArenât you guys freaked out that a girl is playing with you?â
âAre you kidding? One of our members was a girl too, she kicked ass, the sister of a friend. She started school so she is not able to play with us as much as before!â Dustin explained and your mouth fell open at that. They didnât care if youâre a girl. They just cared that you played nice.Â
âAhem, sweetheart.â Your body straightened up at the pet name, not disliking it at all for some reason. âYou wanna join Hellfire?â
Every Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, you all played together for hours. Mostly were wins thanks to you and Eddie, then there were some losses, but not a single game was toxic. They raged sure, but you werenât far behind.
âCOCK SUCKING SLUT, YOU FUCKING CHEATING PIECE OF SHIT!â You yelled loudly, ready to throw your controller across the room because you knew you found someone using a bot to aim perfectly at the head.Â
The boysâ laughter resonated in your ear, and Gareth was always the one to try to calm you down. You were so happy to have found a group that liked you, that had fun with you, and honestly was super interactive. The boys shared their foods, purchases, even clothes they bought in the general chat of the server. They showed their pets as well, Eddie, you and Jeff being the only two who didnât own any.
You confessed youâve always wanted a rat, and while most of the guys disagreed, Eddie was on your side 100%. He found rats cute, and he knew that they are as intelligent as a seven month old puppy.
One night in particular, after a month of talking with them, they decided to have a drinking night with you. Even if they were close to each other in distance, they stayed in their homes so that you could join and not feel left out. You were so thankful for them, but that meant you would be on camera for the first time. You wondered what they imagined you looked like, and you wondered how they looked like as well. They never shared pictures in the chat, and you never shared yours. You assumed they just wanted to keep their privacy. They knew each other in real life, unlike you.
So you got yourself out of your hermit clothes, put on makeup, even did your hair a bit. You put on an oversized sweater and prepared your beer in front of your PC. You took a deep breath in as you fixed the camera at the top of your monitor and you looked at yourself in the preview before joining the voice chat. You could see everyone pinging you, hurrying you, and you finally clicked the button.
The boys cheered as you came on the screen. You saw how they clapped and whooped. Only one person was not saying anything andâ Oh fuckâŠÂ
You didnât expect Eddie to look like that. You didnât expect Eddie to look like your type. Oh, fuck. And he wasnât talking. He wasnât saying anything, why?
âHey, Munson, you alright there?â Jeff asked with a snicker on his lips, which made Eddie finally snap out, his curls falling on his face. You didnât know if it was because of the lighting or what, but his face turned slightly red.Â
âYep, totally fine. Iâm just bummed I have to give up my throne.â Your eyebrows met in the middle a bit, staring into his camera only.
âYour throne?â
âPrettiest from the group, duh.â At his words, Gareth whistled, Mike and Dustin laughing with a cringe, but you felt yourself flush all over. Itâd been a while since you got complimented like that, but that was because you truly never went out. You canât even remember when was the last time you had sex. Your dildo doesnât count.
âI beg to differ.â You commented and that seemed to catch Eddie off guard, because he choked a bit with his saliva. Jeff laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at the camera.
âYou guys want us to leave?â And was it evil for you to wish that? A bit. You chuckled and shook your head as you raised your can towards the camera.
âI thought this was a drinking night?â
After that camera call, it seemed the boys were keen to keep putting the cameras when in the voice chat. You did as well, taking them grocery shopping and to the pet store to look at rats, the only one awwâing at them being Eddie. But there was one particular call where Jeff, Gareth and Eddie were together while Mike and Dustin were not online.
âWelcome to your first Corroded Coffin concert, sweetheart!â You were in awe as you saw them play, but Eddieâ Eddie caught your eye. He had been catching your eye for a while, and after exchanging instagrams with everyone, that attraction only grew.Â
But what were you thinking? He lived in Indiana, you lived in Virginia. This was just attraction over a guy youâll probably meet in a year if this online thing doesnât fall apart. Itâll go away. It had to.
Yet there was one night, where Mike, Dustin, Eddie and you were playing together, Dustin and Mike telling you that they were heading to bed. You pouted a bit on camera, not really wanting to go to sleep, but you knew the gaming night was over. You said goodbye to Mike and Dustin, about to say goodnight to Eddie as well, butâ
âIâm not tired, you wanna stay on call with me, sweetheart?â
One call turned to two, to three, to four, to times when you both pretended to be offline so you could call each other privately. You watched movies, talked about TV shows, about one anotherâs lives, likes and dislikes, and soon, your attraction turned into a crush. Your heart raced whenever you called him, whenever you woke up with good morning messages from him, and then you called each other every single day.Â
You shouldnât have done this. You were now with a crush on a man who lived miles away from you. And maybe he didnât even feel the same for you, just that he found a new friendship in you and maybe he just wanted a feminine touch in his life.
âThis movie fucking sucked ass, Eddie.â You laughed as you rubbed your eyes, the credits of the movie you two watched together rolling up. You looked at his face as he laughed into his hands in shame.
âThis is what I get for following Steveâs suggestion, for fucks sake.â âDrag me to hellâ, supposedly a great scary movie. Sure, if you think a possessed talking goat is scary.
âTell Steve that if I ever meet him, Iâm tying him to a chair so he forcefully watches the ridiculous 6. That will cause him an aneurysm.â You heard him scoff, putting a hand to his chest in feigned offense.
âTake that back right now!â You could only giggle, shaking your head.
âNo, Iâm standing by what I said.âÂ
âTake it backââ
âMake me.â Suddenly he went silent and your smile fell. Did you fuck it up? Did you go overboard with that?
âDo you want me to?â His voice was not playful, no⊠it was flirty⊠Oh, he was flirting with you. Eddie was flirting with you.Â
âMmm, I donât know. Depends on how you do it.â This time you heard him groan, your heart beating out of your chest as he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the camera and the screen, probably looking at you.
âOkay, I think itâs time we cut to the chase, shouldnât we, sweetheart?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â
âI enjoy being alone with you here, do you enjoy being alone with me?â You felt your body flushing all over, sweat appearing on your fingertips.
âI do⊠a lot.â And he nodded. You noticed how he nervously looked at the camera and then at the screen. He ran a hand through his hair before he spoke again.
âDarling⊠I know itâs fucking stupid, andâ Kind of weirdâ but, fuck⊠I have never met a girl like you. In my entire fucking life. I meanâ Who the fuck listens to the Sims 1 soundtrack on the daily?â Your eyes widened at that, gasping.
âI do! Itâs very comforting!â He only chuckled, shaking his head.
âAnd something I never heard in my life⊠Youâre weird.â His eyes were soft as he looked at you. You bit your bottom lip as you played with your fingers on your lap.Â
âIs that a good thing?â
âI really like you, sweetheart.â
And the words took a while to process in your brain. This guy that never got to touch you, or see your entire body, likes you. He just does. He likes you because of who you are, not exactly how you look. The cameras on were just a plus to make the calls even more personal, which only made your crush grow bigger.
A smile spread on your lips as you saw him covering his face with his hair, acting shy, peeking through it as if he were hiding. He was cute. Such a dork. And so handsome⊠and gentle. Caring. He bought you a plushie you wanted from Kingdom Hearts that you saved in your wishlist. You were surprised when you received it, not knowing if you accidentally bought it, but the note inside made your heart melt on the spot.
âHappy birthday, my goddess.â
âI really like you too, Eddie.â
So no, you didnât plan it. You didnât plan to date someone online for five months. You presented him to your friends and even if a little weirded out, they really didnât expect something else coming from you. They were happy you found someone, even if not in the practical way.Â
The boys already knew. They had confessed to you, embarrassing Eddie in the process, that he never stopped talking about you. He praised you whenever he could, reminding everyone you were a lady and beautiful and that you had to be respected.Â
But in a relationship come needs. Eddie is handsome. He is⊠well, he is hot. You find him extremely attractive, inside and out. Your dildo could be named Eddie at this point from how many times you used it and called his name out loud, pretending your pink dildo was his cock.Â
So, in one bold movement, after a month of properly dating, you decided to do your first bold move. You sent him a suggestive picture of your cleavage.Â
âShould I wear this top for Heather's party?âÂ
It had taken him a moment to reply to you, making you wonder if he was busy or if he was just staring at your picture. You started second guessing yourself, wondering, again, if you had gone too far, only for your phone to ping.
âSweetheart, do you want me to die?â
âWhy? Iâm just asking a simple questionâŠđ„șâ
âCan you send more pictures? Or a video works best, I need to do a thorough inspection to give a verdict.â
And the sexting part began. Then the pictures were no longer suggestive, just plain nude. He started that one after you sent a picture of yourself in your lacey underwear and bunny ears in front of your full-length mirror.
âIâm so fucking hard right now, darling, you have no fucking idea.â He sent this message with a blurred picture attached. You knew what it could be butâ You were not prepared. You were not prepared for what you saw. Not only was it big. Not only it was curved. But Eddie had a tattoo along the shaft. He had Sindarin markings on the underside.Â
It made you wet in an instant.Â
Sexting turned into phone sex with video calls. He saw you, you saw him. He saw you fucking yourself in your dildo as you moaned his name, and you saw him fuck his hand to yours. It was daily, if not every two days. You had never done this before, but fuck if it wasnât hot. Hot, yet not enough.Â
Which brings you to five months into the relationship, and the present day.
âHey, sweetheart.â He called out as you hummed, still looking at his body as if you were daydreaming. He laughed, leaning over to look into the phone camera. âStop drooling over me, for just a second.â
âNo way, not possible, live with it.â He shook his head at you, his smile faltering slightly with nerves and you tilted your head in wonder as you felt your stomach flip with nervousness. âWhatâs wrongââ
âNothing is wrong. I promise! But uhm⊠well⊠With the new job, I managed to⊠kind of save up.â
âFor what?â
âVisiting you.â
Your brain short-circuited. You had explained to Eddie that you couldnât visit him for a while, not until your video game project was done with, and your work days were never set. You couldnât take your PC with you, so you had to stay home.Â
âWhat?â
âIâ Tell me to fuck off if youâre not comfortable, I justâ I really want to see you. Thereâs⊠a flight on⊠Valentineâs day.â
You felt yourself melt in your seat as you heard his words. He wanted to meet you for the first time and not on just any day. Valentineâs day. You knew Eddie had been struggling with finding a good paying job a few months back, finally landing a good one as a mechanic in his town.
âYou⊠You got a new job and instead of saving up for the new guitarââ
âI saved up to finally meet you, yesâ but if you tell me youâre not ready, Iâll go and just buyââ
âYes⊠pleaseâŠâ And you two stared at one another for a few seconds, your heart beating wildly in your throat as he stood there.
âIâ Yes?â
âYes, I want you to come here, Eddie.âÂ
You saw him walk backwards cheering with his fists in the air, and you smiled as he jumped excitedly, his hair bouncing all around him. You saw his uncle Wayne opening the door to see what Eddie was doing, and you couldnât help but snort as Eddie stopped and pointed at his phone.
âIâm meeting my girlfriend!â
âOkay? Uhââ Wayne looked at you and nodded in greeting, âHi sweetheart.â
âHi, Wayne.â His uncle didnât live with Eddie, but he came to visit often and even stayed for a day or two at his home. At Eddieâs request. It seemed Eddie wanted independence, but he was too attached to Wayne. He had explained to you about his past, about his family, and it was completely understandable that he couldnât let Wayne go that easily.Â
âKeep it down, Iâm excited for you two, but your neighbors will complain again.â And like that, he closed the door. The nerves invaded you once again and you saw Eddie rushing to grab the phone and taking you as he sat on the computer. You saw him typing away, and you knew he was looking to book that flight right away.Â
You saw the concentration in his scrunched-up features, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth as he squinted at the screen, clicking away. Excitement built in your belly as you looked at him. As you looked at a guy that just lived far away, yet youâve never felt more connected to in your entire life.
A guy you fell in love with, despite the recent connectivity issues.
âBOOKED!â He yelled excitedly and you giggled, covering your mouth as you thrashed around, finally realizing you would meet him. You would meet Eddie. You would meet your boyfriend for the very first time, and on Valentineâs day to top it off. That would be a month away, and you could tell your work to give you a breather the week he stays with you, to not bother you as much.
You were excited⊠but nervous as fuck.
What if he doesnât like you? What if he sees you and is disgusted? Should you kiss him as a greeting? Were the flowers in your hand too stupid to give to him? He said he liked them, so you got him some because men also deserve flowers on Valentine's day. You were standing at the Arrivals gate, just where Eddie had told you he would get off on.Â
You had prepared your home from top to bottom, cleaned it all up, and you even went to get a Bikini Wax with Heather. You exfoliated your skin, put on some lotion, and you were going a little bit crazy with itâ But, was today the day? Not only were you going to meet him, but should it also be the time where you could confess to him?
You didnât know if it was too soon or not, being the first time you ever fell in love for real in your life. You were pretty sure it was love. How could it not be? Eddie had not answered you for a whole day once, and you could not get in contact with him at all. His location was also off. Your first thought was very dark, afraid he had gotten into an accident with his motorcycle or something. You had called Gareth and you demanded him to go take you to Eddie.
You made him go to Eddieâs house while on a video call with you, and when he arrived and knocked on the door, Wayne had answered. Eddie had caught Mono. You were relieved yet the stress didnât leave you at all. Wayne showed you Eddieâs state on video, and you saw him breathing at least, with a warm towel on his forehead and all.Â
When he started messaging you back, you told him you were relieved but you had asked Wayne for his own phone number just in case. You remember Eddie being touched by how much you cared, and the fact that Wayne trusted you enough to give him his personal information just for the sake of knowing Eddie was okay.
You were clearly in love, and gone. You were holding flowers, balloons in the shape of bats and hearts. You looked silly, but you noticed some people looking at you with smiles on their faces, knowing you were most likely hopelessly in love waiting for your partner. They were absolutely right.
Suddenly, the doors opened and you held your breath in as people started walking out. You saw a family getting back together, then an old lady and a man who brought her flowers, kids greeting their mother. You were nervously waiting andâ did you get the gate wrong? Maybe you did? Should you check your phone to make sure? That is nonsense, you checked like forty times, but maybe you looked at it wronglyâ
And then, you saw him, dressed all in black, guitar strapped to his back, his hair pulled up in a bun, his left hand dragging the carry on. His other hand? It was holding a rat plushie with cotton flowers in its hands. You felt your eyes burning as you saw him looking around, your heart literally about to jump out of your chest and your stomach twisting with vines of nerves. This would be it. You did small little jumps with your feet, rising your heels and then putting them back down, over and over again andâ
His eyes finally clashed into yours. His face lit up instantly, a smile spreading from ear to ear, his dimples showing off completely. He was so beautiful in real life and you just felt complete. You felt so giddy, something you never thought you would feel for someone else, at least not in the way you met that someone.
You bounced on your feet excitedly, smiling widely at him. His face, still smiling, made a confused frown as he looked around at what you got him. His feet started working, rushing your way as you waited by the limit. You were finally going to hold him. You were finally going to feel his warmth and spend time with him andâ
You heard a huge thud of something falling and then big arms closed around you. Your arms wrapped around him, trying to not let go of his gifts but you felt like crying from how happy you felt. How whole you suddenly became. To be able to hug the person you have been talking to for months, that you have shown the most intimate parts of yourself.
His face was deep in the crook of your neck and shoulder, and you realized he had thrown the carry on to the ground as well as the plushie he got you. It was okay. You didnât care. You felt his hands all over your back as if he was holding something so precious that he was afraid it would fall apart if he let go. And maybe, it would. Now you donât know how you will be able to keep going with your daily life once he is gone. How youâll keep going without his hugs, kisses andâ
You flushed all over as your thoughts became impure, in just one single instant. Oh, he smelled good. He smelled so fucking good. You were in such bliss, you didnât want to let go, but you knew you had to. You felt him pulling away for a second, his eyes meeting yours and you held your breath tightly as you waited for him to kiss you. He was going to, wasnât he?
âAre these for me?â He suddenly asked and you were so stunned, looking down to your hands and you smiled widely, giving the flowers to him, as well as the balloons. He chuckled as the smile never left his lips. You saw a hint of a blush on his cheeks as he looked at them. âI never received flowers in my lifeâ Valentineâs day gifts at that.âÂ
âMe neither.â He smiled at you, putting all the gifts in one hand so he could bend down and pick up the plushie that had those cotton flowers in the middle. You squealed loudly as you grabbed it, inspecting it. Suddenly you caught on a scent, making you lean forward and smell it, andâ Itâs him. Itâs his cologne.Â
âSprayed it myself. I may have put a cloth inside and stitched him up again for longer effects.â Your heart was in your throat as you felt overwhelmed with emotions. You hugged the rat tightly to your chest as Eddie stared down at you with a smile on his face.Â
âThank youâŠâ Your voice was small and muffled into the plushie. You looked up at him with bright eyes, hopeful he would lean in, and you needed to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him. Butâ
âShould we go? I am in terrible need of a cigarette, sweetheart.â You giggled, nodding as he bent down to grab his carry on again with his free hand, and you two walked side by side. The people all around you looked weirdly your way but still kind of adoringly. It was a metalhead guy with flowers and balloons in his hand, of course they would look.Â
You two walked through the airport, smiling like idiots. You wished you could hold his hand but he was not able to right now. You were wondering why he didnât kiss you, and maybe you should? Maybe you should kiss him when you reach your car and he puts the things in the trunk.Â
He talked to you about how Wayne made him share his location at all times, the old man worried his nephew was travelling to another state by himself even if where he went, he was not going to be alone at all. You took your free hand to message Wayne, sending him a selfie with you and Eddie, signaling that he arrived safely because Eddie could not grab his phone right now. Wayne sent you a simple âtake care now, use protection.âÂ
That message made you flush all over, knowing that it was something that was going to happen no matter what. Absolutely. Wasnât it? You wanted it to happen butâ What if Eddie didnât want to? What if he just came here to spend time with you but not to engage in something intimate? Were you looking too much into it? You literally had video sex with each other, so it not happening would be⊠weird⊠wouldnât it?
But maybe⊠he doesnât want to after seeing you? Maybe thatâs why he didnât kiss you?
Your self doubt was starting to slowly eat you alive as you reached the car where you parked. He put his carry on inside the trunk and the balloons as well because they would just not let you see on the rearview mirror, plus you might be stopped thanks to them. You bit your lip once you heard the trunk slam shut, Eddie turning your way with a smile on his face.Â
âSo, ready to take me to your castle, my lady?â You giggled as you nodded, ready to take a step forward in order to be able to tippy toe and signal him you wanted a kiss, but he immediately rushed to the passengerâs side after putting the guitar into the backseat, making you frown slightly.Â
You went into the driverâs seat, putting the plushie to sit in the backseat so you could drive while Eddie held his flowers on his lap. He was surprised you had gotten him roses, and he couldnât stop lavishing over them. As you drove, you put music for each other, and he was babbling away about how the guys wanted to have a call with the two of you together on camera.
âOh, thatâs kinky.â Was your comment and you noticed Eddie nervously chuckling andâ Was he nervous? Shit, were you too forward? You didnât take into account he was as nervous as you. Maybe thatâs why he is not making any moves? Not even holding your thigh?Â
Fuck, you wanted to jump on him and you had to calm down.
Once you got into your small complex, he was in awe when he entered your apartment. It was big for just one person, and he knew your apartment by now. You had given him a tour but it seems that showing him through video it may have looked a bit smaller than what he had expected. He put the carry on at the entrance as well as the balloons.Â
âWe should put these in water, I donât want them to go bad.â He commented, still holding onto the flowers which warmed your heart. You guided him into the kitchen, grabbing a vase and filling it with water, letting him put the flowers in it. Your plushie was left on the dining table so now, your hands were free as well as his. It was already night time, and you just wanted to hold him right now, needing to feel him in your arms again andâ
âDid you have dinner yet?â You asked, wanting to cringe at yourself. The air was a little tense, and your self doubt and nervousness was making you feel a little awkward. Maybe itâs not what he expected?
âI didnât actually, and as far as I remember sweetheart, you told me there was a pizza place here that was fucking delicious.â
âPeteâs. And it will be the best pizza you ever had.â You smiled up at him, swaying a little as you put your hand on the counter. You saw him breathing a bit heavily, nervously, and he cleared his throat.
âIâll be the judge of that.â He smiled and you realized he was not going to make a move at all. You donât want to hover over him, or read the signs wrong. Fuck. You were becoming restless, even more when you sent a message to the pizza place so you could order and for them to deliver it to your house.Â
Meanwhile, Eddie was walking around your apartment, gushing over all the consoles you had. He knew you had them but it was still amazing to him to see them there. He explained to you how he could only afford the Playstation 2 when he made money out of selling weed at his school. You could only smile through your nerves as you both waited for the pizza, sitting on the couch⊠rather apart.Â
Why was he far away? Did he not want to hold you in the same way you wanted to hold him? It was Valentineâs day and he was sitting on the far end of the couch, and you have waited for months for this moment. Should you really take the initiative here? Were you giving wrong signals? No, youâre pretty sure you arenât. You have batted your eyelashes, you have brushed your fingers against his when handing him the can of beer, your eyes went to his lips many times and he either was not seeing it orâ he was playing dumb.
Dark clouds invaded your mind as you went to the bathroom, messaging Heather immediately.
âHe is not doing anything.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHe hasnât even tried to kiss me yet, and the pizza is about to arrive, and all we did was talk, which is nice, but weâve been doing that for five fucking months.â
âOkay, maybe you should kiss him? Or just talk to him?â
âWhat if he doesnâtâŠ?â You felt like your heart was about to burst as you thought of that possibility. What if you werenât what Eddie expected in real life? What if it became way too real for him that he was now regretting ever coming to your house? What if he regretted breaking the illusion that he had of just looking at the screen?
âIâm sure thereâs an explanation⊠talk to him, donât be a fucking idiot.â
You heard the doorbell ring and you flushed the toilet, pretending you went in there to just do your business. You walked out to see Eddie looking at the intercom with a frown in his face, seeing the pizza guy on the camera.
âHow the fuck do I talk to him?â You laughed as you walked towards it, standing next to Eddie, pressing the button to talk.
âHi Pete, come on up.âÂ
âThank you, honey!â The old man said as you pushed the open front gate button. Eddieâs eyebrows raised in awe at it and then he frowned.
âWait, Pete?â
âYeah, the owner!â You smiled at him as you walked to your door, standing on your tippy toes to look through the peephole, your hips swaying excitedly as your mouth watered. You felt eyes on you, but maybe you were just making it up in your mind so that the horrible thoughts would go away from you. You saw Pete coming over and you immediately opened the door, a smile on your face.
âHello lovely.â He greeted you and you grabbed the pizza from his hands, handing him the money and the large tip you always give him. âYou know you always give me too much.â
âNo, I donât. Donât know what youâre talking about.â The man rolled his eyes and then he saw Eddie standing behind you, waving at him.Â
âOh, what a lucky guy you are!â You felt your cheeks burn up as you giggled nervously.
âThat I am, Pete!â You heard Eddie say and that just made you feel even more confused than before. The old man smiled, tipping his head down once and gave you both a nod.
âWell, I better leave you two alone. Happy Valentine's!â With that, Pete turned and left, letting you close the door and lock it. He could get out of the gate with a button he could press from the inside, so you didnât have to bother with that one. The smell of pizza filled your nostrils and you moaned in delight as you walked towards the couch.
âThis smells so fucking good.â You sat down, looking back to see Eddie just blinking, staring at nothing. âEddie?â
âOhââ He snapped out with a shake of his head, his curls bouncing around. âYeah, yeah, it does.âÂ
He rushed to sit next to you, and you turned on the TV to at least put something as background noise. You decided to put âThe Officeâ which Eddie and you had binge watched together, having never seen it before. When you opened the box, you saw that Pete had followed your instructions, a smirk appearing in your face. Eddieâs eyes widened, a laugh escaping his lips.
âOh my god.â He saw the pizza in the shape of a heart, and you giggled at how amazed he looked staring down at it. âHow am I supposed to cut into this masterpiece? Thereâs absolutely no way.â
âWell, we do have to eat.â And that you both did. You dove in, the voices of the show in the background as he gushed over the pizza, and he had to agree with you that it was in fact the best heâs ever had. He told you that the pizzas back in Hawkins will now taste like cardboard compared to this masterpiece.
âTell Pete he is a god. Like a literal god because, holy fuck.â You heard him groan in delight as he licked his fingers, wiping his hands with a napkin as he collapsed on the backrest of the couch, his eyes closed as if he were full. He only ate two slices, and Eddie was used to eating at least four. You once saw him eat a full sized pizza, claiming he hadnât eaten anything since lunch.Â
âIâll tell him.â You didnât want to sound tense or irritated, but you were so happy to have him here and now you didnât know if you were being selfish for wanting something more to happen, or if you were sad because nothing was happening at all, or if you were anxious and fearful of the possibility that Eddie did not like you in person, as much as he liked you online.Â
You grabbed the remaining pizza with the box, surprised still that there are slices left. You also didnât eat much thanks to the nerves, something your stomach would yell at you later at night, but for now, you were afraid of puking it all out. You stood up and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge to place the entire box in there, not wanting to deal with putting it away in tupperwares to save space.
What should you do now? Should you follow Heatherâs advice and talk to him? But what if you make everything become a little more tense than what it already was now? You didnât know what to do, and Eddie was not helping your case at all. You sighed as you washed your hands in the sink, letting the grease be washed away. You dried your hands with the kitchen cloth before walking out, seeing that Eddie was no longer on the couch.Â
You frowned, completely confused, until you heard the water of the sink in the bathroom. You grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, walking towards your room, where your whole setup was as well. The bed was completely pressed into a corner, your LED lights in a perfect purple hue, fairy lights in the shape of stars were lit up across the wall, holding pictures of your friends, your family, the boys back in Hawkins and Eddie. There were a lot of Eddie.Â
The door of the bathroom opened, and you turned to see Eddie walking towards your room, his eyes widening at the color of the room and then the yellow from the fairy lights, as if it were a purple sky with stars. He walked further in, looking at your entire PC, whistling out loud. You could only stare at his back, dressed in all black, completely contrasting with your room.Â
âDamn, look at this⊠The pictures donât do it justice.â Your setup was big. You had three monitors, and a very well updated PC. You needed your computer to be able to have a very fast response time because of your work. Video game 3D blending required a lot from your PC so you always kept it up to date.Â
âIt was an investment when I started my studies, but I gave my mom her money back in the first three months of my job, even if it was three years later.â You explained and he nodded, looking all around your room, for his eyes to then fall on your bed and then the pictures above it, attached to the fairy lights.Â
You looked at his profile as he inspected them, and your heart was bursting with need, lava from a volcano just exploding right inside it. You couldnât hold it in. The guy in your pictures was no longer far away from you. He was no longer miles and miles away, where you could not touch him. He was in your room. He was here with you. He was standing in front of you.
âDidnât know you hung these upâŠâ
And you exploded.
âWhy?âÂ
His head turned to look at you, a frown appearing in his face as you stared at him. His face softened when he saw how you were looking at him. Your face was showing him distress, confusion, nervousness, and a bunch of questions that were at the tip of your tongue.
âWhy what?â He asked, a nervous smile appearing on his lips andâ Now you definitely know something was wrong. You could absolutely see it. You stepped forward and you saw how he stiffened in place. You didnât know what was going on, but at least he didnât move away from you because you were able to finally step close to him. Your head tipped back so you could properly look up at him.
âWhy donât you do something?â You saw his gulp, how his eyebrow twitched and his smile fell, and you could feel your entire inside crumble apart. Was he going to tell you now that you werenât what he had expected? That it became way too real for him that he could barely handle it?
âDarlingâŠâ
âAm I notâ You donât like me? Iâ Am I not what you expected?â Your voice was small, and broken, your eyes burning with incoming tears, and his own widened, desperately reaching out for you to hold your biceps tightly, pulling himself closer to you.
âDonât you ever think that. Not for a single damn second.â His voice was honest, rough with emotion, so now you were confused as he clenched his jaw. âYou are way more than Iâ Than I fucking deserve to have. I have no idea how the fuck I even bagged someone like you.âÂ
âButâ But I donât understand⊠You havenât even tried to kiss me, or hold my hand⊠You sat so far away from meââ He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath in. You blinked for a few seconds, and⊠did he lie to you? âEddie⊠are you⊠a virgin?â
âWHAT?â His voice was loud, and it startled you, making you jump in your spot. His eyes pierced your skull almost in a glare, only to then soften as a sigh escaped his lips. âFor fucks sake, I am not.âÂ
âThen I honestly donât get it now.â You were angry. You started becoming irritable, annoyed, and you wanted answers. He took a deep breath in, leaning down to press his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. His cologne made you calm down instantly, your heart skipping a beat from having him so close to you again. The closest heâs been with you today was the hug you received when seeing each other for the first time.
âI⊠I wonât be able to hold back.â
You blinked completely confused a few times, looking into his eyes for answers.
âWhat? What do you mean by that?â He sighed as his hands moved, sending chills down your entire body. They grabbed your waist, giving it a squeeze as he found his voice again.
âI didnât want you to think I was meeting you right now just to wet my dick⊠I donât want you to think that I came to visit you just for thatâŠâÂ
Now you⊠you were enraged.Â
âAre you a fucking idiot, Edward?â His eyes widened as he pulled his head back to look at your face. It was all tensed up with anger, eyes staring into his with a glare.
âIâ Uh⊠what?â
âYou made me fucking doubt myself all day, thinking I wasnât what you expected! Or thatâ Or that this was way too fucking real and you became scared and you regretted coming hereââ Your eyes started burning once again and you hated yourself for always tearing up when you started an argument. You always felt that stupid lump in your throat, even when you were angry, you got emotional. His eyes were wide, his head shaking from side to side like crazy.
âNo, no, no! Iâm so sorry I made you feel like that but⊠it wasnât. No⊠Itâsâ The complete opposite of that.â The room started losing that tensed up air that was filled with anger and misunderstandings, your eyes now softening as you looked at him. His face looked flushed, his eyes were now a bit dilated, looking down at you with a different gaze, one you saw many times on video call when you changed in front of him.
âThen?â
âIf I kiss you⊠I wonât be able to hold back⊠Thatâs why I havenât done it all day. I would have, probably, broken a million laws.â You bit your lip as you looked up at him, your body rising in temperature the more you stared up at him and he looked down at you with that hunger in his eyes you knew too well.
âEddie⊠I waited for this for months⊠I want it tooâŠâ Your arms went up to wrap around his shoulders, nerves turning your stomach inside out but they were good nerves. They were amazing nerves. His breath hitched only to then quicken, his hands squeezing your waist once again. âAnd I donât want you to hold back.â
That seemed to be his green light. What seemed to be the last string holding him to rationality, and it was literally snapped by you. His lips immediately clashed into yours, sparks flying all around you as electricity ran all over your body. Goosebumps formed on your skin and you sighed happily into the kiss. It was soft, deep, but still not moving.Â
He groaned into it and slowly pulled away with a smack, his breath hitting your lips, his eyes still closed. You felt his hands moving, wrapping himself around you, pulling you even closer. He pressed your body against his and you wanted to already moan with how warm he felt. You felt his lips peck yours again, and then pull away.
âOh, fuckâŠâ Then another peck, your bodies moving. âFuck, sweetheartââ You didnât know why he was cursing, yet he gave another peck, a longer one. âIâm done for.â And then one more kiss, âIâm so fucking done for.â
You finally felt your bed hit the back of your knees as his lips started moving against yours in a desperate manner. Nobody had ever kissed you like this. Youâve never felt as desired as youâre feeling right now. His hand went downwards to grab the back of your right thigh and pull it up, pressing it against his hip. His left knee then hit the bed, his other hand grabbing your other leg, and helping you up on the bed as he crawled into the middle of it with you.Â
Your lips never separated, not for a single moment. You were chained to him, not wanting to let go at any second, feeling like itâs a lost one if you did. Your back was pressed into the mattress, as your head clashed against your pillow. You could barely breathe as his hands left your legs after he slotted himself right in between them.Â
Your choice of clothes was now a pain to you. You should have put on something easier to take off, but you had chosen fucking pants. It was cold out, but it would have made this moment easier. His elbows came to rest against the mattress, one on each side of your head.Â
His hips still did not press against yours and you were becoming a little needy, desperate. So, you raised your hips upwards and rubbed yourself on him, making him wince against the kiss, pulling away to look down in between your bodies. You felt the bulge, the big bulge youâve always looked at and desired to have in your hands, in your mouth and inside. He groaned as his eyes turned to yours again.Â
No words were exchanged as your hips were suddenly slammed into the bed again, a moan escaping your lips. He thrusted himself into you, giving you the wish of rubbing his hips against you. You sighed as your hands rubbed the back of his head, making you feel a little dizzy already. His lips immediately clashed with yours again, and you felt his hands all over you, just exploring all over your waist, hips, arms as his hips rubbed and rubbed and rubbed.
You moaned into the kiss, your body shivering when you felt the tip of his tongue entering your mouth, not even asking for permission and it wasnât like he needed it. He didnât. He could do whatever he wanted to you tonight. You were going to do whatever you wanted too. You both knew your likes and dislikes, what is okay and what is not. There was no need for questions or permissions.
He groaned into the kiss as you felt him twitch in his pants and against you. You clenched around nothing at all, and you wondered if you could cum by just him rubbing himself against you, because it felt like it. Your belly was burning. You were hoping you would not be able to walk after tonight, or after this entire week.Â
Your breathing turned heavy, your hands grabbing at his denim jacket, pulling onto it by the shoulders, and he got the message. He pulled away for a second, ripping the jacket away from himself, only to desperately drop himself back on you, kissing you hungrily once more. The clothes felt constricting now and the heat all over your body was making it feel worse. His tongue was just abusing yours in the most delicious of ways.Â
Eddie knew how to kiss.Â
Eddie kept his movements on you, up and down, circling and then some dry humping against you that was making you see stars behind your eyelids. He was driving you insane, and your thong, the red lace set you wore today, a set you bought a few days ago with this exact intention, was becoming a wet sticky mess because of this.
You wondered if you were soaking through your pants now, maybe getting the front of his wet and damp too. He was rubbing against your clit in meditated rolls, hearing where you moaned the loudest. He was paying attention to every single detail and reaction he got from you, now learning your body in person and not through a screen. It was like the practical part of an exam, the oral part having passed flawlessly.
Your hips moved with his as his right hand landed on your breast, making your back arch against him with need. You whined into the kiss, and he pulled away from you, a gasp being let out by you. You were so sensitive. The emotions were making your entire body react to the simplest of his touches.Â
âYou are so fucking perfect.â Your mouth dropped open when his lips connected to the pulse point of your neck. His hand was still kneading your breast over your hoodie, those you loved to wear. Oversized and comfy, but right now, it was something you wanted to rip off of you as if it were burning your fucking skin.
âEddie⊠Baby, I need to take it offââ He nodded desperately against you, but before leaving your neck, he gave a soft nibble with his teeth, making you whimper. He kneeled as you sat up, and before you could grab the hem of your hoodie, his hands were almost ripping it off from your body. He pulled it off of you in an instant, leaving you in just your tank top. You saw him lick his lips, and you wanted more, you needed more. Your hands instantly went to the hem of his shirt and he helped you, gladly, to take it off.
Your mouth watered as you saw the chest youâve only been seeing through a screen for months, finally being able to touch it, kiss it andâ Your tongue darted out, licking his chest in an upwards motion, your eyes closed. He threw his head back, shoving the shirt to the abyss, he didnât care. Your hands scanned his sides, fingertips gliding against the skin, feeling him tense up and his chest hitch when your lips gave a kiss to it.Â
He growled, cradling your cheeks in his hands, making you look up at him in a quick and rough motion you didnât dislike, but it made you stop your kisses and kitten licks against his chest, over his tattoos. His lips crashed against yours again, deep and desperate only to then be pushed back down on the bed. He was towering over you, chest moving up and down rapidly, his eyes looking down at the button of your jeans. You gulped as you moved your hips to signal him he could move.
So he did. His hands instantly rushed to rip the button open and pull the fly down. Your nerves started coming back as he crawled backwards and he started tugging at your jeans, pulling them down and off your body desperately. Off they went, including your socks and then you felt your legs wanting to close butâ You had prepared yourself for this. You should let him look, so you kept them spread. Once his eyes turned to look at you again, they were instantly glued to the red lace covering the wet heaven he had wanted to touch and taste for so long.
âOh, and itâs all for me, isnât it sweetheart?â His voice was deep, rough and sultry and it was as if he wasnât really asking you, but more like he was reassuring himself in fact like he said. And it was.
âMhm~ All of it, EdsâŠâ Your voice small, pretending shyness, that shyness that drove him insane. You heard a growl coming from him, his clouded eyes still staring down at your moving hips, waiting for him to do something. You clenched around nothing when he roughly grabbed the back of your knees and pulled them apart even more, and away.
âLet me taste this pussy thatâs been driving me crazy for fucking months.â Your breathing hitched at the possessiveness he was talking with. His hands moved and his arms hugged your thighs as his body lowered, his stomach pressing against the mattress as his face came to stare at your throbbing slit, and he could see how wet the lace was. How drenched and dark the fabric had gotten.Â
You couldnât even process his words that your mouth was falling in a silent âoâ, his mouth latching on the thong like a leech. Sucking and licking on it and if it felt good like this, how would you feel when he uncovers it? Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you as he kept licking pointedly into where your slit was, digging the fabric into it a bit.
Then he rode the tongue upwards, the pointy licks now against your clit, making you moan, letting the breath out of your lungs. Your body started feeling the heat travelling all over, and you should have touched yourself or something before he came over because youâre pretty sure youâre going to cum any second.Â
He pulled away, his fingers grabbing onto the elastic of your thong, and he kneeled up to pull them down your legs. You helped him do just that and he smirked when he saw the little string of your wetness disconnecting from your center. Thatâs how wet you were. His jaw clenched when he finally got the thong off, but this one, he made sure to see where it landed, planning on taking it back with him. Probably frame it.
Your legs now did close while his head was turned, your knees together and leaning your way. You felt a little more exposed now, you couldnât help it. Itâs been a while since you had sex in general, this would happen no matter what. The shyness, the embarrassment. But when Eddie turned his head back around, he shook his head, glaring down at you.
âIâm having none of that.â His hands roughly grabbed onto your knees and he spread them apart, your center opening up for him, and you just flushed all over, feeling embarrassed but more aroused than ever. He was a starved man, no, animal. He was staring down at it as if it were the answer to all of his prayers. His body moved downwards, in the same position he was before, but this time, his hands gripped your inner thighs, keeping your legs spread.Â
He was going to make sure to taste you completely.
His tongue darted out, finally pressing it against you, making you jerk upwards, completely taken aback by how good it felt and it was a simple press of the tongue. You were done for tonight. He hummed and moaned as he tasted you, and thenâ
âFuckâ Ohâ Fuck!â Your voice was loud, your breathing loud as in one single moment Eddie was just looking at you after tasting you, and the next his mouth and tongue were everywhere. He sucked on your clit, kissed it, the tip of his tongue doing stripes in your center, up and down, teasing you about entering it.Â
He was all over you, his fingers digging into your flesh, not caring if he leaves a mark, and if he does, good. Your head was thrown back into the pillow as he flicked his tongue back and forth on your clit, your hands flying to grab onto his head. He was still moaning, hips rutting into the mattress just by eating you out. You were absolutely delicious and he probably wonât get enough of you at all.Â
âBetter than what I imagined. So fucking sweet.â He hummed into you, and you felt your body start trembling, the pleasure making up a fog in your mind you hadnât felt in so long. Suddenly, your eyes widened, feeling his tongue going inside, his nose hitting your clit as he made nodding moves with his head and his tongue moved around inside of you.
âEddieâ Eddie, baby, oh my godââ Your breathing was heavy, moaning his name out as if it were a god, and to you, he was one right now. Your belly clenched and burned and you could feel your climax creeping in by the minute. Eddie was happy to keep ravishing you, to keep tasting you, to keep making you fall apart.Â
You felt one of his hands leave your inner thigh as well as his mouth, letting the air hit you and then a sharp breath, making your wetness become cold, a whimper ripping out of your throat. He chuckled as he saw your hips jerk from the air he blew, and then you tensed up when you felt his finger running through your slit to coat it with your juices. And then he entered. You wished he hadnât taken his rings off to eat that pizza. You wanted those inside of you, he wanted them inside of you. He had told you as such.
His mouth bit the inside of your inner thigh as he kept moving his middle finger inside of you, feeling your warmth around him. Your back arched as he bit, and a moan ripped away from your throat. Your hands now gripped the pillow under your head, right by the edges. He started pumping his finger, in and out of you, and you were in bliss as you moaned his name in order to ground yourself in the moment.
So many fantasies in your head, of him touching you, of him moving on you, of his fingers entering you and making you see galaxies. You could only guess Eddie would be good with his fingers just by the fact that he played guitar. And, he was probing that fact right now and with just a single finger.Â
He sucked on your skin as his eyes kept looking at how his finger glistened whenever it was pulled out of you. His hips kept rubbing against your mattress, the creaking of it ringing in his ears just by you moving your hips against his hand. He growled as he got his ring finger inside as well, and he finally curled his fingers inside of you. Your eyes widened, your head thrown back as you felt him inspect you, looking for something, rubbing and circling and wiggling andâ
âOHââ Your hips jerked upwards at one particular movement. He quickly pressed his free hand on your hip, pushing you down to keep you in place, a smirk spreading on his lips.
âFound you.â Your body was combusting into itself as he kept abusing that part inside of you that no one ever bothered to find. No one ever bothered to look for it and you were feeling your body about to snap the more he rubbed his fingers against it. You were sure you were going to cum soon as you felt your belly start to turn, clench inside of you, and your walls fluttered around his fingers. Thereâs nothing that could make this betterâ
Except his tongue latching onto your clit as his fingers never stopped moving. Youâve never felt like this. Your hips were moving by themselves against him, needing more, and your moans were so loud that you were glad you had rented out a very thick walled apartment complex. You were probably heard anyways, but you honestly could care less right now.
He was sucking and biting on you and your body thrashed around as you kept your mouth open. Heavy breaths and moans escaping you without any restraint, not being able to feel anything else but the pleasure your boyfriend was giving you. Then, the stars slowly started to appear as your walls clenched and unclenched in warning.Â
âEdâ Eddieâ Iâm gonnaââ
âYes, fuck yes, cum for me. Iâve been waiting for it, cum for me.â And that was all the green light you needed as you back arched off your bed, your head turning to the side as your eyes clenched tightly, holding the pillow in a death grip and making it cover your mouth to try to stifle your sounds a little bit more. You clenched all around him, your orgasm crashing on you like a trainwreck, your belly just contorting into itself as you felt him quicken his movements, riding your orgasm out.
You were gasping as your body remained tensed up, the loud squelching of his movements becoming louder thanks to how wet you became as you came and you came and you came because it felt never ending. You didnât even notice his mouth was no longer on you, his upper body hovering over you as his right hand kept moving inside of you as he held himself up with the other one against the mattress, right next to your head.
He was looking at your contorted face. A face heâs seen multiple times on camera, on pictures you especially took for him. You started to unclench as your body slowly relaxed, twitched every other second thanks to the aftershocks of your orgasm. It was the best and biggest one you ever had. You felt him stop his movements, slowly, until then he pulled out, making you sigh.
Your eyes opened, blinking a few times to center yourself and then you turned your head to see him looking down at you. You realized he had stared at you during your climax and you felt a little embarrassed but you couldnât even speak that you saw the fingers that were inside of you come into your vision, your breath heavy as you stared at all the juices that were on them. His eyes went towards them, the wetness moving down his palm, towards his wrist.Â
His tongue darted out to lick it away, from his wrist to his fingers before putting them into his mouth to taste you again. He moaned into them, closing his eyes, and your own were wide at how filthy everything was, yet so deliciously amazing. He got his fingers out of his lips with a pop and then he looked down at you once again after opening his eyes once more, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
âDelicious. Youâre so fucking perfect⊠So perfect.â You whined at his praise, your hands reaching out, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he leaned back down, kissing you desperately. You tasted yourself in his mouth, on his tongue, and it was all a little intoxicating. But, even if your body twitched, trembled, you needed more. You were not satisfied. Your thighs closed on his hips as he pressed himself against you again.
You wanted him so much, so much that it was a little bit frightening to you. Now, it was your turn to become an animal. You used your strength to signal him you wanted to turn him. He followed your directions, letting himself fall and roll you two in a different position. You were now straddling him, chest against his as you kissed him desperately. He chased after you when you pulled away and sat back onto him. Your eyes were darkened, pupils fully dilated as your hips moved against his bulge and he hissed, his head rolling against your pillow.Â
âYou like that, baby?â You asked sweetly, and he groaned, nodding desperately. You bit your lip as you grabbed onto the hem of your tanktop and you ripped it off your body in just one second. His eyes were now glued to the matching red bra you had on.Â
âOh fuck⊠Please tell me you took a picture of yourself in thisâŠâ He asked, making you smirk and you had in fact taken one⊠or more. And maybe a video.
âIf you behave, Iâll think about sending those to you.â He bit his bottom lips as his hips jerked upwards and you knew you were staining his jeans, but he didnât care, nor did you. Not when you were about to take them off. You moved backwards, your eyes falling to his belt. Your hands undid it as quickly as they could. You were breathing rather heavily still, and if you had your tongue out, you bet you would be drooling with anticipation, knowing what was under these pants and boxers.Â
Once the button and zipper were undone as well, it was your turn to take the pants off, but you added his boxers in the mix, killing two birds with one stone. Your patience was wearing thin right now, and you couldnât handle wasting any more time with him. He helped you rip the rest of his clothes off, throwing his pants and boxers off and you almost fell back from how desperate you were.Â
You heard the thud of his clothes on the floor and then your eyes finally saw it. Oh, pictures and videos did it no justice. Your mouth watered as your eyes looked at every detail, the veins, the tip, the length, the girth⊠the tattoo. The fucking tattoo on the underside of his cock. Fuck. You were sure youâre getting wetter again just by looking at him. You didnât notice how Eddieâs eyes were looking at you as he held himself up on his elbows.Â
He saw the lust filled look in your eyes, and he could swear he saw your pupils turn into literal hearts as you sighed happily, your hands rubbing on his thighs as you slowly leaned down. His breathing hitched, a broken breath being taken in. Your eyes didnât leave it for a single second. You were fascinated. You kept your ass up as your upper body lowered more and more. Your nails dragged across his belly when you finally reached the height you needed to have him right in front of your eyes.
Your tongue licked your lips to moisten them, getting them ready to finally taste what youâve been craving for so long. You gave his tip a tentative kiss, making it twitch instantly. He wanted to throw his head back but he needed to watch you. He needed to engrave this to memory. He is sparing this time because itâs your first time with each other⊠but he will throw it on the table the next day.
He wants to record you just like this, and much more.
Your tongue lolled out now, your hand coming to grip it to keep it steady as you passed your tongue along the shaft, towards the tip. You heard Eddie groan loudly, wanting to jerk his hips upwards in you, but holding himself back from doing so, letting you have your own moment. Your lips finally closed on his tip, and his body shivered underneath you.Â
You closed your eyes as you moaned with delight, just sucking the tip of his length to then pop it out. You suddenly spat on it, so you could lube it up in order for your hand to help you in those places you couldnât reach with your mouth.
âFucking christâŠâ You heard him curse with a hiss and you wanted to laugh cockily at him, but you didnât want to ruin the moment. You finally guided him into your mouth, your movements slow, tongue swirling around him as you went. Maybe it was your imagination going a little wild, but somehow he tasted so good, and you blamed the tattoo for it, as if it were an exotic spice.
He gulped with a sigh, his elbows slowly starting to give up on him the more you moved your head. Your movements quickened, the noise of slurping being added into the mix and you could feel him falling onto the bed with a thud. His hands came to lay on the sheets, gripping onto them so he wouldnât grab your head, not wanting to force you. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and you finally heard him moan your name. Sigh it out.Â
That was one of the most beautiful sounds youâve ever heard. You had heard him before, but it was different in real life. It was his voice. In real time. No interference or internet filter to cover it or mess with his vocal chords. It prompted you to move quicker, play with your tongue against his frenulum, making him whimper and jerk his hips into your mouth, making him gasp when you gagged slightly.
âShitâ Are you okayâ?â His head looked down, worry shining through the lust, only to find you smiling as you looked at his cock, before going back in. He chuckled in amazement and it was his go to grab your head with his right hand, just letting it sit there as you did your own pace and movements.Â
You liked it. You liked the roughness, you had told him you didnât mind soft and sweet, but you preferred rough and desperate. He is surely giving you that tonight. Your mouth was quick on him, and you could taste some precum in your tongue as you did so. You moaned into it, sending vibrations that made him moan and shiver underneath you.
âMmmhââ You popped him out of your mouth to then lick his entire length and he sighed your name until he felt the tip of your tongue running on him, and suddenly he chuckled in awe once more.
âSweetheart, youâre fucking tracing my tattoo with your tongue?â You were in a trance as you kept doing it, giving a dumb little nod. âShit, thatâs so fucking hotââ
âBeen wanting to do this for so long⊠Wanted to trace itââ His resolve broke that second, wondering how many times had you imagined this and dreamed of it. His fingers snaked in your hair, deep, and then he gripped your scalp, making you whimper. The pain was nothing, it only added to the pleasure and it made you tremble as he was on his elbow, looking down at you.
âThink you can be a good girl for me and take me all?â You nodded desperately, looking at him with those eyes he fell for. Puppy eyes. He guided you towards the tip and you opened your mouth instantly, letting him go back into your warmth. Your hands stayed on his thighs, and his free hand gripped the sheets tightly, guiding you further and further and thenâ he controlled your movements.
He made you bob your head on him, up and down, setting the rhythm himself and you didnât mind him. You clenched around nothing when you started feeling him hit the back of your throat. You relaxed, knowing what was going to come next and then you breathed through your nose. Once he heard you take a deep intake of breath, he pushed you down, slowly, but roughly.
Your eyes teared up as you finally felt him down your throat. Your nose was deep into his hairs, something he trimmed but kept because you told him you liked it. You breathed through your nose as you focused on not gagging. You moaned into it knowing it would send vibrations to him, causing him to moan your name, feeling his hips move underneath you with need.
But you could hold on for so long, your body slightly jerking as your throat closed on him. The gag making Eddie pull you back up and get himself out of your mouth. He looked at your fucked out face as tears ran down your cheeks, and drool was slipping out the corner of your mouth. Seeing it live was making him feel a little dizzy, and your clouded eyes were not being any help.
You couldnât wait anymore, your body climbing up on him as he let go of your hair, his hand falling to your hip as your dripping cunt rubbed against his length, right over the tattoo. He sighed, his eyes closing for a second as he enjoyed the friction, the warmth of you. Your hands went to your back, unhooking the bra open. At the sound, Eddieâs eyes found you, taking the straps down your arms, and your last piece of clothing was long gone.Â
âOh, fuck sweetheartââ
âEddie, can I? Pleaseââ Your voice was desperate, whiny, and your hips kept moving back and forth on him, whimpering each time your clit rubbed against his shaft. His eyes were focused on your breasts, his fingertips digging into your skin, and then he nodded quickly, giving you the go.
You smiled, delighted. Your hips raised up enough for you to get your hand in between the two of you. Your hand grabbed onto his cock, guiding him to your entrance, which was so ready to receive him. You two had gotten tested, knowing what was going to transpire the moment you met, and you were so glad you were on birth control to regulate your cycle. This way, you can feel him completely. Raw. You started sinking down, your mouth falling open as his tip started to stretch you, then the rest and, fuckâ
âHoly fuck, holy shitââ He was cursing as he looked between your bodies, seeing himself disappear inside of you as your face was still in a contorted state of pleasure. Your voice was gone as you kept sinking down, and you couldnât wait how it felt to have him bottom out inside of you. You already felt full, and you barely went halfway down on him. It wasnât even painful, thanks to his prep, to your orgasm, the one he caused.
Finally, you slammed down on him, a loud slap bursting in your ears at your skin hitting his. He choked on a moan at bottoming out inside of you while you trembled in ecstasy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your nails scratched on his chest for support. Your breathing was heavy, and Eddie could finally refocus on you once more. You were adjusting to him, your head moving back to look down at him, your mouth still letting out breaths that drove him insane.Â
He was about to talk, only for you to start moving, lifting yourself up to then slam back down, a moan finally escaping your lips as a groan left his. His hands were gripping your waist as if his life depended on it. He felt so good inside of you, just like you always knew he would feel like. He fit perfectly, and you certainly have no idea how you will survive when you donât have him anymore with you.
Your hips kept moving, going up and down, your tempo rising, the slamming of your hips against his turning louder as he hit deeper. Your moans filled the room, the strain on your legs nonexistent as the pleasure overtook you. The air grew thick thanks to your breath and his, the purple hue making him look ethereal underneath you, his eyes half-lidded as he sighed out in each slam.
It was desperate, it was dirty, the squelching of your pussy against his pelvis, knowing your juices were making a mess out of it. You waited far too long for this and you were going to enjoy every single second of it. His hands moved to get a hold of your breasts as you bounced on him, as you rode the soul out of him.Â
âLook at you sweetheartâ Fucking look at youâŠâ You whined at his words, your eyes closed as he hit you in that sweet spot you adored, your nippled getting in between his fingers for him to pinch and roll. Whimpers and moans leaving your lips at each shock of pleasure, and each time you came down, your clit would brush against his pubes.Â
âEdsâ You feel so good, so damn goodââ He grinned at your praise, a thin sheer layer of sweat appearing all over his body as he played with you however he wanted. Suddenly you slammed your hips against him, changing your movements to go back and forth, a gasp leaving your throat and your nails digging into his chest.
âYou feel good, baby?â He asked smugly, containing his moans in as he saw you lean back, his hands falling to your middle, while your hands gripped his knees. Your clit kept brushing against him as his cock inside you kept slapping your g-spot. Your movements were fast, hips just swaying like a dance and your mouth remained open in the entirety of it. You nodded dumbly, your head falling backwards as you stared at your ceiling, feeling your eyes burn in pleasure.
âUh huh, uh huhââ You couldnât even form words as your belly coiled, twisted on its own. His eyes fell closed, head thrown back into the pillow as you just used him to your liking. Your movements slowed and your head went back to looking at him, your hips changing rhythm as you swayed them in circles and you raised them just a little, moving back down slowly on him. A huff left him as he noticed the change, his eyes opening again to stare at your form.
You were possessed. You didnât even recognize yourself, never once thinking you would act this way when meeting him. You knew you would be needy, but never this. Never this animalistic. The creaking of your bed was loud, now noticing it just as you noticed your legs growing tired, the trembling evident, but you didnât want to stop this feeling. Eddie noticed of course, sitting up so he could embrace you, his mouth immediately latching onto your right nipple.Â
Your arms immediately enclosed around his frame, hands digging into his hair as he rolled your sensitive nipple between his teeth, to then tug at it. You gasped between your moans as he let go of it, and then you let a breath out when he laid back on the bed, pulling you with him, your chest now against him. He chuckled with a breath, planting his feet on the bed, raising his hips upwards.
âMy turn, isnât it?â And the world became non-existent when his hips started slamming up into you, the slapping of skin loud enough for the people living at the very corner of the street to hear, your moans loud enough for the moon to listen to.Â
His movements were rough, quick, his hands gripping your body to keep you in place and for him to have leverage. His breaths were quick, a curse and your name escaping him here and there, your headboard hitting your wall, and you were certain you would have a noise complaint in the early morning, but that was a problem for the two of you in the future.
âFuckfuckfuckfuck!â You whined as his balls also slapped against you, and you knew tears were falling from your eyes as he kept thrusting, rutting into you. He grunted into your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe, which only made you whimper against him. Suddenly he slammed his hips into you, slow and deep, to then repeat the action, and then again.
He growled in each one, and then his hips stopped moving, still inside you, hips attached. You were both panting messes, drool dripping from your mouth from keeping it open all this while, falling onto the pillow and right beside his head. He lowered his hips, making you follow immediately, hitting the mattress once again.Â
âYou alright, darling?â He asked breathlessly and you smiled, nodding against him, which only elicited a smug grin on his lips. âGood, because Iâm nowhere done with you.â
Your world was flipped, him having turned you both, his body on top of you once again, and his lips crashed into yours. Immediate tongues and teeth clashing, your moans into his throat and his in yours. He groaned as he slowly started moving his hips into yours once again, the fire having never left you, nor did for him. His mouth was still in your ear as he kept talking to you, softly, in a rough whisperâ
âYou want to know what I had to do before getting off the plane?â His words were barely processing in your head, but you still understood him as his ministrations inside of you never stopped. You shook your head, but he was not having it. âTalk.â
âW-What?â You asked and he tutted, relishing in having turned you into a cockdrunk mess.
âWhatâŠ?âÂ
âWhatâ Fuck, what did you do?â He hummed in approval, his breath hot in your ear, and if you thought this man couldnât turn you on more than he was already, even when fucking you senseless, you were wrong.
âI had to jack off in the planeâs bathroom before landing.â You gasped as his hips rutted deep inside you, grunting into your ear before he continued. âI wouldnât have lasted if I didnât.â
You felt your belly burning, a moan escaping your lips with his name etched in it like a prayer. He chuckled through a huff, his movements still slow and meditated, his lips finding your neck once more, sucking on your skin to leave his mark. He was sure to mark you all up before he left, from head to toe, for everyone in your state to know you belonged to someone, that you belonged to him.
He will trace and retrace, leave your skin in red and purple markings. First mark? A necklace for your neck. So he continued moving, sucking onto your skin and biting onto it as he went from one side to another as you became a mess under him. Your nails were scratching the back of his neck, his back, reciprocating the marking in your own way. He could feel it, and he was going to proudly show it off before they fade away, going to make sure to prepare a gig so he could rip his shirt off in front of everyone so they could see.
His lips left your skin, his hands planting on the mattress on each side of your head to push himself up to admire his work. Your eyes were half lidded, completely blown out as your breaths left your pretty lips. A perfect necklace of hickies around your neck that looked way too good on you, a grin appearing on his lips.Â
âPerfect⊠Fucking perfect.â With those words, your arms fell to the sides as he slowly kneeled up, his hands running all over your body, creating goosebumps on your skin despite how hot you felt. He then gripped your waist, tightly, and you saw how his smile fell, his chest moving up and down in heavy breaths and thenâ
He started railing into you like a madman. More creaks. More slapping of skin. More squelching. More cries of pleasure leaving you as he abused your insides in the most delicious and addicting of ways. Your hands coming to grip the pillow underneath your head once again, your legs spread as you saw them bounce back and forth as he moaned over you.
âUhâ Edâ Eds!â He loved to hear his name coming out of your mouth like this. He canât wait to record you, stash this in his secured folder in his phone for his use when he returns to Hawkins. His fringe was surely sticking to his forehead from the force of his movements, but he couldnât stop. He wasnât going to stop, not when you were a blabbering fucking mess.
You saw his contorted face, the pleasure just written all over it, the desperation. Your whole entire self was putty, letting him use you, letting him take whatever he wanted from you and you were enjoying it. You were loving it. You were loving him. You gasped when you started feeling that pressure in your belly grow, the climax building inside of you and Eddie could feel it the second your walls fluttered around him.
âWhere is it?â He breathlessly asked and you didnât even know if he said something until his movements stopped and a hand grabbed your cheeks, puckering your lips to catch your attention. His face was suddenly inches from yours. âI asked, where is it, darling.â
âWhaâ?â You were so confused, your hips swaying so he would keep moving but his hips were grounded against you as he shook his head at you, his grip tightening around your face.
âWhereâs the vibrator?â That little pink thing he saw you use millions of times, and you were trying to process his words in your head, your hand moving shakily towards your night table. He let go of your face so he could reach over, almost ripping the drawer open and he instantly saw it. He grabbed it, your eyes following his movements as they slowly widened, knowing what he was going to do. He smirked your way, licking his bottom lip as his finger pressed on the âonâ button, the little but powerful bullet vibrator coming to life.
âEddieâŠâ You called to him as he kneeled up, sitting back on his calves, his left hand still gripping your waist tightly as his right one held your vibrator, his eyes stuck on it.Â
âIntense little fucker, no wonder itâs your favorite to use, baby.â He gave it a kiss, sending a tremble all over your body, âArch your back.â
You followed his instructions, and even if tired, you planted your feet on the bed, arching your back upwards. His hips started moving again, your hands gripping the pillow tightly once more as you whined, your mouth closed this time. The headboard started to slowly bang against the wall once more the more he picked up speed and your mind was gone.Â
It felt even deeper than before, more intense, and the position was making your spongy spot be hit perfectly in each thrust. He huffed in each one, trying to control his breathing as you moaned loud âah ah ahâsâ, and then, a cry was ripped from you when the vibrator was placed on your clit, your eyes widening at the sensation.Â
âYouâre such a dream, so perfect for me, made for meââ He grunted as your body trembled underneath him, your orgasm now building at a quick and desperate pace. You would be surprised if you werenât screaming his name.Â
âSo good! Fuckâ Itâs so fucking good! Keepâ Keep going, pleasepleasepleaseââ You were begging, as if he were to even think of stopping. He felt you fluttering and clenching all around him, making him growl and grunt, your name slipping from his lips. He could feel his own climax reaching close now, but he was going to feel you one more time. He rolled the vibrator around your clit, flicking it against you as the hand on your waist helped you keep yourself arched against him.
âYeah baby, scream my fucking name, come onââ He was touching heaven right now, the more you talked, the more you cried out, the more you clenched around him. Drool out of your mouth, tears out of your eyes, that fucking necklace he put around your neck. It will go so well with his pick necklace.
âEddieâ Eddieâ Eddie, please!â You kept begging and begging the more you felt yourself tipping over the edge. The creaking of your bed and the banging of the headboard falling to deaf ears, only your moans and his, the vibrator and the slapping of skin the only sounds heard between these four walls.
âI know, baby, I know. Let go, come on, you can do it for meâ Be a good girl, come onââ The praise was what sent you off, your face turning just like it did last time to muffle your moan, your cry, your yelp, as your body arched into him, your walls clenching around his cock, tighter than they did the first time. It prompted him to stop his movements, a loud grunt being heard from him as you saw stars behind your eyelids.
He could only rut his hips into you to help you ride your orgasm, keeping the vibrator to your clit, making your body convulse in ecstasy. He could feel his own body tensing up, the tightness making it impossible for him to hold himself back. He felt you slowly unclench around him, your body twitching against him. Once he knew he could move again, your insides now so smooth to glide into, his need for release made him go feral.
Your vibrator was thrown to the side, and he was panting as he leaned over you, letting your back touch the mattress once again. His hands gripped the top of your headboard as your body was folded, your hips now lifting from your mattress one more time, your body already sore, but he had to cum. He needed to cum. You needed to feel him inside of you, because you would let him mark you inside and out.
His hips slammed against you, jerking you upwards, a yelp coming out of your lips from overstimulation. He grunted in each thrust, your breath knocked out of your lungs as he did it slowly, yet rough. Slam. Slam. Slam.
âIâmâ Iâm gonna cumâ Iâm going to fill you up so good, jesus fucking christââ And all it took was one last slam before he let himself sit inside of you, his eyes clenching tightly as he came, a moan escaping your lips as you felt him and thenâ
CRACK.
His hands slid from the headboard as you both suddenly dropped, a gasp escaping you. A choked breath left your lips the moment you two bounced, his body almost falling over you if it werenât for his elbows that planted on each side of your head, your hips falling back down. Your heart was beating out of your throat, your lungs compressed from the scare and adrenaline.
What had just happened? You shivered when Eddie shuddered, a last spurt being shot inside of you. You were both panting, his face coming to meet yours after he looked around at what had happened.
âSweetheart, didâ did we just break your bed?â And you realised your mattress was now on top of broken boards, hinges, and your headboard was a little wobbly, holding onto the side rails that enclosed your mattress. You blinked a few times as your arms held onto Eddie, and thenâ
You laughed through your exhaustion, through the adrenaline, through the remainder of your climaxes, and he followed right behind you. Breathless laughs, gulping from the sudden realization of how dry your throats were, but the giggles never stopped. Your mind was now clearer thanks to the scare, thanks to how incredible it was that you two had managed to break your slats, despite the seller telling you they were very strong and sturdy.
âWe⊠We didâŠâ You replied through heavy breaths, huffs of laughter escaping you through them and he chuckled on top of you, his bun now a mess, to the point it was almost coming off.Â
âIâll get you a new one⊠holy fuckâŠâ You shook your head with a smile as you held his face, guiding him into a soft kiss this time, your heart bursting with giddiness.Â
âNo, itâs okayâŠâ He smiled down at you, all teeth, and pecked your lips once again, his breath hitting your face, strong exhales coming from his nose. He pulled away, and his eyes were just wide with amusement as you smiled up at him.
âOof.â He sighed to then smile down at you. âWell, that was the biggest workout I had in a while.â You giggled, giving him a nod in understanding, your chest still heaving as you caught your breath.
âI can agree with you on that oneâŠâ You reached up to put a strand of hair behind his ear, a content smile on your face, not being able to hide your happiness despite your body aching all over. He huffed one more time, kissing the tip of your nose before he started to slowly pull out of you. You both groaned at the feeling, realizing how sensitive the two of you were. He sighed one more time, his eyes falling onto your center. They widened as he pulled himself up, almost falling over from how wobbly his legs were, making you laugh in confusion as you pulled yourself up with a whimper, but he stopped you.
âStay there! Do not move.â He stepped over the side rails, once again, almost falling over. He grabbed his phone from the pocket of his jacket, and you could see his tongue poking out of his lips as he came back to you, his camera pointing directly at your pussy. Your eyes were wide with embarrassment, wanting to close your legs on him. âNuh uh, no.â
âWhat are you doing!?â
âI am not missing the opportunity to take a picture out of this!â He smiled with victory as he snapped the photo and then looked at it. âBest Valentine's ever!âÂ
He then showed it to you and you gasped as you saw his cum dripping out of you, and you immediately sat up properly, to then get up to clench your legs together, making him laugh.
âNot funny! Itâs running down!âÂ
The following events were funny, domestic even. You two went to the bathroom as Eddie apologized, lying of course, while you sat on the toilet waiting for every single drop of him to fall down into it. You both then washed yourselves with a wet washcloth each because you were too tired to take a shower. A slap being given at Eddie for the hickies, the extremely unhideable hickies, he left on your neck. A brush of teeth and deciding to just go to bed naked, Eddieâs suggestion with a wiggle of eyebrows.
âEasier access for when we wake up tomorrow.â You had smacked him on top of the head and while you got some water bottles from the kitchen, he had pulled the broken slats from underneath the mattress.
After finally hydrating yourselves again, and maybe eating another slice of pizza, even though you brushed your teeth minutes ago, you were finally laying on his chest as a new comforter covered both of you because the other one had to be desperately washed now⊠maybe even burned.
You sighed in contentment as you traced figures on his chest, your heart beating rapidly as he kept his arm around you, the other one on the back of his head, smiling at your ceiling. The purple hue in your room thanks to the led lights making it a calm atmosphere for the two of you now, instead of horny animals.
Your mouth opened and closed as you debated your next words. Should you? Would he run off? Would he get scared? Was it too soon? Maybe it was, but you needed to get the words out of your system before you exploded with them. The actions that had just transpired made your feelings just burst and grow tenfold than what they already were.
But he deserved it. He deserved every single word.
âEdsâŠâ
âMmm?â He was still smiling, his breathing now calm, relaxed, and your eyes clenched as you pressed your head even more into his chest.
âI love you.â
Silence. His body tensed all over, you could feel it underneath your palm, your body that was draped against his side. You fucked up. You did, didnât you? You ruined it. You ruined his visit, the moment, the relationship, by simply moving too fast.
Yet, both his arms came to squish you close to him, eliciting an âoofâ from your part as he knocked the breath out of your lungs. He was hugging you, tightly, rocking the both of you with happiness, almost giggling with it.
âYou fucking beat me to it! I was supposed to say it first! I was mustering the courage just now.â He replied and your eyes widened for a second as you processed his words, a smile bursting in your lips as you held him close, feeling the need to cry out of joy, sadness, and with hope.
âThen say it back, you idiot.â You claimed and he chuckled, moving so he could be facing you, both of you on your sides now. His hand came to trace your cheek softly, adoringly, as if he was etching your features into memory.Â
âI love you, my goddess.â There was a blush on his cheeks as he said it, and you knew he meant every word. You felt heat rush to your own cheeks, still smiling at him with devotion. He licked his lips nervously as he stuttered his next words. âY-You know⊠Virginia doesnât⊠look that bad.âÂ
You were taken aback by his words andâ Was he sayingâŠ
âAre you⊠implying you want to move⊠here?â You asked, your eyes wide, and now you realize Eddie had been having the same fears as you were. Moving too fast. In the eyes of strangers it might be, but after having him here with you⊠it didnât feel fast at all.
âI meanâ Itâs a little too soon, and I need to⊠check finances and⊠get a new job and all⊠but, wellâ Gotta start thinking about it, you know.â He was looking down, trying to avoid your gaze. You really wanted to cry now. You never expected that playing a game would end in this situation. You smiled warmingly as your hand rested on his cheek, making him look at you once again.
âMmm⊠I think that Charleston in West Virginia sounds⊠good.â He frowned and you knew he was confused. You remembered how Eddie told you he failed senior year twice, so maybe you had to be more specific. âItâs right in between Indiana and VirginiaâŠâ
His face softened, a warm smile appearing and his left hand rubbing your waist lovingly. You were making sure you both had equal distance between your family and friends. A distance where you probably didnât need a plane ticket to visit. He gave you a nod, pulling you closer for his nose to touch yours.
âThen we better start planning, sweetheart.â
And that you did plan.
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a/n: i just think that long distance eddie would be as feral as a rabid dog when meeting his partner for the first time ever. pls reblog, don't just like
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