#and if we do it’s gonna suck ass ugh

[lilgynt]

why my mom can’t flush or wash her hands is beyond me

[cnnamonrolls]

maaaan

[omohole]

back in the front. youll never guess why.

- MK

[thinkinonsense]

34+35𑁍

old man!logan howlett x housewife!reader

cw: do the math.

wc: 1k+

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logan didn't know what he was going to do with you. such a needy little rabbit. that's the only thing he could compare you to, a fuckin' rabbit.

"slow down, sweets." logan mutters against your glossy lips.

all day, you were longing for logan's touch. the second you heard his truck pull into the driveway, you practically jump into his big strong arms. he could smell your arousal down the street. you wanted nothing more than for logan to bring out his inner animal, but he was going to make you work for it.

you dragged him into your shared bedroom once he shrugged off his suit jacket. logan noticed how clean the bedroom looked, the only things on the nightstand were his cigars and one of your pretty coffee mugs. your bedsheets were the same colors as your lingerie, soft lilac and white.

"let me get a look at ya', princess." logan says in your ear while you try to climb in his lap. instead, you give him a little spin, his hands never leaving your hips. "look like a doll."

you smile at him then shove him roughly on his back, climbing on top of the older man. by no means were you stronger than logan but when you get like this, he wonders if you were the one with the adamantium skeleton.

"been thinking about you all day long..." you say, clawing at his white button-down. logan chuckles, moving his hands further south on your body.

"whatcha been thinking 'bout?" he asks, squeezing your ass.

"fucking you."

logan loves when you get like this. you bat your pretty lashes up at him while saying the filthiest things. even in his older state, he liked keeping up with someone younger.

"i'm not sure, princess." logan sighs. "i'm pretty tired from work."

"we try something different if you want?" you suggest sweetly running your fingers through his grey hair.

"like what?"

without hesitation, you get up and straddle his chest backward. his button-down was opened exposing his toned stomach. logan wasn't up to date on modern-day sex terms, he knew what he liked and pretty much stuck to it unless you introduced him to something. what? he's old fashion.

"so, you're just gonna sit on my-" logan's words died in his throat the moment you started unbuckling his belt.

you pull out his half-hard cock and begin slowly pumping him. logan couldn't believe the position you put yourself in but he sure was thankful for it. as you traced one of his veins with your tongue, logan pulled your hips closer to his mouth, messily making out with your cunt over the material of your lilac panties. this made you wiggle your hips annoyed by his teasing.

"please..." you huff, taking him out of your mouth to beg. "no teasing, lo..."

logan tugs you back against him roughly so he can slurp up the wetness that coated the now dark purple material. when you begin to kitten lick him, smacking the tip against your tongue, logan tosses his head back and lets out a feral moan.

"sorry, sweetheart." he groans, extending one claw to cut your panties off of you then putting it back away.

"logan!" you gasp, wanting to scold him.

suddenly, you feel him spread you open with his fingers without warning, logan spits directly onto your cunt. butterflies flutter inside of you at his dirty action. logan then switch's between sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue, savoring the taste of you.

"f-fuck, lo..." you moan around his length while scratching at his thick thighs. you can feel him grin against your most intimate area.

logan releases you from his mouth with a tiny pop. he can see you pulsing, needing to be filled. within seconds, logan takes two fingers into his mouth coating them with spit then angles them at your entrance.

"ugh, fuck!" you feel like the wind was just knocked from your lungs. logan was relentless, gradually increasing his pace while your forehead rested against one of his thighs.

"thought this was supposed to be 50/50 effort, sweetheart?" logan teases, hitting that spongey spot inside of you with his fingers repeatedly. "gonna make your old man do all the work-"

"shut up." you groan, placing your cunt back against his mouth.

a small whimper falls from logan's lips, breaking down his tough man persona. you adored when the 'big bad wolf' became a submissive little play thing.

logan can feel you clenching around his fingers, sucking him in completely. he wasn't far behind but he needed more. through blurry vision, you can see logan bend his knees and lift his hips so he's hitting the back of your throat at his own pace; the tip kissing your esophagus.

"such a good fuckin' girl..." logan groans against your lips.

neither of you could warn the other about your approaching orgasms. eyes full of stars when suddenly logan coats your throat while you grind against his face, his soaked beard leaving faint red scratches on your inner thighs.

you must have laid on him for a moment too long after because logan playfully slaps your ass, sending you scurrying away from him.

"how was that?" you pant, facing him normally again with a fucked out smile.

"fuckin' amazing, princess," he says, grabbing your chin and pulling you into a kiss. you straddle logan's waist again, feeling him harden again underneath you.

"that was quick." you giggle against his lips.

"mhm, think you'll be able to keep up?" he challenges you.

"watch it, old man..." you smirk, lifting up and placing him at your entrance. "or you're gonna need a seatbelt when i ride it."

as you sink down on him, logan was torn on where to steady his gaze. he wanted to stare at where the two of you were connected but when your hand start pawing at his dog tags desperately, he knew the answer was to look up at your adorable fucked out face.

"you doin' alright there sweetheart?" logan purrs underneath you, wrapping a hand around your hair and tugging softly. your stamina always impressed him, how you could keep going and going was beyond his old fragile state. "bet you want your old man to take over, huh? fuck you nice and good like you deserve? know you want it, baby."

logan knew the best way to get into your head and your panties were with his words. it always worked, until now.

"what did i tell you earlier, baby?" you taunt him, reaching over and grabbing your ripped underwear to shove in his mouth. "shut up."

"oh, fuck" logan moans against the material while your hips bounce frantically against his; shaking the bed frame and banging it against the wall.

thank god, the two of you live deep in the woods or else your neighbors would constantly think there's an earthquake coming when the two of you were fucking. you feel logan twitch inside of you, letting you know he's close.

"let go, lo..." you moan, leaning down to his ear level while he desperately smacks your hips into his, chasing his high. "you know you wanna cum inside it."

logan's hips snapped, drooling all over your panties as your cunt sucks him in. his warmth coats your walls pearly white while one of his hands comes down to play with your clit until your moaning vulgarly in his ear.

"r-r-right there, lo..." you whimper, biting down on his shoulder as you cum around him. "please, please don't stop!"

neither of you wanted to move once both of you come down from your highs. you pull your ripped up panties out of logan's mouth before slumping down on top of his chest.

"tired, princess?" he chuckles.

"mhm..." you sigh, getting comfortable against him.

"look who's getting old now, hm?" logan teases, flipping you over carefully onto the sheets.

"stay..."

"i'm just clean you up." he assures you. "get some rest. i'll be here."

those were the last words you heard before falling asleep in his arms.

[bbydoll18xx]

She's an Angel (Part 2)

You and Paige get locked inside a bathroom, the team likes to cockblock, and you finally get the girl.

Paige Bueckers x reader

Part 1 - Pretty much everyone but Paige has noticed your pining, and the team decide to do something about it.

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Word Count: 1.7k

Themes: ummm smut??

A/N: hiiii cuties. Here is part 2. I hope you enjoy!!!

~

Your chest heaves as you and Paige pull apart from each other. You look towards your reflection in the mirror, eyes trained on your swollen lips and the dark hickey standing prominent on your neck. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, dancing your fingers across the bruise with a dazed expression on your face. “You know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

“You know long I’ve wanted to fuck you?” Paige whispers, her voice rich with a sultry tone. 

You press another kiss to her lips, humming as her taste floods your senses again. 

Her large hands trail down your sides, landing on your ass. Her touch sends sparks shooting through your body, and she lifts you up, putting you on the counter. You were now eye to eye, the vast blueness of hers shining stark against the dark pupils that engorged in the view of you.

She smirks, reconnecting your lips, as your moans fill the small bathroom. 

“God, Paige,” you whine, as you push your body against hers, your hands roaming freely. 

“Such a needy, little thing, aren’t you, Bambi?” She mumbles, her breath hot against your throat, warmth spreading down your spine to settle in the pit of your belly. She had lit a fire inside you, and now it was fully raging, consuming you until you would ultimately be left in a pile of ash.

Your head spins as her words register in your love drunk brain. Another breathy moan falls from your lips, back arching to get as close to Paige as possible as she sucks marks onto your sensitive skin. 

The noises grow louder before they’re cut off by a clamor outside the bathroom, followed by three quick raps on the door. 

Paige groans, throwing her head back in annoyance. “What the fuck do you guys want?” She calls out.

“We didn’t think you two would actually hook up in there,” Jana yells with a tone of disgust.

You giggle as Paige leans back into you, her face buried in your neck as she thinks for a moment.

“Gonna kill those cock-blocking idiots,” she grumbles under her breath. She helps you down off of the bathroom counter before stepping over to the door and ripping it open.

The whole team is standing in the doorway with varying expressions on their faces, ranging from smug to utter excitement. 

“Nice hickey,” Aubrey says pointedly, causing the other girls to erupt in laughter. Your face grows warm as you move to hide behind Paige’s taller figure. 

“It is, isn’t it,” Paige boasts, turning around to look at it. Her eyes flicker to yours, as the rest of the team fades out from your periphery. 

“Ugh, cool it with the lovey-dovey shit,” KK groans, pretending to gag. 

“I thought you wanted us to be happy,” Paige deadpans, glaring at the team with a little less heat than before. 

“Go be happy someplace I don’t get ready,” Jana shoots back, still looking thoroughly traumatized, as she glances past you and Paige to look at the defiled counter with a subtle shudder. 

Paige shrugs, grabbing your hand and waving to the team. “Gonna go fuck my girl. See ya.”

Her nonchalant brashness makes you giggle, and as you follow her out of the apartment, you can’t help but feel giddy as the thought settles into your mind.

Paige was finally going to fuck you. And she was finally going to be yours.

~

Your bedroom was illuminated by the soft, golden hue emitting from your desk lamp, showering you and Paige in a comforting aureate of warmth. 

Paige had settled herself between your open thighs, as she worshiped the soft skin under her, leaving you dripping and feeling very, very needy. Your chest rises and falls as you watch the blonde girl, wondering how the hell you had gotten here. 

“Please, Paige,” you whimper. “Need more.” Your hips stutter as her mouth travels closer to your soaked core. You reach down to play with your own clit before Paige smacks your hand away with a dominant finality. 

“Gonna take care of my baby. Trust,” she hums against your thigh, pressing one more hot, open-mouthed kiss before suddenly licking a wide stripe up your pussy. 

Your hips fly off of the bed as the pleasure shoots through you, and Paige holds them down with a muscled forearm, anchoring you. 

Your head falls back against the mountain of pillows on your bed, quiet moans and tiny ‘pleases’ pouring out of your mouth as Paige eats you out with a fervous hunger.

“God, you taste good,” she claims, and as you look back down, you see the unmistakable sheen of your dripping sex coating her chin as she meets your eye with a grin. 

Her voice, rich with arousal and husky, sent the butterflies in your stomach soaring to new, great heights. 

Her tongue circles your clit again, sucking it into her mouth as if it belonged to her. She teases your entrance with a long finger, your slick warmth practically inviting her in. 

She slips a finger in, your arousal evident as the usual, initial sting is absent. She wastes no time adding a second finger, pumping them in and out skillfully. 

“So good, P,” you cry, eyes closing as the pressure in your lower abdomen builds to a perfect crescendo. 

Paige releases your swollen clit from her hot, wet mouth to grin cheekily up at you, clearly enjoying the sounds of your own pleasure. 

“Told you I’d take care of you, baby,” she boasts. 

A third finger slips in as she gently teases you, brushing up against your g-spot with a delightful precision. 

Your body is on fire, your entire being consumed by the wanton desire shooting through you. 

You were going to cum on that same mouth you had spent years fantasizing about. It was almost poetic.

Your walls clench, and Paige knows that you’re getting close. She continues to eat you out, alternating pressure and speed. 

“Fuck, Paige. Gonna-gonna cum. Please let me cum,” you whimper, all thoughts of trying to remain somewhat quiet erased from your mind. 

“Be a good girl. Let go f’me,” she mumbles against your pussy, and it’s all you need to fall apart under her. 

Your moans ricochet off the walls, alerting your neighbors of your activities, and Paige’s name leaves your lips like a sacred prayer. 

She gives you a moment to catch your breath as she gazes upon your naked body. When you finally meet her eyes, a blush covers your face as you take notice of her adoring smile. 

“You’re such a fuckin’ softy, P,” you giggle. 

It was Paige’s turn to blush, and you pull her into a heated kiss, licking into her half-open mouth with a newfound confidence as you revel in the afterglow of your orgasm. 

Flipping Paige over so she was laying underneath your body, you continue kissing her. You reach to roll a nipple between your fingers, experimenting with pinching and pulling at the pink, peaked flesh. 

Your kisses travel down, marking her at the base of her throat with deep purple hues that would show everyone that she belongs to you and only you. 

Paige groans under you, whimpering out breathy curse words and your name on a continuous loop. 

You sit back on your knees, resting your butt on your heels, watching Paige, who looks up at you with a confused expression. 

“Why’d you stop, Bambi?” She pouts, clearly frustrated at the sudden halt. 

“Wanna try something with you,” you whisper, grabbing her open legs and slotting them in between yours. 

Loud moans leave your mouths concurrently, as your slick centers connect, a feeling that is completely indescribable. It was erotic, the warmth spreading between the two of you. 

You roll your hips experimentally, grinding your swollen clit against Paige’s, and her head falls to rest in the crook of your neck. Puffs of hot air tickle the sensitive skin right under your ear, and you extend your neck, wanting her to get even closer to you. 

You find a rhythm, both of you taking turns guiding and following. The slick builds, running down your pussies and coating your inner thighs with a layer of sheen. 

Leaning your head down, you attach your mouth to one of Paige’s nipples, biting lightly and then soothing it with a teasing sweep of your tongue. It was almost too much, and you pull away to focus on your centers sliding in unison. 

“Fuck, ma. You feel so fuckin’ good,” Paige grunts out. “Can’t believe I’ve never done this shit before.” Her breath shudders as you pump your hips from a new angle, effectively silencing her. 

“What can I say? I’m full of surprises,” you manage to get out, your voice raising a full octave as another wave of pleasure rolls through you. 

The first orgasm Paige had awarded you had left you incredibly sensitive, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were falling over the edge once more. 

You trail a hand across Paige’s toned stomach, feeling the ripples of pleasure shooting through her. 

“I’m close,” you moan, and Paige nods, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, grinding up against your pelvis with a raging urgency. 

Two more pumps of your own hips and you both were falling into each other, lost in the throes of your orgasms. 

You collapse into each other's arms, limbs tangled up, two becoming one. At the moment, it feels like a lot more than just sex. 

Laying down next to you, Paige cuddles you into her warmth, humming in appreciation. “The perks of dating a cheerleader, am I right?” She jokes, looking over to you with another ridiculous grin on her face. 

“We’re dating now?” You question, your heart nearly faltering. 

“I gotta take you out first. But yeah, duh,” she deadpans, and you lightly shove her, the giddiness in your chest threatening to give away your perfectly planned nonchalance. 

As you lay next to her, listening to your breathing evening out, a smile ghosts your lips. 

Gone were the days of pining. Because you had finally secured the girl. And that was certainly something to cheer about. 

~

Whoo clearly I've been on a smut kick and i need to write something more wholesome. That being said, someone did request another part of I've Got a Wand and a Rabbit and i am very very tempted....

Thanks so much for reading. Let me know what you think!!

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Closing shift (Chou Tzuyu x M!Reader)

Twice Smut ... I'm sorry Word Count: 2283

Working the closing shift at a cafe was always relaxing for me.

It was always mostly empty and I was able to relax with the soft piano music playing in the cafe. Along with the fact that it was now snowing and I enjoyed seeing the snow fall making the outside look pretty. But today was even better as I got to work with Tzuyu.

I was behind the register counting the money and I couldn't help but stare at Tzuyu while she was cleaning the tables. The way her jeans hugged her legs so tightly was so addicting.

I must have been staring for too long because out of no where Tzuyu spoke up. "Can I help you Y/N?" Tzuyu said while looking at me in the eyes.

"O-oh no I was just lost in thought" I didn't know if Tzuyu would believe me.

"Well okay Y/N but just focus on finishing your work so we can close the cafe." Tzuyu said before she got back to work.

I tried to go back to doing my task but I couldn't stop thinking about Tzuyu. The way her hips swayed when she walked and her butt that looked like it would feel so tight around my cock. Everything about Tzuyu was just so addicting.

"Y/N when are you going to stop acting?" I looked up and saw Tzuyu was staring at me.

"What do you mean Tzuyu?"

"Oh don't act dumb Y/N I see you and how you stare at me. You want to have sex with me don't you?"

Tzuyu walked up to me crossing her arms and looked me dead in the eyes.

"No I would never-"

Tzuyu suddenly pulled me close to her and whispered into my ear. "It's okay cause I want to do it with you to."

I pulled Tzuyu into a kiss and started to put my hands on her body. Tzuyu kissed back roughly and we made out.

Suddenly Tzuyu dropped to her knees and started to pull my pants down. "Y/N are you ready?" I nodded to signal to Tzuyu she could start sucking.

She was really good my legs started shaking. I didn't know Tzuyu was so-

"Y/N WAKE UP"

I got up and saw Tzuyu looking at me slightly annoyed.

"Wh-what happened?"

"You fell asleep on the counter is what happened. I've been shaking you to wake up but you never did so I started screaming."

I felt embarrassed. I can't believe I dreamed having sex with Tzuyu.

"I'm sorry Tzuyu I'm just really tired right now." I apologized profusely to Tzuyu and she let out a sigh.

"Look Y/N I understand but I want to go home and I can't go until we both finish our tasks."

"It won't happen again I promise."

"Just hurry up and don't fall asleep this time." Tzuyu said as she went back to cleaning the tables. I pulled myself together before I went back to doing my tasks.

The next day came around and once again I had the closing shift with Tzuyu. This time I was doing the dishes while Tzuyu mopped the floor. Suddenly the power went out and the backup generator kicked in bringing back some light to the cafe.

Suddenly I got a weather alert on my phone and it said that there was a blizzard and to stay off the roads.

Suddenly Tzuyu came into the kitchen. "Did you get the weather alert to Y/N?" I nodded and Tzuyu sighed "Well we can't go home in this weather so I guess we're stuck here."

"Well blizzard or no blizzard we still have to get our tasks done."

"Ugh don't remind me!" Tzuyu said looking upset "But you're right let's just finish and we can figure out what to do from there." Tzuyu groaned as she went back to mop the floor.

After thirty minutes we both finished our tasks and we both went in the break room and were on our phones to pass the time until suddenly the lights went out and it started getting cold.

"Why is it getting so cold in here?" Tzuyu said while shivering.

"The backup generator probably failed."

"Well fuck Y/N what are we gonna do now? Freeze our asses off until the weather calms down?"

"Didn't you bring a jacket with you?"

"I did but I left it in my car." Tzuyu said probably regretting she didn't just bring it in and leave it in the break room.

"Y/N let's cuddle."

When I heard that I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming again.

"You want to cuddle?"

"Yeah so we can share body heat, I don't want to freeze in here."

I moved closer to Tzuyu and wrapped my arms around her while she did the same."

To say I felt slightly weird would be an understatement. I was having a hard time trying to calm myself so my cock wouldn't start rising. Being able to feel Tzuyu's breath on me wasn't helping.

I tried to push my dirty thoughts away but I felt my cock was rising.

"Tzuyu I need to go use the restroom do you mind?"

"Don't take too long Y/N." Tzuyu said as she unwrapped her arms around me.

I quickly got up and made my way to the bathroom that was in the break room. I quickly took my pants off and started to pump my cock so I could relieve myself. I tried keeping my moans low so Tzuyu wouldn't hear but I suddenly heard other moans that weren't mine.

I slightly opened the bathroom door and saw Tzuyu with her jeans off fingering herself. "Ah~ Y/N why would you dream about fucking me instead of just asking me to fuck you."

Without putting my pants back on I walked closer to Tzuyu to confirm I wasn't hearing things.

"Fuck Y/N why can't you just ask me out already?"

As I was walking closer to Tzuyu the floor suddenly creaked which made Tzuyu suddenly look in my direction.

"Y/N? I thought you were using the bathroom ... no wait why are your pants off?"

"Tzuyu why were you fingering yourself?" Tzuyu suddenly blushed and looked away.

"Why are you even asking I'm sure you heard what I was just saying."

I sat down next to Tzuyu feeling the cold couch.

"How did you know I was dreaming about having sex with you yesterday?"

"I heard you moaning my name while you were dreaming yesterday. You were also breathing heavily while we were cuddling so I just assumed." Tzuyu said with a smile looking at me once again.

"Well Tzuyu you said you were cold and that I should ask to fuck you so how about we take care of both those problems?"

Tzuyu took off her apron and her shirt and leaned in to kiss me. I kissed Tzuyu roughly and we held each other close.

Tzuyu started to take off my shirt and apron and threw it across the room. We were both extremely cold but we didn't care.

As our kiss turned more intimate I put a finger inside Tzuyu's pussy which elicited a moan from her. Tzuyu's pussy gripped my finger extremely tight. "Tzuyu is this your first time?"

Tzuyu nodded "Yes Y/N this is my first time. Am I also your first?" I shoved another finger inside of Tzuyu before responding "This is the first time for me also."

My other hand went up and grabbed Tzuyu's breasts. They were bigger than I thought. I squeezed her soft breasts and put another finger inside of Tzuyu.

"Ah ~ Fuck yes Y/N finger my pussy it's yours now."

The amount of heat we were in made us forget all about how cold it was. I continued thrusting my fingers into Tzuyu until she squirted all over my fingers. "Do you want to know how you taste like Tzuyu?" Tzuyu nodded and I let her suck my fingers clean.

While Tzuyu was laying down on the couch trying to calm herself down after reaching her high I walked over to the mini fridge in the break room and pulled out a block of ice. I walked back over to Tzuyu and shoved the ice block inside of Tzuyu's pussy.

"AH FUCK Y/N ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Tzuyu yelped from the extreme cold of the ice cube.

Before she could keep complaining I shoved my cock into Tzuyu's mouth and started thrusting in and out of her mouth. Tzuyu started running her tongue along my cock.

While I was using Tzuyu's mouth for my pleasure I used this opportunity to explore Tzuyu's body with my hands.

After some time I pulled out and Tzuyu started gasping for air. I pulled the ice cube out from Tzuyu's pussy to help her relax.

I turned Tzuyu over so her face was facing down on the couch. My cock was covered in Tzuyu's saliva so I wasn't worried about finding it hard to shove my cock inside Tzuyu's ass.

"Y/N please let me relax a bit first."

I didn't want to stop yet but I also didn't want Tzuyu to have a bad first time having sex.

I massaged Tzuyu's back while I grabbed the ice cube that was in Tzuyu's pussy and put it in my mouth.

Tzuyu's juices tasted delicious honestly I would want to taste her everyday if I could.

I continued to massage Tzuyu's back to help her relax. Eventually she spoke up "Okay Y/N I'm good now."

"Are you sure we can stop if you want."

"No Y/N trust me I'm fine."

With Tzuyu's permission I put my cock in Tzuyu's tight ass and started to thrust in her at a fast pace.

"YES Y/N FUCK MY ASS" Tzuyu screamed

I spanked her ass leaving a red mark on her ass cheek.

I started to pick up the place and started to squeeze Tzuyu's ass. Tzuyu couldn't stop moaning and she wasn't able to form any words.

I felt myself reaching my high and I thrusted as fast as I could inside Tzuyu. Eventually I came inside Tzuyu's ass. So much cum came out of me some started to leak out of Tzuyu's ass.

"Y/N that was great your cum made me so warm." Tzuyu looked at my cock and realized it was still hard. "Want to do one more round?"

I nodded and asked her if I could cum in her pussy.

Tzuyu smiled "You can go ahead, you can cum in my pussy if you want. Don't worry I'm on birth control so don't worry about me getting pregnant."

With Tzuyu's permission I went ahead and turned Tzuyu over so I could look at her face and then I put my cock inside of Tzuyu's pussy.

"Ah fuck Y/N stop for a minute and let me adjust to your cock."

I stopped and looked at Tzuyu worriedly. "I can pull out if you're in too much pain."

"No Y/N don't pull out just give me a minute."

"Okay Tzuyu but if it ever becomes too much for you just tell me. I don't want you to have a bad first time."

"Thank you for worrying about me Y/N."

After a few minutes Tzuyu told me to continue and I continued to put my cock deep inside Tzuyu.

I started off slow and Tzuyu whined for a while but eventually she adjusted and started to beg for me to go faster.

"Y/N ... faster please."

I quickened up my pace and we were both moaning as loud as we could not caring about anything else in the world other than each other.

"Y/N I'm going to cum."

"Tzuyu hold it for me. I want us to cum together."

"Please hurry Y/N I can't hold it for much longer."

I thrusted as fast as I could to help myself cum faster as I knew it was only a matter of moments before Tzuyu came.

"Y/N I'M CUMMING!"

We both came at the exact same time. Tzuyu's pussy was leaking a mix of both of our cum.

I pulled out and laid on top of Tzuyu and we started to kiss each other again. Our hands were on each others bodies again. Feeling Tzuyu's perfect body was something I could never get enough of.

Eventually we fell asleep on each other, exhausted.

The next morning came and we were both woken up by our manager yelling.

"Y/N AND TZUYU WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!"

"Mrs. Minatozaki we have a good excuse!"

"REALLY Y/N? THEN EXPLAIN WHY YOU GUYS ARE NAKED AND WHY THE WHOLE ROOM SMELLS LIKE SEX! TELL MY WHY I SHOULDN'T FIRE BOTH OF YOU RIGHT NOW!"

Mrs. Minatozaki was right we didn't have a good excuse.

"Mrs. Minatozaki we'll clean this whole place up and leave." I said and looked at Tzuyu who nodded.

"Wait you guys don't have to leave I'm not firing you guys over this."

"Thank you Mrs. Minatozaki you have no idea how much-"

"Under one condition."

Mrs. Minatozaki walked closer to us looking at our naked bodies on top of each other.

"Let me join you guys next time."

Before I could even process what Mrs. Minatozaki said Tzuyu went ahead and agreed to her terms "You can join us next time."

"Great, oh and call me Sana from now on. Now get yourselves cleaned up and get dressed. Your both working extra hours today."

We both groaned knowing it was going to be a long day.

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I've been busy recently so expect the next week or so to be slow. But I'll still try to write stuff.

[star-girl69]

After Midnight

Caroline (KK) Harvey x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: flirting with the star hockey player at the frat party isn’t what you would normally do, but it’s after midnight and something about the lights is making everything a little hazy.

feel free to send requests!!! 🫶🫶

a/n: GUYS PLEASE. PLEASE IGNORE THIS. i’m sorry i’ve betrayed all my morals… but i cant sit idly by while my fellow kk lovers suffer… i hope you all enjoy!!

After Midnight - Chappell Roan

warnings: not proofread!!!, ALCOHOL!!! we are in a FRAT people!!, some swearing ofc, super brief barely there mentions of violence and such, kk is taller than reader by like an inch suck it idc i do what i want, super brief mention of y/n having hair (length unspecified), idk like a bit of kissing and some somewhat suggestive thoughts… y/n is a freak 💔, i’ve never flirted with anyone before how do you do this, so probs inaccurate, i don’t know anything about hockey just prefacing this, i also don’t know how college works rip, as chappell roan said: “i love a little drama, let’s start a bar fight, cause everything good happens after midnight”

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“Shit, babe, you look fuckin’ hot.”

This entire night is almost painful for you. Stepping out of your comfort zone on any level is always an adjustment, but trading your early nights in with homework and Netflix for a sexy dress showing everything in all the right and wrong places- is especially hard.

You almost cringe touching the velvet fabric of your revealing dark red shirt, staring at someone in the mirror you don’t even recognize.

“Jackie,” you mumble to your best friend and roommate, “I think it’s.. too much.”

Jackie tilts her head to the side, short dirty blonde hair swaying with the movement. She’s only humoring you, you can tell. “Nope. Perfect.”

You look at the pictures stuck in the slats of the mirror. Pictures of you, Jackie, and the other girl in your trio, Tyla, faces pressed together in bright smiles from various adventures from your freshman year at college.

It was such a relief when Jackie was the sweetest girl and an amazing person to share a dorm with, but when she brought along her best friend Tyla from a few doors down- the three of you fell into a quick and beautiful friendship, like the ones in the movies.

Jackie and Tyla were definitely more on the party girl side than the study girl side, but that was what was so great about your friendship. You reminded them that they did in fact have homework, and they pushed you to do things like this every once in a while.

This was the first time you had ever suggested it. Midterms were over- it would be wrong to not celebrate. To breathe in the few seconds you had left as a freshman, before it all got turned up again for sophomore year.

“Okay,” Jackie breathes, clasping her hands in front of her chest. “Take a deep breath, babe. The fit is a lot, yes, but it’s gorgeous. I mean, damn, where have you been hiding that ass?”

You bite your lip, eyes tearing away from the pictures, meeting Jackie’s eyes in the reflection.

“My ass does look really good,” you concede.

“Hell yeah it does!” Jackie shouts, smiling brightly. “Don’t be nervous, okay? It’s just some random frat party. We can go sit outside if it gets too much.”

It’s break. It’s Friday night. You look good, however uncomfortable you are.

“Fuck,” you mumble. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

“You’re good?”

“I’m just gonna do a few shots when we get there.”

“That’s my girl.”

Jackie thinks for a moment. “Besides, I think it’s a party to celebrate the girls hockey team winning a game, or something like that. The attention is gonna be far away from you. But…”

She trails off, picking at a piece of thread hanging from her comforter.

“What?” You ask, heart jumping to your throat in fear.

“Dylan might be there,” she shrugs.

Ugh.

Dylan.

Dylan wasn’t even that big of a problem, just a boy you had overzealously dated right when you got to college, when you were adjusting and still kind of lonely, only to find out his obsessive, stalker-ish personality was literal hell to be in a relationship with.

After maybe a week of constant love-bombing and clinginess, you broke up with him- and he tried for literal months to get your attention before he finally seemed to give up.

Once in a while, you’d see him at these parties, and he’d stare at you in a way that was probably supposed to be sexy, but was only weird and uncomfortable.

“Who gives a fuck about him?” You ask, your own surprise reflected in Jackie’s face.

“Damn, girl. Yeah, you’re fuckin’ right. Who gives a fuck about his sad ass?”

“I don’t,” you scoff, refusing to let him ruin your night.

The bathroom door slams open suddenly, revealing Tyla in an even more revealing black dress. Skin tight with cut outs showing her dark skin.

“Jesus Christ, I pity the other girls at that bar.” Tyla runs her hands down her sides, smiling brightly in a way that can only be joking.

And you laugh, and you laugh when she softly bumps you away from the mirror and admires herself even more.

—-

Because of this rash decision to go out, Tyla hadn’t done her usual shopping for the pregame so you were forced to go to the party early- which Tyla actually groaned at and complained about how “embarrassing” it was. But after a few shots, that embarrassment fell away and she was back to being the funny, confident girl you knew her as.

You talked amongst the three of you, and with the two boys who were acting as bartenders, until more and more people slowly started filing in and the sky got dark. It was probably close to 10pm by the time the party really got busy, and those first two hours faded into a montage of alcohol stinging your throat and the sounds of your best friends laughing.

When the hockey team finally arrived, you were sitting on a couch with your girls, Tyla talking in this played-up sensual voice to a random boy who had taken an interest in her, while you and Jackie were busy scouting out the new arrivals and the different kinds of alcohol they placed on the table.

Even if Jackie hadn’t off-handedly mentioned it earlier, you quickly would have found out who this party was for. A large group of girls walked into the party, immediately met with cheers and shots, swarmed with alcohol and congratulations.

Some guy, probably one who actually lived in this house, whipped out a shitty megaphone and shouted their arrival, but it wasn’t even that loud.

Even you, however studious you were, knew about the girl’s hockey team. A bunch of them had played on the Olympic team a few years ago, and all the students of this D1 school were generally pretty proud that the Wisconsin team had won the most national championships.

Most of them were wearing their jerseys, but a few had dressed up. The girl’s hockey team was probably the hottest, most talented group of girls to ever be within 100 feet of you.

It was almost unfair how all of them were so beautiful and so talented, but you suppose that the rigorous workout schedules of Olympic and national athletes didn’t leave a lot of room for anything other than a fuck ton of muscles.

God, half of them towered over you and all of them could probably break your wrist with just a flick.

It was impressive.

What was most impressive, though, is the way the infamous Caroline Harvey walked in carrying about 27 cases of beer, which must have weighed as much as this fucking house, and effortlessly set it all on the ground beside the table full of red solo cups, chasers, and bottles of vodka.

Cheers rang out and people scrambled towards it, ripping the cardboard boxes open greedily and opening them just as fast.

You watched, hiding your parted mouth with your hand, as Caroline accepted an open beer from someone, cheers with a few of her teammates and drank a long sip. When she was done, she laughed and lifted her shirt to her mouth to wipe off some stray liquid, a movement that let just a sliver of her toned abs peek through.

“Holy fuck,” you whispered, quickly looking to the floor and deciding hockey was your new favorite sport.

You knew her from around campus, you both liked to study in the library at the same time- around 3 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and it became kind of tradition to just stare at her for a few minutes in between sections of your work. Almost like some weird little reward. You did feel kind of bad about it, but fuck, there was no way you could stop.

Besides, it’s not like she noticed.

You always sat on opposite sides of the library, and she never once even looked in your direction. What Caroline didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, and you never see her unless it’s at the library or in passing at parties. But, God, doesn’t it feel good to just relish in how beautiful she is and stare for just a bit.

“Y/N, babe.”

Jackie knocked herself into you, her knees tucked up to her chest, some sort of a smile on her face.

“What’cha doin’?” She asks, smiling in a way that can only be described as evil. “Starin’? Hockey player pique your interest, huh?”

“No,” you say, forcing a laugh into your voice and rolling your eyes. “Just lookin’ at all the commotion.”

You’re trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, but now that Jackie’s mentioned it- those abs did pique your interest. And now they came flashing behind your eyes every time you blink.

“Oh, my God, I think I’m in heat,” you mumble, slightly to yourself and slightly to Jackie.

She wraps a lazy arm around your shoulder, letting out a sigh. “Oh, sweet girl, don’t worry. I’ve got you. Which one is it?”

“Caroline,” you mumble, so quiet and so sudden before you can really think about it.

Jackie hums, tilting her head to the side. “Don’t know a whole lot about her, but I heard she had a girlfriend freshman year, so definitely into girls. Not dating anyone right now, though. Olympian, hockey player, all that sexy stuff.”

“Mhmmmmm,” you mumble, sneaking a quick glance and then looking away immediately when she takes another sip of her drink, not wanting to know what would happen if you caught another glimpse of those god-sent abs.

“You gonna do somethin’ about it?” Jackie asks, nudging your head with hers.

“No, no,” you dismiss. “Just… being a freak. Admiring. God, I’m pathetic.”

Jackie laughs, abruptly standing and pulling you to your feet too. “Come on, babe, time for more drinks, let’s get your mind off of this if you’re not gonna make a move.”

You roll your eyes but follow her to the table of drinks farthest away from Caroline and the other hockey players. You’re not going to do anything, it’s not like you have a chance, and you’re just bored without schoolwork to occupy your every thought.

You take a deep breath, standing next to Jackie and surveying your options. Jackie choses for the both of you, definitely the more experienced party girl, mixing a drink that is majority vodka, making you groan slightly just at the thought of it.

“Here you go!” Jackie smiles, placing the red solo cup into your hand, smiling like she’s not trying to give you alcohol poisoning. Her gaze fixes on something behind you, and you faintly register the way her eyes light up- already a little tipsy from the few shots you’ve done- but you can’t even be bothered to question why.

You eye your drink suspiciously, mentally preparing yourself for the taste.

“Whoops,” Jackie mutters, and you look up at her only to feel her push you back.

“Jackie-” you start, angry, and she quickly scurries away from you. You want to kill her a little bit, at least question her- but you don’t get the chance to.

You gasp as you slam into someone behind you, drink splashing all over your front, alcohol mixing with the rich velvet texture of your shirt in a way that might very well ruin it. You bite your lip, glancing around the room, grateful that the room is so crowded and busy that no one noticed.

“Damn Harvey, knockin’ girls over on and off the ice,” someone laughs. You think you hear the sound of someone lightly hitting another person, followed by a small “ow.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

You turn around, Jackie nowhere to be found, and completely freeze when you realize not only did the person you slammed into have enough decency to ask if you were okay, but that person was fucking Caroline Harvey.

You would have laughed at how cliche it was if you weren’t so secretly exhilarated. The only reason you even had this drink was to stop shamefully staring at her.

But she’s right in front of you… and she looks even better like this, cheeks slightly flushed already from the alcohol, a glint in her eyes.

Her eyes meet yours, staring at you in obvious confusion and concern- “Hey? You okay?”

She places her hand on your waist and you suddenly return back into your body, looking anywhere but her eyes that were literally fucking drowning you.

“I’m sorry,” you gasp. “I-I’m fine. I’m just, like, really drunk.” You laugh, awkwardly, trying to pretend that you’re talking to just anyone. Trying to pretend like her hand on your waist wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

She smiles, Jesus Christ that fucking smile, your knees go a little weak.

“Oh, good. Would be a shame if that pretty head got a concussion.”

You laugh, staring at her smile. Intoxicating. It’s the only word that comes to mind- maybe enchanted. She’s like some drug, and, God, it’s so stupid but you think you might be addicted after hearing her voice just once.

And, the suddenly, so vividly you almost fall over again, you realize what she said to you.

“Here, let me help you,” she says, effortlessly taking the now pretty much empty red solo cup from you and placing it on the table behind you, wrapping her arm around your waist and leading you to what you assume is a bathroom, probably where she was originally going. “I’m Caroline, but you can call me KK.”

Your mouth is slightly agape as she leads you through the crowd, and you suddenly pass by Jackie who gives you a big smile and a thumbs up- disappearing into the crowd before you can curse her name.

Fuck it. She’s right in front of you. The alcohol is getting to your head, the dim lighting is making everything hazy- everything except her pretty blue eyes and her intoxicating smile.

“KK,” you say, testing the nickname. “That’s cute. I’m Y/N.”

“That’s cute,” she echoes, and the way you can hear the smile on her voice seriously makes you almost fall over.

Thankfully, the bathroom she leads you to is kind of out of the way, it’s completely empty and the door clicks behind the two of you.

Your mood immediately deflates when you see yourself in the mirror, your top noticeably darker where sticky alcohol has sunk into the fabric.

“Fuck,” you mumble, peeling the sticky fabric from your skin.

Before you can even think to do anything, Caroline- KK- is running a random hand towel under the sink and gesturing to you. You expect her to hand it to you- but she doesn’t.

“Okay if I touch you?”

God in Heaven.

“Y-yeah,” you choke out, feeling your world literally recalibrate when she puts her hand on your shoulder- so fucking close to your neck- to keep you steady. You always thought it was the stereotype that basketball players have big hands, but apparently hockey players do too.

Her hand is really warm. This bathroom is suddenly really warm. Your cheeks are heating up, and as much as you try to tell yourself it’s from the alcohol- you know it’s not.

“Sorry,” she mumbles after a few more seconds. “I don’t think this is gonna do much. Maybe try putting it in the wash, though.”

You sigh, now turned sideways, hip to the bathroom sink, looking at yourself out of the corner of your eye.

“It’s fine, my friend… bumped into me, and then I backed up straight into you. Not your fault.”

You look up at her, realizing at this close proximity that she’s taller than you, maybe only an inch.

“I might just go home,” you sigh, feeling kind of disgusting in this nasty shirt.

A frown immediately forms on her face.

“Party’s just started, though. Can’t go home yet, baby.”

She wants you to die. She literally wants you to die. She’s secretly an assassin, and you’ve blocked out the memory of some horrible crime you’ve committed, and now she’s here to kill you by calling you baby and having the sexiest abs you’ve ever seen.

Not a bad way to go, though.

“Here,” she says, reaching up and tugging her jersey over her head, again revealing those fucking abs, and she’s left in a black tank top you didn’t even notice the first time you were staring at her abs. “Take my jersey.”

“Oh, no. I can’t, KK. I mean…”

“I was getting hot anyways, it’s good. Take it.”

It’s nicer quality than any other jersey you’ve ever touched before- nicer than the obligatory Wisconsin sweatshirt you bought at the school store.

You cough, taking it with a hand that shakes slightly, not able to look at her.

“…Thank you,” you say after a moment.

She smiles, big and goofy. “It’s no problem. Maybe you can repay me by having a drink with me, though?”

You pretend to think about it, but really you have to knock your knees together so you don’t fall to the floor in excitement.

“That’s a pretty good price.”

You finally meet her eyes, holding your breath as she stares into your eyes like they’re a lifeline.

“Yeah, a drink with my sexy self- pretty good fuckin’ deal.”

You laugh, and she takes a step back, looking you up and down in a way that literally gives you butterflies-

“I’ll let you change,” she says. “Come find me when you’re done, yeah, baby?”

“I’ll find you,” you breathe, turning around to start slipping off your shirt so she doesn’t see the way you literally bite your lip.

The jersey is huge, since they have to be to cover all the padding and gear hockey players wear, and you’re almost worried that you’d look really stupid in it- but your jean bottoms pull it together, somehow.

It smells good. It smells dark, like a forest, still with a hint of something fresh and light. Is this her perfume? You might want to bathe in it.

You still look pretty good, and your mind races, wondering if KK would compliment you in it- but someone bangs on the bathroom door.

“Y/N?!” Jackie. “Y/N? Holy fucking shit- did I just see what I think I saw?!”

Tyla quickly shouts too. “I got dragged away from a really hot guy for this!! Please tell me it’s true!!!”

You open the door wordlessly, holding your hands out wide so Jackie and Tyla can see the the jersey, the Badgers emblem.

“Ladies, hold your applause.”

“What the fuck!” Tyla screams, forcing you to turn around, then tracing a finger along your back, no doubt where Caroline’s last name is printed on. “Harvey. Fucking Caroline Harvey.”

“God, she’s so hot,” Jackie groans, and you whip around to shoot her a glare. “Calm down, jealous bitch, I mean this is hot. Fuck, does she have any friends? This red is a good color on me…”

“Well,” you smile, mirroring Jackie’s own “evil” smile from earlier, “She said to come find her and get a drink. With her.”

“A drink…” Tyla breathes. “With… fucking Caroline Harvey?”

“Fucking Caroline Harvey.”

“I think I might faint from, like, secondhand hotness.”

“Well,” Jackie starts, looking away from the jersey in awe and back at your face, “You look hot. Go over there right now, get that girl, and make out. Just- right on the couch. Fuck right on the couch.”

“I second that,” Tyla smiles, adjusting the jersey slightly. “Fuck her.”

“Okay, shut up, thanks. We’ll see where the night goes.”

“Oh, my God, I can’t even believe you’re doing this. What happened to my little studious best friend?”

“Alcohol,” you shrug, momentarily wondering if you would regret all of this the next morning- but everything is just so goddamn hazy in this frat house, and you can’t think straight, can’t think about anything other than her.

“Okay, okay,” Tyla says, grabbing your shoulders and staring into your eyes like she’s about to gift you with the greatest wisdom. “You want her to come back?”

You inhale sharply. “Maybe.”

“Okay, well, if this goes good- you gotta leave her before midnight.” She glances at her watch, “It’s 11:06 right now, flirt her and romance her, all that, but leave before midnight, got it?”

“Um… why, though?”

“To keep her guessing, to keep her thinking about you, obviously,” Tyla rolls her eyes. “Trust me girl. We’ll meet you outside at 12 and then take an Uber back, right?”

“Right,” you and Jackie both repeat.

“If you really want her, before midnight, okay?”

“Okay, okay, Tyla. I’ll meet you guys then?”

Jackie pretends to wipe a few tears away. “My girl’s all grown up.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, hugging both of them quickly before disappearing into the crowd of people.

—-

You make your way towards a big couch, some armchairs, and a coffee table filled with liquor.

KK’s eyes light up when she sees you, and you notice there’s a conveniently placed empty seat right next to her, and two cups in her hands.

You don’t think anyone has noticed you wearing her jersey yet, and if someone has commented on KK’s lack of jersey, you can’t tell. You smooth it down, take a deep breath and plaster a smile on your face.

A seductive one, you hope, one like Tyla would do. And with the way she mirrors your smile with her own- except this one is just as big and goofy- you think it’s working.

“Y/N?”

Someone walks past you, then immediately stops and steps back, looking right at you.

“Yeah-?”

Oh.

“Hi, Dylan,” you mutter, smile falling from your face immediately.

“Y/N. I haven’t seen you in… forever, it feels like. How’ya been?”

“I’m fine, Dylan. I’m sorry, I’m meeting somebody, okay?” His face falls, and you feel sort of bad, so you add on “Talk soon,” to make yourself feel better.

“Wait,” he says, grabbing your arm, eyes moving from yours down to your outfit. “The fuck are you wearing? A jersey?”

“…Yes,” you say after a moment, genuinely confused until you remember how much Dylan despises sports, thinks they’re all just some popularity contest. “Okay, I’m meeting someone. Bye, Dylan.”

“Hi,” a new voice says, and you smile just a bit when you realize it’s Caroline. “I’m Caroline,” she says, ever-so politely, and it kinda makes your stomach twist. “Are you a friend of Y/N’s?”

Dylan’s eyes narrow at her. “No, I’m her ex.”

“Oh, my God,” you mumble to yourself, stepping close to Caroline. “Shut up.”

KK shoots you a look, and you can’t help but avoid your eyes. You tug your arm away from Dylan, but he doesn’t budge.

“Dylan, please,” you sigh. “I have to go, okay? Let go.”

“No, Y/N, come on-”

“Uh, I think she said let go, buddy.” She still has that same smile on her face, but your eyes flick to her exposed arms, now noticing just how much muscle is there too. There’s this glint to her smile, this edge to her voice, and you would genuinely be kinda scared if it was directed at you.

“This doesn’t involve you,” Dylan huffs. “Y/N and I need to talk- why the fuck are you going around trying to purposefully piss me off? You know I hate sports.”

“Dylan,” you start, genuinely having to take a deep breath. “We dated for a week in freshman year. Let go of me, stop embarrassing yourself, and stop talking to us.”

He stares at you, before scoffing and letting your arm drop. “You’re such a fucking bitch.”

“Okay,” you sigh. “Thank you, Dylan, goodbye.” You turn around, wondering if KK is even going to be there anymore. “I’m sorry-”

“What the fuck is his problem?” She says, and you genuinely smile at the pure disgust on her face. “Seriously- what?”

“I’m sorry,” you giggle. “It’s just… you’re so, disgusted by him.”

“You aren’t?”

“Well, yeah. But I know him.”

“And I’m sorry for that. I met him once and I never want to meet him again. Weird fucking bitch.”

You laugh again, linking your arm through hers without thinking. “Thanks for trying to defend me, though. I’m sorry- he’s just… an annoying bug that won’t go away, normally he doesn’t talk to me- but I guess he was bored tonight.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry, I think we lost the seats I saved.”

You look towards the couch, now completely filled with hockey players. “It’s okay,” you hum. “We can find somewhere else. Wanna go outside?”

—-

With the hum of the party behind you, and the stream of people walking out and walking in, the little bench on the corner of the porch was shrouded in darkness, and you felt like you were just in your own little corner with KK.

You sipped on the drink she had gotten you, exchanging basic information like what majors you were taking, how many siblings you had, and al that boring stuff before she finally stopped talking and just looked at you for a moment.

“What?” you asked, wiping some of your sip from around your lips.

She smiles. “Nothing. My jersey just looks nice on you.”

“Oh,” you say, stupidly. “Really? I was worried it didn’t get the same vibe as my original fit.”

“No, I would say you look even better.”

You smile, taking another sip for confidence before you place your hand on her arm. “So, tell me about hockey. Maybe workout routines?”

She laughs. “Workout routines?”

You softly squeeze her bicep. “Well, you don’t get these by just sitting around, do you?”

She takes a sip of her drink, trying to slyly cover her face, and you smile even wider.

“No, you don’t.” When she looks back at you, there’s the faintest hint of something on her cheeks, you don’t move your hand, sinking back into that addiction of making her blush. “Mostly lifting weights, cardio, boring things.”

“M’kay, what about actual hockey? I heard you were an Olympian, right?”

She flexes her other arm, and you can see a tattoo made up of the Olympics logo, intertwining rings, on her inner bicep.

“I’m defense, number 4, and I’m basically the star of the team.”

“Really?” You laugh, pressing your thigh against hers. “Would your other teammates agree with that?”

“Ehhh, maybe don’t ask them so you stay all impressed.”

You smile, and suddenly you realize you’ve been smiling all night ever since you started talking to her. And it feels so good to smile with her, it feels so good to be all giddy, and even when Dylan was bothering you it felt good knowing she was right behind you. And it felt even better when you turned around and she was still behind you.

“Can I have your number?” You blurt out.

“Course, baby.”

You hand her your phone, feeling like a damn middle schooler with a raging crush, and she hands you hers.

You make your contact name Jersey Stealer and she laughs when she sees it, and that sound might be your favorite thing about her- second only to her abs.

You can feel the night coming to the end, but it’s a good end, a comfortable one, and there’s definitely doors unopened and words unsaid. It feels like a really sweet beginning to something really beautiful.

You check your phone, smiling at the contact name of Hockey Star and seeing the time is 11:58.

“My friends are waiting for me,” you say, almost with a grimace. The night is coming to an end but you still don’t want it to end. And like clockwork, you watch as Jackie and Tyla walk out of the party arm in arm- sneaking subtle glances all the way to the end of the driveway, eventually disappearing out of sight behind a tree.

“Oh,” she says. “No problem.”

She sounds disappointed. It makes your stomach twist yet again, to know she doesn’t want this to end as much as you do.

You both stand up and walk to the edge of the porch, down the steps and onto the concrete walkway to the driveway. Somewhere along the way, your hand had slipped into yours.

You stop where concrete meets driveway, turning around to face her. She tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, and you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the feeling of her skin on yours. It feels like an electric rush, like an addictive high.

“I’m really glad I give you a concussion.”

You laugh. “I’m glad you didn’t either.”

She looks from your lips back to your eyes, and you’re suddenly reminded that, yes, kissing exists- and you suddenly want to kiss her. Badly.

Fuck.

“Okay, well, I’ll let you go.”

You softly place your hand on her face. You lean forward, placing your lips in a grey area between her cheek and her lips.

“Goodnight, Caroline,” you whisper, an inch away from her skin.

Suddenly she surges forward, lips fully pressing against yours, hand on your waist, and God does the feeling of her lips on yours feel so good, so right.

Oh, God. She’s succeeded in killing you, you think to yourself- everything fading out for a moment before it all comes rushing back in. The sounds of the party, the chill of the nighttime air, and the sweet sweet feeling of Caroline’s lips on yours.

You don’t think your lips will ever recover from this feeling, from the weight of her lips on yours- you’ll always be chasing this feeling, this moment.

Tyla’s words flash in your mind. You revel in this moment for a heartbeat longer until, just as quick as she kissed you, you pull back.

“Didn’t know you were the type to kiss girls on the first date, Harvey. How scandalous.”

She seems disappointed you pulled away. You can see it in her pretty blue eyes- it makes you feel like you’re on top of the world.

“Are you really just any girl?”

“Nope,” you smile, silently thanking Tyla and every star in the sky- you can see it in her eyes, the way she wants to kiss you senseless, and if the game didn’t feel so good you would have let her.

And the way she’s looking at you, slightly blown away, completely in awe, lips parted but curling into a smile- it gives you an addictive rush.

“Text me when you want your jersey back.”

You take a step back, softly prying her hand off of your waist, but holding onto it for a moment.

“Oh, no, you can wear that to my next game.”

“Really?” You smile, fingertips grazing the back of her knuckles as she tries to hold onto you, but you eventually let go. “You’ll save me a good seat?”

“The best seat,” she corrects. “For the best girl.”

This time, you don’t bother to try and hide the way she makes you feel. You clench your thighs together and let your tongue dart out to slightly lick your lips.

“I’ll be there. You better win, though.” You turn around, then look over your shoulder to see her eyes fall down to your ass.

“With a pretty good luck charm like you? I’ll probably score the winning goal.”

“Bye, Caroline,” you say over your shoulder, smiling so brightly you’re sure you look all lovesick. You can’t care, it’s just how you feel for her. Maybe you should be embarrassed, the way she makes you feel kinda like silly putty in her hands, but it feels so good. So right.

“Bye, Y/N.” Her voice is breathy.

And when you check your phone, you see it’s after midnight. So much for Tyla’s advice.

But, you think to yourself, shoes clicking on concrete and KK’s gaze on your back, you kissed her after midnight- maybe all the good things just happen after midnight.

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laila when kk hit her for saying the taking girls down on and off the ice thing: 😞😞😞💔💔💔💔💔

y/n also being happy that she left kk AFTER midnight bc she doesn’t just want her she actually likes her

jackie and tyla wingwoman supremes i love them sm

dylan you are annoying i wish you suffering

[g4yforethan]

urge!!!

pairing: art donaldson x male!reader

summary: after an intense workout, a trip in the sauna leaves reader and art alone and enchanted by each other

warnings: cursing, smut, top!art, bottom!reader

a/n: it's been sooo long since i've done this so my apologizes for any typos or shit like that lol

the sun was hitting your skin as sweat dripped down your face and neck. you had been training for hours with art who wouldn't stop until you had beat him in a round of tennis. "come on y/n! you can do it!" he said as he served the ball and hit it towards you. you tried and tried until you basically collapsed to the floor of fatigue and weakness. art came running over with a towel and water. "there there y/n. it's okay i'm here. sorry for overdoing you but i just feel like you have so much potential i gotta work it out of you." yeah or you could fuck it out of me. a thought that entered and quickly exited your head. you got up and sat down in the shade. "i know you mean well art but i just feel so tired and overwhelmed by today. i'm throwing in the fucking towel." art laughed and sat down next to you. "yeah that's fine y/n. we all need our rest every now and then. hey how about we head into the sauna to relax and just clear our heads huh? that'll make you feel better?" he said as he massaged your back.

you nodded your head as the two of you walked towards the sauna. you turned away to remove your clothes but turned the other way to look at art as he took off his clothes and reveal his long and thick cock and muscular ass. you turned back out of respect and guilt and took a towel and put it around your waist. you entered the sauna and sat next to art who laid his head back and had his eyes closed. "hey art are you asleep?" you put your hand on his shoulder. he put his hand on yours and opened his eyes locking his with yours. "no i'm just resting my eyes. why what's up?" he replied. "oh nothing i just. i just wanted to say thank you for everything and for sticking by me. i know i can be a handful." the two of you laughed as you got closer to each other. "yeah of course y/n. you're special. something in you. the drive, strength, the talent. you have it all. just stay with me and i can make you so much better." the tension was strong. the room thickened with steam as hot water dripped down your face. you looked at art with desire and so did he. you got closer and grabbed his face and locked lips with him.

you moaned as his tongue entered your mouth and the both of you struggled to catch a breath. you opened your eyes and felt embarrassed by your actions. "im sorry. i shouldn't have done that. it was- it was wrong i'll go-" you were interrupted by art as he grabbed your body and put you on his lap. "art what the fuck are you doing?" you were shocked by him. "y/n i've always wanted a moment like this. just us two. together. showing how much we want each other. that's all." he said as he reached his hands down and massaged your ass. you began kissing him again and removed your towel and started grinding on his crotch. he moaned and removed his towel as well. "fuck. can i put in?" he asked as you nodded your head. he slowly entered your hole as you softly began to ride him. his cock was thick and filled you perfectly. you placed your hands around his shoulders as he gripped your waist and ass bouncing you up and down.

"fuck yeah y/n. your hole feels so fucking good." art said as he rammed his dick inside you. "fuck. fuck me just like that art." he fucked you like he has been waiting to for years. you suggested a new position and art was eager for what you had in mind. you laid on your back and lifted your legs art quickly re-entered you. you felt his dick stimulate your g-spot as the sensation overfilled your body. your rolled your eyes back as art placed his hand on your neck. "fuck your face looks so hot while i fuck you." art said. as he fucked you, he sucked on your cock to pleasure you more. "ugh fuck fuck art im gonna cum." he smiled as he continued sucking your dick. you gripped his ass as he continued pounding your hole. you came in his mouth as he came in your hole. the session left the both of you out of breath as you both laid on the floor. "haha so did i teach you anything today?" art said as he smiled at you. "yeah you taught me how to give someone the best orgasm ever." you both laughed as you kissed his lips. "well then i'm proud you learned something at least."

[wyldthots]

Mommy's Day Off Pt. 2

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/wyldthots/761095102467833856/mommys-day-off?source=share

This picks up directly after Part 1. It will make more sense, but you don't have to read that one for this to make sense. Nothing but porn. Minors do not interact. TW: incest, mommy x daughter, strap-on, drugging, weed intox, baby girl doesn't know she's been fed drugs.

After the candy mommy gave me, time stretched in a funny way. For all I know, mine and mommy's day could have already come to a close. I was quite the view, I'm sure. My eyes were clouded and unfocused, my breathing labored, and my swollen pussy was still spread wide and on display for my Mommy.

"You did so good, baby." Mommy grabbed under my knees and pushed them out and down. A shocked gasp left me when a glob of spit landed on my clit and she roughly rubbed it in. Mommy scoffed at my reaction. "You know, they say that weed either makes you hungry or horny. I guess we know which you are, slutty girl. I think another edible will do you good..." Her words don't process in my brain. I'm too focused on my throbbing pussy. She feeds me another weird-tasting candy but I swallow it to make mommy happy. I love it when she's happy with me...

My head is so floaty and my eyes can't stay open... Ugh, my little pussy feels so good with the little circles I keep tracing on my clit. But my hands are on the couch by my side? My eyes slowly shift to my core still spread wide. It's Mommy. My eyes travel up from her fingers rubbing my pussy to her other hand stroking a strapon. Mommy sticks her slick-covered fingers in her mouth and moans at my taste.

"Oh, mommy isn't done yet..." She starts dragging her cock through my messy folds. "Baby, have you ever had anyone inside of you? Other than mommy's fingers..." She slides 2 fingers inside and massages my pussy wall. My mouth drops open and my head falls back as I moan loudly. Mommy laughs at my reaction. "I didn't think so, but don't worry. Mommy's gonna be so, so nice to her baby."

I blink my eyes but they struggle to open again. When they do, I am face to face with her big blue cock. She smiles as she guides it into my mouth. I have never done anything like this, but if it will make mommy happy, I'll do it. I shove her cock in as far as it'll go but I gag and have to pull myself off quickly. I look up at mommy with tears in my eyes, hoping that she won't be mad at me for messing up.

"You're okay, baby. Try again. Take it slow. You make mommy so proud." I grab her cock with one hand while the other moves up her body to cup one of her titties. I moan as I slowly bob back and forth on her cock. Mommy's fingers thread in my hair and tighten. Then she yanks me forward by my hair so that I choke on her fat cock before she pulls her hips back and thrusts again. I choke and gag on my mommy's fat cock until she finally throws me off. I land roughly against the couch but Mommy moves faster than I can think. She grabs under my thighs and yanks my body forward so my ass is hanging off the couch.

"Time for round two. That second candy should be kicking in aaaaannnyyyy second now..." Mommy whispers in my ear before tweaking one of my nipples and sucking on the other before she swapped sides. "Time for me to fuck your pretty pussy. Mommy is going to pop that cherry of yours." She pulls away while she lines her cock up with my dripping hole. "Big breath, love. And out."

She waited for me to follow her direction before gliding her cock into me and stretching my pussy. I thought she would stop and let me get used to her size. That's what they do in all of the stories I read... Not my mommy, though. She didn't stop until her hips rested against the backs of mine. My pussy was spasming and clamping on the large intrusion inside of me. Mommy smiles and pushes on the bulge in my tummy. I moan out and grab at her face to kiss my mommy. I just needed to be close to her.

"Baby, Mommy is so close to you. Do you need closer?" I didn't know I had said anything out loud but I nodded through my teary eyes. Mommy shoved herself deeper into my sopping pussy before sloppily kissing me. She didn't hold back while she pistoned into me. Every thrust forced a yelp out of me. Time was still stretching weirdly, but the next thing I knew I was bouncing on mommy's lap. Mommy fucked up into me while I ground my pussy down and my ass clapped against her thighs. I pull mommy's mouth from my nipple with a pop and I shove my tongue down her throat. I can't remember if this is happening or if this is the best dream I have ever had... My pussy clenches down on Mommy's hard, thick cock while I have the most intense orgasm ever. I collapse on top of Mommy but I can feel her thrust up into me, forcing me to ride her through my orgasm.

"Damn, baby. Look at how messy and puffy your baby cunnie is." Mommy cooed to me as she pulled out of my gaping cunt. "Fuck, this is so hot. Those pot gummies really hit you hard and fast. It's not even noon yet. We are just getting started, baby. Now Mommy needs to teach you how to return the favor..." I can't even open my eyes, but I can feel Mommy lapping at my pussy again.

"Messy girl. Mommy will clean you up while you catch your breath."

[honeylations]

KIM MINJEONG x FEM!READER

Prompt: your usually shy girlfriend wants to ask you to help her but your bad mood scares her off

Warnings/Notes: g!p Minjeong, subby Minjeong, riding, squirting, creampie, handjobs, blow jobs

“H-Hah I’m s-so close…N-Need to cum..” Minjeong growled, stroking her cock faster and shutting her eyes tight when she could feel herself going to the edge.

She wished you were there stroking her instead. Kissing her until she made a mess on your hand.

She needed you.

“Oh my god just fucking kill me, will you!?”

“Wah!” Poor Minjeong jumped from the couch at your sudden dramatic entrance and how the slamming of the door pretty much shook the entire apartment.

You were too pent up with your rant that you didn’t see your girlfriend rushing to pull up her boxers and pants with a red face.

“What’s with the manager being up my ass all the fucking time?! I’m only one person and it’s not my fault other people in my damn group don’t even make up one brain cell! NOT EVEN ONE!”

Minjeong stood in between the gap that separated the living room and kitchen, watching you slam your purse on the counter and pacing back and forth.

Profanity after profanity left your lips and Minjeong could see the steam coming from your ears. Your girlfriend fiddled with the sleeves of her hoodie and cleared her throat to try and get your attention.

“H-Hi babe”

“Ugh and I don’t even get paid extra for doing most of that shitty work! I might as well quit on the spot and see him cry!”

Minjeong sealed her lips and couldn’t ignore the pain in her dick, begging to be touched.

You finished your rant with a click of your tongue and saw your girlfriend standing there in fear. “Shit, I’m sorry Jeongie. I didn’t mean to scream around like that, I’m just really over my shift today”

“It’s okay, babe. Wanna sit down and talk about it?”

Aw your baby was such a sweetheart.

“No no, we can do that later. I think a nap will fix it all”

Minjeong smiled and took your hand to lead you to your shared bedroom. Being in a relationship for so long, you two always slept half naked. You being in your panties and Jeongie in her boxers.

Something about the skin to skin contact was just so comforting.

Only issue is, Minjeong’s boner was still rock hard and you managed to miss it even when you finally got under the covers with her.

But your girlfriend wouldn’t let you cuddle.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You questioned, making her even more nervous.

“Uh it’s nothing, really..”

“Puppy, whatever it is, spill it right now” You practically ordered, eyebrow twitching.

Minjeong huffed. “ihaveabonerandineedyoutohelpmecum”

“Huh?”

Minjeong spun on her other side away from you and hugged the blanket over her head. “Haha nothing never mind! time to sleep goodnight I love you!”

Ripping the covers off your girlfriend, you made her lie on her back while you sat on her stomach. “Stop shying away pup. Tell me what you want”

“I’m gonna go get a drink of water—WAH!” Minjeong yelped at her wrists being pinned on each side of her head.

“Say it”

Your girlfriend’s pout almost made you fold but you clenched your jaw to not give in so easily.

“M-My dick is…uh very hard..”

“Uh huh…”

“A-And I n-need you to help me..cum”

You kissed her lips and smiled. “Now was that so hard?”

“Well yes! You stormed into the apartment like a mad woman!”

Now it was your turn to pout and huff. “I said I was sorry!”

Your girlfriend looked away. “You seemed really tired too so I didn’t want to bother—“

Kiss

Minjeong went redder at your sudden move. “H-Hey!”

“Don’t you ever believe you’d bother me, okay pup?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Good. Now let me suck your dick”

Minjeong couldn’t even answer since you already yanked her pants and boxers off to start playing with her dick. She watched you with parted lips, panting at the sight of your small hands working itself up and down.

“You alright there, puppy?” You smiled into her neck as her head hung back in pleasure.

“Better than alright”

You kissed her slowly and got your tongue exploring Minjeong’s mouth which she moaned into. She would pause for a moment to watch you jerk her off faster, losing the strength to keep her eyes open.

“C-Can you please suck me off, baby? Pretty please” she whimpered while looking so deep into your eyes, you were able to see Minjeong well up tears.

“Of course, my love”

You lowered your head down and quickly sucked at your girlfriend’s leaking tip before taking her entirely inside. Her hands found comfort on your head that began to move, being one of the lucky people to not have a gag reflex.

You were able to deepthroat her so easily without a problem and Minjeong was in heaven every single time.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, Y/n-ie”

The vibration from your hum triggered your girlfriend’s hips to thrust, shocking her immediately. “N-No I’m sorry! A-Are you okay?”

Keeping her cock deep inside your throat, you gently caressed her hands on your head and she took it as the green light to do as she pleases.

Minjeong relaxes more and resumed her hip movement, tucking your hair behind your ears as she hissed out profanities.

“So so fucking good, Y/n-ie. I want to cum in your mouth. Can I pretty please?”

Another approved hum from you, and your girlfriend reacted with a punched out groan at the same time she fills your mouth with cum.

“Hah…so good…”

You sat up with pride after swallowing your personal favourite liquid snack, cleaning your mouth with a simple swipe from the back of your hand. Minjeong was still catching her breath when you hovered above her lap and held her still hard length at your soaked folds.

Minjeong doesn’t even remember seeing you remove your clothes because now here you were bouncing on her cock with your plush tits in her view. She kissed the flower tattoos across your collarbones before resting her lips on your right nipple, sucking gently as her hands held your hips.

She could almost touch the tips of her fingers together from how small your waist was, her middle fingers resting on your back dimples perfectly.

“Hah fuck! My Minjeongie is so good for letting me use her cock hm?” You managed to word out despite constantly impaling yourself onto her thick and long cock.

Minjeong nodded cutely and almost choked on her saliva when your cunt seemed to tighten around her more. “U-Use me all you want, Y/n-ie”

“Fuck, feels so fucking good, Jeongie! I’m so close, help me cum baby”

Your girlfriend didn’t need to be told twice. She planted her feet on the bed and wrapped you in her arms like a bear before destroying your pussy with repeatedly hard thrusts.

The bed was constantly being driven into the wall from how fast your girlfriend was going but who were you to complain? Her cock was kissing your cervix deliciously and you immediately became mush in Minjeong’s hands, crying and moaning into her neck to the point you even started to drool.

“Oh god yes yes yes that’s it, puppy! Gonna make me cum all over your big hard cock hm?”

Minjeong painted your neck with hickies. “Mhm want to make Y/n-ie cum!”

“Fuck you’re so good to me pup. Give me all of your cum okay? Want you to fill me until my pussy aches. Can you do that?”

Minjeong’s eyes rolled back at your words. “Hah..I’m cumming!”

“That’s it, baby! Fuck I’m gonna squirt!” You bit onto your girlfriend’s broad shoulder and shook in her arms as you sprayed clear liquid all over her cock, pelvis and even the sheets.

Minjeong continued thrusting until she emptied her balls inside your drenched cunt. “Holy shit…”

You pulled your ass up slowly as Minjeong’s cock fell limp and watched thick globs of semen rain from your pussy, moaning at the sight.

After taking a quick taste of her cum, you took the covers that you pushed off earlier and hugged it over you and Minjeong’s bodies, comfortably laying on top of your girlfriend.

Minjeong brushed your hair and was about to ask how you were until she heard slight snoring. You were knocked out quick. Smiling at the sight, your girlfriend sweetly kissed your head and fell asleep with you, reminding herself to give you a good shower once you woke up.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU part 5

part 1 | part 4

“…Henderson? Oh, holy shit, Henderson!!”

Eddie sounds like a kid on Christmas morning as he comes bounding across the street, movements like a great dane tripping over gangly limbs. He barrels into Dustin and tackles him in a great big hug, swings him off the ground in a circle and puts him back down so they can do some elaborate handshake with slaps and switchbacks and an ending tap-tap of their ankle bones.

What the fuck?

Steve watches this whole thing go down with his hands on his hips and his face doing something horribly sour because seriously what the actual fuck? Stupid handshakes with Henderson are his thing.

“What are you doing here, man?” Munson asks Dustin with a jovial pat on the back. Dustin’s squeezing him around the middle, tucked into his side like a little kid hugging a giant teddy bear, face just lit the fuck up with excitement over this. Steve feels his nostrils flare in a brief flash of petty rage.

“Steve!” he shouts happily. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re neighbors with Eddie?”

Eddie’s face falls when he looks up and sees Steve. Feeling’s mutual, dickwad.

“You’re here to see Harrington?” He asks in a voice like flat soda, all the earlier enthusiasm sucked out into the void. He takes a tiny step away from Dustin — just the smallest bit of distance, a subtle lightening of his touch against his shoulder — but Steve doesn’t miss the flicker of hurt that passes between Dustin’s brows. As if he needed another reason to hate this guy.

“Uh, yeah?” Dustin asks, confusion coloring his tone. “He’s my brother.”

“He’s your what?”

Steve’s chest swells with pride. “He said I’m his brother.”

“Not my blood brother,” Dustin clarifies, and Eddie makes a little noise. “But yeah. He’s fucking awesome. And you’re fucking awesome—”

“Language?” Steve tries for Claudia’s sake, but Dustin’s on a roll now, getting louder and more exuberant as he starts talking with his hands.

“—And oh, holy shit, this is the best! Wait ‘til I tell Mike and Lucas about this. With you guys living so close, we can hang out all the time! And we won’t even have to make two bike rides!”

Dustin leans in to squeeze Eddie in another hug, so stoked he’s bouncing on his toes a little (so stoked he doesn’t even bother to ask Eddie if it’s cool if the whole party shows up at his door, but that’s Dusty for you). His face is turned into the front of Eddie’s shirt, and over the top of his baseball cap Eddie gives Steve this look that Steve’s pretty sure he returns. Serious. Somber. Resigned. A fucking gallows stare, because…

Because fuck. Fucking- goddammit.

They’re gonna have to pretend to tolerate each other now. For Dustin.

Steve’s left eye starts to twitch.

—

“Are you selling him drugs?”

“Excuse the fuck outta you??”

Okay. Yeah. Bad start. Backtrack. Steve knows this is not the right way to approach a conversation, especially not when it’s Saturday night and you just interrupted your neighbor’s house party to be an accusatory dick to him. The Munson trailer door is wide open behind Eddie, and Steve can see a couple guys he vaguely recognizes from school sitting in the living room — a chubby white dude, a nerdy black guy, and a baby-faced kid with a scowl to rival Mike’s. They’re eating pizza and smoking cigarettes and sipping some cheap-ass brand of beer, and Steve is clearly interrupting.

“Sorry,” he tries again.

“Wow,” Eddie smirks. “Didn’t know you knew that word.”

“Shut up, man- just— ugh.” He takes a deep breath, wills himself to stop rolling his eyes at the guy he needs to ask a favor. “I’m sorry, okay? Can I just talk to you for a second?”

Eddie considers him for a moment; chin tilted up, lips pursed; and then he steps onto the porch and shuts the door behind him. “I’m listening,” he murmurs around a fresh cigarette, hand cupped around the end to light it.

He holds the pack out to Steve. “You want one?”

“Do I- what?”

Eddie shakes the box for emphasis. “Do you want one?”

“No, I heard you, I just…” The weird ceasefire between them is tripping him the hell up. He doesn’t think it’ll go too well if he says that out loud, though. “…Yeah. Fuck it. Thanks.”

“Sure.”

They smoke in silence for a moment, shoulder to shoulder, looking out into the dark of the woods that kind of freak Steve out if he lets himself look too long. Something about the branches like long, spindly fingers in the dark; like jittering spider legs; like a Mindflayer made of—

“You wanted to ask me something?”

Steve rubs his brow with his thumb, lets the panic out on a slow breath. “Yeah, I just… Look, I’m not trying to— I mean, I shouldn’t accuse you of anything, man. I just spent the afternoon getting myself all worked up thinking about it after he left, and- and Claudia needs me to look out for the kid, so—”

“Who the hell is Claudia?”

Steve tilts his head at him. “Dustin’s mom?”

“Oh.”

“I thought you two were close.”

Eddie shakes his head, curls bouncing around his shoulders, “Nah, man, not yet really. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the little guy’s cool and all — smart as shit, too—”

“Isn’t he?”

“Fucking genius. He’s gonna cure cancer or some shit, I swear.”

Steve catches himself smiling; hides it behind another quick puff of smoke.

“Anyway,” Eddie says, “I don’t really, like, know the dude. We just met because I run Hellfire.”

Oh. “The DnD club?” No wonder Dusty’s obsessed.

Eddie shoots him a look, a quick blink of pleasant surprise. “Yeah, exactly.”

“Cool. He loves that game.” Steve pulls in more smoke, takes his time on the exhale; lets the nicotine buzz swim in his veins. He forgot how nice it feels. “So yeah, Claudia— his mom—asked me to look out for him, y’know? And I just, I know you used to supply the weed for my house parties and shit— and it was good quality shit and all but I don’t—”

“Hold on,” Eddie says, snorting a little in disbelief. “You think I’m gonna sell weed to Dustin?”

Huh. “You wouldn’t?”

“Hell no! One, he’s way too young; that shit’s, like, bad for young minds or something, allegedly.”

Steve frowns to himself, thinking back to him and Tommy smoking weed in Tommy’s basement in middle school; the brain damage they probably gave themselves doing it. Whoops.

“Secondly, can he even smoke? I thought he was sick or something.”

“What? Why would you think he’s sick?” Oh, shit, is he sick? Does Steve not know about it because he missed all those family dinners?

“Dude, take a breath.” Eddie waves a dismissive hand, wafting smoke in pretty tendrils under the trailer’s flood light. “I just meant, like, chronically. ‘Cause of his bones and shit?”

“Oh,” Steve breathes, relieved. “Oh, yeah, no, he’s fine, he’s just like missing collarbones and stuff; he can bend like Gumby.”

Eddie laughs at that, dimple popping out, and Steve can’t help but laugh a little, too, remembering the last time he told someone that. “Don’t tell him I said that, though, he’ll get pissed.”

“Scout’s honor,” Eddie salutes.

“You a boy scout, Munson?”

“Nah, Harrington. Just figured you were.” His eyes are bright and playful, sort of magnetic as he drops the last of his cigarette and stubs it out with the toe of his boot. “Anyway, I gotta get back to the boys. You wanna stick around for a beer, or are you satisfied with my answer, Nanny Steve?”

“Okay, do not fuckin’ call me that,” Steve laughs, sharp and short. Tries to season the words with a glare, but Eddie’s face is too impish and pleased to hold on to any real anger. “And I appreciate the offer, but I think your friends would try to kill me.”

“Mm, yeah,” Eddie agrees, wiggling his fingers as he waves a hand to gesture at the whole of Steve. “Gareth is not exactly a fan of your kind.”

Aaand he’s pissed again. Jesus Christ. “My kind?”

“Yeah. Jocks? Rich assholes?” His lips tip up in a crooked smirk, “Or, well—”

“Don’t.”

Steve’s just done with his stupid jokes suddenly, and Eddie must hear how much he means it because he raises his palms in surrender and steps back. Always stepping back and away, this guy. Fucking coward.

Steve doesn’t know why he reacts like this, but the shame is turning to fiery fury in his gut, curdling his blood like sour milk, pricking hot at his lash line. Damn it; he’s not about to let Eddie Munson of all people see him cry.

He scoffs at himself, shoves his hands into his pockets. “Whatever, man,” he sniffs as he turns his back on him, “Enjoy your party. Screw you.”

—

The most pathetic part, Steve thinks to himself as he writhes and twists in his tangled, sweaty sheets; 2am and he’s up again after a nightmare because of fucking course he is; is that somewhere between the insomnia and guilt over the way their conversation imploded earlier, his staring-blindly-at-the-ceiling-until-his-eyeballs-start-to-burn morphs into, like, daydreaming about how it could have gone.

He keeps repeating the scene in his mind, rewinding the tape to let it play out in richer detail.

It goes like this:

1. Eddie comes over.

2. Eddie comes over and apologizes.

3. Eddie comes over in the middle of the night to apologize because he’s so, so sorry that he just can’t wait until morning, even though it wasn’t really his fault; no, Steve’s the sorry one; no, Eddie is; no, they’ll both agree to do better, for the kids.

4. It’s two in the morning, after the cars are all gone and the party’s died down, and Eddie comes quietly across the yard; taps gently on Steve’s window so he doesn’t wake his mom.

Steve leans out and snaps, “What?” because he’s still a little pissed, and Eddie makes big, contrite eyes and plays with his own hands; fingers dancing in nervous circles; spinning rings.

“Listen, I, uh—” Eddie begins, “I might have… Shit, man, I might’ve been a bit of a massive dick earlier, and seeing as we have to play nice on account of the kiddos, I— do you- I mean— come have another smoke with me? Please.”

Please.

Please.

Please.

It’s a pleasant dream. Steve rewinds again, lets it play out in his head for a few more loops. Falls asleep just as he’s getting the dialogue right.

When he wakes up, Munson’s van is gone.

They don’t talk again for weeks.

—

part 6

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[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

Tiny Brainrot about Argentie.

He is your devoted knight. He will do everything to protect you and satisfy your needs. Even if those needs end up with your hungry p*ssy eating his c*ck.

To the unaware public, Argenti indeed plays the part of your devoted knight oh-so-well. Wherever you are, he's bound to be within close proximity, always keeping a watchful eye over you and a hand on his sword at the slightest hint of trouble. He escorts you everywhere, even when you insist that you'll be fine all by yourself—Argenti is surprisingly stubborn when he wants to be. Like the devoted knight he is, he will present you with the most beautiful rose he could find, tucking it behind your ear as he murmurs the most beautiful of words to you. If he's feeling up to it, he may even bring your knuckles to his lips for a gentle peck. Whatever you may need, he is quick in quenching that need as soon as possible. Even if the two of you are an unlikely pair, it's undeniable that the strange chemistry is what ultimately keeps the two of you so close. In more ways than one.

Argenti, as your sweet devoted knight, was indeed very willing to satisfy your needs. He just hadn't anticipated that your needs would wind up with him getting sucked dry by your mouth in some back alley like some pervert. And from there, it didn't take long for you and him to wind up fucking like animals in heat, moaning and gasping as you clung onto each other. Now it's like routine, with you dragging Argenti off to some unoccupied corner, grinding down on his cock, and milking it for its worth. His cock just hits all the right places, rubbing right up against your g-spot and stretching you nicely. and if you pushed him deep enough, the tip would even bump up against your cervix♡ Your pussy has molded into his cock's shape by now, how could you possibly be satisfied by anyone else but him? Not that you want anyone else, Argenti's the only man you'd ever have eyes for♡

"My lady—please, ngh, please slow down," Argenti clenches his eyes shut tight, choking out a groan as you grind your hips down into his pelvis. He has to take a moment, hands squeezing your supple ass to steady himself amidst your frantic movements. Your pussy is devouring his cock hungrily, massaging and assaulting it from all sides without any mercy, desperate to be filled with his seed. You just can't get enough of his dick, it's just so good..!♡ "If you move so hastily, we, we will be discovered..." "So? Let 'em find us. Then they can know who's fuckin' me so good♡" It's true! There'd be no way to dispute your relationship if people knew that Argenti was sloppily fucking his beloved lady and was loving every second of it. "They'll even hear me moaning your name too♡" "You..." he looks exasperated at your provocative statement, no doubt about to scold you again for your behavior. Ugh, why can't he get rid of that stupid noble mindset for a minute and just admit that he loves it when you admit to being such a cockslut for him! So as payback, you clench up your walls real tight, and Argenti moans oh so beautifully. "Hehe, you gonna cum? Good♡ Make sure to cum inside, that way everyone knows that my pussy belongs to you♡"

[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - This chapter-rough sex, pregnancy kink, oral fem and male recieving, excessive mentions of cum, Toji is a freaky ass mf, spanking, more freaky shit, that's what this fic rly is.

ꕥ Word Count-this chap- 6.6k

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.

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Chapter 11

“I’m on the shot! How!?” You are panicking, your heart racing in your chest as you stare at the two lines on the test Toji ran to get. How can this be real, how can you not have noticed…

“Holy shit.” He huffs, still playing with your tits, and you scowl, smacking at his big hands then. “Sorry, doll… they’re so great for stress.”

“Toji, this is serious.”

“I’m dead ass serious.” Toji brushes your hair back gently, and your eyes flutter shut for a moment at how good it feels. “From when do you think, doll? The hotel? Or… was it on Spring break… because that’d make you…”

“Fuck, that would be three months, no way. Shit. I sometimes don’t get a period on the shot for months, and with all the stress of everything I didn’t notice, so I am not sure. Ugh.”

“So I fuck through birth control?” He smirks as he talks, making you even angrier, your blood pressure rising.

“This isn’t funny. Did they even have birth control when Megumi was born, old man?”

He glares at you now, his eyes dark in the bathroom, jaw locking. “Doll you’re really acting like we didn’t have birth control in the early 2000's?”

“I figured you were born in the fifties, so-”

“That’s it.” Toji lifts you up by your arms, turning you to face the mirror, pushing you over the sink. “Imma beat your ass again.”

“You can’t, I’m pregnant!” You giggle then, however, grabbing a toothbrush and toothpaste, catching his eyes and grin in the mirror. “You’re so cocky, you are happy you did this shit.”

“Damn right I am.” He wraps an arm around your waist, hand pressing your tummy gently, and you suck in a breath, seeing him so big behind you, around you, as he rests a chin on your shoulder. “I told ya I wanted to put a baby in ya. Gonna be so sexy when you’re all round.”

“No, I’ll look so gross, ugh!” You brush your teeth viciously, rinsing then, drying your mouth with the back of your hand to turn and face him, back pressed against the counter. “Babe, this is insane. Should we do this?”

He cups your face then, bending low and holding you so close. “It’s up to you, doll, but fuck… I hope you want to. I really do.” He’s choked up then, that rare emotion filling his eyes, making his voice gruff.

“Oh, Toji…” You cup his face gently then, as both of your hearts are pounding in your chests.

“I know I fucked up with Megumi…”

“Don’t…”

“No, listen to me.” He presses his forehead against yours, as his big hands splay your body, gripping so tight like he never wants to let go. “I know I wasn’t shit for the kid back then. I know it, don’t defend it because you love me.”

“You were a baby, Toji. Younger than me!” You feel emotions hit hard, stuck in your throat as he pulls back a bit with a sharp intake of his breath, and you see his dark green eyes watery, breaking your damn heart.

“It’s no excuse for not being around. I am lucky he wanted a relationship when he got older, but I fucking swear to you, if I get another chance to be a dad, I’ll do it right. I’ll do right by both of you, I promise I will, doll.” Your tears are streaming down your cheeks at his hoarse confession, you feel his hands trembling, and you swipe away two errant little tears.

Toji Fushiguro is strong, he’s rough and brazen, he’s so tough and such a big man, he holds so much in. With nasty humor, with quips, making shit a joke, but now he’s looking at you with such devotion, as he holds you so close, your tummy pressed against his. Your toothpaste on your breath is mingling with the coffee on his as you both press so close, gazing at each other.

You know then, that you want this, that you want to have his baby, fuck it’s insane and you’ll be like twenty two and and a momma… yet, you want it with every fiber of your being. As you see this care, this love, this hope, as you feel his hand gently atop your flat tummy, as you both picture it round, as you picture a life with him.

“I know I am not the most… sweet man.” You giggle through your tears, but he’s still very serious. “But I swear to you this, a little girl or boy, I’ll be the best dad I can be, I’ll do everything to take care of you all, I’ll make sure of it. If I get a chance to have a beautiful little girl, who looks like you, or a little shithead boy like me.”

“Oh… fuck.” You’re sobbing now, you can’t help it, not when you hear the desperation in his voice, when you feel his lips on your forehead, so oddly sweet and so different. You feel his love and need radiating as you cling to his bare arms, feeling his entire body tense.

“I can’t ask you to do this if you don’t want, and I’ll love you no matter your decision, but fuck… I can’t lie. I want so bad to have babies with you, to make a family, to do this shit right. Please, Doll, give me a shot?” He finishes then, hand brushing back your hair gently, and you smile tremulously up at him.

“Of course I want this baby. There’s no question, none at all. It’s insane, and my dad will kill you, Megumi will also kill you… people will say shit. But I don’t care, not one bit, because I want this.” You put a shaky little hand over his big one, and watch him break down then, slamming his lips on yours, as your saliva mixes with both of your tears that fall.

“I love you so fuckin’ much doll.” He pulls back to whisper, his handsome face in a big grin now, and you can’t stop your smile. “I’ve never been more happy in my stupid, worthless fuckin’ life.”

“It’s not worthless, you’re not worthless Toji.”

“I was, doll. But I won’t be, not this time, I swear I’ll do everything right. I may fuck some shit up at times, but-”

“Stop that.” He pauses, taking a breath now. “I know you’ll be a good father, I know you’ll take care of me. I believe in you.”

Toji looks away, covering his face then. “You little brat, always making me cry like a lil bitch.”

You smile, damn near choking on emotion, turning his face back to you, your thumb brushes on that scar you love so much. “I’m gonna be a mommy, do you think I’ll be a good one? I don’t even know! I’m so nervous.”

He picks you up in his arms with ease, sitting you on the cold marble counter of the sink then, bending down and sliding your shirt up, kissing your tummy. Your sobs just get more intense at the beauty of the moment, as your hands run through his black silky hair.

“I know you’ll be the best, look how deeply you love an idiot like me.” He kisses your tummy again and again, big hands taking over your thighs, making you tremble, as you pull him back up.

“I’m scared but I want this. I do. I want to be a mommy. I want a life with you, I want to not be afraid to show ourselves, to just be…”

“Together.” he finishes, and you nod at that, as he kisses your lips so softly, so different from his rough, brutal kisses.

“Together.”

“How the fuck am I so lucky? I swear I’ll make sure you never regret-”

“Toji Fushiguro, I will never regret anything about me and you. Not you being my first, not having this baby, not anything. Got it, old man?”

He moans then, kissing you so deeply, and you both fall into each other, as the kisses get more intense, as his hands slide up to grip your breasts, so sensitive you scream damn near at his rough hands. He pulls back to look at you, hunger in those dark green pools, his black lashes low over them, lidded with desire.

“Imagine these with milk in ‘em, hmm Ma?” He whispers, pinching your nipples and filling you with insane images, you feel your cheeks flush as he sucks a nipple in his hungry mouth, and your back arches, head slamming against the mirror, as his thick fingers rub you over your silky Hello Kitty shorts.

“Mnh… gonna be a Daddy again, huh?” You whisper back, earning a groan that vibrates against the soft skin of your tits, and he’s rubbing your clit over your shorts, pressing the silky material between your lips, making you soak the material.

“I am gonna be a Daddy, and you’re gonna be a Mommy.” You nod eagerly, biting your lower lip when he presses up, and you’re leaning back to yank on your waistband, earning his chuckle. “So eager, slutty brat.”

“Shut up old man, and fuck me.” He scowls, earning your giggle, only for him to yank down your shorts, pulling you down and bending you over the counter, smacking your ass so hard you yelp. “Hey!”

“Gotta smack you while I can, fuckin brat.” He smacks you again, where you’re already sore and bruised, only earning you getting stupid wet. “Old man knocked you the fuck up, didn’t he.”

“He did. Mmm! Please…” He smacks you again, and pulls your hair then, you are biting your lip so hard it hurts, that pussy throbbing for him without even being fully touched.

“Address me the right way, damned brat.”

“Please fuck me, Daddy.” He moans then, sliding two fingers in your little cunt, they pulse around him instantly, you hear the loud squishy sounds in the room, and you catch his gaze in the mirror. His lips are parted, his eyes full of desire as they look at your face, glazed with lust.

“You’re so goddamn pretty, aren’t you, my doll.” He cooes then, pressing closer against you as his fingers work up and down, and he’s got the other hand on your throat, under your chin. “Look at that pretty lil face, all fucked out, begging for more. You want Daddy’s cock, don't ya.”

“I want it, please, please.” Your eyes shut at how good it feels, riding his hand eagerly, the rough pads of his fingertips pressing on that spongy spot as your slick little walls soak him, squeeze him. He’s squeezing more, tilting your chin up, so fucking huge behind you, taking over your little body.

“Beg for this cock, like a good girl f’me. You can do it, baby.” He whispers, putting that perfect pressure on your pulse point, as everything gets fuzzy, and even in the mirror you see it shaking, as he makes you dizzy.

“Please, put your cock in me Daddy, lemme cum all over it. I’m so wet for you, can’t you feel?” You arch your ass back, earning his loud groan, then his fingers slide out and you watch him suck them off with a moan, before he slides those gray sweats down and his cock presses on your entrance. “Y-yes, please… please…”

“I’ll give ya anything doll, anything you ask for like that.” He lifts you up, your legs dangling off the counter as he shoves his thick cock in then, and your pussy struggles to adjust, no matter how much you fuck Toji’s cock always takes work to handle. He uses one hand to grab your hip now, fucking into you as your hands cling to the smooth counter.

You’re dripping down Toji’s length as both his hands hold your hips, you’re suspended over this counter, helpless, as he rails your pussy so good. Your breath fogs up the mirror as he presses you forward with every stroke, your hand on it now, bracing yourself for his thrusts, as his eyes drink you in the reflection, growing smoky with every heavy breath.

“You’re so tight, fuck…” He moans then, easing out of you and making you whine out at the loss.

“Toji! Back in!”

“Impatient lil brat, hush.” He pulls you down then, turning you around and picking you up in his arms, kissing you deeply, carrying you to his room, laying your back on the soft bed, which creaks under his weight as he lays on you. “Gotta be a little more gentle with you now.”

“No you don’t… mmm… not yet.” He chuckles then, white teeth stark against his tanned skin, lighting his face up. You sigh as you study him. “My Daddy is so handsome, you know?”

“Mmm, and my doll is beautiful. Most beautiful thing I’ve ever fuckin’ seen. So pretty just f’me.” His kisses down your throat make you gasp as he slides back in, and your eyes roll back, with the pleasure of that stretch. He moans, hands taking over your waist, as your thighs wrap his hips, your heels pressing into his strong lower back.

You whimper when his hips snap, and that tip kisses your bruised cervix, head falling to the side, eyes fluttering shut. He’s kissing your throat as he fucks into you, lazy, slow strokes, sucking hard on your delicate skin. Your hands are clinging to his chest, feeling his steady heart under your palm, muscles contracting around his thick cock as he fucks you so good.

You can barely catch a breath as you see sweat dripping down his brow, as your eyes struggle to stay focused at how good he’s making you feel, as you hear the smacks of skin and your slick wetness loud in his quiet room, just the fan whirling above you. He slows even more, bracing a hand on the bed and the other hand cups your face, thumb pressing on your lower lip.

Toji just stares then, his mouth open ever so slightly, his eyes emotional, lashes trembling as his lids lower, and he’s slowly pressing in, making your back arch, making you gasp, your hands sliding down his taut muscles, the sides of his rib cage. Your nails press into his back as you roll your hips up, watching pleasure contort his face, which leans down low.

He’s right there, his heavy weight pressed against your aching breasts, your sore little nipples against a hot, hard chest. Your eyes lock, noses almost touching, as he rolls those hips again, hitting that spot inside you that makes you black out, and you’re convulsing around his length, his hand now sliding down your soft tummy, which trembles at the touch.

“Daddy…” You whisper, and he moans, slamming his lips again, before taking a breath and leaning back up.

“You’re too fuckin gorgeous, fuck. Killin’ me doll. Just looking at you, like I can’t even breathe.” You’re tearing up again, and he sighs. “Even pretty cryin’ like that, y’know that?”

“Fuck…” You pull him back down for a kiss, overwhelmed not just how good his cock feels, but how much you love this man. “You’re being too sweet, fuck me hard, okay?”

He laughs a bit, shaking his head, kissing your forehead again. “Can I not be sweet with ya once? Just once?”

“N-no, you’re nasty Toji, not sweet. Wreck my pussy.”

He laughs again, lifting a thigh and shoving in more, but he doesn’t rail you, or fuck you hard, or wreck your pussy, he’s still going achingly slow, now a thumb brushing your clit in teasing circles. You’re whining, limbs writhing under him, so sensitive, so on edge, your very soul aching for this man, the one who’s eliciting even more emotions than before at his slow pace.

At how he gazes at you.

At how he touches you.

At the clear love in his eyes.

“Can I not just enjoy my baby momma, huh? And her pretty face, her pretty body, take my time?” He murmurs, and now he’s wrecking your mind, as his slow thrusts start to feel so good, and so intense, along with the stimulation of your clit.

“It’s… y-you don’t do that, though.” You mumble, making him smirk, so sexy, that scar stretched under his dark stubble, as his thick tip drags along those little gummy walls that are wetter than ever.

“Let me try it once, yeah doll? Made you a Mommy, didn’t I?” He whispers, and you’re close then, as he thrusts in fully, pressing into your cervix, and pinching your little twitching clit between his fingers, making you scream out then.

“Y-yes, you did, Daddy… you did. Ah!” You’re screaming as you feel it, that pressure hits, and you’re about to burst.

“Lemme watch you cum, all over Daddy’s cock. Good girl.” You’re ended, he’s wrecked your mind, completely, as you shatter around him, cumming so hard you can’t see. You’re floating somewhere, before you return back to see Toji studying you, his perfect muscles tense as he does. “That’s it, lemme feel you doll, lemme feel.”

“Daddy!” You cry out, clinging to him as your orgasm washes over you, and he’s kissing you, groaning into your eager mouth, fucking quicker now, just a little rougher, fucking you into another orgasm. You’re crying out into his lips, nails digging into his skin, making him hiss, jaw tightening.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect f’me, doll. Just mine.”

“Just y-yours.”

He moans, and now he flips you, until you’re on top of him, and you brace yourself on his strong chest, palms under his collarbone, rolling your hips, head falling back. Your hair falls like a curtain down your back as Toji’s huge hands glide up your body, your tummy, your waist, settling there and urging you, lifting you up and down his long cock.

“Daddy… mmm!” You’re whimpering as you bounce up and down his cock, as Toji watches your eager cunt suck him in, your lips all puffy from being fucked so good last night. A creamy ring forms around the base of his cock, and he groans as your cunt keeps sucking him in so goddamn good.

Fuck you look so beautiful, his eyes hit your pretty face, all flushed from your exertions, tears leaving streaks on your cheeks, and your eyes look at him, cock drunk and fucked out. You’re so fucking sexy he can’t take it, sensitive as your muscles squeeze him, as your thighs tense around him, and you’re close again, he can feel you, he can feel it.

“Need me to help you, doll?” He murmurs, and you nod weakly, as he brings you forward, letting your rest on his chest, your breasts, so full, pressing on it, nipples tight and hard on his skin. Toji grips the fat of your hips, thumbs pressing into your pelvis now, placing his feet on the mattress. “Hang on to me, Ma.”

You eagerly listen, you’re not running your bratty mouth right now, though he loves your attitude, you just cling to him with your little hands, your eyes looking into his so lovingly, your lashes casting shadows on your cute little face. He thrusts up in and watches your head fall back, your mouth slack open, brows knitting as he fucks your cervix how you like.

“Want it hard now, doll?” He whispers, and you nod, your hair falling against his chest, so silky, as your pussy clenches around him.

You’re having his fucking baby, it’s so insane for Toji to think, that soon you’ll be so round with him, and he’s fucked a baby into you. He can’t wait to watch that glow you’ll get, can’t wait to see cute little stretchies on your perfect skin, see your tits get even bigger, dripping milk.

All the thoughts make Toji fuck you harder.

“Daddy!” You whine out, lips all pouty, and he’s ended, fuck he’ll do anything for his little doll.

“That’s it doll, cum all down me, make me fucking messy, sloppy lil cunt can do it can’t she?” You nod eagerly, and Toji fucks you harder now, as you’re looking right into those eyes, as his hands now grip your ass, dragging you down so hard you scream, and he rocks you against him, until your orgasm runs through you.

Your entire body lights up after you cum all over him, sticky and hot down his toned stomach, his thick muscled thighs, as you’re clinging to that strong neck, screaming out. “Daddy! F-fuck!”

“Good girl.” He whispers in that gruff voice, pulling you down again on his cock, and you’re weakly laying against him now, spent already, every touch making you jerk and twitch, every stroke having you drool. “That’s it, fucked your brains out, huh lil Mama?”

His words make it worse, you just weakly nod, clinging to him then. “Want your cum in me, please, please.”

He groans louder now, kissing you deeply, fucking up into you as you lay so useless on him, you can’t move or do a goddamn thing but cry out loudly as he pummels into your pussy. She’s squeezing around him as his lips devour you, messy and hungry, spit dripping out of your mouths, tongues swirling at the tip, his hands gripping your ass so tight as he bucks up.

“She’s milking me, so slutty, already knocked up y’know.” He huffs, and you can’t even speak, not when he’s fucking you so good. “Ready for all this, can ya take it all for me, Ma?”

“I can, I can, promise. Please.” You beg so pathetic, and he smirks at it, making you glare. “Just cum in me, fuck.”

“Pathetic-”

“Do it.”

“Bratty-”

“Cum in me, fuck! Want it, want it.” He kisses you then, shutting the fuck up for a moment, before he’s pouring so much cum it’s ridiculous, more than you’ve felt, and Toji comes a lot. You’re so warm you cum again just from feeling all that hot white seed pouring, coating your cunt. “Oh my God.”

“Oh my… fuck!” He whispers with you, as he’s pumping slowly, and his cum is dripping down his length, along with your wetness, messy as fuck, drooling down Toji’s tight balls as they relax and contract, pumping more and more. “Fuck… pussy is so perfect all f’me.”

“Mmm… all for you. It’s all for you.” You mumble, as he eases out of you then, and you lean back weakly, looking at his cock, thick and veiny, covered in all the remnants of cum that slipped out. “Fuck that’s sexy.”

“You like all that mess you make?” He strokes your hair as you kiss down his chest, pussy clenching around nothing with the aftershocks of him. You nod then, hair falling along his skin, making hom brush it back, holding it like a pony tail now.

“You’re the messy one, Daddy. Look at all this.” You click your tongue, looking teasingly up at him now, your fingers sliding down his cock to his balls, fingering the sticky mess. He moans, hips arching, and you smile then up at him. “Should I clean you up Daddy?”

“Only if I get to clean you after.” You grin, nodding, then you slide your tongue down his length then, bracing yourself on the bed as you taste your sweetness and his saltiness, mixing so yummy on your tongue, watching him, his perfect body. His handsome face contorted in pleasure.

“Mmm, we do taste yummy, don’t we?” You whisper, and you’re holding his cock now, still hard, sucking it down your throat, as he jerks at the sensations. You lean down, licking the cum off his balls, cupping them, and he’s hissing at that, pulling at your hair now. “What?”

“Fucking sensitive, brat.” You giggle at that, earning his angry glare.

“Toji has no one sucked on these?”

“And have you!?”

“No! But you’re a hoe.”

“Well you’re the freakiest fuck I’ve had.” You giggle again, stroking his sticky cock, sucking it, cheeks hollowing. “Slutty lil girl.”

“Mmm.” You just moan against him as he’s pulling your hair so good, cupping your face with his other hand, watching his eight pack tense up, making every muscle more defined for your hungry eyes. You’re taking him all in, breathing through your nose, feeling his tip thicken, stretching in your throat.

“Fuck, doll… you’re so good at that, goddamn… f-fuck, stop that.” You’re lavishing his balls again, making him yank you up.

“You like it! Is nasty Toji afraid of something!?”

“It makes me wanna bust, stop it.” You suck on them again as you stroke his cock in little wet twists, his precum already pouring out of his tip, and his moans fill the room, along with the sounds of your sucking and licking. “You fuckin brat, get up here right now.”

You finally suck his cock again, licking the underside and watching that hunger on his face. “Is Daddy too sensitive?”

“Fuck you, brat.” You grin, licking his tip and sucking that white pearl of precum on that reddened tip, and he damn near whimpers, fascinating you, only for you to be flipped on your back.

“I was having fun, mean Daddy.” You glare, and he glares right back, kissing himself right off you, one elbow resting on the bed as he runs a finger along your lower lip.

“Who knew you’d be such an annoying, freaky lil slut?”

“Me!? You!”

He smirks then, kissing you, before shoving you up the bed, kissing down your breasts, sucking on your nipples again. Your hands cling to the blankets as he fingers the sticky mess you both have made, between puffy sore lips, you’re twitching just like he was as he kisses down your tummy now, grabbing your hips as he settles between your thighs.

“Gonna clean you up now, lil Mama. Yeah?” You nod eagerly, as he pushes your thighs even further apart.

“Please, clean me up. S-so messy- ah!” He’s lavishing your cunt with his hot, wet tongue then, slipping right up your slit, and he’s parting your folds, watching his cum ooze out of your little hole, moaning.

“Look at all this cum you took, just slipping outta this little cunt, mmm.” He’s moaning then, licking it right out of you, scooping all his cum out with his practiced tongue, and you’re screaming at how good it feels.

It damn near hurts, you’re so oversensitive, as you feel his teeth on your lips, his tongue in your hole, his straight nose bumping your clit. You’re clinging to his hair, shoving his face deeper, feeling his moans vibrate your sensitive pussy, as his big hands squeeze your thighs bruisingly, and you’re close again.

“Cumming, cumming!” You cry out, and he looks at you under thick black brows, his hair falling in front of his brows as he fucks you with that long tongue, relentless strokes, and you’re spasming around him now. “Ah!”

You scream as you cum so goddamn hard, hurting as your pussy is clenching around the invasion of his tongue, all while he keeps moaning, making you a goddamn mess. He pulls back, face soaked and sticky, lifting your ass up then, swiping his tongue along that little hole he’d fucked last night, still so sore you cry out, before sliding back up your cunt again, all the way to your clit.

“Sensitive!” You whine out now, earning his chuckle, and a shake of his head, as he flicks his tongue on your clit again.

“Now you can’t handle it, huh brat?” You pout all cute, he thinks, but he’s still gonna have to teach you a lesson.

You do love learning from him.

“Let’s try something.” You tense then, blinking, for Toji is freaky as hell and you never know what that mind’s up to. Then he angles two of his fingers in your cunt as he slides a thumb from his other hand in your ass, and you cry out at it.

“F-fuck, ow, shit! Ah!” You’re a mess now, as he smirks over you, and you’re trying to hold a glare as he works your holes so goddamn good, watching you shiver and twitch and jerk. You’re soaking him everywhere, as your cum and the last bits of his own are pouring down Toji’s fingers.

“Knew it, so slutty. Gotta be filled so much just to shut your mouth.” You yank on his hair then, pulling him down and he winces at the pull.

“Fuck you, Old man.” You whisper, biting his lip, and he scowls, shoving fingers deep everywhere, making you so full you can’t take it, it’s too much.

“Fuck me, huh? After I was so sweet with ya, you’re such a lil bitch. Maybe having my baby will calm you down.”

“Will not, fuck!” You’re cumming again, proving his point, but you love it, you love when you’re throbbing around him, when he sucks you off his fingers again. “Daddy… can’t cum anymore.”

“No, doll, you can.” He keeps fingering you, scissoring the two fingers your cunt sucks up, then pressing that thumb deep in your ass, until you’re cumming so hard you’re a mess again, and he then shoves your thighs up high, pressing them against your breasts.

“Mating press… I’m… pregnant, fucking…”

“Gotta do it while I can, doll, ya won’t bend like this soon.” Toji’s deep in your sore cunt, making you cry, and he’s leaning on the backs of your thighs, his weight so heavy as he cups your face. “How many loads can you take, Ma, huh?”

“One more. One more.”

“Good, good girl.” He’s fucking you so good you can’t take it, every stroke stinging your sore little hole, but you crave it, you love it, being smushed as he hits so deep. His balls slap on your hole, as his thrusts get brutal, as he leans up, angling his hips just so, and you’re screaming as another orgasm makes you weak. “Fucking you stupid.”

“Sh-shut up… old man… ah! Fuck you!”

“Fuck me, huh? Nah. Fuck you pretty lil doll.” He’s spread your thighs wider now, hand on your throat, and you eagerly cling to his arm as he’s hitting it so goddamn hard, as the bed is creaking, as the headboard smacks against the wooden wall. He moans as he squeezes you tighter. “Shut that mouth so easily.”

“Mmm…” Is all you manage to squeak out, as he rails your cunt so good, until he’s busting again, filling you more and more, as he releases you and you try to come to reality. Then he’s kissing you gently, holding you in his arms, and you cling to him, weak and boneless, so shaky. “Toji…”

“Too rough doll? We can’t go rough soon.”

“Oh stop, I’m good. We have a long way for that.” You brush back his sweaty hair as you both catch your breath, as he’s running his big hand up and down your body, making goosebumps rise everywhere. “I am scared, Toji.”

He eases out carefully, pulling you to lay on your side, holding you as you rest on his strong bicep, brushing your hair back in careful strokes. “I won’t fuck it up, I swear I won’t leave you, I won’t. I will do right by you.”

“No, not that. Oh god, no I know that.” He gulps, as you hear that pain again in his voice, you feel it.

“I can’t forgive myself for being a fucking idiot, but I am different now.”

“I know.” You kiss his chin, where that little cleft is, feeling his stubble tickle your soft lips. “I’m scared of… telling dad.”

“Shit.” He sighs then, as you both caress each other, a tangle of limbs in the quiet room. “Shit…. Fuck… shit.”

“Yes, eloquent man. Shit fuck shit.”

“Brat.”

You both snort then, as you snuggle to him, burying your head against the crook of his neck, pecking little kisses. “We have to tell him you know.”

“Tell my kid to remember who I was.”

“Oh stop!” You shove at him playfully, but his brows are drawn low, as he studies you. “What is it?”

“I don’t wanna ruin your life.”

“You won’t, you couldn’t. I’ll finish my school and then… you know what, a baby won’t stop journalism. Nope. She can sit on my lap as I work.”

He grins then, love so pure in his forest eyes, as they look everywhere on your face. “Yeah? A lil girl you think?”

You nod. “I do. A sweet little girl. You’ll be wrapped around her finger, you’ll spoil her won’t you?”

“Damn right I will, I’ll give her anything, and say ‘don’t tell mom’.” You both laugh at that, as your heart clenches. “Thank you for this.”

“For getting pregnant?”

“For giving me a chance I don’t deserve.” You kiss him again, shaking your head, as he’s gripping your body so tight you can barely breathe, clinging to you.

“You deserve it. You do.” You pull away, taking shaky breaths then. “It’s not what I planned, but you know… I think I couldn’t be happier. I will not clean your house though.”

“The fuck, why not!?”

“I’ll do dishes and laundry. That’s it.”

“That’s it? Then no pussy eating.”

“Hey!” He’s chuckling as you playfully smack at him, wrapping your thigh around his hips, kissing down your neck. “Fine I will also sweep and mop.”

“There we go, we’re already compromising.” He hums as he kisses down your collar bone, as you stroke his back gently. “I’ll cook half the time.”

“I’m good with that, I like to cook. Mmm… Toji…”

“Yeah, doll.”

“This is acting as if you’ll survive.” He sighs, resting his head on your chest, squeezing on your breasts like they’re his stress balls, making you smirk.

“I’m scared we also gotta tell Megumi you’re his step mom.” You gasp, shaking your head.

“What? We’re not married, old man.”

He glares up at you. “We will get married.”

You lean up then in shock. “What, old fashioned ass man!?”

“Imma beat your ass so hard.”

“Don’t I’m sore!” You pout, but he’s dead serious with his anger. “Shit… Toji you don’t wanna marry for real do you?”

“Of course I do, and will, you’re gonna have my kid, we gotta get married. I need you as my wife and baby mama.” You blink a bit, sucking in a breath.

“Is this some proposal!?”

“You keep ignoring my proposals.”

“Well they’re all shit. Ow!” He smacks the fuck out of your ass now, making you wince. “Sorry… they’re not that good.”

“I’m not good at this shit.” He nips your collar bone now, before looking at you a little more soft now. “Do you not wanna marry me?”

“I mean… of course I do, dumb man.”

“This mouth…”

“But like this is assuming you survive. You’ll have to ask my dad for my hand in marriage.” You say with a big grin, and Toji buries his face again, grimacing, as you laugh softly. “It’s like a video game, main quest.”

“Stupid brat, this isn’t some Zelda game.”

“It’s even harder.”

“Shut it.” He leans up on an elbow now, shaking his head as he plants a sloppy kiss on your lips, and you melt into it, heart fluttering with excitement. “Fine, if he gives me permission you’ll marry me, and soon. Before the baby comes.”

Your tummy clenches, as the stress of telling your dad looms, but it mixes with the thoughts of spending your life with him, in this cabin he lives in, that he’s built so much of. Being Toji’s little wife was never, ever in your plans, but something shoves that last shred of feminism far away, and you dream of that domestic bliss that you could have with your gruff old man.

“You really think he’ll do it?” You ask, and he sighs.

“Fuck no. I’m gonna get killed. But I’ll try, for you. Besides, he’s gonna be a grandpa you know.” Toji grins, and you gasp.

“You’re the worst! Oh fuck he’s gonna kill us both.” You slam your eyes shut, smacking your forehead. “My only hope is to plead with him, and maybe he’ll forgive us, and wanna spend time with the baby.”

“He won’t be mad at you. Just me.”

You sigh again. “When should we call?”

“Nah, doll, I’m a man. We’re gonna have to go face to face.”

Shit.

*****

The drive to your dad's place feels like it takes an eternity as you and Toji have made the trek a few days later. The doctor had confirmed you are indeed pregnant, about three months, which means Toji had indeed gotten you pregnant during Spring break, and though you both were so fucking happy, this was looming over you both, to actually tell Shiu.

 You don’t know if you can handle the disappointment he’ll have with you, though Toji says it will only be anger geared at him. But you don’t want your dad angry at him, you love Toji, and you hate having to choose one or the other. You wonder at what exactly you’ll say, you keep practicing as you both sit in the car in awkward silence, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

When you finally pull up, Toji squeezes your hand reassuringly. “Doll, it’ll be fine, I can take hits.” You snort at that, tensing then as you see the shadow of your dad walking across the kitchen window. Shit. "Ready?"

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. "As ready as I'll ever be."

With that, you get out of the car and walk up to the front door, hand in hand with Toji. His grip is firm, giving you the courage you need for what's about to come, but it’s terrifying, not knowing how he’ll take this. As you stand on the doorstep, you feel his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand, and you look up at him, before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door.

After the longest moment of your damn life, the door swings open, and there's your dad, Shiu Kong looking at you both with a mix of surprise and curiosity, before he sees Toji. His mouth is dropped open, as he glares between the both of you, and your joined hands, and his coffee cup he’d been holding crushes against his big hand, the pieces shattering to the floor.

“Dad… Dad calm down, I-”  The words are barely out of your mouth when he lunges at Toji, his fist flying through the air. Toji's eyes widen in shock, but he doesn't flinch, bracing himself for the impact as you desperately try to pull on him. “Dad, fucking stop! Don’t!”

Shiu looks at you sadly, shaking his head, before scowling at Toji. “What the fuck are you doing with her!? Are you trying to ruin her goddamn life? I’ll fucking kill you Toji if you touched her again.”

Toji sighs, muscles tense, waiting for your dad to wail on him at any given moment. “You wanna tell him, doll, or should I?”

“Don’t call her doll, fucking pervert! Tell me what!?” He looks at you then, and you take a shaky breath, putting a hand on your tummy, looking down.

Then it all connects, Shiu looks at your hand there, and his brown eyes widen in horror. “No, no… don’t tell me-”

“Dad, I’m pregnant.” You say then, and in a blink of an eye he lunges, before you can stop him, and punches your baby daddy/fiance!?... Toji. Right in the damn face, you don’t know how he stays standing. “Dad, stop!”

“You got her pregnant!? Toji Fushiguro, you’re fucking dead!”

Well… fuck.

Chapter 12

[cravingcoldoreocake123]

Choose to love

• You ignore everyone’s warnings and fall in love with him, but how well will that turn out for you?

• Warnings: Angst, unprotected sex, written porn (literally, find out for yourself ;) ), female reader, fluff, use of y/n, Happy ending. —————————————𝜗𝜚———————————-

“How hard is it for you to stop ignoring me and pretend you don’t love sneaking into my room every night?” You push him by the chest but it doesn’t seem to startle him nor does he stumble back upon the impact, and it frustrates you even more. How could he be so nonchalant and muggy? What does he even get out of pretending you mean nothing to him, you’ll never know. Heat floods your cheeks as you remember the endless amount of times he bumped your shoulder making you trip while also making sure to not spare you even one glance, or when you waved at him and all you received back were nonchalant glares instead of a smile or a wave, and you lower your hand as his dirty group of friends make fun of your pathetic attempt to talk to him.

You woke up earlier every day just to look pretty for him, you put on more makeup than you did before him, washed your hair and dried it, curled it even. Put on your nicest clothes, that you were now running out of and checked yourself in the mirror for what seemed like the millionth time, inspecting your face closely in case he spots a flaw you missed. The thing is, you put in a lot of effort for him, you wanted to look so pretty he wouldn’t even think of looking at another girl. You headed to grab breakfast with Astoria, you filled your plate less and less every day, trying to keep your weight in check while making sure he doesn’t think of you as less classy or less feminine, which didn’t make sense at all. Sure he was in your room every other night telling you how much he loves fucking you full of his cum, but for some reason he couldn’t act right when you’re around others.

“I forgot we even had homework, Snape’s gonna give me an earful today, ugh.” Astoria groans as you two walk arm in arm to the dining hall. “Wait, he gave us homework?! I don’t remember Snape… what?” You stop in your tracks when your sight lands on Matteo’s arm around a little blonde as she buries her head deep in his neck, giggling, making Astoria trip and drop her books. “What on earth are you doing?” She lowers down to grab her belongings, and raises her head to glance at you, but her face drops as soon as she follows your sight, “No. He. Didn’t.”

“I’m sure they’re just friends… right? I mean he- he wouldnt…?” You weren’t sure if you were lying to yourself to feel better, or to Astoria to not look like a complete fool. She had an idea of what was going on between you two and she did warn you of him, but to no avail. “Honey… she’s practically sucking him dry of his blood, “friends” don’t do that.” Your heart quite literally falls down to your ass. You couldn’t tell when you started crying, but multiple tears followed as soon as the first one dropped, sliding and pooling on your chin.

Astoria nudged your arm and pulled you slightly to follow her to your table, but your body refused to move, and your eyes couldn’t dare rip away from the sight in front of you. You were sure you made a fool of yourself, the hairs on your skin stood up as you suddenly became conscious of your surroundings, you could hear every whisper, every laugh and every snicker, and you were certain they were about you, every pair of eyes was glued on you and it made you feel trapped, you didn’t know whether to head to your table and pretend like nothing happened or to run out and not look back, whichever it was, you begged your feet to move and put you out of your misery, but your knees almost gave out as he looked your way, his sweet eyes carefully lingered on your body, and then finally landed on your own.

You felt nauseous as he tilted his head to the side in an attempt to provoke you, and the right corner of his lip lifted, flashing you his white teeth in an innocent little smirk. You felt more anger than pain at that moment, and you didn’t know how or when, but your legs carried you his way. The girl that was previously sat on his lap smelled trouble and wiggled her way out of his arms and went on her merry way before you reached them. You stopped in front of him and Astoria ran behind you pulling you from the scene. “It’s not worth it, he’s not worth it let’s go.” But you wanted to hurt him, you wanted him to feel the stinging you felt when you saw him with her, when he ignored you, when he embarrassed you, and when he creeped his way out of your bed the mornings after like a little skeez. So you smiled at him, and raised your palm as high as you could and landed it on his cheek, as hard as you could.

His face turned the other way around due to the… impact. And his friends snickered and gasped around the table, “Didn’t know you had that in you, y/n.” Draco snickered, “Shut up or it’ll be you next, Malfoy.” Astoria responded, crossing her arms and glaring at him, and god if looks could kill Malfoy would have been six feet deep minutes ago. Your attention turned back to Mattheo as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking at his friends and then you, and you couldn’t quite decipher what emotion his eyes held, you were sure it wasn’t regret considering his actions, but he seemed sorrowful… somehow. “Let’s not do this here, it’s not anyone’s business knowing what’s going on.” He stood up and tried to drag you along with him out of the room. However, you snatched your arm away from his grip and came closer to his face, “But you made it everyone’s business when she was sucking you dry of your blood and grinding down on your dick in front of everyone, remember?”

Mattheo stood up and stared at you for a good couple of seconds, before he bent down a little and picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed absolutely nothing. You hit and clawed his back and screamed at him to let you down but he walked away from the swarm of students all the way back to his dorm. “Put me down right now Mattheo! I’ll kick your face off.” However, despite your threats he didn’t stop and continued on walking. He finally reached his door, got in and kicked it shut with his foot. You scrunched your nose at the familiar smell of smoke and his cologne lingering in the room, and as he sets you down on his bed you recall the numerous times he put you down like this but under different circumstances, ones where he’d strip you both naked of clothes and make you take him like the good girl you are, you felt your core leaking at the memories but that couldn’t distract you enough from what he had done to you.

You stood up feeling nauseous and lost, you stumbled a bit and he extended his hands to try and steady you, but you backed up as tears started streaming down your face again. “No, no you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to break me then pick me up and try to glue me back together. You don’t get to give me the world and take it away from me that easily, God i- What does she have that I don’t, Mattheo? What did she give you that I didn’t? How could you make me feel like I was the only girl in the world then go and humiliate me like that? I don’t even know why I chose to ignore everyone’s warnings and let you make me so vulnerable like this, why could’t you prove them wrong Mattheo? Why?” You stopped to catch your breath but he took that opportunity to pull you flat to him and kiss you like he craved your lips for years on end. He cradled your face in his hands so delicately and kissed your tears away.

Your hand tangled in his hair, and you kissed him back with the same fiery passion, your tongues both stained of the salt in your tears, but it was short lived as you pushed him off of you and shook your head. “I can’t. I can’t let you in again. You’ve hurt me bad enough that it’ll scar me for a good while, I can’t let myself allow you to do it again.” Your eyes brimmed with tears and you hated yourself for it, you hated how weak and helpless he made you feel. But when you loved, you loved with every fiber in your being, so when shit backfires and goes wrong, you knew damn well it was gonna break you whole. Your knees started to give out at the wrong time, and you tried to hold yourself up but you still felt dizzy, this time he rushed to your side and held you ignoring your pleas for him to get away from you. “I’m here, okay? Please at least just let me take care of you right now, you can barely stand lovie.” Your heart warmed at the nickname, and you turned your face to stare at his with tired eyes, cursing at yourself for letting him get so close to you.

He picked you up again in his arms and set you down on his bed, he then rushed to get a cup of water and held it up to your lips as you looked up at him with bambi eyes. “There you go, good girl.” The cold water felt so soothing on your burning throat, and you closed you eyes savoring the feeling for a sweet while. He sets the cup down when you whine as a sign for him to stop, and he soon gets on the bed next to you. He sets his arm on your waist and pulls you close to his chest, and you let him. You laid your head on him and your muscles relaxed hearing his heartbeat. Your heart still felt heavy, and the scene of him smirking directly at you while she was on top of him still plagued your mind. He felt you tense up, and he raised his hands to your tear stained cheeks, and kissed your puffy eyes. “I always fucked up the things I love. I never felt important or secure, so now commitment scares me, it scares the shit out of me, I’m so scared i’ll get deserted by those I love so I just… leave before I get left, in attempt to save me and my feelings but I never thought of how it would make others feel. I realized you meant more to me than just a hookup, god my hands shook when I laid my eyes on you and my head hurt trying to comprehend how someone so fucking perfect could have interest in me. You scared me, I had never seen someone so delicate and angelic, you-” He stopped to stare at you, and suddenly his tears turned glassy with tears. Your eyebrows raised and your lips parted in shock to see him letting out such emotions. He sniffed and caressed your face, “I dreamed of you almost every night, and i thought about during the day, you never escaped my mind and it horrified me how someone else had such control over me, and me being the dumb fuck I am, I tried to suppress my feelings for you, and I tried to ignore you and hurt you so that you’d forget me, but it destroyed me inside. I was so scared of loving you, but I am terrified to not be able to do so now. Merlin, please forgive me, please forgive me. I had no idea what I was doing.” You looked up at him to find his face all red of shame, and his eyes wet with tears. You reached down to find him digging his nails so deep into his skin that blood started seeping out. He relaxed at your touch and let you interlock your fingers with his.

You leaned and kissed him, and he had never felt alive until then. You threw your arms around him and he deepened the kiss even more as he trapped you in his arms and switched your positions so that he was on top, and you were stuck under him. He pulled away to say something but you couldn’t let him away from you, and you latched your lips on his again. He whined as you bit his lip and you took that chance to slip your tongue in his mouth. His hands immediately grabbed your back and flipped you on your stomach, you yelped in surprise and he grinded down on your ass. “I’ve never seen such a pretty thing, you are everything I have dreamed of. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you, lovie.”

You moaned as he kept grinding on you, you had missed feeling all of him against you. He latched his lips on your neck marking it and you threw your hand back to tug at his hair, but he grabbed both of your hands and held them behind you. “I missed my girl so much, no one could ever compare to you.” His other hand had flown to your exposed thighs, gripping them as he sucked at your sweet spot, and when you moaned his name, he felt like he was going to lose it. He wandered higher and under you skirt, pushed your soaked panties aside and slipped a finger in you, pumping it slowly in and out of you. He twitched and leaked at every sweet little sound you made, he had missed you more than life, and everything he had screwed up- everything he tried to fix- he was certain you were his reward.

He pulled his finger out of you and put it to your lips to let you taste yourself, and he moaned at the sight, his dick ached to be inside of you. “God you are so fucking pretty.” You smiled shyly at the compliment, but you felt empty due to the lack of contact so you rutted along his cock, and he cursed at the feeling. He felt how soaked you were though the thick material of his jeans, and he smiled at how warm your cunt was for him. He flips you again to face him, and the smile still lingered on his lips at your beauty. He hurriedly takes your clothes off, leaving you in your underwear only, and he kisses you from your forehead all the way down to your clothed pussy. He strips you of your panties as well and the sight of it alone made him feel like he was gonna cum right there and then. He raises his face to kiss you gently before freeing himself of his clothes.

Your eyes wander down to his cock as he pumped himself a few times, and your cheeks redden at his length, he was big. Sure you had seen him and he has been inside you before but you never got used to his size. “You okay sweet girl?” You nod at him feeling a loss for words. “If you want me to stop just tap my shoulder, got it baby?” The effect this man had on you was ungodly, you couldn’t dare tear your eyes away from him, if god had favorites he was certainly at the top of the list. “Use your words honey.” He snaps you back to reality and you suddenly feel shy under his gaze. “I got it, I’m good.” “Good girl.” He says before he lines himself with your entrance and your hands fly to grip his broad shoulders, and he shoves himself inside of you slowly to not overwhelm you. The moment your velvet walls grips his cock, his shackles crumble and he sighs shakily at the feeling. You feel him lay his weight on you as he gripped your neck and hip to fuck you as deep as he could.

He started off slow and gentle so you’d get used to him, and as soon as he felt your body relax against him he picked up the pace, his hand wrapped around your neck keeps you grounded, and he squeezes it enough to make your eyes roll back from the amount of pleasure you’re feeling. His other hand slid to your tits, gripping them and rolling your nipples between his slender fingers, “My hands are yours.”

his cock fucked into your poor cunt even harder and somehow deeper, forcing you to grip the sheets at the feeling. “My cock’s yours.”

He kept fucking you as he angled his head down to reach your lips and he planted a sweet kiss on them. “My lips are yours.”

He grabbed your hand and put it to his chest, right above his fast beating heart, he made sure to let your hand there long enough you could feel it beating out of his chest. “And my heart’s sure as hell yours too, lovie.” Your own heart fluttered at his words, and you felt overwhelmed at how good he was making you feel. His hand still held your own tightly and you scratched his chest, arching your back as you cried out his name. “Fuck Mattheo. I’m.. close.” You could barely form words, and you dared to open your eyes and look at him, only to find him already admiring you, you couldn’t handle it and your cunt squeezed him tight. He groaned and choked your neck, nothing feels better than him buried balls deep inside you, fucking you full of his load.

Stars dotted your vision, and you used every ounce of energy you had left in you to wrap your legs around him, pulling him even closer, and he took that as a challenge to fuck you even better at that angle, and you felt your orgasm rocking through your body. “Are you close, princess? I can feel you squeezing me, honey.” He giggles a little and kisses the tip of your nose. “You’re gonna be the death of me. You’re taking me so well, love. You’re doing so good f’me.” His sweet words throw you over the edge and you moan as you release yourself on his dick, and he reaches his hand down between your bodies to rub your clit and overstimulate you. He buries his head in your neck as he feels himself getting closer, and you bite his shoulder as he abused it.

“I’m- I’m cumming- fuck-” his movements slow as he reaches his high, and you feel him fall limp on top of you after he pumps his cock in and out of you a few more times. He stays like that for a little while, and you raise your hands to play with his soft curls. He throws his arms around you and savors the moment, kissing your neck every now and then. “Thank you, for letting me in. I’m not gonna let anything or anyone hurt you, I love you.. I’m in love with you. I love you so much.” He looks up at you with his sweet eyes searching yours for a reply, and you flash him your sugary smile and his heart melts all over again. “I’ve loved you for a long time and I’m not planning on stopping.” You say, and he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and leans to your lips to kiss you so delicately, smiling between kisses.

“Do you want to go eat, lovie?”

“I can’t really move, Mattheo.” You say shyly, and he smirks at you as he gets up from the bed. And he cleans you and himself before helping you put your clothes back on, “I’ll carry you.” He shrugs, putting his shirt on. “Are you crazy? Everyone will know we fucked then.” You shook your head at him, straightening your skirt. “As if everyone doesn’t already know. You were screaming my name, darling, they know.”

[420days]

OH BABY! | ROMAN REIGNS

“Girl, you in here stressing my brother out?” Roman’s sister, Gina asked as she walked into the couple’s bedroom where Tati was sitting on the bed with attitude all over her face.

“No, I just don’t want to go.” Her face and tone immediately softened when she came into the room. Roman’s sister was like the big sister she never had and always looked out for her.

Whenever her and Roman would get into it she would vent to her.

Whenever she needed advice she could call her.

Whenever she just needed to cry she would call her becasue she knew she would be there.

Roman knew the only way she was attending this baby shower was if he called his sister to come and talk with her.

Through the pregnancy she has been feeling nothing but insecure due to the changes in her body. Her face got chubbier, her nose was always swollen, and not to mention she gained some much weight from the twins she was carrying.

She wasn’t feeling anything like herself and hated leaving the house unless she absolutely had to. Roman did all that he could to make her feel better about her self which worked most of the time but today she was being extra stubborn.

“Well why not? You don’t wanna celebrate my nieces?” She stood over her and rubbed her big belly.

“Sister, I look a mess. My hair isn’t even done.”

“That’s nothing. We can fix your hair real cute and I know you have a pretty ass dress. Come on and get up.” She tapped her thigh.

Rolling her eyes she stood up from the bed and made her way into her beauty room where her stuff for the baby shower was already set up.

“Now, how were you doing your hair?”

“I was gonna do a cute side part with layers but I don’t even know anymore cause that’s a lot. The wig isn’t even on yet.” She sighed in frustration.

“Girl, just give me the wig.”

The two of them sat in silence as she installed the honey blonde wig exactly the way Tati wanted it. It didn’t take much for her to get it done and Tati was already feeling better once she looked in the mirror.

“Ugh, I’m hungry now. Is he mad at me?” She asked at she looked in the mirror at her sister in law.

“Mad? No. You just had my poor baby brother stressed out. He called me like ‘can you please come get your sister” She laughed.

Picking her phone up from the vanity she sent him a message telling him she was hungry. In a matter of seconds he responded saying he would bring her something up. After a few minutes he walked into the room and handed her the food he made.

“Thank you my baby.” She ran her hand over her husband’s beard and tried to butter him up. She knew he was slightly annoyed with her from earlier even if he didn’t want to show it.

“You’re welcome. You look pretty.” He glanced over at her and admired the glow she had. It was much different from the way she looked this morning.

“Thank you, I’m sorry for being a brat earlier. I’ll make it up to you later… hopefully” Tati giggled as he rubbed small circles into her big stomach

“Don’t worry about it baby.” He kissed her lips.

“Y’all better not be disturbing my nieces while y’all are being grown and nasty.” Gina spoke up.

“They’re in the way anyways. I mean we don’t do anything that would affect them. We do other things.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Ew girl! I don’t wanna hear that.” She sucked her teeth and the three of them busted out laughing.

“You’re wearing these heels?”

“I’m gonna wear them when we go in but best believe I’ll be wearing these anywhere else.” Tati held up furry white slides that showed her freshly painted toes.

“Yeah cause my brother was gonna be on you about those too.” She mumbled and Tati glanced over at Roman who just shook his head at her.

“You ready to go?”

“Mmh, let’s go.” She nodded her head.

tags: @bebesobrielo @trentybenty @amandairene88 @kiki1704 @paigereeder @uceyliyahh @skyesthebomb @yeaiamme2

[hwathinker]

"aww, why are you crying baby? come on, i'm gonna take a break now can i?"

pairings ; best friend!yunho x fem!reader warnings ; i don't think there is.. (i'm joking.. there's cockwarming, blowjobs(?), petnames) just yunho being a tease and annoying.. i really love the cocky + nerdy concept on yunho ;) wn ; hey! i finally got a free time today, so i decided to spend it on writing something. i'll be taking requests by the way! i'm hoping to see some smutty reqs from ya'll hahaha

"come on y/n, its not that hard to memories these shit." yunho said, poking your head which was buried to the book you were supposed to read. you had spent over an hour in his apartment, just for a study session. you also promised yourself to study for real this time but i guess the tiredness and laziness in you held you back. you shook your head aggressively, making him stop touching you. "y/n, we have a really tight schedule and i know you know that. plus our presentation is in 3 days. spend your time studying so you won't have to struggle to go out with me." you shot your head up as soon as yunho mentioned about going out. your parents doesn't really let you go out unless you do something great in school. but with pleasing them by doing house chores, you know you could get out easily. well, not every time.

"ugh.. how many times do i have to read these?!" pointing at the open book, you looked at him. "if you really want me to memories this then how about you?" you held the book up close to your face, shooting your eyes up to him then at the book back to make sure he isn't peeking. yunho sighed, letting go of his pen and turning to you. he looked at the book title, making a face to remember something. "well, physics huh.. what page are you in?" he asked, shifting his body and putting his arm on the table so that he can rest his head on his fist with his cheeks. you quickly went to the first page, knowing that he doesn't pay that much attention on a first page of a book. "uh.. page one. i'm not telling you what it is though." you said, burying your head to the book once again and shifting you gaze between the book and yunho every 4 seconds. yunho smiled, pretending to remember what was on the first page. "physics is the natural science of matter, involving the study of matter, its fundamental constituents, its motion and behavior through space and time, and the related entities of energy and force." you read what was on the page along with what he said, your eyes slowly going wide as he do.

"the fuck?! how in the earth did you remember every damn word in this one ass page?!" you slammed the green book on the table, going up close to him with rage in you. "i don't know, maybe i started to pay attention to the first page now. or maybe not, because i'm smart." he said, going back to his position and continue his revision. "or maybe.. you could help cover for me?" you said, leaning your head on the table as you puppy eyed him as you smile. yunho gave you a silent answer, which was a no. "come on yun, i know you like obeying me." you teased again, smiling ever so widely. "how about you study or i fuck that mouth off." he shift his gaze to you, placing down the pen under his palm.

you pouted, covering your face with your hand. yunho let out a small chuckle, grabbing you by your waist to get you more close. "i've never seen you this shy, y/n. you always fight back my teasings." he said, laying head head on the table too, close to your covered face. "i'd rather have a cock inside me for long enough than having to suck one that has a possibility of piss on it." you mumbled, hoping he won't hear a single thing when he's just right there, in front of you. yunho took your hand away from your face, meeting his eyes that was already staring at you. "do you want to try?" he bit his bottom lip, smiling lightly. you think, furrowing your eyebrows and pouting your lips. "i don't know. so you're hard?" you looked at his reddening face as your hand quickly went to his.. harden clothed dick. oh he is. yunho slaps your hand away quickly, holding them in his big ones. "suck it." he ordered, watching your smile grew wider. "why so needy? were you already planning this all along?" you said, shifting closer to him so there's no more space between the both of you. "sure. i'll do it. but you'll have to do a favor for me, too." you said again,getting up from the table and wait for him to strip. he stood up, sliding his sweats down and place them beside the table. but this time, he went to the sofa, sitting on it then leaning comfortably back while manspreading.

you looked at him with lust, his tongue going over his bottom lips, wetting them then biting them afterwards. he watches you walk towards him, your knee purposely hitting his crotch as you lean in to give his jaw a nice lingering kisses, to his lips. "how long have you been keeping this from me, hm?" you mumbled in the kiss, enjoying his taste. "ever since you appeared like a damn angel in front of me and decided to become my friend." he held your jaw with his hand, caressing them. you ran your hand from his bicep, down to his chest. gently touching every part as possible to make him shudder. you pulled away from the kiss, going down as he watches your every move. your tits, holding onto its dear life in the top you had. it looked like it want to pop out in any second you make a risky move. and your tight low rise jeans. ah, don't mention it anymore. he loves it when you wear that kind of clothes.

after you had took off his boxer, his dick sprung out, precum leaking to his base. "fuck, who are you going big for? me?" you said, grabbing his cock gently, kissing the pink aching tip. he hissed in pleasure, throwing his head back. "who else do i have to keep this dick for? of course it was for you, angel." oh god, that nickname has you every time. you licks his cock slowly, going down and fitting the whole base in your mouth. as you suck him off. him, on the other hand are sweating, tears started to form in that boy's eyes. he had his hands placed prettily under your chin so he has a better view while the other caress your hair ever so sweetly. he is this sweet when receiving a blowjob? oh you could do this everyday if it means he is. "mmh, such a good girl. other boys must not be this thick, right? i know you enjoy this so much, baby." he said in between moans, grunts. you swirl your tongue, making a popping sound when letting his cock go. he felt empty, and cold.

yunho pouted, watching his dick being held and watched by you. "y/n.. why did you do that? more please.." he begged, grabbing your free hand and holding them in his. "i want a favor back." you gently pump his cock, watching him biting his bottom lip. "what is it hm..?" he hummed, thinking about what you possibly want. you leaned and lay your cheeks on his cock, looking up to him. "i want you to cover for me for the presentation soon."

and that, you were being sat on his lap while he does his revision. your top thrown away even god don't know where, your jeans and red panties thrown at the sofa. now, you're being forced to sit on his dick that has cummed a few times because you moved a little. you were facing behind, hugging him so tightly, hoping to not make a certain move or he takes a break to play with your hardened tits again. i said, again. you shuddered at the feeling of his liquid constantly coming out and its touching your walls. "y/n baby, don't move please? i've said this a thousandth times already." as he put his pen down, he pulled you so that you're leaning on the edge of the table and facing him. "aww, why are you crying baby? come on, i'm can take a break now can i?"

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hehe a small yunho smut for ya'll <3 i miss this man so much and have you seen his airport look? god damn i would devour every single inch of it. and have ya'll seen seonghwa's gianna boyfriend?? goshh if he's not putting a shirt on i'm gonna suck those tits LMAO lmk if theres any error guys.. and remember to drop some hot ass smut thoughts on my inbox please im beggin u