#and that we have to switch over to the light rail from there .

[lovetogether]

Gonna be commuting to the city this year for our classes and dad is already telling us of like five different stations we can go to to get to our school from the main city and we have no clue how to tell him we literally went over yesterday and got down a good route with our social worker and adding more to the whole thing is very overwhelming.

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤”

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫! - Ghostface gangbang (with one Michael Myers mask)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: celebrity!reader, guards! Toji, Sukuna, Choso, Satoru, Suguru and Kento, reader has healing abilities, knife kink/light cutting, no blood since reader heals, light bondage with chains, ghost face with one Michael Myers mask gangbang, you have tits for this, titty fucking, face/pussy slapping, pain kink, praise/degradation, pain kink, fingering/anal fingering, ass eating, face fucking/cock sucking, handjob, pussy slapping, toys, double/triple penetration, anal, hair pulling, spitting, spitting water in your mouth, cum swallowing, creampie, choking

𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 14 minutes - 4k (of mostly nasty smut)

Oreo: this has reminded me why gangbangs are my favorite

Your phone lights up with a text, your Mom sent you a link. Opening it brings you to a page with a bright bold red header where it proclaims ‘Single for 1 year?! She can’t seem to get a date and goes to dinner alone!’

You scroll to see the attached picture of you surrounded with by your guards. “Oh! There is a trashy tabloid going around talking about my dating life. Apparently I was alone last night cause all six of you don’t count!”

Toji shrugs a large shoulder, “Who cares if it looks like you’re single, they don't need to know the truth.” The end of his blunt casts a red glow on Toji’s handsome face.

You sigh and click on the appearing text bubble, “My Mom is caring otherwise she wouldn’t have sent me to link to it. Along with; I won’t judge your choices, though I am worried about you not pursuing a relationship. Are they just not for you or did something happen?” A large warm body presses you against the cold glass railing of the balcony. Warm large hands squeeze your hips.

You look up into Sukuna’s face, your head resting against his chest. “What are you gonna tell her?” Toji nudges Sukuna’s arm to get him to take the fat blunt.

Looking out at the city below. “I’m sure as hell not saying that I’m fucking all of the personal guards they hired for me and that y’all cock-block any dating opportunities that come my way.”

He grabs your hair yanking your back holding the blunt to your lips. He sneers, “We do plenty of sharing between each other. Who else could you need.” Sukuna pulls the blunt away, and you blow a large puffs of smoke into the night’s sky.

Toji adds on, “‘Side we all cuddle you, take you out on dates, we switch out who sleeps in the bed with you. You had six different valentines.” He leans against the glass railing. Tugging on your robe’s ribbon causing it to fall open.

Satoru announces, “Oo someone tweeted what if she is fucking one of the guards. She close, but it isn’t just one, you’re too much of a cock hungry whore for only one.” Leaning up against the glass on the other side of you Satoru joins Toji in fondling your soft breasts. Swirling his soft thumb over your nipple, getting it hard.

You’ve been waiting all day to be sandwiched in between your guards. With one pressing their hard cock into your lower back while two play with your tits. You slowly inhale the harsh smoke from the blunt that Sukuna holds to your lips.

Suguru looks at Satoru’s phone then lightly hits Satoru’s shoulder.“You should unlike it they’re gonna think it’s you, that choice is up to her, if she decides to make it.” Taking the short blunt from Sukuna to puff on.

Satoru rolls his eyes before removing his like, “Ok ok.” Sukuna roughly smacks your ass and steps away for Satoru to sweep you off your feet.

You think about it aloud, “If they got a screenshot of that then my actions with all you are going to be heavily analyzed.” Spreading your fingers out on his chest, looking up at him as he carries you to the sex room. “Especially with you, going out the two of us is gonna be seen differently, tea channels are gonna have a field day.”

Satoru smiles, “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy seeing some of the shipping content out there.” A few of your fans had created some fanart of your guards and you. Which you saved to your phone.

He points out, “This will only give them a little fuel for their ships.” He kisses the top of your head and you’re wondering if you should play into it a little.

You admit, “Is is a bit fun to see. And who could blame me, especially with how unprofessional three of you were from the start, my pussy didn’t stand a chance.”

You dig your painted nails into Satoru’s chest, leaving bright pink lines. “It’s mostly your fault, you were the first one.”

Satoru teases you, “The way you were practicing drooling over me after I unbuttoned my shirt a little too cool off had me wanting to put your pretty mouth to use and I’ll do it again.” You bite his chest, his hold doesn’t waver but his pace does as he moans.

Sukuna walks past and pushes the door open, “Let’s go ahead n’ tie her up with some chains.” When Satoru carries you throug.

Kento and Choso have a ghost face mask on. Are they all going to be wearing one? Your pussy hopes they do.

Satoru drops you on the bed, straightening you out on your back, folding your legs by your side. Kneeling at the edge of the bed to kiss your wet cunt. Gliding his tongue in, you slip your hands into his soft white hair.

Suguru walks up, mask on and with the Michael Myers one in hand. Which Satoru pulls away to grab when Suguru nudges him with it. “Happy early Halloween, it’s close enough right? I figured why not do something a little seasonal.” He climbs onto the bed and yanks you into the middle by your hair.

Kento gets on the bed next to you, his hard cock swinging, you love how he’s so heavy he hangs. His voice is soothing, “What do you think about this?”

You gently grab Kento’s thick cock swirling your thumb on his cockhead. “I wanna be gangfucked till the sun rises or I pass out.” You kiss the freckle close to his pre-cum dripping slit you adore.

Satoru praises, “‘Course you do beautiful, we are gonna fuck your pretty ass stupid.” Satoru straddles your neck and part of your face. When you look down all you see are his balls.

He squeezes your fat, soft tits together with his cock in between. “Pour some lube on her tits for me Choso.” His balls are so close to your face. Lifting your head up to lick and suck on Satoru’s nuts.

Choso joins you on the bed whilst reminding you. “You’re safe word is melons remember to say yellow if you need us to slow down, and red for a break.” He grabs your hand, pouring lube into your palm. Then guiding your hand to his cock for you to stroke.

You hold your other hand out for some lube to jerk Kento off. Choso then squirts a generous amount onto your breasts. It slowly drips until Satoru smears it with slow strokes of his cock.

Satoru groans, “I want to cover her in cum, her beautiful face, soft tits, squishy thighs and her gorgeous cunt.” Slowly fucking your beautiful soft breasts. Whilst enjoying your warm mouth on his soft balls.

Jerking Choso and Kento off, swirling your hand slowly along their cocks. Swiping your thumb over their heads and keeping your pace steady.

Sukuna groans, “I’m fuckin her beautiful, sofa ass into a gapping mess. Seeing her in that skin tight gown all night, I know y’all know what I’m talking about.” Two different hands spread your legs apart, one rougher than the other. “Makin’ her ass look like a delicious peach.”

Arching your hips down from the sudden intense vibrations from toy on your clit. Laying your head back on the bed with a loud moan. Another hand presses on your stomach keeping you still.

Your thighs tremble, and your cunt quivers when you feel a wet tongue swirl around your tight asshole. “Nnnn! Plug your cum inside my ass when you’re done.” Moaning as he quickly pushing his tongue in to you. Both of your holes clench as you feel two small, smooth warm metal balls of Sukuna’s tongue piercing.

Satoru ruts his hips faster, gliding his long cock between your soft fat breasts. Squishing them together with his large hands, his groans are loud and breathy.

You love hearing all of them groan, moan, and whines as they enjoy themselves. If they weren't there you could masturbate listening recording to the sounds they make when they cum.

Whining, “It’s too much!” The pressure is intense, you’re unable to pull your hips away they follow your clit with the toy.

You can hear the jiggle of chains as the bed dips with someone’s weight.

“But I just started, how could it be too much already?” The condescension dripping from Suguru’s tone has your cheeks burning. “Besides isn't this what you wanted?” Suguru slowly swirls the toy increasing the pressure till it borders on painful.

Toji says, “Go ahead n’ tie the chains around her tits and neck.” Satoru smothers you with his balls by sitting on your face. Wrapping your breasts by coiling the chains around them once. Then moving back wrap it around your throat. He tugs on both ends squeezing your neck and tits.

Kento grabs your wrists, using your hand to get themselves off. Kento’s guides your hand slower, as he massages your breasts. His gentle touch is always a wonderful contrast to how rough the other’s get.

“I can't believe I'm getting off on this, I've become a dirty old pervert for your beautiful tits and soft pussy.” It made Kento’s cock rock hard seeing the chain wrapping around your tits, squishing the plump fat, whilst restricting some blood flow. You had corrupted him.

Choso groans, “Your hand feels so soft on my cock.” Grabbing your fist to keep it still so he can fuck your hand. Gently rubbing your hard nipple with his thumb,

Satoru pulls the chains again strangling your cry and pulling your body taunt. Your hands pause as you try to focus on not squeezing Choso and Kento.

“Don’t yank on her too hard, the chains are already harsh.” Kento drags a finger along the chain wrapped around your breast, feeling the soft fat spilling over.

Satoru eases up, but keeps the chain tight around your throat. Smacking his long, pale cock on your face whilst you suffocate. Rubbing his cock head along your lips, his pre-cum tastes so sweet. Opening your mouth, Satoru glides his cock in quickly.

Choso grabs the chain from Satoru’s hand, “Deep breaths.” He waits for you to catch your breath. Peeling up his mask to softly kiss you, sliding his tongue past your lips when you moan.

Satoru groans stroking his cock next next to your face. “The camera is recording what a whore you are. We are going to show you tomorrow, have you ride a dildo, and play with your asshole while you watch it. How does that sound?”

Choso lifts his head, holding his cock near your face. “Can you deep throat my fat cock with your pretty mouth?” You kiss his cockhead before softly licking up the mess up pre-cum. Then taking him deep into your mouth with a loud groan. Fondling his large balls with one hand.

Satoru jerk his fist faster watching you suck Choso off. “You’re such a good lil’ cock sucker. Are you getting off having Choso’s fat cock in your mouth while Sukuna eats your ass.” You groan to respond, closing your watery eyes.

You switch in between licking and sucking on one cock to pay attention to the other. Resting your tired hand on the bed, before giving up on moving your head too. As Choso and Satoru turn your head from side to side, taking turns fucking your mouth.

Kento slides your hand off his cock to rub himself against your plump, soft breast. “I’ll give you a massage after being a good girl for us tonight.” Nudging your fat with his fat cock head, smearing pre-cum on you.

Kento guides your hand back to his cock. “Before we take the chains off I want to take a picture of you laying here looking sexy covered and dripping cum. I can’t get enough of seeing you looking fucked out.” It’s one of the main reasons he got hooked on joining in on the planned gangbangs Satoru would get the other’s in on.

Two thick fingers into your dripping wet cunt with a soft squelch. “Look at this, she’s already soaking wet, you’re a depraved whore say it.” Toji’s deep voice is unmistakable. Your soaking wet pussy quivering around his thick fingers as the pressure and pleasure build in tandem.

Satoru nudges your cheek, smearing some pre-cum on it. Choso glides his cock out with a loud pop. “I’m a depraved whore, I love being a dirty slut please use me to help you cum.” Turning your head taking Satoru’s cock. He smacks your lips then sets a quick and merciless pace, gagging you with his long, veiny dick.

Suguru rubs your clit a little faster, easing up on the intense pressure. Working with Toji to get you off while Sukuna enjoys himself with your ass. Holding out three fingers prompting Choso to grab the near by bottle of lube to pour some onto them.

Your ass stretches for three thick probing fingers that can reach deeper than his tongue can. Scissoring his fingers apart rough, pumping them quickly, making your body slightly bounce.

You’re getting off on how six muscular masked men are entertaining themselves with your ass, cunt, clit, tits, hands and mouth. You’re hoping they trap a mixture of their cum inside you with a plug.

Toji points out, “I think she’s gonna cum n’ so fucking quickly. I don't think she should cum yet. No reason why other than fuck her.” Suguru lifts the vibrator off your clit as Toji glides his fingers out.

Sukuna keeps playing with your ass, it’s enough that you can taste that sweet peaking orasgamic high of cumming.

Sukuna mocks you, “You’re a dirty slut, look at that! The bitch kind of came anyway.” some creamy cum drip from your small quivering hole he sneers, “Looks like you only ruined it for her.” He pinches your sensitive clit making your hips jerk back. Stuffing some of your slick into your ass with each pump of is thick fingers.

Toji states, “She deserve it for being a filthy whore.” Someone smacks your cunt, once, twice, you stop counting after the fourth. Trembling you have to fight the urge to twist your hips away as your cunt stings.

Choso croons, “Are they being mean to your pretty cunt?” He leans down “She was good and took all those hits we should let her cum.” Satoru pulls his Michael Myers mask up to spit on your face.

Suguru holds the pulsing toy to your stinging, throbbing clit. The sweet pleasure easing some of the stinging pain. You focus on each quick circling motion of the toy eager to cum.

You’re begging them, “I wanna cum! Please lemme cum! I wanna make a mess!” Whining as the three thick fingers in your ass glide out.

A pulsing thin toy nudges your wet hole, which easily gives for the toy. It’s size getting thicker the more you take. Till you reach a thick knot that won’t slide in easily. Causing him to have to use a little more force.

Arching your hips, your eyes sting with tears as your ass throbs from taking the thick knot. “I hope that fuckin’ hurt dumb lil slut, I wanna see and hear you crying! Your ass looks so hot taking all of it. I wonder,” he tugs on the toy’s short stumpy handle. The knot isn’t budging, tugging on your ass, too thick to slip out like his fingers did.

Your thighs are burning as they tremble. A large hand on your stomach keeps you from moving too much. They are all working in together to keep you from getting away.” Choso straddles your neck fills your mouth with his cock. Abandoning the chain leash as he grabs your hair and fucks your throat.

You can’t tell who wraps your hand around their thick cock but you don’t care. You too drunk off the overstimulation to focus on moving your hand. So they jerk them off, swirling your fist, swiping your thumb over their cock head. They’re so warm and heavy in your palm, you want them inside any of your wet holes.

Your moans creating pleasurable vibrations that make him messily rut his hips. “Nnnn when she moans goddamm, I wanna cum in her mouth.” He fucks your moan faster, gagging you when he gives you all of his cock. Choso is so much thicker than Satoru, making it harder to deep throat him.

Satoru suggests, “Let’s play a game she has to guess whose fucking her from the back. Then she can cum.” Choso glides his cock out, Kento let’s your hand go, Suguru lifts the toy off your clit causing you to whine.

Choso carefully gets you on all fours, then orders you, “Keep your eyes forward you can suck Kento and I’s cocks but don't cheat by peaking.” He moves over for Kento to kneel beside him. Just having their large cocks in your face shouldn’t turn you on so much but it does. You feel like such a dirty, cock hungry slut.

Holding both cocks, moaning as you give Kento attention. Closing your eyes and enjoying feeling his thick cock slide along your tongue. His head nudging your throat, going deeper till you’ve taken every inch.

You hold your head still letting Kento enjoy the wet, tight warmth of your throat. As it squeezes him, your body softly jerking as you gag.

Kento moans, “Nnnn fuck me that feels so gooood when you take me just like that. You’re so beautiful, nnn,” bobbing your head, quickly taking Kento’s fat cock. “wrapping you pretty lips, hhhhn sucking me off like you need my cum.” Gliding him out with a loud pop and kissing beneath Kento’s cockhead.

A cockhead too fat to be Satoru’s lines up with your cunt. Your thoughts linger in between Toji and Suguru when you don’t feel Sukuna’s piercing beneath the large cock head.

Kento slowly rocks his hips, slowly fucking your wet mouth. Causing spit to drip down your chin which smears onto his balls when they brush against.

A cold knife drags along your cheek, causing you to tense up then squirm. The cut heals seconds after he creates it. One, two three and fuck! You’re so full of someone’s thick, veiny cock.

You’re sandwich in between Kento, Choso and one of your guards. The thought of that is getting you. toy for them to fuck until their balls are empty.

Clenching the fat cock whilst listening for a single groan or any vocal indication of who is fucking you. As they slide the knife across the bottom of your back.

If they would groan once you would know if it’s Toji or Suguru. You focus on the way their fucking you to try and decide between the two. It’s hard to focus for too long, whoever it is hitting your soaking wet pussy in a perfect, eye rolling, toe curling and pussy clenching angle.

He grabs the short handle of the toy vibrating in your ass. The thick knot slides in and out of you a little easier after your asshole got used to it.

Slowly glide the blade along your thigh and stuffing the toy in deep, the vibrations pulsing stronger than before. He made it intense, you swear you can feel it in your cunt.

Smacking your cheek with a large hand, the strike is to quick for you to get a good judge off whose hand it is.

Kento’s pace is getting sloppy, as he ruts into your mouth a little faster. His broad shoulder curling in as he trembles. His tight tensing up as he bites his bottom lip. Thick warm cum spurts into your mouth, he tastes so sweet, it’s so thick and creamy on your tongue.

Stuffing his cum into your throat with a messy thrust then gliding his cock out. “Thank you darling, l needed that.” Choso moves over as Kento leans down, grabbing your throat. His thick fingers pressing the chains into your neck as he lifts you up to kiss your forehead.

You can’t glance behind you in time before Choso stops you from breaking the rule. As Kento gets off the bed slowly pulling off the mask, and taking a seat to watch.

You whine, “Not fair, moan once! Say anything!” You bounce back, pressing your ass and thighs flush against him. The thighs pressing against your’s are thick, with muscles too hard to be Suguru. He is incredibly well built, but Toji’s muscles are something else.

The muscles of his arms, thighs and abs had a harsh rigidness the other didn’t. His body feels like a greek statue that’s has life breathed into it. With a waist that feels too damn slutty.

You whine, “Toji!” He grabs a handful of your ass and the roughness of his hand lets you know you’re right. Your body roughly rocks forward with his next harsh thrusts.

Toji groans, his deep voice sounds so damn good when he’s getting off. It’s a smooth, deep sound that is the cherry on top.

You’re squirting on Toji’s far veiny cock. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The toy vibrating in her ass fuck I can feel it. Fuck it’s like her pussy is a vibrating toy clenching me. So fuckin’ wet!” He pumps the in your ass in time with thrusts, his strength keeps the toy’s knot from catching.

His fat cock twitches slightly, and the pulse in his veins feels like he’s throbbing inside you. “Nnnn I want someone to fuck his cum into me. Please lemme cum on your thick cock too.”

Sukuna declares in confusion, “Was that cheating?!”

Satoru defense your case, “We only said she couldn’t look back, using her body to feel up Toji isn’t against the rules. Meaning our chain bound slut gets to cum on our cocks tonight.”

“You’re going to bully her anyway.” You glance over at Suguru, a blunt between his lips, and his dark hair pulled back. With a few locks of his bangs framing his handsome face.

He winks, snuffs out the blunt and pulls his mask on. “Let’s switch.” Toji slowly glides his cock out smacking your cum dripping cunt with the flat of the knife.

Toji groans, “Her slutty lil’ cunt looks so good dripping my cum.” He dips his head down and glides his tongue in. “What a messy pussy squirting on me like that.” He stretches your hole apart to see how his white cum looks against the pink insides of your pussy. Before walking off, the blunt that Suguru ashed out on his mind. Passing the knife to Sukuna.

Choso grabs the chain leash and says, “Wrists behind your back.” He carefully binds your wrists, making your bsck softly arch, pushing your bound breasts forward.

Sukuna roughly yanks the toy out of your ass. Replacing it with a different one, the wildly vibrating model made after his cock. He orders, “Sit up, let Choso get underneath you so he can use your pretty cunt to get himself off whilst I double stuff your ass.”

Sukuna smacks your ass, grabbing the long chain between your neck and shoulders. Yanking you upright before you can move for yourself.

Choso leans back on his heals, thighs spread apart letting his heavy cock hang in between. “I want her to myself when y'all are done.” He gets off the bed and takes the blunt Toji passes.

You ask Choso, “What are you planning for me handsome?”Watching him jerk his cock slowly. His cock with it’s far head, upward curve and two puffy veins is pussy watering. Especially when he slides his hand down and his heavy, long cock start to droop. He’s perfect cock is so heavy, long, and thick.

You’re folding at the sight Choso with his ghost face mask on, his broad muscular chest, hard abs, and thick, pale tattooed arm. Choso looks good manspreading, his thighs are perfect to ride.

Sukuna stuffed ass with his fat cock makes it nearly impossible to listen to Choso explain, “You want some ghostface roleplay, how can I tell your pretty self no? I'm going to chase you around then pin you down and fuck you at knife point for a happy early Halloween.”

You look up at Sukuna’s masked face when he loudly moans, “You’re right, fuck n’ I thought she was like a toy before hand. But this, her vibrating double stuffed ass clenching my cock is gonna make me cum too quickly.”

Suguru climbs into the bed laying down and holding his cock up. “Let me feel our slutty mama’s pretty whore pussy on my fat cock. Sukuna holds a knife to your throa, taking the moment to himself to roughly fuck your ass.

Suguru strokes his cock, watching as the tears slip down your cheeks. Your pussy is dripping Toji’s cum as Sukuna pounds your ass. “She looks so hot when she’s helpless.”

Sukuna grunts, “It’s not enough, I wanna break her, fuck her ass till she can't move..” Sukuna digs the knife’s tip into your throat, blood slowly trickles down before he eases up.

Satoru chimes, “Tell me whose cum taste better, Kento’s or mine!” Whilst joining Sukuna, Suguru and you on the bed.

Kento passes Satoru a water bottle, his cock already half hard. “Since you like spitting so much you can spit some water into her mouth first.“

Sukuna encourages, “Fuckin cry you stupid sexy lil brat!” He slides the knife across your throat, over your shoulder and down your side. He drags the knife in a swirl over your cheek, your healing keeping up with as fast as he can cut. The stinging like the cut is fleeting, reigniting when he smacks your cheek with the large knife.

Sukuna drops the knife to folds your legs by your sides. Stopping with his cock balls deep and the toy still vibrating inside you. He makes you take Suguru’s thick cock in your sore sensitive cunt quickly.

The combination of their cocks and the toy stretching the skin between both holes taunt. They aren't moving and you’re already on the verge of overtimulation. Suguru slides his soft hand up your stomach towards your breasts.

You look down at Suguru, you can't get over how hot they look in their mask. “I want all six of you to stage a break in and then use me wearing these mask for the festive Halloween season is over.”

Suguru croons, “You’re such a dirty slut for us. You want it even rougher and nastier don't you?” You’re squirming on Sukuna’s and Suguru’s fat cocks. Rubbing Sukuna’s cock piercing inside your ass.

Suguru strokes your clit with his thumb. You’re still so sensitive from squirting on Toji’s cock. Both holes quiver clenching Suguru and Sukuna large cocks.

Sukuna lets both of your legs go, grabbing the near by knife. Gliding it along the harsh chains leaving imprints on your soft breast. Dragging it up the supple curve, Sukuna presses the tip into your sensitive nipple making you squirm.

Satoru drinks some water, squishes both cheeks with one large hand then spits water into your open mouth. The second you swallow it and open your mouth for more Sukuna yanks your head back.

“Hurry and pour it in her mouth.” His rough thrusts are slowly picking up pace. He can't wait any longer, your soft wet ass is clenching his cock begging him to fuck you.

Sukuna’s cock is wonderfully punishing. Stretching and slamming into you with toe curling, body quivering strength. You love how Sukuna fucks you like a toy.

Satoru pours water into your mouth, some of it trickles down your chin and neck as you do your best chug. Whilst Sukuna drags the sharp blade along your soft nipple. You choke and before you can regain your breath Sukuna is shoving over Suguru and Satoru is stuffing his cock in your open mouth.

Spit drips down your chin as he roughly fucks your throat. Gagging you and crooning “Aw she’s crying how fuckin’ hot, look up at me.” You do your best to look up at Satoru’s white mask, his bright blue eyes not covered by black fabric.

You get glimpses of a feral, hungry and playful looking in his piercing blue eyes. You would beg for him to keep fucking you till his balls can't make anymore cum if it wasn't for his cock in your mouth.

It feels so good to have three handsome masked men roughly fucking you. You’re their cum and cock hungry slut. It’s the only thought going through you head.

The wooden frame of the bed groan in protest as they roughly fuck their hard, throbbing cocks into you. Suguru’s fondles your sore breasts, squeezing your side gently. Whilst mercilessly fucking up your sensitive squelching pussy.

You’re quickly losing the ability to think. Why should you anyway when all you need to be is their cock drunk whore.

Suguru brings up, “Let’s place bets on long she can last before the six of us are too much for her. After Choso we can pass her down the line until her slutty ass n’ cunt can’t handle anymore cock n’ cum.”

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[rottiens]

𐙚 contents. not established relationship, jealous gōjō, exhibitionism, mentions of reader x getō, masturbation (m -> f), fem!reader, alcohol, interrupted orgasm. | 1.7k

Gojo holds a lollipop between his fingers, pulling it out of his mouth from time to time. His lips, naturally pink like the roses in the Jujutsu tech garden, are now stained with the artificial reddish hue that melts in his mouth. The lollipop is almost consumed and, if you looked closely, you'd realize it's about to disappear with a few more licks.

Everyone else has a beer in their hands, except for him and you. You fiddle with your phone, switching it from one hand to the other as you talk to Shoko and Mei Mei, trying to keep yourself busy and sober. These days have been long and difficult for you, and you need to stay as clear-headed as possible to avoid saying something you might regret.

From time to time you glance at Geto, who gives you back an lopsided smile that you respond to. But when you look at Gojo, although he tries to hide it, you are quicker and catch him watching you through the blindfold.

Gojo sucks on the lollipop, forcefully wiping away a smile that threatens to escape, and turns his attention to Nanami, who was forced by you to come to this meeting and is saying something seemingly interesting that keeps Gojo's attention occupied.

Shoko asks you something, but you weren't paying attention and you feel guilty. Guilty for not performing well on your last few missions, guilty for having three unfinished reports scattered on your desk, guilty for not paying attention to your friend, and guilty because you're sleeping with two of your coworkers, trying not to lose your mind and two friendships in the process.

"I'm sorry," you apologize to Shoko and walk away from the conversation with a banal excuse without waiting for a response.

You flee to the balcony, open the glass window and lean forward over the railing, letting your body lurch out into the vast emptiness of the road. The damp breeze stirs your hair and cools you a little, but does almost nothing in the face of the heat in your cheeks.

The back of your neck bristles and your spine is struck by an invisible whip that makes you straighten your body, as if someone is lifting your shoulders. You prepare to flee before it's too late, but it's already too late. The smell of Gojo's cursed energy suffocates you like a heavy fog, a clear sign that he is marking his territory and flaunting his power. He's in front of you, still sucking on what little is left of the round lollipop, about to be consumed.

"Satoru!" you feign surprise followed by a forced smile, even though you both know that you and all the guests knew he was there. "Hey, we haven't had time to talk."

He looks you up and down. Though his eyes are covered, he could easily watch you without you noticing, but he makes it obvious, shaking his head exaggeratedly as he shamelessly examines you. Unlike the others, you've removed your uniform jacket, remaining only in dark blue baggy pants and a white tank top.

"That's because you've been avoiding me," he accuses you, sucking exaggeratedly on the lollipop, pulling it out of his mouth and bringing with it a trickle of saliva that he quickly catches with his tongue.

"I…" Focus. "I wanted to spend more time with the girls."

"I'm not talking about now." Gojo takes two steps forward and you have nowhere to run. The short distance between you forces you to lift your face slightly to look at him and cling to reality by tightening your grip on the iron bars. His broad shoulders cover the entrance, hiding you from the people inside the building and creating a contrast between the lights bouncing off his body. "We haven't spoken in days."

"That's because I've been busy." You cross your arms over your chest. Gojo chuckles softly.

"Are you fucking him?" he asks, playing with the lollipop in his mouth. His tongue curls around the sweet girth and flicks it against his pearly teeth purposefully, causing a clicking sound.

"Who?" you dare to ask, the corners of his mouth stretching.

"You want me to use names?"

"Satoru…" you warn him, cornered like an animal, he takes another step closer.

"You smell like him." Your first reaction is to deny it. To say it wasn't what he was thinking, that he was wrong. But that never worked with gojo, when he confronted you it was because he probably already knew everything. So you shut up. "You're not going to deny it then…, fine." He chews, hard. Breaking the candy into small pieces.

"You don't have to be jealous."

Gojo shrugs. "I'm not." He takes another step, still chewing. Another step, and he's completely in front of you. You can't see the entrance, hear the music, or see anything but him. The sensation disarms your shields, your arms drop and surrender to either side of your body, your lower lip trembles.

"Satoru…" you call out to him, you implore him, not sure what you really want to say.

You see his Adam's apple bob up and down. You swallow. A long finger emerges from his sides at your face and you lose your normal breathing rhythm for a moment. You don't feel it, but his finger runs that invisible line between the vast nothingness and your skin from jaw, neck, chest, down to the bare skin of your navel that the top doesn't cover, there, gojo lands with his whole hand. He still stops you from feeling it, but even so the thought makes you shudder.

"Please say something." You ask, shifting your body weight between your heels.

"Do you really want to hear me talk?" Slowly, painfully, you feel the warmth of his palm manifest itself in your abdomen, above your pelvis. Your skin instantly bristles reacting to his touch. "I made you a q-"

You don't let him finish, you're nodding your head before. Gojo laughs, "I don't care who you fuck. As long as you answer my texts, as long as you open the door when I call. As long as…" his fingers push your skin down, pressing against your stomach as they go down… and down into your pants. "Hm, there it is," he chuckles again and his breath rakes your ear. He was so close now that it seemed like you were hugging him if anyone was watching you from afar. "I miss this pussy." Gojo separates your folds with his middle and ring fingers, and what he finds doesn't surprise him. You were already wet, making his job easier. Gojo exposes your clit to his raw touch and with the help of the rough area of the pad of his fingers he begins to rub slowly.

"Not here…" you say, squeezing the sleeve of his uniform. Sticking you closer to his body.

"You don't want Suguru to see you like this?" gojo tsks, tracing rough strokes that make you melt all over him. Immediately your pussy becomes a puddle, sensitive and in need of attention.

This kind of unstable situation between you and Gojo had been going on for months. You were friends, was what he said. But friends don't kiss, don't touch each the way you do, don't hold hands when they're alone. They don't look at you like Gojo does, they don't knock on your door at three in the morning because they were gone for three days and the first thing they have to do is kiss you.

So it was confusing. What led you to make a bad decision….

"I don't mind you fucking him too because you know what?" Gojo growls into the line of your neck, sucking on the skin before speaking again. "Because this pussy belongs to me." You moan at his words, your juices wetting his knuckles. Inevitably, you spread your legs wider and allow him to slide a finger easily inside you. "You're mine."

You moan again, this time you cry against his chest allowing him to finger fuck you, it's embarrassing the sticky sound that fills the balcony, but you need him to keep talking so you can reach orgasm, it's unfair the way your body recognizes and reacts to him. Too immersed in the sensations he alone provokes in you to even think about the idea of the other sorcerers noticing what might be happening just a few feet away from them.

"Make me cum," you implore.

"More?" Gojo mimics you in an exaggerated tone of voice.

Then he stops and pulls away from you, his fingers leaving your pants as quickly as they entered and you watch him bring his fingers to those pretty red lips to lick them.

"Satoru…" you cry out, confused.

"So sweet." He smiles, still with his own fingers in his mouth.

"Why are you stopping?"

"Do you want me to keep going?" You open your lips to answer, but seal them again. Gojo was cupping your pussy over your pants, stroking condescendingly, pushing in just enough to make the folds of your pussy eat your panties, you were burning from the inside out. "Enjoy the party. I'm leaving." He says, kissing your sweaty temple before pulling away completely.

You try to yell for him, but gojo had already turned his back on you and was walking towards the entrance. "Tell Suguru to have fun and oh, please. Tell him I'm not jealous, that would be ridiculous," he turns around just in time to smirk and then pout. "I'm outraged. You guys thought I'd be dumb enough not to notice," gojo presses a hand dramatically to his chest. "That offends me… I made up the whole looking across the room at you and getting caught smiling at each other because I can't stop looking at you. I'm outraged!" he repeats. "Because we all could have been having fun together, but you decided to be selfish," he clicks his tongue. "Anyway…, I'll see you both tomorrow if I decide to come early. Bye, bye! ♡"

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Harvey (SDV)- One Glass Was all it Took (SMUT)

Hi, just dropping off this fanfic for you. Eat it up. hope yall enjoy I started this legit at 10am TODAY. This is the fastest I’ve written in a bit and the first fic I’ve finished in months (I’m so sorry)

The Harvey brain rot is real.

4-7-24

5.2k words

Your pov-

The sun was setting and I was relaxing on the porch swing, looking at the sky changing colors. It was a relaxing day, it rained in the morning, which made it easy to pet and collect from the animals, but annoying to  harvest the crops that were ready. It stopping raining at about four, and by then I was already done for the day. I contemplated going fishing or heading to the mines for a few hours to make up some of that wasted time but I ended up just cleaning and re-arranging some of the house. The birds were singing, still warm out but a cool breeze drifted through the trees. It was perfect out. 

"Enjoying the sunset?" I heard Harvey ask, I looked over and he was by the produce bin. I wasn't expecting him at all.

"Yeah, so pretty tonight." I smiled. He didn't come up into the porch, he leaned against the railing in front of me, a bottle of wine in hand being held out to me.

"I had to go to Zuzu City today, I picked this up on my way out. Think you'll enjoy it." He smiled as I leaned off the swing and grabbed it from him.

"This is my job." I giggled. It's a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, the label boasting a 10 year age and top quality French grapes.

"Just a little bit of payback for all the stuff you've brought me." He smiled,"I-"

"Should I get glasses?" I asked,"you don't have to leave so soon do you?"

"I can stay for a bit." He leaned off the railing as I stood up.

"Perfect, come in."

Half and hour later-

"…Just a bunch of city and small town doctors and donors looking to shell out money. If I was convincing enough hopefully a few donors will step up and donate some money to the clinic.” He took a sip from his glass and looked at me,” It's a decent drive to the city, i don’t mind it. I use to intern at the Zuzu hospital, but when I heard they didn't have a doctor in this town, that the other towns also driving to the city for healthcare, I settled in." His eyes looked away from the now dusky blue sky and looked at him, which were watching him intently," why are you here? Besides your grandfathers passing, I don’t think you’ve told me.”

"I wasn't doing so well back home...so when we did get the news grandpa died my parents saw it as a way for me to get a new fresh start...and it worked, but boring I'll be honest. Three years, everyday almost the same." I shrugged my shoulders and finished the last of my glass. We both were only on the first glass, talking more than drinking.

"I get that. In a town so small it's easy to fall into a repetition...only reason why I've kept my car. I could sell it, put that money into the clinic, but when people in the outside towns needs assistance and they can't get here I get to switch it up and go to them."  He looked down at his glass and then back to me,"it's important to find joy in daily life, especially when you're life is a lot of physical work....its also important to find the time to relax."

"Yeah, but there's always something that has to get done over here or someone needs something." His hand came down and sat just above my knee.

"You need to start making time for yourself." His face was serious, but not scolding. His brows lightly furrowed together, but his eyes held a caring look.

"Doctors orders?" I smiled, a chuckle trailing behind the words and I felt my cheeks flush. Luckily it was darker out but the porch light was still on.

"Doctors orders." He smiled, his eye contact was held with mine. He did look like he was contemplating something, his eyes slightly looking down below mine before locking back with mine.

Usually it would take me a third glass to get the confidence to make any sort of move, but over the few years I've been here, the conversations we've had, professional settings and non professional, it gave me the confidence.

The swing wasn't big, our legs were comfortably touching, and his hand still sat on my leg. I pushed up just a bit, my lips connecting to his, my heart was pounding out of my chest, but he returned it quickly, the hand on my thigh came to my check and my heart rate relaxed a bit.  His mustache tickled my nose but I didn't mind it at all. We both tasted like wine and I heard his glass tink against the table in his side, his newly free hand softly held my other cheek, mine still holding my glass. He was the first to pull away from the slow kiss.

"(y/n)..."  he whispered before pulling back more and my heart sped up, awaiting rejection,"are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything, Harvey." I replied quickly but not forcefully, he took the glass from my hand and placed it with his on the table behind him.

I could tell he was thinking, quickly contemplating the decisions he could make. He turned back to me, pushing his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose.

"I'm a thirty four year old doctor stuck in place." His thumb brushed my cheek as he spoke.

"And im a twenty five year old who couldn't hold down a job long enough to have a chance to be stable." I confessed,"my last relationship ended with cops and a restraining order."

"I'm sorry to hear that. But (y/n), you said you're bored, you're bored here... I watch the history channel and live quietly."

"You don't get it, Harv. I'm bored cause I'm alone, everyday I wake up and it's just me, you're stuck in place cause it's just you. Don't humans need others around? We are social animals."  He let out a quiet and sharp exhale from him nose, hand still in my cheek that didn't even realize I've relaxed into.

"There are others-"

"Please Harvey, I've already tried, they've all got their own dreams in places I've already tried to live and couldn't....i want quiet but I don't wanna be alone."  His hand slid away from my cheek, just to hold onto my chin,"there's no reason to not try."

"You have to understand that I'm still your doctor and if it doesn't work-"

"If it doesn't work my ass Harvey." I grabbed lightly onto his other wrist,"I've never been more sure of anything.."I leaned forwards,"and you haven't been only  charging me half for no reason, don't think I haven't noticed. You can say you're not the right one but it's obvious Harv-"

He cut me off with his lips, his hand coming to my waste, pulling my body a bit closer to his. I kissed him back quickly not wasting any time, my body was twisted a bit, my hands held onto his jacket covered shoulders. Our lips moved in sync, tongues tangling with each other, heat and want radiating from the both of us.

My hand grabbed onto his tie as I slid off the swing and stood up, our lips didn't disconnect, his big hands sat on my waist as he sat up higher before standing. He was taller than me, so he was bowed down to keep the kiss going and my back pressed against the railing of the porch. He pulled away, and stood up straight, looking down at me. His hand left my waist and he pushed his glasses back up. God he was handsome.

I decided to ditch the glasses that were on  the table and lead him inside by his tie.

When we got to my bedroom he took off his jacket and I loosened his tie before I started undoing his belt while he kicked off his shoes. His hands coming to the bottom of my shirt, slipping it off of my body, dropping it to the floor as he walked me back, the back of my legs feeling the mattress and he unclipped my bra. My thighs pressed together a bit, feeling that pulse between my legs and myself getting wetter. He slid it down my arms and I sat down, his hands running down my body as he slowly got down onto his knees.

"This bruise is concerning."  He ran his thumb on the right side of my ribs and I rolled my eyes.

"I can't even feel it Harv." I rolled my eyes with a smile and cupped his cheek, his cheek and jaw was a bit tickly. He placed a kiss to the top of my chest, kissing my collarbones and then down between my breasts,"if you want to know it's from my goat getting too excited and accidentally butting me."

"I'm glad.." his hand cupped my breast, fingers massaging it, my nipple pressed into his palm as he placed a kiss on my other. My hand sat on the back of his neck, my nails lightly scratching his scalp, his shaggy hair between my fingers," it's nothing serious…but goats are pretty strong,” he looked up at me,”could’ve broken a rib.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as his lips returned to my breast. I propped up on my left arm, his tongue swirled around my nipple, teeth teasing it lightly and I grinded down to on the mattress from the pressure of need building up inside of me. While he places kisses to my breasts his hands came down and undid the button of my jeans, and unzipped them. He pushed up slightly placing a kiss on my sternum and I laid back on my forearm. He hooked his fingers into my jeans, I raised my hips a bit and he pulled them down slowly, my panties going with them. His eyes locked with mine, until the fabric fell to the floor, and now I was naked with him between my legs.

Both of us paused. Suddenly I wish I had drank another glass. His eyes trailed down my body, taking it in.

“Harvey?” I asked, and he looked up at me, his look alone told me I was the one feeling off.

“Sorry…taking it in now.” He pushed my thighs out, spreading my legs wider, and he grew taller, kneeling only on one knee now,”once these glasses come off I can’t exactly see you the best.”

I felt my face blush as his hand ran along the inside of my thigh, and my pussy tighten from his touch. It’s been awhile, a good four years since I’ve been with something other than a vibrator. I felt his thumb slide up my lips, feeling how wet I’ve gotten, then his thumb slipped between and immediately found my clit. My lips parted the moment his thumb pad touched my clit, he slowly and softly dragged his thumb in a circle against it and my head lulled back a bit and I let out a sigh. He trailed a few kisses on the inside of my thigh, mustache tickling and dragging against my skin. His thumb worked a bit faster and my thighs quivered a few times.

“Harvey please.” I pushed out with a breath and I heard him hum lightly. His thumb left my clit and I felt his middle finger circle my wet hole before dipping in causing a moan to rumble in my throat as I bit my lip. His fingers were nice, he had nice hands at that. His fingers were long kind of thick, but nimble none the less. He curled his finger to the curve of my walls as he slowly dragged it in and out. I didn’t realize where he was till I felt the left side of the bed dip a bit.

“Absolutely soaked.” He whispered into my ear and a shiver ran down my spine and I tightened around his finger,”you haven’t had anything in a while, huh?”

“Too busy..mm, too tired at the end of the day.” I answered, feeling him kiss my neck, his stubble scratching lightly at my skin.

He kissed my shoulder with a hum, his middle finger leaving me, but coming back with his ring finger in tow. His fingers slipped right back in, my head couldn’t help my fall back, the front of my neck completely bared to him. He curled his fingers to my anatomy again and he sped up the slightest. I could feel how wet I was, it was almost embarrassing, but come on…it’s Harvey.

My hips rolled into his palm and his fingers found my gspot, I bit down onto my lips, my eyes fell close.

“Right theere.” I moaned, and he changed his fingers positions, a deeper curl. I heard something light fall onto the bed and my eyes opened the littlest. I saw his glasses. I raised my head, timing perfectly with him lifting my left leg onto his shoulder. His stubble rubbing against the inside of my thigh, before feeling his tongue against my clit, he kept a steady pace and motion with his fingers. His tongue slowly lapped at my clit,my hand finding the top of his hair, not tugging but sitting in it, holding it out of his face. I was breathing heavy, breathy moans just slipping out. His lips latched on to clit, a mix of licking and sucking, making my body tense and my moans grow louder.

“Oh God.” I moaned out, my heel digging into his back just below his shoulder blade,”Fuuuck Harv.”

He pushed up onto the bed, his left arm wrapped around the front of my thigh, holding the inside of it with his hand and he pumped his fingers deeper and faster. I heard a groan erupt from him as his tongue dipped in with his fingers before sliding back to my clit, giving it a harsh suck. My hands gripped into his hair, my body pushing into his. My head felt light, my thigh tensing in his grip, being held open to avoid squeezing his head. The way he was circling, sucking, and licking my clit roughly paired with his fingers “come hither” and just how deep his fingers were inside of me I was on the verge of cumming. I could feel my slick dripping down my ass, definitely soaked in the comforter, my walls tightened around his fingers. My moans were more present, louder, and longer. My body felt like it was on fire in the best way possible.

“I’m gonna cum Harv.” I whined out, releasing his hair for a second before griping back on. My thighs started twitching and the upper half of my body curling forwards yet my head lulling back,”I’m gon-gonna cum baby.”

He didn’t change was he was doing, and my toes curled, my eyes rolling back, my teeth digging into my bottom lip as my body tightened. that knot in my abdomen snapping, cumming on his fingers. We kept his pace steady as I rode out my release, only slowing down when I started whimpering and hips near spasming into his face.

I fell onto my back, as his fingers slid out of my pussy, his tongue lapping up my release. His hand left the inside of my thigh, and I heard his glasses drag towards him, before wrapping around it again. He placed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, his mustache wet. I was catching my breath, coming back to reality when my thigh dropped from his shoulder and I felt his thumb swipe across my bottom lip. I opened them and his finger laid on my tongue, I closed my lips around them, cleaning my cum off of them.

I opened my eyes when he slid his fingers out of my mouth. He was standing in front of the bed, looking down at my pussy, the bulge in his dark brown corduroys prominent. I sat up, and pulled him to me by his tie, kissing him heatedly, tasting myself on his tongue. My fingers started undoing the buttons of his shirt, tugging it out of jeans and pulling away from him, a light bite dragging his lip before letting go. His lips were pink, so was his face. He undid his tie enough to get it off over his head and took off his long sleeve as I placed kisses down his stomach, slowly unzipping his pants.

He wasn’t a “fit” man, he had a dad bod but no kids(not yet), but he was attractive and sexy as hell nonetheless. He brushed the hair out of my face as I kissed down his happy trail. I slid down to my knees and he took a step back. I looked up at him through my lashes as I hooked my fingers into the waist on his pants and boxer band, and slid them down. His cock sprung out and I stopped pulling down his pants. He was decent size, long enough to where he wouldn’t be able to get all of it in but most, but he was thick. It made sense for a man as meaty as he is.

I kissed up his thigh, which had impeccable grinding quality. His fingers carded through my hair, my hands sat on his hips as I kissed up his body till I was standing, a bit wobbly, but his hand came around to my back.

“I wanna ride you.” I kissed his chest and he chuckled, his hand sat on the side of my neck and lower part of my jaw, his thumb brushed over my jaw, before he angled my face to look up at him.

“You can, but you have to go easy.” I gave him a pouty furrowed brow look and he smirked with fondness,”you haven’t had sex in awhile. Feeling how tight you were-and just with fingers, you have to take it easy.”

“You saying I’m too small for your cock, Doctor?” I whispered intimately and I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tippy toes, my chest pressing into his, his cock pressed against the front of my thigh. His face flushed even more as his hands held onto my waist. My hand came around to the back of his head and I pulled his head closer to mine and I whispered,”guess it’s a good thing I’m absolutely soaked for you.”

He let out a breath I don’t think he realized he was holding in and I lowered down onto my soles. He hasn’t gotten a moment to speak, this pussy has his tongue caught. My fingers dragging against his skin as I backed up and crawled onto the bed. I propped up onto my arms, facing him, and spread my legs open, my heels stable on the edge of the bed.

“Do you wanna be the one to stretch this pussy then?” It looked like his brain stopped working for a second, before has hand gripped onto his cock, his tongue quickly swiping along the bottom of his top lip and he smirked lightly, more adoration then the lust his eyes held.

“I probably shouldn’t, no condoms.” He crossed his arms, oh he looked good.

“What did you go into the city and fuck a stripper?” I joked and he shook his head with a chuckle.

“We’re unprotected.” His hands moved to his waist and I looked at him with a dumbfounded look.

“Harvey…you’re the dude who gives me my birth control every month.” He rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses.

“I’m aware of that, It’s still unsafe nonetheless.” His hands sat on my knees before grabbing the back of my calves.

“Live a little, just for tonight.” His grip tightened on my calves and he looked to the side and then back to me before pulling me edge of the bed, I fell onto my back as he held my calfs on his waist, his cock sitting right over my soaking cunt. His head tapping against it as it bounced lightly.

“For tonight.” His hand let go of my calf and I held it against his waist. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose and his caressed my cheek, him thumb brushed against the cheek bone. He used that same hand to drag the head of his cock between my slick lips, running it against my clit, then rubbing his tip against my needy hole, he watched his cock slide between my lips before he looked up at me.

“Need a pillow.” I quickly grabbed the fluffiest one from behind me and handed it to him. I tightens my legs around him but he peeled them off,”where’s your bathroom?”

“Why?” I asked sitting up.

“Just need a towel.” I just fell in love with him. Luckily there was a bathroom in my bedroom so I pointed to the door and he walked over. Man has a nice ass, he is just good looking in general.

He came back with one of my thick towels, dark grey. He folded it into two and put it over the towel. I laid back down, holding my knees close to my chest and he grabbed my calf’s, spreading my legs and placing my lower half onto the pillow.

“That’s better.” His hands guided my legs around his waist, spitting into his palm and stroking his cock. I swallowed and bit down onto my lower lip as he stroked his cock through my lips. He was right, this angle felt better. His tip circled my entrance and he looked at me,”you ready?”

“Mmhmm.” I nodded and he paused for a moment before he started pushing the tip in. I immediately gripped onto the mattress below me my eyes squeezing shut, he was so right. He always right.

“I think I-“ he stopped pushing in mid tip.

“No no, just keep going…Fuck Harv.”

“Just tell me if it hurts, I’ll go easy.” He started pushing it in again. My walls stretching around him yet clamping down on him. It was a mix of absolute pleasure and pain. A deep throaty grain erupted out of his chest, I opened my eyes to see his head tilted back before coming back to look down at his cock stretching into me. I when he bottomed he pressed deeper into me and pushed out a shakey moan from my lips.

He stopped for a moment, giving my body a chance to relax around him, his hand ran up and down my thigh comfortingly as I breathed in and out, my brows twisted together.

“Move, please” I said softly and he did just that, he slowly slid his cock out of me, even his tip, and slid it back inside. Another moan left my left, my lips stayed open as he pushed in deeper this time, pulling out to his tip and pushing back in. He kept it slow and steady, listening to the whines and groans that fell from my lips.

“Shit (y/n).” He groaned out, I felt his thumb press against my clit, rubbing tight and slow circle against it, my legs tightening around his waist. He moved his hips a bit faster, his cock dragging against my walls. His thumb abandoned my clit, and his hands grabbed onto my hips, holding them tightly, fingertips pressing deeply into my ass.

“Fuck me Harvey.” I breathed out.

“How do you want it, darling?” I pressed my lips together and a small giggle sounded in my throat from the pet name that fell from his lips, I felt my body curl a bit as his hand touched my check. His tone was as smooth as whiskey dripping with lust,”tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

“Faster…” I swallowed and took a breath, my voice a bit shakey,”and deeper.”

His movements did become a bit faster, still focused on not hurting me, but he did pressed his cock deeper into me on each thrust.

“Good good.” My lips fell open as he started thrusting harder, his tip starting to hit that spot in me,”oooh yess.”

“found it?”

“Uuhuh.” I moaned, and he thrusted his tip against it again, but harder, to confirm and it was confirmed with an unsolicited moan.

“You’re taking me so well, (y/n). So daaamn good.” He groaned, his thrusts stayed sharp and even but he sped up more, rocking his hips into my pelvis. I tightened around him getting lost in the feeling of his tip sliding through my walls, the sound of his skin now slapping against mine, and the way groans and light moans fell from his lips. My heels dug into his back and his name trailed out of my lips. I felt my slick drip down my ass and into the towel, hearing how wet his motions sound now. I felt his body lean forwards, his thrusts kept steady, but slowed down a bit, fucking deeply into me, his cock grinding perfectly against my g-spot now.

“Oooh! Har-Harvey!” I loudly moaned out, it didn’t hurt, well a little bit, but it felt too good to complain. He was tall so his forearms laid flat on the bed trapping my head. He placed a kiss on my forehead, my hands wrapping around his back and gripping onto his shoulders. I couldn’t help but moan Into his ear, erotic moans falling from my lips as my pussy got wetter.

“Such a good girl. Taking my cock like this.” He strained out, my nails were digging into his skin as he sped up more. My eyes clamped shut, sob like moans ripping out of my throat, that heat building up in my lower abdomen telling me I was the verge of spilling over.

“Ha-Harvey,” I breathed out, my words whined ,”I’m gon-I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on my cock, darling.” He groaned into my ear. His breath was hot against my skin, and the erotic groans falling from his lips were a perfect music to my ears. My left hand slid off his back, and I felt his weight shift, and I peeled my eyes open. He didn’t have his glasses on, and he was propped up on left arm, his right hand went back to my pussy, his hand pressed down on my pelvis, his thumb rubbing my clit quickly.

“Harvey! Aaaah fuuuuck!” My back arched up and a moan tore out of me, as my orgasm ripped through me. I saw starbursts behind my closed eyes, a rush of heat covering my whole body as it tensed up. My walls clamped around him as my right hands nails scraping against his back and he let out a strained groan.

“That’s it…That’s it.” He cooed, and I felt

His cock twitch inside of me as he fucked me through my high.

He kept his pace as steady as he could, going back to standing, his thumb abandoned my clit. I looked at him with heavy lids, watching his face,his glasses were back on, his lips were parted and his eyes watched his cock thrust in and out of me , and how his hands gripped onto my thighs.

“Come on Harv.” My tone tripped with ecstasy, as I propped up on my arms a bit to watch him and his body better, his eyes met mine, half lidded, before looking down, watching the way my chest moved from his thrusts,”cum for me Harvey.”

I felt his cock twitch more inside of me, his thrust still felt good and I couldn’t help but moan.

“Fuck.” He groaned out, his neck straining, his body tightening, and I bit my lip at the sight of him on the verge of coming undone, but there was something holding him back, himself really.

“You-you can cum inside of me Harv..” I breathed out and swallowed and he locked his eyes with mine,”you can cum wherever.”

I relaxed my legs grip on his waist, and with those words he finally came undone. He slid out of me quickly, his hand stroking his cock roughly, spirting white cum onto my stomach. His head lulled back as he stroked his cock, slowing it down that last bit dripped down the bottom of his head and onto my stomach.

He breathed heavily as my legs fell from his waist and he sat down in the edge of the bed and fell into his back next to me. I closed my legs and r looked up and over at him, hand on his chest, catching his breath. I kissed his shoulder and he looked over at me, a blissed out look on his face and I smiled.

“You got game Harv.” I giggled and looked down at my stomach, and he sat up.

“I’ll get you cleaned up.” He leaned to me and placed a kiss on my lips before standing up, and proceeded to do just that.

The next day, noon

Harvey slept over last night, but when I woke up at six he was already gone, there was a note on the kitchen table in his hand writing that advised me to hydrate and thanking me for the good night. The wine glasses that were left outside were clean and on the drying rack as well. I had already gotten what I had to get done outside done, but it was another rainy day, absolutely down pouring. I had to change my clothes even though I had on my rain jacket, so I decided today would be a day that I would take to myself.

I was laying in the couch reading, some cable show playing on the tv. My reading was interrupted by a knock on the door, so I placed my marker in the book and got up quickly and headed to the door. I unlocked it and opened it.

“Hi.” Harvey smiled, one hand held a soaked umbrella, his other was behind his back.

“That umbrella didn’t do you too well.” I giggled, seeing the rain spots on his button up, he looked at his shirt and chuckled.

“I guess not, at least I’m not soaked though…I’m sorry I walked out early, there was a shipment coming to the clinic at six thirty I had to be there for.” He explained.

“That’s alright, thanks for cleaning the glasses.” I wasn’t in front of the doorway he could walk in but he hasn’t,”what do you need Harv?”

“I…I wanted to give you this.” The hand that was behind his back came out and revealed a gorgeous bouquet. My lips fell over in shock and soon those like formed the biggest smile. My cheeks flushed as I took it from him, I looked at it for a few seconds before looking back at him,”you’re right…maybe this could work.”

[zipper-ghost]

Based on a fic I'm working on where Kim and Harry have to go undercover at a gay club

Read the fic on ao3

(lines in bold are Harry’s skills talking. I haven't specified but you can guess)

A chill wind whips their faces as they step onto the precinct roof. They huddle together, facing each other, Harry’s broad body blocking the wind which would snuff out the lighter flame. Kim lit his cigarette and then lit Harry’s. Harry recently switched from Menthols to Kim’s brand of chestnut-flavored cigarettes. Kim hasn’t asked about it even though he noticed.

As the smoke fills his lungs Kim’s whole body visibly relaxes. A softness falls across his expression, his gaze grows distant. You don’t know if it’s the ritual of smoking at the end of the day or the nicotine. The smoldering end of the cigarette is reflected in Kim’s glasses, as are you. They lean against the railing and watch the sunset over the horizon in silence. Harry waits for Kim to start. 

The jingling of Kim unzipping his jacket makes Harry stand a bit straighter and bite the filter for his cigarette. 

“Shall we start?” Kim says taking out his notebook and flipping it open. 

You nod, trying not to linger on Kim’s now exposed collarbone. 

“How do you think the investigation is going?”

“Bad.”

“Kmn, we seem to have hit a dead end. Even though we’ve made contact with the suspect the name he has been using in the club scene seems to be an alias. And his tattoo doesn’t seem to be related to any known gang or criminal organization. We are still waiting for the lab to get back to us about the particular strain of hallucinogen that was in the victim’s system.” 

“It’s worrying…”

“What is?”

“Well, the drug the victim overdosed on- it’s not something we’ve come across before. There is a chance that there will be more overdoses like this.”

“We can look into who the suspect’s supplier might be.”

“He might not have a supplier here.”

Kim glances at Harry. “Why do you say that?”

“The suspect is Seraise. They said he was bragging about being an aerostatic pilot on leave. Maybe he brought the drugs from the Safre empire, would that be possible to find out?”

“I can look into it.” 

For a moment it is silent except for the sound of Kim’s pen on paper. A motor carriage speeds across the street below. Sodium street lights are switched on as the sky grows darker and stars begin to appear one by one. 

“How long do you think we have until he returns to Safre?”

Kim taps the page with the back of his pen. “It’s hard to tell. He has been here awhile, might be any day now.” 

“He probably won’t come to that club anymore,” Harry adds.

Kim’s eyes crinkle. He is smiling though only you would notice. 

“No,” Kim says, “not after you scared him off.”

“I didn’t scare- I am perfectly capable of flirting.”

“Sure, you are,” Kim replies around his cigarette, his flat words dripping with sarcasm. 

“I am! I was just not his type is all. He must be into twinkles-”

“Twinks,” Kim corrects. “Like our victim.”

“Hm.” Harry exhales a plume of white smoke that dissolves into the night. 

“So Kim, what’s your type? Twinks, bears, otters, cubs, tigers, rabbits?”

Kim’s face remains unreadable but his shoulders tense, the pages of his notebook crinkle under his grip. 

He answers after a brief but notable pause. “I don’t have a type. And you made up the last few at the end.”

“Everyone has a type! Are you saying you have no preferences when it comes to who you find attractive?”

“I’m more interested in personalities.”

“You’re such a fucking liar. Come on Kim.”

“Enough detective. We are still in the middle of our briefing and this is irrelevant to-”

“This is relevant to the case,” Harry insists. 

“Fine,” Kim says begrudgingly. “If I had to describe it, it’s say my taste in men is … questionable.”

“Questionable? What does that mean?”

“It means I’m attracted to men who are bad for me or impossibly out of reach. Now if you are satisfied can we get back to the case?”

Harry smiles. If you are smart about it, you could get more information from Kim. “Well your answer was kind of a cop-out but I’ll let it go for now.”

Kim furrows his brow at Harry, a look that says ‘Don’t you dare.’

You feel your knees buckle under the force of Kim’s glare. You grab the railing with one hand. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me about my type?”

“I don’t have to. I already know.”

“What? How do you already know?”

Kim turns back to his notebook and pretends to read. “Because it is obvious. You like them young, waifish, and pretty. Someone mysterious and fragile, someone who you can save.”

Someone to be your redemption. 

“That- that's not true- not everyone that-” Harry stutters. Kim’s blatant description of Dora throws you off kilter. Talking about her is taboo. Even though Kim knows about her and what she did to you he had never brought it up. He knows you still have nightmares of her. 

“Well, just in Martinaise there was Klaasje, Lilienne, the smoker on the balcony, and-”

“Wait- the smoker on the balcony?”

Kim raises an eyebrow. “You were smitten. You went on and on about him, ‘he is such a good listener, I felt heard when I talked to him. He smelled so good, how can someone smell so good?” Kim covers his mouth to hide his condescending grin. 

A formless darkness claws inside you. It feels terrible to be judged, to be teased, but you can’t quite put into words what you are feeling, or why

“You sound jealous,” Harry snaps back. 

Kim sighs. “I’m not jealous. I’m a detective and I notice patterns of behaviour.”

“Well you're plain wrong in this case. You’re not like that-”

“I’m not like what?” 

“Like…” Harry’s breath stutters in his chest. Kim isn’t like Dora or Klaasje or Lilienne or the smoker on the balcony. He isn’t like them and still…

You look at Kim’s cigarette and feel a pang of jealousy. You wish to be that cigarette cradled between his lips. You want to burn into ash, you want to be the bitterness on Kim’s tongue. You want to be the smoke filling his lungs, the nicotine flooding his bloodstream. You want to be Kim’s addiction, you want to be part of him, deep and inextricable. 

“I…” A tidal wave of desire crashes through you but you can’t say the words.

Kim snaps his notebook close. “I guess we’ve reached the end of the briefing. Our conversation is no longer productive.” He tosses his half-smoked cigarette to the ground and crushes the lit ember beneath the heel of his boot. 

His face is unreadable as usual but Kim is upset. 

Damn it. You’ve fucked up Harry. 

Harry follows Kim down the stairs from the roof. 

“I’m sorry Kim, I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

“I’m not angry Officer. It’s late and we won’t any more progress today, you should go home early.”

He is lying, if he isn’t mad he wouldn’t call you ‘officer’

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝…YOU LITTLE THIEF! ❞

—poly! stsgverse, some light shoko x reader, implied stsg x reader (?), ntm just some goofy silly antics

⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ reader is able to skate like this during their getaway >:3 ( read the sequel! )

The Jaws theme is playing on the soundtrack within your mind. They’re both clueless, none the wiser to the incoming threat that slowly creeps up behind them. Whatever is on Gojo’s phone must be life changing, the way he and Geto are so transfixed, smiling and laughing as if they’re not about to be pulled into the depths. The perfect opportunity reveals itself when they part, leaving a gap just big enough for you to squeeze through. Locked on the target, you pick up speed, careful to avoid any stragglers between you and your prize, until…

“Hey!’” Gojo exclaims as you zoom between them, gaping at the bare hand that just held his phone. “Give that back!”

Twirling around, you stick out a tongue in reply, still gliding away as both men try and fail to run after you on their own skates. Both are stuck fumbling through groups of people, pros or others clinging to the rail just to stay upright. Your escape is swift, efficient, and they haven’t even covered half the distance by the time you’ve kicked off your skates and scurried over to the booth Shoko has claimed.

“Lookie!” Your squeal is eager, victorious, mischievous. She squeezes in next to you as you switch on Gojo’s phone, unfortunately having locked during your get away, but lucky for you, opening his camera doesn’t require a password. “Say cheese!” And Shoko leans in close, hand braced on your thigh, as you snap the first photo. And then another. And another. Picture after picture, photo after photo in rapid succession. A video of you and Shoko faux pouting, before bursting into laughter. Your selfie. Her selfie. A short clip of you puckering your lips, holding up a peace sign and blinking your lashes. You’re doing another where you and Shoko’s hands are forming a heart when something catches her eye.

“Move, move!,” she warns, and tugs you away from the wall of the booth, shared with the roller rink. You don’t question her, having spotted the tuft of white during the frantic turns of your head, and Gojo’s fingertips just brush the collar of your jacket as you settle into Shoko’s lap, mere inches out of his reach.

“Hand that over, you little thief!,” he pouts. Geto, leaning on the rail, mutters aloud ‘And how the hell were you running in roller skates…?’ but it’s mostly drowned out by Gojo’s next exclamation. “What do you think you’re doing with my property?”

You switch the camera, holding it up to snap a quick photo of them both. “I’m taking pictures, duh. Souvenirs. Something to remember us by.”

“Oh, are we dead?” Shoko squeezes her arms around your waist, and then answers her own question. “I suppose we will be, for this, right?”

The two of you share a girlish giggle, before Gojo, unamused, holds out his palm. “Phone, now.”

You don’t think you like this tone. “Why don’t you get out of the rink and come take it from me?”

Shoko, ever the instigator, mumbles an ‘oooh!’. She and Suguru are audience to the brief standoff between you and Gojo, before he straightens up, nibbles his lips in contemplation, narrows darkening blue eyes at you.

“Oh, just wait, you are gonna be in for it.” And you three watch him roll off towards the nearest rink exit.

Geto lingers a second longer, and so he spots you tucking his friend’s phone beneath your shirt, before leaping from Shoko’s lap. Gojo reaches one of the openings where the rink ends and black carpet begins, making eye contact with your fleeing figure and running for his shoes as you disappear into the darkness outside. Shortly afterward comes Geto. He leisurely slips off his skates, replaces them with his boots, and strolls over to join Shoko at the booth.

“Those idiots.,” she laughs as he slides in opposite of her. “How’d he let her steal his phone anyway? Thought Gojo had spidey senses?”

“We were…looking at something.” Geto hesitates on his words.

“Something?” Shoko sends you a text that goes unread and unanswered. “As in another picture of some model?”

A selfie of you, specifically. But Geto will never admit that, especially not to Shoko. “It was.”

She gives him a teasing grin. If she knows, he can’t tell. “Must’ve been quite the looker, huh?”

He props a hand under his chin. “Oh, yeah. You have no idea.”

tagz: @anthoosies @staryukis

[lovewireds]

been meaning to post my designs for these little guys forever. insane splatoon rambling under cut to explain design choices and lore related things ... read my autism boy

btw this is a repost from our art side blog this was written and drawn like months ago <- minorly rewrote some things tho

thx splatoon users drfreeman & drcoolatta for fueling my splatvrai autism brainrot ... i hate u /J

GORDON

idk how to explain this but Theoretical Physicist is inkling coded . maybe its cuz splatoon species social hierarchy

Native ink color is Orange, but he has Dark Brown tentacle roots.

Uses custom weapons to attach in place of his prosthetic; It works best with Splatlings but can be adjusted to attach other weapons.

If the thing above didn't make it obvious, he's a Splatling main. He switches out depending on his mood though.

sighhhhh technically an Agent... stares at the ceiling...Main character...

His arm loss is like pretty much the same as in-canon but it's with the octarian army shrugs. don't ask me why he doesn't just regenerate it cuz hes a squid thats for me to know and you to find out. (get partially sanitized loser)

Born & Raised in Inkopolis pre-splashtags; He wasn't informed of the switch to Splashtags being expected when participating in most activities around Inkadia.

TOMMY

I forgot why i made him an inkling why did i do that. I think it was bc i didnt wanna make them all octolings but i was wrong srry we all make mistakes /hj I ALREADY REDREW HIM ONCE IM NTO DOING IT AGAINNN

Native ink color is orange-brown.

His hat has an eye guard for sensory reasons; He covers up as much of his skin as possible because he doesn't like the feeling of foreign ink on him.

He isn't a specific weapon main, he just uses any long-range weapon to minimize the possibility of getting ink on himself. If he has enough guarding, he prefers to use N-ZAP '89.

Makes his own gear for sensory reasons as well :) It's legal when ur dad's the G-Man.

Exclusively plays in Turf Wars, Anarchy Battles, etc with friends. He hates playing with people he doesn't know.

Born in Splatsville !! He feels like a Splatsville resident. His occupation is resident I cannot imagine him doing Anything

His dad is that creepy curtain in one of flounder heights windows /j

BENR(E)Y

Octoling bc I wanted him to be sanitized :) Other than the visual part of being sanitized, I thought him being clinically dead fits /hj also lore reasons below

Pre-sanitization, his native ink color was blue.

Great Turf War veteran; He didn't do anything in the war itself, he was just enlisted lol. He was primarily security for the Octarian Domes in the years after the war. Yes, that also means he is over 100 years old.

"Raised" (debatably) in Octo Canyon.

E-liter main (4-star Base + 5-star Scope) and avid squidbagger. He also uses any heavyweight weapons (dynamo, tenta, etc)

Absolutely hates working at Grizzco, he only does Turf Wars and Anarchy Battles. He only works at Grizzco during Big Runs. The type of guy that does X battles.

Professional Anarchy / Ranked / X Battler btw. That's literally 90% of what he does.

Got on Gordon's azz over him not having a Splashtag; i wonder what that parallels.

BUBBY

Genuinely don't have a lot to say about his design. He gives off Splatoon 2 Octoling vibes (showoff /hj) also i wanted to make his hair wispy like it should be.

Native ink color is a light blue-gray gradient.

The drawing doesn't give it credit but I swear those are glasses not goggles .. they're opaque-colored slanted oval glasses !! ^_^ u can interpret them as spiked or just eyelashes, both are right.

oh also the text under bubby says "Is Best" in some splatoon font we downloaded awhile ago . i think it was ripped from splatnet

Blaster main. I don't know how to explain this one but it feels right.

helps with the practical Map props (ie ink rails) and with some weapon gear manufacturing ^_^ tech guy

COOMER

Was going to make him an Octoling for the convenience of making his hair curly but i didn't want to make all of them octolings + i think his personality generally fits Inklings more.

Native ink color is an off white gradient.

Slosher main cuz he likes moving his arms. this makes sense to me. Also is a fan of Splatlings and other Shooters.

i felt ill trying to design coomer without making his eyes two lines with eyelids

War Veteran...Stole some octarian tech and got fucked up super limbs. Cyber Inkling stealing from octos !! [inkadia crowd goes wild] /j

anyways outside of the war™ he's a data researcher. just generally. he does shit with splatfests and eggstra work.

If you splashed him with ink he would stand unmoving. He would not shake it off.

DARNOLD

Ok i'll be honest the Octoling choice is primarily bc Octolings have the afro style & inklings have no textured hair styles (i didnt have the energy to design smth that could work) . His personality fits octoling too though :3

Native ink color is red-orange.

The fucked up guy that makes those drink effects people never use ( i use them ... )

He doesn't participate in Turf Wars or Anarchy Battles, but he works some gigs at Grizzco for extra cash every once in awhile !

the type of guy that goes after flyfish cuz no one else will . god bles !!!

not a lot to say about his design & his place in inkadia , it kinda speak for itself . he just wants to get by and make his drinks in peace . #autism ... he is pretty much exactly the same as his canon self

[simjaexy]

𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙤 𝘿𝙚 𝙏𝙞 | 𝙎.𝙅.

Pairing ⇀ Loser! Sim Jaeyun x Fem! Reader

Synopsis ⇀ Wanting to get out of the house you decided to go with your friend to a roller skating rink that opened. Upon going there you meet someone that took a liking to you and doesn’t plan on leaving you alone.

Genre ⇀ Fluff

Warning ⇀ Cursing, One minor incident

A/n ⇀ Not proofread. This song has been stuck in my head so why not make a one shot out of it! Jake is somewhat of a loser on here. Btw this is set in english cause I’m obsessed with Jake’s Australian accent.

Masterlist here

“Y/n did you do the dishes?” You mom yelled. You groaned and rolled around.

“Yes!” You yelled back. You took your phone out and looked through your social media. Today was the weekend which meant for people to go out and have fun.

You on the other hand, aren’t doing anything. You were bored and had nothing to do which sucked. You cleaned all day with no text messages from your friends.

You breathed through your nose and put your phone down. You stretched your limbs and got out of bed to get a snack from the kitchen.

Upon going down there you saw your mom watching her TV drama. She smiled at you.

“Aren’t you gonna hang out with friends today?” She asked. You shrugged your shoulders and grabbed Cheez-Itz from your cabinet.

“I guess I’m just gonna stay home. Seems like everybody busy.” You replied. She hummed and looked back at the TV

You went back upstairs and heard a buzz from your phone. You picked it up and looked at the contact. It was your friend Shunua.

“Hello?”

“Y/n! What are you doing today?”

“Nothing why?”

“The new roller skating rink opened. We should go together with the other girls!”

You thought about it for a moment. You remembered how much you loved to skate when you were little with your parents. You smiled thinking about the memory.

“Sure. What time?”

“How about at seven?”

You looked over at your clock. six thirty.

“That’s fine.”

“Perfect! I’ll pick you up! Bye!”

You chuckled and said bye back. You shake your head while smiling. Shuhua was always excited to do new things.

You went over to your closet and scanned your clothes. Since you’ll be inside you decided to wear a sweatshirt and shorts.

You brushed your hair and put on some light make up. You finished dabbing your blush and put on your shoes before going downstairs.

You saw your mom staring at you, “I’m going with Shuhua to the roller skating rink.” You said.

She furrowed her eyebrows, “The one that just opened?” She questioned. You nodded.

Your took your phone out of your back pocket when you heard a buzz to see that Shuhua’s here. You put your phone back.

“I gotta go. I’ll be back before midnight!” You said. She bid you goodbye as you shut the door and headed to Shuhua car.

“Ready to go?” Shuhua asked. She put her phone down and started the car.

“Yup.” You chimed. She drove out your driveway and started heading towards the roller rink while blasting pop music making you shout out the lyrics.

Once you made it there you noticed how there was multiple people here. Families, couples, teens. You and Shuhua made your way inside, pushing people around to get to the desk.

Shuhua did all the talking while you looked around. The lights were different colors like a disco party, a dj playing music and switching it up.

There was even a dance floor that people were dancing on. You smiled seeing them sing the songs out loud.

You and Shuhua got your shoes and headed to a table you reserved. You both took your shoes off and put on the roller skates.

“To be honest I forgot what it’s like to roller skate.” Shuhua admitted. You giggled.

“Me too.” You replied. You both slowly got up and went towards the rink. You went out first, holding on to the railing. Shuhua came out second while trying to grab you.

You reached out for her and lead her near the railing, “Is it okay if I take a lap real quick?” You asked. She nodded.

You smiled and let her go. You started to skate around people. You forgot how much you loved to skate. You felt a rush of adrenaline through your body feeling your hair come off your shoulders on how fast your going.

You were going so fast to the point you didn’t notice another person coming the wrong way towards you.

Slam!

You felt your eyes close on the hard impact on your body and fell to the ground. You groaned in pain while the other person made a noise.

You looked up and made eye contact with him and your heart stopped. He was definitely not ugly, but that doesn’t changed the fact that he bumped into you.

“What the hell man? Don’t you know you were going the wrong way?” You snapped. The boy rubbed his head.

“Well why were you going so fast?” He asked. He had an Australian accent. You felt yourself blush at his voice.

“B-Because you can! It doesn’t say you can’t. Besides, you’re in the wrong either way!” You bellowed. He rolled his eyes and got up.

He took his hand out, “Well I apologize. I didn’t know I was going the wrong way. It’s my first time skating.” He admitted.

You grabbed his hand making him lift you up. You fixed your clothes and stared at him.

“Well I accept your apology, uh,”

“Jake. Sim Jake.” He replied. You nodded your head.

“I accept your apology, Jake.” You said. He smiled.

“Can I know your name?” He questioned.

“Y/n.” You spoke. You gave him a smile before skating to Shuhua.

“Girl where were you? A bunch of kids were making fun of me for holding this railing for dear life.” She whined. You laughed and held onto her.

“Kinda had an accident with someone.” You said. She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Were they cute?” She teased. You shrugged.

“He wasn’t so bad looking.” You admitted. She gasped and playfully slapped your arm.

“He? And you didn’t ask for his number?” She asked.

“Well what he did wasn’t a really ‘Can I have your number’ type incident. It was more like a ‘I’d punch you in the face if you weren’t so cute’.” You replied.

“Oh did he bump into you or something?” She said. You nodded. She laughed.

“That’s funny! I should’ve seen that, but you disappeared in a flash.” She joked. You giggled.

You both made it on the carpet and rested on the railing part, viewing the people. You were both joking around until Shuhua elbowed you.

“Is it just me or is that guy staring at you weird.” She said. You looked over and noticed it was the guy, Jake.

They were talking while staring at you before laughing and patting Jake’s shoulder. You saw a pout on his lips, one of his friends pointing it out before laughing again.

You cleared your throat and looked at Shuhua.

“Yeah well I don’t think he’s looking at me.” You muttered. She gave you a ‘really’ look before playfully pushing you.

“Wait, was that the guy your bumped into?” She interjected. You slowly nodded. She cackled.

“Girl now you gotta be confident in yourself, seriously. You gotta be ready and take that dick.” She said. You almost choked on your spit with the last sentence.

“I don’t wanna have sex with him yet!” You bellowed. She raised an eyebrow.

“Yet?” She smirked. Your eyes widened and glared at her.

“You know what I mean.” You interjected. She threw her head back laughing.

As you were about to say another thing you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and almost fainted.

There stood the boy you definitely did not want to see. He had a smile that made your legs feel wobbly. You looked over at Shuhua, but she was no where in sight.

You cursed and looked back at the boy, “Uh, hi?” You said. He chuckled.

“Hey.” He replied. His voice with an Australian accent. Yeah he’s definitely gonna bag you tonight. You cleared your throat.

“Do you need something?” You asked, titling your head, judging.

“Yeah, your number.” He spoke. It was quiet for a second. The only sound was the music in the background playing.

All of a sudden you burst out laughing. You couldn’t help but find the pickup line terrible and cute.

Jake rubbed the back of his neck, “Was it really that bad? My friends told me to say that.” He mumbled. You heard him let out a curse about his friends and wiped away your tears.

“No no, it’s cute, actually.” You said. His face lights up like a puppy. Cute.

“Really?” He beamed. He tilts his head making you giggle.

“I mean, at least you tried you know?” You reasoned. He hummed. The chatter of people made you remember you were still in public.

You stared off into the view of people roller skating and suddenly had an idea. You looked over at Jake.

“Wanna skate? You know, after bumping into me you at least owe me a skate together.” You asked. He chuckled.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.” He said. He took his hand out for you, you accepted it. You both walked towards the rink and stepped onto it.

Slowly, you both rolled along the smooth glossy floor. You laughed as Jake tried to show off, but failing miserably by almost slipping.

You started going a bit faster making Jake yelp, “Wait I don’t know how to skate!” He yelled. You laughed and slowed down, but not without teasing him once in a while.

He soon got the hang of it and before you know it, you both were skating together while holding hands. Your hands molding together perfectly.

You won’t lie and say it didn’t make your heart race a little when he sent a smile your way. The song changed into a slow one as the light turned a bright red and white.

It was a slow romantic song for couples. You and Jake looked at each other. He sent you a wink while you bashfully looked away, smiling with your cheeks pink, and it definitely wasn’t the blush.

“Is this my time to be honest with you?” He suddenly said. You looked at him confused.

“Did you lie about your name being Jake?” You questioned.

“What no- well kinda? Well my korean name is Jaeyun but here it’s Jake.” He said. You laughed.

“That’s cool.” You replied. He shyly smiled.

“But that’s not what I wanted to say. What I wanted to say was that I knew I was going the wrong way, I just didn’t know how else to talk to you.” He admitted. Your eyes widened.

“You wanted to talk to me, so you bumped into me making me almost get a concussion?” You joked. He shook his head.

“No! I didn’t wanted to do that- but are you seriously okay? I didn’t know you were going so fast and I-“

“I’m fine, Jake.” You smiled. He nodded and looked ahead.

It was silent while the music was playing before you looked at him, “If you actually went up to me, I would’ve gave you my number.” You said.

“So that means I can’t get it now cause I bumped into you?” He asked. You let out a hum.

“Well since you’re so cute, I guess I could let it slide and give you it.” You mumbled. He almost didn’t hear you.

He gave you a big smile and bumped his fist up in victory. You laughed at his action.

The song finally ended and went to a more upbeat one. More people started going in the rink once they heard the music.

“Wanna go sit?” Jake requested. You nodded your head as you both left the rink. You took off your skates and put on your shoes.

“Oh shoot, I left my shoes over there. I’ll go get them!” He said before leaving. You looked around and spotted Shuhua talking to a guy. She was practically all over him, but he didn’t seem to mind it.

You chuckled as Jake came back just as the song ended. The music changed to one you were familiar with making you gasp. It was your favorite song, Todo De Ti.

“I love this song!” You said. Jake looked at you confused.

“You know Spanish?” He questioned. You laughed.

“Only to this song. Come on let’s dance!” You rejoiced. You grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the dance floor you saw earlier.

The wind rubs your hair

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Those beautiful eyes kill me

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I like your scent, of your skin the color

And how you make me feel

I like your mouth, that pink lipstick

And how you kiss me (Yeh)

There was already people there making you and Jake kinda mush together, but still enough space for you two to dance individually.

I want to wake up with you

Do it after smoking (Ayy)

I don't have anything to look for anymore

Something away from here

You combine with the sea

That bikini looks phenomenal

There’s no gravity that can lift me

You make me desperate (Yah!)

You swayed your hips to the beat while Jake dance with you. You were singing the lyrics like your life depended on it making Jake smile.

You accelerate my heartbeat

And like еverything about you

Of all your parts, which do I decide?

And likе everything about you

“Es que me gusta todo de ti!” You shouted. Jake furrowed his eyebrows.

“What does that mean?” He questioned.

“And like everything about you!” You replied. He let out a ‘oh’.

“What’s this song about anyways?”

“It’s about a guy that confesses he likes everything about this girl he spotted at a roller-skating rink!” You said. Jake stopped dancing and you did too.

You have a him a confused looked before realizing what you said.

“Well isn’t that a coincidence?” He teased. He pulled you closer by the waist making you gasp.

“Y-Yeah, it is.” You stuttered. He smirked. He cupped your face.

“Does he get the girl at the end?” He whispered. You felt a shiver down your spine.

“I-I don’t remember.” You whispered back. He brushed his lips against yours. His soft plush lips making you yearn for more.

“Well I know what my ending is.” He said before finally kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he gripped your waist. The song slowly coming to an end as you and Jake broke the kiss, making you gasp for air.

“I like everything about you.” He said. You giggled and kissed his cheek.

“I like everything about you too.”

[arthenaa]

insatiable — ominis x fem! reader x sebastian

summary: After your little escapade with the boys, you had begun to see them romantically. overcome with the need to keep you to himself, Sebastian forgets the dangers of a pissed-off Ominis.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit sexual content, m/f/m, you get fucked by ominis, sebastian gets fucked by ominis, choking, degrading, cockwarming, oversensitivity, oral sex, foreplay, ominis being a fucking daddy god, dominis, switch seb, switch reader, masturbation, you watch sebastian get railed hihi, all the nasty shit.

note: here it is, part 2 of carnal (which you can read first btw but this can be read as a stand-alone) anys enjoy <3 i finished at like 5 am.

Being with the boys was wonderful.

It had been a few months after that little escapade at the ministry that prompted that speeding bloom of your relationship with Ominis and Sebastian. Over the course of the last few months, not only had you agreed to a threeway romantic relationship with your best friends but also had spent more time with them for the times that you weren’t able to do so because of your job. A promise to yourself as you tried to be more open to them with your feelings and such.

Because we all know what happened when you didn’t. Years of potential lost because of misguided feelings.

Time with them was splendid. You had gone on dates. Caught up with each others’ latest updates in life. Just the overall getting to know each other on a romantic level. You had begun to see them in different lights as a result. Ominis is a gentle lover. He was a true gentleman at heart and found joy in putting your needs and wants above all else. He opens the door for you, arm ready for you to grab on, brings you breakfast, and all that shebang. You often told him that he doesn’t have to give too much effort and that he was already enough but he told you that he wanted to do this for you. He loved loving you this way and if you’ll allow him, he’ll do it for the rest of his life. You could only purse your lips as an attempt to stop the tears but nevertheless, you allowed the man to do what he wanted.

Sebastian, on the other hand, is a loud lover. He loved showing you off to the world. Judy always joked about how Sebastian always has to have a part of his body sticking close to you or on you. You had tried to push away improper thoughts at the way she said it but you suppose it does hold some truth to it. The man was insatiable for your attention. Loved to be pampered by you to the point that Ominis thinks it's annoying. You think it's quite adorable though. Besides the physical affection, Sebastian always managed to string you along to his mischievous plans. An effect of your previous escapades during your Hogwarts’ days, it had always been your bonding time with Sebastian.

Leave it to Ominis to bust the two of you out of whatever bad situation you got put up in. Sebastian always gets the brunt end of his chastising. The Sallow boy claims that Ominis has too much of a soft spot for you.

Aside from seeing them in this light, you have also gotten to know them….. Sexually.

Sebastian and Ominis were somewhat alike but different from what you expected them to be. Ominis liked being in control; an immediate realization you had after your first sexual encounter with him. Just like his normal self, he prioritizes your pleasure before his. He loved pulling those lovely noises out of you with his skilled fingers and mouth– A talent of his that always seemed to leave you writhing and whimpering in the sheets. While he prioritizes your pleasure, he also loves toying with it. Pulling and pushing back your climax puts a look of pure enjoyment on his face. The sounds of you begging and the grip you have on his arm gives a pleasant flush on his neck. The man enjoys putting you in a torturable experience of a good time.

You can’t complain though. It certainly leaves you with a pleasant ache between your legs and a good night’s sleep.

Sebastian, on the other hand, lives to devour you whole. He won’t stop until he’s satisfied. A downfall on your end. The man has a strong stamina and could go for hours on end. You will not walk for days, that I assure you. Sebastian also has a knack for keeping you to himself and it leaves Ominis angry and in fumes. It certainly has the Sallow boy in punishment with Ominis’s hand on his neck and fucked right in the mattress.

That night gave you a high as you admired Sebastian’s drooling face against Ominis’s shoulder while the blonde straight up railed him in front of you. You think it’s because Sebastian liked riling up the Gaunt. He loved pissing him off and loved to be at the brunt end of his anger. Ominis preferred to do the sexual things together or at least let the other party know. He wanted everyone to be on the same page and Sebastian disobeying that rule always left a bad taste on Ominis’s tongue.

You certainly have come to that conclusion now because you can imagine how pissed Ominis will be when he comes home.

“S-Seb… Wait.” You pant as you try to push the brunette between your legs. Tongue deep within your folds and arms holding you close to his face, Sebastian ignores your pleas as he continues to devour your wet and quivering pussy.

You had been at it for hours. Ominis had work at the ministry while Sebastian and you had the day off. They had been frequenting in your apartment for the last few days, opting to hang in yours due to the wonderful creatures in your basement and the overall homey feel of your flat. Judy didn’t need to come to work today as you had the creatures all handled during your day off. What started as simple cuddling had turned out sexual with Sebastian’s wandering hands.

You lost count of how much the boy had made you come. Your fingers grip tighter on his curls, pushing him away and yet closer as you feel another knot unraveling once more. The man loved the taste of you on his tongue, sucking the juices leaking out of you then licking your clit with vigor. Your thighs shake on his shoulders as your face writhes in pleasure. “I can’t.. Fuck, I can’t— Ngh, please, Sebastian.”

Sebastian looks up at you with eyes darkened from lust as he continues his never-ending ministrations on your swollen pussy. He pulls back, allowing a moment of reprieve. “Yes you can, baby.”

You lift your head, eyes brimming with tears as you lock eyes with him. You shake your head in disagreement but the man only tilts his head with a mocking look of sympathy. “You can and you will.”

You let out a whine as Sebastian pulls you close, putting his mouth on you once more and bringing you close to your orgasm. Your breaths shorten with high pitched whines as you lift yourself up with your elbow while the other grips his curls closer to your heat. “Fuck, fuck Seb. Please please please!”

The brunette smirks against your folds before inserting two fingers at once and curling them up, hitting your spot dead on. Your back arches as your mouth opens into a silent moan. Your thighs close around his face, a pressure he doesn’t seem to mind as your orgasm explodes. The man slurps your release with enthusiasm as you fall back on the sheets, quivering in sensitivity.

You had to harshly pull the man away from your swollen heat as you certainly can’t handle the sensitivity of your nth orgasm. You pant as you cup his face within your hands. He has a dazed look on his face as he licks his lips, humming at the taste. “Mhm, can't get enough of you.”

You smile at his comment before pulling him into a kiss, pulling him to lay on top of you. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he pulls you close by the waist.

After a few moments of making out, you softly pull away, giggling as he chases your lips. You admire the man above you as he looks down at you with lust still evident in his eyes. Whilst admiring, you couldn't help but voice the concern tugging in your mind for the past couple of hours. “Ominis is gonna kill you, love.”

The man laughs. He moves his head down to place soft kisses on your neck, sucking marks on your delicate skin. “Let him.”

“Can’t believe you’re that poetic.” You giggle into his hair as you feel his hands roam your curves with enthusiasm. The man continues to make his way down your neck and then finds his attention on your breasts. You sigh in pleasure as he cups one breast while putting your nipple into his mouth. Your fingers run through his curls gently, pulling him closer against your chest.

“If it gets me fucked through the mattress and limping in the morning then call me Shakespeare.” He mutters, distracted as he licks and sucks your nipple until it's swollen and sensitive. You furrow your eyebrows at the sensation, flinching as he bites it softly. He moves his attention to the other.

"Haha, funny."

Sebastian smiles at your sarcastic tone.

“It’s the third time you’ve done this, I think Ominis is actually going to kill you this time.” You sigh in pleasure as you feel Sebastian’s hard length nudge your entrance. The man hums into your breast causing you to whimper at the feeling. The man pulls away and admires his work, squeezing your breasts for one last feel before moving back up to your face.

He allows himself a moment of tenderness as he brushes stray hair away from your face. You look up at him in awe. You couldn’t believe this man was yours. You admire the beauty of his freckles that were perfectly placed across the soft plane of his cheeks. Your hands reach up to cup his face within your hands, thumb brushing his swollen pink lips.

He places a soft kiss on your lips. “If buried in your perfect fucking pussy is the way I’ll go, then fuck, I’ll welcome whatever muggle heaven awaits me.”

You giggle into his lips as he presses another kiss against yours. Basking into the soft and warm moment, you fail to realize just how long you’ve both been at it. In the corner of your eye, you see a dash of black lean against the doorway. Distracted by the sudden addition of color, your eyes lock with the subject of the conversation.

Arms crossed leaning against the doorway and face riddled with a cold look was Ominis. His face angled towards the bed with his wand gripped within his hand, he raises his free hand to put his index finger towards his lips. He smiles softly at you as he continues to listen from his spot by the door.

You would smile back but Sebastian’s sudden intrusion at your entrance leaves you to moan out loud, grasping his arm as he bottoms out with a groan. He stays still for a moment then begins to slowly move in and out.

Sebastian dives his head on your neck as he continues his slow movements. You whimper as you find comfort in gripping his hair and arm. “Fuck muggle heaven. This is the shit, right here.”

His pace begins to speed up, your moans are suddenly pulled out of you as his hips slap against your ass. Your eyes watch Ominis as he continues to stand from the doorway. You could almost feel yourself whine for his presence but you couldn’t ruin his plan of punishing Sebastian. Sebastian grabs your hip with a bruising grip in one hand as he speeds up his thrusts, leaving you writhing and clawing his arm in pleasure.

“Right there. Right the– Fuck, Sebastian!” You whine as he begins to hit that immaculate spot within you. Sebastian smirks as he angles his hips to pound that spot head on. Your moans turn into shrieks which sets Ominis off.

You watch as the blonde locks eyes with you. You’re scared (and turned on) for a moment that maybe he could see you. It certainly does pull a flush out of your body as you allow yourself to be fucked into the sheets by the distracted brunette.

Deciding that enough is enough, Ominis marches quietly like a snake slithering to its prey. You could feel your orgasm rising and you knew it was going to be interrupted with the way Ominis was approaching. Sebastian was too immersed with the feel of your pussy to notice a looming danger behind him.

Ominis moves with precision. His hand swiftly grabs Sebastian’s throat and pulls his body off of you with a harsh tug. Sebastian lets out a squeak of surprise as the blonde harshly pulls him up against his chest.

You limp against the sheets, eyes trained on the delicious scene in front of you. Sebastian is quivering in Ominis’s hold, his fingers gripping tightly on his throat as Ominis angles his head towards the brunette on his shoulder.

“You just love pissing me off, don't you?” Ominis hums softly in a low voice. Sebastian whimpers in his hold as he reaches up to pull the hold on his neck but the blonde only tightens it.

For a second, you would think that Sebastian was afraid but judging from the way his face flushed and the leaking pre-cum from his cock, you knew he was turned on as fuck.

“O-Ominis,” Sebastian croaked. “I-I didn’t mean to–”

“Didn’t mean to what?” Ominis snaps with gritted teeth as he pulls Sebastian closer by the neck. The brunette arches his back, clearly enjoying the manhandling. “Stop playing a fool, Sebastian. It clearly doesn’t suit you.”

“If- if it gets you this worked up,” Sebastian smirks, face dazed with pleasure. “I’d play it so fucking well that you'd have no choice but to believe me, baby.”

The taunt leaves Ominis speechless. You watch as the blonde heaves out a grumble in his chest before harshly pushing Sebastian down on the sheets with his face down and ass up.

Sebastian tilts his head to look up at the domineering figure of his lover. Ominis smirks down at the direction from where he pushed Sebastian. "Let's test that theory, shall we?"

Sebastian looks up at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and you could only smirk as he allowed himself to be manhandled to Ominis's taste.

Wanting to greet the man, you stand up from the bed, slightly wavering in your stance from the amount of orgasms you endured. You walk up towards Ominis and gently cupped his cheeks. The man softens at your touch.

"Hey, darling." Ominis greets gently as his hands feel your waist and pull you close to him. You place your arms around his neck, glancing at Sebastian quivering pathetically on the bed. You smile as you place a kiss on Ominis's lips, moaning as he deepens it.

"How was your day?" He asks as if Sebastian isn't butt naked, ass up, back arched and whimpering on the sheets. You giggle at his nonchalance.

"It was okay. I missed you, though." You respond as he pulls you into a tender hug. His hands wander up to your ribs and then back down, squeezing your ass deliciously, it leaves you moaning at his touch. You hear Sebastian whimpering from his spot on the bed, clearly jealous of your sounds of affection.

"I'll deal with him first then I'll be right with you, little dove." He whispers into your ear, patting your ass two times before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. You decide to let him have his fun and wait for his orders as you sit down by the headboard of the bed.

Sebastian pants in excitement as Ominis begins to undress himself, leaving only his dress shirt, tie and slacks. The blonde then pulls his tie from his neck, feeling the soft material between his fingertips.

"I've reminded you twice already, Sebastian." Ominis calmly reprimands as he gathers Sebastian's hands behind his back. The brunette's breathing quickens as the tie encases his wrists in a tight knot, not allowing him any movement. "I don't like repeating myself."

"I'm sorry." Sebastian tries to appease the blonde's anger, moaning as Ominis's hips press against his bare ass. The blonde's hands caress the soft skin of his butt, fondling the brunette's bottom. Sebastian whimpers as the hardening bulge of Ominis's cock press against his opening. "You know, I can't take my hands off her. I can't—"

"Precisely why you're a fucking pain in the ass," Ominis growls as he grinds his cock against Sebastian's ass. The brunette pathetically sobs against the sheets. "Can't keep your hands to yourself. How pathetic."

Fuck. This is so fucking hot.

You're entranced at their intimate display. Ominis with his domineering power and Sebastian willingly submitting at Ominis's hard and cruel touch. You could feel your pussy leak with excitement and want.

"I've already taught you once." Ominis moves to the side to grab a vial of liquid on the bedside table before moving back to his position behind Sebastian. The blonde then pours the liquid on Sebastian's hole. The brunette jolts at the feeling of the cold liquid dripping down his ass. Ominis laughs softly as Sebastian flinches in sensitivity as his fingers gently rub his hole. "I can do it again."

Not given the chance to respond, Sebastian loudly moans at the intrusion of two fingers. Ominis hums deeply as he revels in the feel of Sebastian's inner walls.

Aroused by the sight, you decide to add to Sebastian's suffering. Opening your legs, your hand moves down to rub your clit, moaning at the sight in front of you. Sebastian looks up with a groan.

"Bloody hell. I'm going crazy." Sebastian whines, his eyes watching your pretty pink pussy dribble out juices as you rub your cunt.

Ominis smiles at the added sound of your moans. Motivated by your voice, he adds another finger in Sebastian. The brunette yells into the sheets as Ominis hits the spot within him.

"Fuck. Ominis. Please! Just fuck me!" Sebastian yells in frustration as he grips the material wrapped around his wrists, veins bulging at how tight he's gripping it. The blonde chuckles at his frustration as he continues his ministrations. "Do it right now or I'll—"

A hand grabs Sebastian's hair out of nowhere, causing him to be cut off from his rambling. The brunette whimpers, reminded of his place as Ominis covers Sebastian's back with his body. The blonde leans close to his ear. "Or you'll what? C'mon, say it. You've been so fucking noisy the past few minutes and now you decide to shut up? Fucking pussy."

The blonde shoves him face down against the sheets and pulls out his fingers. Sebastian whines at the loss of stimulation. He then hears the drop of a belt. His heart drops at Ominis's next words. "Want me to fuck you, hm?"

"Yes, yes, yes— please. Give it to me, please. I'll take it. I'll take it so good please—" Sebastian begs, tears dripping from his eyes.

Your fingers continue to stimulate you as you insert them inside. You smile in satisfaction as Sebastian cowers like a submissive pup under Ominis's body.

"Shut the fuck up." Ominis mutters with nonchalance as he grabs the shaft of his dick and slaps it against Sebastian's opening.

Without warning, the blonde thrusts inside causing the brunette to yell at the intrusion. You were sure the neighbors will be knocking at your door tomorrow morning.

"T-Thank you." Sebastian whimpers as Ominis heads straight into it, moving his hips fast and unforgiving. The brunette takes it like a champ, sobbing into the sheets as Ominis's cock hits his spot again and again.

Sebastian looks up in a daze, eyes locked with yours as you smile down at him. Ominis seems to have noticed his distraction by you and leans down to pull him up against his chest.

The brunette rests his head against his shoulder as Ominis wraps a hand around his throat. "She can't help you. Focus up."

Right now, you have the hottest fucking view there is. Sebastian's cock bounces against his stomach at Ominis's harsh thrust. His back is arched perfectly so that his body is positioned so deliciously to look at. Ominis looks even more ravishing with his jaw clenched as he burrows his head on Sebastian's neck, hand gripping his throat as he continues to rail the brunette. Your fingers try to match the timing of his thrusts.

Sebastian lets out loud whines to the point that the blonde had to shift his hold from his neck to his mouth. The blonde's thrusts speed up faster and harder. "O-Ominis—Right there, fuck."

"Here?" Ominis snarls as he gives him a hard thrust against the spot. Sebastian sobs at the intense pleasure. "Yeah, feels good huh?"

"Oh, fuck. God, I—"

Sebastian's climax is unexpected. The brunette's eyes roll back and his body limps in Ominis's arms as strips of thick white liquid stream out of his cock. You whine as you feel your orgasm coming but stop as your wrist cramps. Ominis thrusts for a few more seconds before slowly stopping, hugging Sebastian's figure close as he lets him calm himself down from his climax.

Pressing chaste kisses on his neck he gently places Sebastian down on the bed, beside you. The brunette only whimpers, still basking in his post-orgasm haze. The blonde unties the restraints, allowing Sebastian reposition comfortably.

You turn to Ominis who pauses for a few seconds, still caressing Sebastian's back. You whine, feeling pent up from the lack of orgasm. "Ominis…"

The blonde hears your pleas as he leaves one last kiss on Sebastian's temple before walking over to your side of the bed. He leans down to press his lips onto you, diving into your arms.

"I missed you." You whine pitifully as you caress his face. He leans into your touch, pressing soft kisses on your wrist.

"I'm sorry it took so long. I'm here now," He mumbles quietly, hands moving to your hips as he grinds against your soft pussy. You moan at the stimulation. "I'll take care of you."

He places a chaste kiss on your cheek before he pushes in. Your breaths quicken as you begin to regain the pleasure of what Sebastian once gave you moments ago. The blonde moves as your pussy takes him without hesitation. You revel in low groans and pants. "If there's one thing Sebastian did right, it's preparing you for me. Fuck baby, you feel so good."

"I feel good?" You question dumbly as your eyes fixate on Ominis's handsome face. He licks his lips before smiling.

"Yeah you do baby. This pussy keeps me up all night when you're not with me." He mumbles as he lifts your leg up to rest against his shoulder. His thrusts quicken. "Can't stop thinking about you."

You whine at his confession. You could feel the incoming edge of your orgasm return. Your hands grab his arms positioned on both sides of your head. You know he's almost close as well from the way he's becoming a bit inconsistent with his rhythm.

"You close baby?" He asks as he feels your thighs shake within his grasp. You hum in agreement as your nails dig into his arm, creating red dents into his flawless skin.

"Inside please, fuck— Inside me." You sob as you try to pull the blonde closer. His tip begins hammering against your sweet spot causing you to tip over the edge and come within his touch. Ominis comes shortly after, groaning as he spurts his release in you. You moan in satisfaction at the warm feeling of his come.

The blonde sighs as he drops his head on your shoulder. There's a lapse of silence before Ominis shifts the two of you with him under you this time. You moan softly as he jostles his length inside you due to the movement. You turn towards him, kissing his lips softly.

"Can I just… ?" He trails off as his hands caress your thigh, silently motioning towards his dick still nestled within you. You giggle before kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, feel's nice." You hum as you gently grind against Ominis's length. The blonde quietly groans at your ministrations but lets you be as it provides enough stimulation but not enough to start another round, yet.

Your eyes glance toward the brunette beside you, eyes swollen with tears as he sleeps quietly. You smile at the thought of Sebastian coming so hard that he passed out.

"Is he asleep?" Ominis asks as he places a hand on your hip, gently encouraging your grinding. You hum as you pepper kisses on the blonde's face.

"Like a baby. You made him pass out. Good job." You quipped, earning a chuckle from the blonde.

"He always got a bit too excited when it comes to riling me up. Serves him right." Ominis sighs in pleasure as he feels your cunt squeeze his length. You could feel a second round coming around the corner.

Ominis pulls you in a tender kiss before thrusting up against you, causing you to moan in pleasure.

"You're both going to kill me." You whisper against his lips as you begin to increase your movements against his cock. Ominis smirks at your words.

His hands grip your hips as he begins the second round, fucking up against your pussy. You moan at his sudden movements.

"We just can't get enough of you, baby."

A/N: ITS FUCKING DONE i finished this at 5 am ,, absolute fucking filth yall

[whorekneecentral]

Christmas On The Farm

Erling Haaland x Fem!Reader

Warnings: family christmases, stealing a tree, use of an axe, getting caught, soft boyfriend erling, a few cheesy moments, fingering, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation kinda, penetrative sex (p in v), nipple sucking, creampie, getting caught in a different way :)

Word Count: 2,357

Author's Note: omg it's the big mannnn, anytime I think of erling, I think of the farm so here we are lmao - also this is for pookie too sorry lmao all her bfs are in here

merry smutmas series

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Erling takes you home to spend the holidays at the Haaland Family Farm and you two end up being the only ones there. 

"Are we going the right way?" You look over at your boyfriend, the man driving through the snow.

Erling nods, "I promise I know where I'm going." He laughs, the wind shield wipers make a squeaking sound, brushing the snow away as he slowly makes his way up the road. He turns into the driveway, the snow really coming down as he parks the car.

"It's freezing!" You shouted, running up the front porch stairs to unlock the door. Erling rolls his eyes at your theatrics, getting the bags out of the car before following you into the house.

The door shuts behind him, Erling shaking the snow off of his hoodie.

The two of you had ventured up to the Haaland family farm for the holidays. His siblings and parents were supposed to meet you guys there but due to the snowstorm, their flights were canceled. They would be arriving on Christmas Eve rather than the 18th like the two of you so that left it up to you to get things ready for the holidays.

It takes the two of you an hour to defrost and get comfortable, Erling rearranging things to his liking and you were relaxing on the couch, finally glad to have your boyfriend to yourself and not have to fight for his attention during the season - though you had to give it to him, he balanced everything in his life perfectly.

"We should decorate," he announces, coming into the living room from the kitchen. You look at the man over your book, "okay, with what?"

Looking around, the house lacked Christmas spirit big time.

Before you could gather yourself, Erling's got you over his shoulder as he walks down the hallway. "I can walk, you know!" You say through the giggles, holding onto him.

He smiles, putting you down at the end of the hallway. "Where's the fun in that?"

You roll your eyes at his childish ways, letting him walk into the room first. The room was used for storage, all sorts of things packed away in boxes and containers. You flipped the switch, turning on the light as he looked around. Eventually you two found the boxes marked for Christmas - ornaments, garland, lights etc.

One by one you moved the boxes into the living room and you started on your tasks.

Erling braved the cold; something that never really bothered him - having his Norwegian blood and all - and strung the lights around the porch railing and roof.

You were working on the inside; wrapping the staircase in garland, changing the curtains to the red and green ones, hanging mistletoe, replacing the regular throw pillows for the holidays ones and things like that. Eventually Erling came back in, helping you with the rest of the tasks, a few miscellaneous things to do here and there around the house.

There was one box left, the big label on the top read ornaments.

"We need a tree," you looked over at him, your hands on your hips.

Erling smiles, "you look.. very wife like."

"Thank you, I guess," you laughed, "but we still need a tree. Do you guys have one somewhere? Did we forget it in the room?"

"You mean like.. a fake one?"

"Yeah, duh." You looked at your boyfriend, the look of confusion on his face. "We don't have one in the house but there's one outside."

"Okay where is it? In the barn or?" You trailed off, waiting for an answer.

"No, we can just cut one down." He says, tossing your hoodie to you. The sweater lands on your face and you move it, looking at the man like he was insane. "I'm sorry, we can.. what?"

"Cut the tree down. There's a few at the back of the property. It stopped snowing so we can make it and be back before it gets really dark."

You put your sweater on, looking for your coat. "Have you ever cut a tree down before?"

Erling shakes his head, putting his own coat on. "No, but it can't be that hard."

He was out the door before you could protest. You really had no choice now, did you? You followed the man to the barn, he pulled an axe out of some trunk and handed you a giant torch light. It was the blind leading the blind, the two of you trudging through the snow to find a Christmas tree.

Sometimes you really wondered what went through this man's head. Then you wondered if you were right in the head, following him through the snow in the dark to find a tree.

You find a few, settling on the biggest one you could get without it being too heavy to carry or too big for the house, and Erling started swinging the axe.

You took a step back; you trusted him but not when it came to chopping a tree down in the dark.

It reminded you of when you were a child, your father yelling at you to hold the light one way while he's doing something and you held it a different way.

So there you were, dragging a Christmas tree through the snow with your boyfriend. "Move faster," Erling says and you grumble.

"We don't all have superhuman strength, you know."

"Just hurry up, babe," he told you.

You grumble again, trying to move a little faster but between the thick snow, the heavy tree and holding the light, it was a little hard to do.

"What's the rush anyways ?"

"Well," he starts and you know that tone; something was wrong. "It's actually the neighbour's tree."

"WHAT?" you stopped, turning to face him. "WE STOLE A TREE?!"

He laughs, nodding for you to keep walking. "It's not that serious babe, just keep walking."

Sometimes you really wondered how you ended up with him as a boyfriend, but the fact that he made you an accomplice to Christmas tree theft is outweighed by how good of a boyfriend he is.

Despite all your huffing, you help him get the tree into the house in the snow off of it. It took about an hour of sorting for you two to settle on a theme for the tree; the classic red, green and gold. The ornaments hung off the branches, Erling strung the lights around the tree before finally plugging it in.

The two of you admired your work, his arms wrapped around you as he hugged you from behind, his chin resting on your head.

Your own hand rests on his, "I cannot believe you made me steal a Christmas tree."

Erling laughs, "is it really stealing though ? The tree is out in the open sooo.." He trails off, making you laugh. You turned to face him, your hands holding his jaw, "you're ridiculous."

He leans into you, kissing you softly. "'Tis the season for giving, baby."

"Yeah, sure."

"Speaking of gifts," he starts, his hands moving to rest on your lower back, pulling you flush against him. "I have one for you."

You brows furrowed, "it's the 18th, babe. You're a whole week early." Your head tilts to the side as you look at your boyfriend. The man smiles, shaking his head as he leans down to kiss you.

It clicks, you realize what his gift is.

"Oh," you giggled, the two of you shifting to the floor. "I like this kinda gift," you whisper, his lips moving to your neck.

"I knew you would," he mumbles into your skin, his cold hand slipping under your shirt. "Erling!" You shrieked, wiggling away from him.

The man smiles, "sorry."

He sits against the couch, watching as you undress in front of him. The leggings sliding down your smooth legs, pooling by your ankles before you step out of them, you pull off the sweater and that leaves you in the same blue set Erling loves so much.

You reach behind to unhook your bra but he stops you, “leave it on.” 

He pulls you by your waist back to him, his hand slipping down to rest on your ass before giving it a smack. You’re quiet, looking down at your boyfriend on the floor. 

“I like this,” he tells you, fingers rubbing over the blue lace. 

You smile, “I know.” 

He pulls you to lay on the floor, he’s sat between your legs with one on either side of him. You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. Erling pulls the panties to the side, his eyes fixed on your pussy and he gives you no warning, pushing his fingers into you. The sound leaving your mouth was like heaven on earth to him. 

His fingers curl upwards, your back arching at the feeling. 

“Baby, please.” your hand reaches down to wrap on his wrist but he swats your hand away, managing to pull both to rest on your stomach and his free hand over your hands, pinning them to your stomach. 

You try to wiggle your hands away from him, trying to grab on something. “Behave.” He tells you, adding another finger.

You subconsciously spread your legs, giving him more room. Erling's cheek presses to your inner thigh, watching as your face twists, pleasure all across it and your hands stop wiggling, he smiles, satisfied. 

Erling can feel your eyes on him, he reaches for the blue lace you’re wrapped up in and tugs it down your legs, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes.

He shifts to lay on his stomach between your legs, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way up to your cunt. 

Your eyes meet his, he knows you’re looking. He wants you to look at him. Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair. 

He knew you like the back of his hand, gripping your thighs to keep them in place as his tongue lapped your clit. Your hips buck, your way of saying you want more and Erling gives in - he always gives into you. Two fingers in you and he glances up to see your head tossed back onto the pillows, eyes fluttering shut and your free hand groping your tit. 

Between his fingers and his tongue, your orgasm was teetering on the edge; he knew that much. 

He pulls his hands away, the sticky fingers on your thighs. A whimper leaves your lips at the loss of fullness. 

“What- why’d you stop?” You asked, pouting at your boyfriend in disapproval.

Erling sits up, patting his lap. “C’mere.” 

You manage to pull yourself up, your legs feeling like jelly as you move yourself onto your boyfriend’s lap. Erling's hands resting on your lower back, fingers dancing up and down the curve of your spine. They run up once more before they stop on the clasp of your bra. 

He unhooks it, letting the straps slide down your arms and land on your lap. He brings his hands around to your stomach, once again his fingers slide up your soft skin before resting on your tits. 

“Erling,” you call, eyes fixed on him.

He hums, his focus on your tits rather than anything you had to say. Gripping his chin between your fingers, he finally looks at you. 

“Please,” you mumble, the desperation all over your face. Erling smiles, there's a look you've seen a million times over on his face.

You’re up on your knees, hovering over his lap, your hands under you as you undo his pants. Erling helps you, pulling them down enough for you to sink down onto him. Your hand rests on his shoulder, giving you a moment to gather yourself before starting to bounce on his lap.

You look at your boyfriend, watching as he kisses down your chest, over your tits before his lips wrap around your nipple, tongue lapping over it. Your hand tangles in his hair, his name falling from your lips.

Your back arches a bit, pushing into Erling. His hand moves from your hip to your other tit, fingers pinching your nipple, twisting and rolling it softly between his thumb and index finger. 

“God,” you breathe, a hand raking through Erling's blonde hair. 

You rock your hips forward and Erling's head drops back into the couch, his eyes fluttered closed.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” His hand pats your hip, “made just for me.” He tells you, your lips on his neck -- a trail of marks and sloppy kisses being left along his neck.

Erling can feel the way you were clenching around him and he knew you were close; you knew he was close, his eyes closed and head back.

His hand reaches between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit once again. “Oh my god,” your hips bucked, his fingers matching the pace of his hips, your body rocking back and forth to get the most out of your boyfriend. 

“C’mon sweetheart, want you to cum for me.” He says, knowing it won't be long more. 

He knew you like the back of his hand, every look, every touch, every movement, he knew you.

Between the two, he pushes you over the edge. The knot in your stomach comes loose and your boyfriend watches as you cum. The wetness wrapping around his cock, and with a few sloppy thrusts, Erling follows behind you. 

The two of you are holding onto each other like the other is going to disappear, giggly and love drunk. Your boyfriend peppers kisses all over your face, your arms wrapped over his shoulders.

It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that you two froze, looking at each other. "Erling?!" The voice calls from outside.

His hand covers your mouth, your brows furrowed and eyes widen as you look at him. His lips are by your ear, "it's the neighbour."

You move his hand, whispering back to him. "The lights are on."

"Shhh, they'll go away if we're quiet."

You look at your boyfriend, lips pressed together in an attempt to muffle your laughter. He really did make you wonder sometimes.

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poltergiest! wonwoo x f!reader

summary: after an accident that occurred, your friend decides to move you both into a new apartment for closure; however, it was unknown that the apartment was actually the site of a brutal murder.

genre: ghost au!, slight joshua x reader, joshua is a menace but for good-ish reasons, wonwoo is manipulative but doesn’t know love, swearing, violence, lowercase intended

SMUT AHEAD! contents include: semi-hate sex, wonwoo and you love titties, subtle corruption kink, voyeur but not much

first time writing smut please be nice lol

wc: 6.1k

not proofread

18+ ONLY, BE WARNED

the doorknob was too rusty for your liking.

“you don’t like it?” your friend, joshua asks.

you blink, snapping briefly out of your stupor. you dart your attention to him, seeing a slight smirk on his face before it fades behind his own smiling eyes.

you glance away out of embarrassment of being caught. “no. it’s very…” your eyes trail back to the bronze number plaque representing the apartment; you can pinpoint specks of paint ready to be flicked off. “unique i have to say!”

joshua lets out a breathy chuckle. “good. cause this place is one we are going to be staying at for a while.” he reaches into his dress-pant’s pocket as you register his words.

“for a while?” you subtly gasp, “aren’t you like rich-rich?” you turn to him and clasp your hands together in a pleading manner, “i swear i’ll pay you back for whatever costs just don’t make me go in…there!” you point at the door.

joshua jingles the keys in his pocket before fishing them out to dangle sardonically in front of your face.

“weren’t you the one to tell me that i should understand how…” he waves his hand with the key, jingling them in a way you could only describe as pompous, “everyday people live.”

his attitude causes you to back down.

his gloved hand positions the key into the slot and turns it, eliciting a sharp click. you take one last glance over the edge of the second story railing, the rapid wind cooling your nervous body.

joshua makes a sound of disgust as he wipes his black glove against his pants, wiping off the dusty iron; as he saunters in the apartment, you hesitantly follow, still admiring the sunset.

he flicks on the light switch in the hallway and you both observe the singular stutter of the—surprisingly—white LED light.

he puts his hand on his hip. “welcome to our new abode.” you grimace at the way he is taking this all in. he strolls over to the kitchen island, setting down the keys before looking over at you with scrutinizing eyes.

at the same time, you sheepishly tip-toe your way over to him like a magnet; your eyes scan the area of a mesh between the living room and kitchen. you lean your body further to notice a hallway that leads to bedrooms.

you glance back over to your friend, ready for the next instructions, but his attention is focused somewhere else; you follow his gaze to a bookshelf.

you snigger at him, “you read books?”

his attention snaps back to you—you notice his facade dwindle little by little with every snarky remark you make—and then he smirks back at you.

“with the way you jest, you believe you know a lot,” he barely whispers.

you feel tingles bubble in uncomfortable places. you bite your lip and downcast your eyes, somewhat apologizing with your body.

joshua’s tense demeanor relaxes a bit, you sense him giving off a comforting aura, as if he is trying to soothe you in someway. he waves over to the shelf. “i just noticed that a book fell, probably from how hard you slammed the door.”

you whip around to see the door is shut and groan, “agh, i’m sorry about that.”

joshua steps over to your side, close enough to take in his body heat, “things are too much and going by so fast—i get it. don’t worry about it too much.” he smiles. “now i’m going to grab our things so you can go around and explore.”

you nod your head, observing the man causally walking down the hall and opening the door to the outside world. it shuts dramatically once again. your body feels caged more than ever.

“i don’t even know if you can understand it…” you whisper to the air.

the air whispers back, “that man will never understand as much as he claims to…”

you twist your head around, scanning for…nothing.

you immediately scamper. ignoring the book that is lying by your feet, you jump over it and speed-walk to the front door. you attempt to reason yourself out of it.

‘ghosts? no—no…not ghosts. i mean even if there was a ghost i doubt he knows i know, so i’ll casually walk out and sneak by joshua and book it down the street and return to living my normal life before that wack job entered it.’

you clasp the doorknob. it wouldn’t budge. you wiggle it till you see the part where there is no door and only a knob.

‘oh shit there really is a ghost here.’

you slowly turn your head back to see the keys still sitting on the island.

‘okay so there is only one lock and it’s from the inside and for the love of the absolute whatever is the door not budging?’

the door opens and you shriek.

on the other side, joshua stares at you with wide confused eyes.

he tilts his chin down. “is everything okay?“

your hands—that spontaneously covered your mouth at that instance—retract. you swallow and shake your head.

“no! it’s not okay!” your hands clutch your pants. you begin to whisper and glance around to your sides. “i think this place is haunted.”

joshua snorts and eyes you up and down. “haunted?”

“mhm!”

he covers his mouth with his right hand and chuckles.

you stomp your foot on the ground like a child. “i’m serious!”

he raises that same hand in the air as if he is surrendering. “okay! i would believe you,” your brows furrow, “if you had proof.”

you raise an eyebrow at him. “josh, look at the apartment we are at right now,” your teeth begin to clatter against each other, “and ghosts are somehow out of the question?”

“i never said ghosts weren’t real, but you haven’t even been in the apartment for 10 minutes. a ghost wouldn’t immediately make its presence known.” he consoles.

you flick your wrist in confusion. “isn’t a ghost’s whole objective to get people to leave its sacred space? wouldn’t i be better if they jumped the gun?”

joshua taps his chin. “not always—those are normally known as poltergeists.”

you cross your arms, rubbing your hands against your skin to soothe the bumps that arose during your conversation. “like from paranormal activity?”

joshua squints his eyes and puts his hand on the suitcase handle. “the main antagonist was a demon—not a poltergeist.” he begins to walk inside, squeezing past you through the doorframe. you hear him mutter, “that’s the reference she makes? and not name the actual movie poltergeist?”

you scoff, “isn’t that an old movie?”

“a very well known movie,” he sighs, wheeling the suitcase and stopping it next to the couch. joshua prances over to the bookshelf that caught his attention earlier and picks up the book that fell. he flips over the book to the cover and reads it before placing it under his armpit.

joshua comes back over and rests himself on the armrest on the pre-furnished couch.

“no matter what the movie displays, poltergeists are the main type of spiritual entity able to manipulate the physical world.”

you tilt your head. “i thought any type of ‘spiritual entities’ could?”

joshua grins. “that’s what hollywood wants you to think. the low-level spectrum of ‘ghosts’ are officially labeled as ‘wanderers’—“

you snap your fingers. “like those in limbo!”

joshua’s grin fades into a solemn smile. “those who cannot move on.” his eyes then darken. “poltergeists are those who will themselves not to move on. all they need is a push in the right direction.”

it’s weird seeing joshua this intense. however, it doesn’t last long when he clasps his hands and his smile that joins his eyes return.

“enough with that exposition of spooky stuff—i’ll turn on a show for you to watch while i take care of our things.”

you groan. “you don’t have to keep doing everything; i feel bad that you are basically taking care of me.”

joshua pats the couch cushion, welcoming you to trudge over and plop on a seat. “after all you have been through, you need time to recover. i’m here to help with that.” he bends over to the coffee table in front of you both and turns on the tv.

you notice his glances when he flicks through the channels. “i don’t care what we watch, i’m fine with the harry potter movies they show every weekend.”

joshua laughs. “alright then, princess.”

your face flushes and you sink further into the couch.

he sets down the remote back on the table and wipes off metaphorical dust.

before he fully enters the hallway leading to the bedrooms, he turns back to you.

“you don’t mind sleeping on the couch do you?”

your face drops.

joshua winces in return. “it’s a pullout couch. i would give you the bedroom but a man needs his…”

you shut your eyes. “oh god—yes just take it.”

strolling down the hall, joshua sighs in relief. “thank you!”

you hear the door shut, then another click, then you are alone.

the LED light flickers off.

‘oh goddamnit.’

you glance at the still working tv screen. ‘it doesn’t help that harry potter is currently in the dark woods.’

“princess, huh. you are really going to let him worm his way through you like that?”

your eyes practically bulge out of your head. you whip your head to the source of the noise—toward the bookshelf.

a—rather handsome—man stands there, licking his thumb before turning it to the next page of a book. the man doesn’t look at you, but you feel obligated to respond. his aura compels you not to look at him for too long. instead, you take interest in the book he is flicking through: The Return of Sherlock Holmes.

“or did he reduce you to a blubbering mess with just petty words?” his baritone voice ponders.

you clear your throat, willing yourself to meet his face. “no, no he didn’t. he is just a nice guy.” you internally gag by how lame you sound.

your attention then snaps back to the book he is reading. you sputter, “wait! you’re holding the book!” you stand up and pace over to him, “does that mean you’re a poltergeist?” you ask dumbly.

the man is taken aback, by your bluntness and impulsiveness to approach him. his shoulders relax soon after as he dons a small smirk on his face. “cute.”

you pause, wondering how hot your cheeks could burn.

he retracts the book and places it on the shelf shoulder length to you, displaying the title. “you just got here, didn’t you?”

reminding you of your current situation, your shoulders droop, eyes falling to the floor. “unfortunately.”

the man latches onto your mood swing. “why so sad about it? is this place not to your liking?”

you glance back to—for once—meet his gaze but you cannot will yourself to be in there for too long. “uhm—it’s just not my style.”

the man hums and looks around. “is it too old for you? i can change it to your liking?”

your hands wave in front of you before you even realize. “no no! it’s fine—“

“you weren’t here by choice were you?”

your hands stop their frantic movements and slowly clasp into light fists. “yeah…”

the man shrugs his shoulders. “it’s not so bad here.” he then strides past you, brushing against your shoulder. you turn to observe him, seeing him walk over to the island to pick up the set of keys joshua left there. “this yours?”

you confusingly nod at him. “i guess so.”

he huffs. “you aren’t very sure of yourself are you?” he seems to mutter something under his breath, “that can be changed.” he takes one key off and sets the rest of the key ring back on island.

the man fiddles with the singular key and quietly whistles, scanning around the cabinets and other shelves. he then tosses the key before snatching it through the air, pacing back to the bookshelf.

he lifts the book he previously was reading and places the keys behind there.

he meets your confused state. “it’s our secret,” he whispers, placing his finger on your lips as a ‘shush’ notion. “isn’t that right?”

your chin trembles. “yeah, sure.”

he grins. “good girl.” he brushes past you once again.

you try to reach out to him, but he was never there.

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ever since the accident, you couldn’t sleep; flashes of pain and suffering kept you awake. the days felt like minutes while the night felt like years.

joshua mostly kept you company during the day, but sometimes he would leave, instructing you not to go anywhere for your well-being. at night, he was locked up in the bedroom, doing whatever he does, leaving you alone once again.

however, you weren’t alone for too long. as the friendly-poltergeist, you dubbed mr. beanie (after you caught him trying joshua’s on in the hallway), kept you company.

“and that’s how i was able to take a photo of her cheating on her boyfriend!” you end your story time.

mr. beanie only sat there, entranced by your storytelling, as the clock rolled onto 2 am.

he adjusts his linked hands in his lap. “was the boyfriend a friend of yours? or do you just like to see justice handed out?”

you rest your head on the back couch cushion. “ding ding ding! he was one of my friends—poor chan. i wonder how he is doing nowadays.”

“and was he loyal?” beanie asks.

you sit up straight. “he better have been or i will kick his ass! making me do all that for nothing,” you pout.

beanie scoots an inch closer to you, releasing his clasped fingers to put his hand on the cushion behind you. “did you love him?”

you sputter, “love? oh god no he is just a friend!”

he tilts his head and shrugs his shoulders, eyes glancing upwards.

the silence agitates you further after that question. “the last time i was in love it was a shit-show.”

the brown haired man raises an eyebrow; you crack your neck—a nervous tick responding to the intense stare you suddenly received.

you continue, fingers gripping your pants tightly, “we were fine as all couples were—for the honeymoon phase—but,” you whistle. you feel him place a hand and methodically tap your back as a form of comfort. “his habits got worse. i thought when getting into the relationship, i could change him.”

beanie nods. “what habits?” he sits up. “did he hurt you?”

your hand unfurls. “uhm…no? i-i don’t think so at least. he never laid his hands on me but some of the things he said to me weren’t…boyfriend-like?”

the methodical tapping meshes with your heartbeat.

“and the real tipping point is when…” you pause again, his palm lays flat on your spine. “i had to go to the hospital.” your hands tremble. you wave your hands trying to explain and contain your emotions. the oven light flickers. “i just remember blacking out and then waking up in the hospital.” you blow air through your nose dumbly. “and he never visited. i even looked at the visitor list for me and…no sign of his name.”

“…and how did you meet,” his eyes glance up to the hallway, “this man?”

you blink rapidly. “what is your problem with him?”

his eyes glaze over for a second. “i don’t trust men like that.” you then notice how close he has inched to you. “doesn’t it make you angry?”

you whisper, dumbfounded by the tense change in conversation, “angry?”

he hums. “this man you moved in with has some similar qualities to the boyfriend you described.”

“what? no he doesn’t!” you exclaim.

he leers further in your full eyes. “he brought you here out of your own free will, he doesn’t pay attention to you, and won’t answer any of your questions fully.”

you try to interject but he continues.

“the day you first moved in here, you explained your fear and he did nothing. in fact, you are here,” he gestures to you both sitting on the couch, “talking to the most dangerous entity in the radius—well besides other humans.” he leans closer to you, you could only imagine his breath fanning your lashes. “if someone tries to interrupt our peace, i’ll protect you.”

footsteps pad toward your direction. your eyes widen as you stare at your ghostly friend. he doesn’t seem too shocked, however, as he just turns his attention to the incoming sounds.

“(name)?” joshua rubs his eyes. “what are you still doing up?”

you hear the man beside you scoff; you send off a little glare to him before replying, “as always, i couldn’t sleep.” you pause, taking in his work attire, “what are you still doing up—in your work clothes no less?"

joshua dryly chuckles. "just got caught up with work."

your fingers dig into your pants—uncomfortable with his presence. “ahh. how fun…” you try to sneak a glance toward the being beside you only to see an empty spot.

a blade from the ceiling fan pierces the wall beside joshua’s head.

“holy shit!” you stand up, stumbling towards the man who continued to rub his eyes sleepily. you don’t notice joshua’s eyes scanning the area.

your hand reaches out hesitatingly, but you pull it away, back to your chest.

joshua notices and furrows his brows. “what have you been up to during these nights?”

your hand grips your wandering hand’s wrist. “nothing important!” you notice the ghostly figure stand in the doorframe to joshua’s bedroom, but he doesn’t walk in. joshua follows your gaze and then turns back with a roll of his eyes. “i’ve been recovering!” you nod to support your point.

joshua sighs and rubs his forehead. “recovering as in talking things out?” you pout and begin to study the hardwood floor. “talking doesn’t really prove much compared to actions. maybe start, reading a book or doing something to actually move on,” he snips.

your eyes flash back to him. “doing something? like what? go for a walk? i would if you actually let me out of the house—i’m not a damn house cat! i can’t even go into your room. you even take most of the damn books!”

joshua’s chin twitches in annoyance. he sharply exhales. “it’s for your own good.”

he turns away from you, marching back to his room. the man is still at the doorway, seeming to try and peek in, but joshua wipes the air, distorting the spiritual being’s presence.

the man vanishes completely.

the fan blade sits there in its spot, like a little form of mockery.

“go read a book,” you mimic, “i’m not a fucking kid.”

yet, still following his words, you toddle to the bookshelf. with a downcast gaze, out of anger, you stop yourself before you could kick the book on the ground.

you recognize it. the same book the man was reading when he showed his presence: The Return of Sherlock Holmes. next to the fallen book, newspaper clippings are lying haphazardly. you should have seen the title coming.

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?

yes, you have.

crouching on the floor, you mentally slap yourself for remembering that you have been fancying yourself up next to a goddamn poltergeist: beings that only remain to wreck havoc.

you scan the paragraph on the side next to the picture before reading the section toward the bottom.

‘Jeon Wonwoo was reported missing around the end of the holiday season. He was last seen enjoying the festivities downtown on North St. with friends, Kim Mingyu and ——.’

you couldn’t even decipher the latter’s name.

“we both have had our fair share of bad romance.” the man—wonwoo’s—voice hits you upside the head like a brick. you tense up, wiping your sweaty palms against your pants.

you swallow. you feel his presence rubbing against your spine. “she killed me.”

you snap your head back to face him; he isn’t looking at you.

he continues, “we have been dating for around 6 months. mingyu was too naive to see it as he slowly fell in love with her. couldn’t blame him though, she knew how to do her job well….” he pauses, enacting eye contact with you. it’s not anything dark like you’ve seen before. “well i guess that’s how i also took pity on you; you remind me of him.”

you will yourself to speak, “what happened?”

he sighs, eyes darkening once again. “she convinced me to drink while we were out; i trusted her. she even bought me a book as a treat. then, she took me back to her apartment—here—to the bedroom where we were beginning to fuck.”

you blush out of embarrassment.

“but then she pulled a knife out on me. i tried to fight and was beginning to overpower her, but this wasn’t her first time. she slipped something in my drink, causing me to be sloppy and weak.” he spits.

“that’s why you’re still here…” you ponder.

he nods. “i’ve been waiting in this apartment for her return, so i can get revenge. i’ve been gaining energy from the inhabitants here—“

“killing them—?” you vocalize in horror.

he pouts mockingly at you. “is that so wrong? you hinted at it yourself, the people that come here aren’t good. i’m just doing the world a favor.”

you inch your way to separate yourself from him.

he snaps his gaze onto your form. “don’t you wish you could do the same? as much as we are trapped here, we are free.”

you shake your head. “no..no…”

he grabs the back of your head and mashes your faces together.

his tongue enters your mouth unexpectedly. your eyes shut, unable to do anything else out of confusion, slight fear, and some fucked up kind of attraction.

you barely register his claim over pockets of your mouth till he forces your separation. you breath heavily. he chuckles at your response.

“you know she is never coming back, so just think of me,” you state, out of breath, eyeing the sherlock holmes book.

he whispers, “you don’t know that…you don’t know anything.” all the lights in the apartment flash on and off like a bolt of lightning.

‘fuck it.’

“i know it,” you reply cockily, “cause i’ll be all you’re thinking about.”

wonwoo freezes with wide eyes that could see the whites.

this time, you snatch the back of his head, gripping roots of his hair, and bring him closer to you.

your sets of teeth click for a second as your tongue overpowers him. with another pull of his hair, wonwoo groans, rumbles fluttering through his chest. his hands slide down from your shoulders to your waist. he gives one squeeze to your hips, eliciting a squeak from you.

his tongue wraps around yours as you try to pull back for air out of habit. only a small gasp cries out from your lips before he messily mushes you both closer.

you tap his head with your two fingers, causing him to instantly pull away, searching for any discomfort on your face.

you heave, “can we do it somewhere comfortable?” your knee rubs against the newspaper clipping. wonwoo hears this noise and glances down.

he quickly meets your gaze again. “c’mere darling.” he picks you up, fingers squeezing your thighs. he struts over to the couch and tosses you in there gently; you laugh in surprise.

he trots back to your previous spot and picks up the newspaper clipping with a firm grip. you couldn’t help but recognize and understand the prominence of his veiny hands.

he crawls on top of you and tucks the paper under you; all in one motion, he tugs your shirt upwards. he stops at your upper midsection, you feel him snap off your bra and pull both articles of clothing off.

he whistles and gapes at your plump tits.

the room gets warmer and you attempt to curl your arms around yourself.

wonwoo’s gaze hardens. “none of that.” he grips both of your wrists and pries them apart, mocking some weak strength, “didn’t you say to focus on you? so let me see it.”

the ceiling fan swirls faster. lights turn on and off in your vision; you don’t know if it’s from him (in more than one way) or if it’s the leftover blades obscuring the light.

he clasps his cold hands around both of your tits and kneads them sensually. he flips his right hand over to slot your nipple between his fingers. he pulls them up slowly and gauges your reaction before pinching it, drawing out a gasp from your lips.

before you could recover, he continues to tease that one and latches his mouth over your other one, suckling it.

your hands—after having no where to go—latch onto the sides of the couch.

wonwoo releases his wet mouth and the warm air fans over you, perking your nipples up taller. he snatches both of your lingering hands and positions them back on his head.

you smirk. “so you have a hair pulling kink, huh?”

he pushes his knee further between your legs. “just need you to hold onto something before you break.”

your smirk fades as you lean your head back. you tug the strands of his hair as he goes down on your chest once again. instead of giving too much attention to your tits, he smothers kisses between the crevice before turning to one mound and sucking—hard.

you cry out. you could feel a smirk twitch against his lips before he gives it one feather kiss.

his hands creep from the sides of your shoulders to rest by your head on the cushion, supporting his weight. his knee pushes further.

at the same time, his kisses travel up to the crook of your neck. he lightly peppers any skin in his way. he bites down spontaneously.

you moan obscenely you didn’t even know you could muster.

“that’s a new one,” wonwoo lowly comments.

while he tickles your neck, one of his hands travel down, fiddling with the button holding you together. he snaps them apart at the same time he suckles a specific part of your neck.

his cold hand then taps his way on top of your underwear before sliding down the top to your clit.

the temperature cause you to shudder and bury your face into wonwoo’s cheek.

two of his fingers enter suddenly.

you gasp, “already?”

wonwoo tugs your ear lobe with his teeth. “we don’t have much time together.”

your moist hole sucks him up as if you are twisting a wet towel.

he bellows a guttural groan. the sensation vibrates your ear drums, loosening your hands to rest onto his upper back.

his thick fingers spread and kiss every section they can access.

“darling,” he huffs, “you’re so tight, even just around my fingers. are you sure you aren’t a succubus?”

the fact they are real doesn’t interrupt your current scenario.

he inserts a third one. you pray you don’t combust then and there. you bite your lip.

“just give it to me,” he mutters.

you do with a foul moan.

wonwoo slaps his hand over your mouth swiftly. “shhh. don’t want one of god’s holy messengers to hear us, do we?”

still undergoing first high, you shake your head rapidly, not processing what he said.

he sighs dramatically. pulling out his fingers, that seem to covered with liquid. he swipes those fingers under your chin, barely out of reach from your tongue.

he erects back up to a kneeling position on top of you, pulling your pants and underwear down to your ankles before ripping them off.

“you ready, darling?” he asks, taking off his shirt with bulging muscles.

you nod dumbly.

he leans back on top of you and taps your cheek. “words?”

you blink. “yeah! yeah… i’m good.”

a glimmer shines through his eyes. “good. just tap my cheeks if anything goes wrong.” he places one soft lingering kiss on your lips.

you whine for more and try to meet him again but your interrupted by your own sounds. your fingers dig into his shoulder blades.

wonwoo rumbles under his breath, “the supernatural shouldn’t be a stretch when this magnificent pussy can still be this tight somehow.”

you didn’t notice his one hand is interlocked with yours, his fingers gripping the slits as he slowly inserts himself.

you huff and hear rustling of paper. you peer down and bite your lip to see wonwoo placing the newspaper clipping under you both.

‘if this is the closure he needs then i guess it’s fine—‘

he whistles again—a habit you assume—and grips his hand next to your head. he begins to thrust slowly with a low grunt. in and out. each time he languidly pushes in to its extent, you feel him reach corners that have you seeing stars.

the slow beginner pace also slows down your mind as your lone hand scratches his shoulder blade. it slowly trails its way down, bouncing back up when wonwoo’s dick reaches your soul.

with light cold fingertips, your nails gently pluck one of his nipples on his sagging yet firm pecs. you whole palm then smushes it, squeezing it in rhythm during one of wonwoo’s thrust. he tilts his head forward, resting his forehead on your collarbone.

your hand continues its journey downward. before you can even fathom the size of his abs he roughly thrusts in and out, causing you to grab onto his sides abruptly. your thumb fiddles with the muscles as wonwoo’s pace ramps up to reach his high.

he grunts. “tell me you’re about to come. come for me, pretty.”

you nod, tears forming from the corner of your eyes, “i will—i’m going to—i’m so close wonwoo—please!”

he couldn’t resist your pleading, dumping his load into you. he gauges your current state: eyes shut and hands tightening around anything they touch. you still haven’t came.

even after his energy has spent, wonwoo returns to speeding up to match you up to his speed.

you come for a second time with a loud moan; wonwoo doesn’t cover it up.

you inhale and exhale so loudly you could barely hear your heart beating.

wait. its not your heart.

you turn to the side to see joshua sitting in a side chair in the living room, clapping with a hard on.

“thank you for the show, you two,” joshua comments slyly, “do you both feel better now?”

you blink and feel warmer out of embarrassment of being caught.

“josh—what the fuck—wait…” it clicks within your head.

you promptly try jerking yourself out of wonwoo’s grasp as he moans softly. you ignore the pleasure of leaving him but whimper in the loss of intimate contact. the newspaper now dripping in goo sticks to the couch.

you breathe heavily. “how the fuck can you see him?”

joshua blinks innocently. “do you feel better?”

you tuck in your chin to your chest and cover your private parts out of frustration. “yes, i do? i mean what girl wouldn’t like some dick—“

“i don’t care about what sensations you think you perceive,” joshua interrupts, “what do you want to do now?”

you scoff, tears wetting the corners of your eyes for a different reason, “i want to get away from you—both of you—you goddamn manipulators!”

joshua smirks and glances over at wonwoo with a victorious smile. he claps his hands one last time. “perfect! where are your keys?”

you sputter, angry at the whirlwind of questions, “oh, so i can get out of here now?”

joshua stands up. “of course you can, or you can choose to stay here with wonwoo, but i highly do not recommend.” joshua laughs proudly. “i don’t even know if wonwoo will stay here anymore after this.”

you turn to see wonwoo glaring at joshua.

‘oh…’

“i’m dead, aren’t i?” you answer yourself.

joshua solemnly nods. “yes…you had a stroke and died as soon as you entered the hospital. the only thing you had on you was your apartment key…”

you finish his statement, “the object that tethers me here.”

joshua places his hands in front of him—covering his consequences. “the reason you couldn’t leave this place was because you couldn’t be more than a certain feet away from your desired object. or, you would feel a pull that brings you back to them.”

you laugh, defeated, leaning back into the couch, pelvis aching.

‘what a way to do aftercare..’

joshua waits for you. “only till after you have relieved yourself,” he sniggers before composting himself with a cough, “can you leave limbo and move on.”

you stare blankly at the ceiling.

wonwoo asks the question you were just thinking, “why here and what do i have to do with it?”

joshua rubs the back of his neck. “well originally, as a medium, i was assigned to deal with your case, wonwoo, before the sentinels arrive. you’ve been racking up a kill count at the same time i got newly assigned to your case, (name).”

joshua begins to pace back and forth you two, continuing his exposition. “you both had similar issues and i thought—“

“that you might as well kill two birds with one stone. aka you let me try and help us,” you gesture at you and wonwoo, “to get over our issues.”

wonwoo leans back on the couch as well. “so you didn’t have to do any of the work.”

joshua slaps his hands on his sides. “when you say it like that it makes me sound like the bad guy.”

you and wonwoo don’t say anything.

joshua huffs and crosses his arms. “i was trying to help you before you both got killed. so a thank you for bringing you two together would be nice.”

“who says we are leaving?” wonwoo questions. joshua and you turn to him in puzzlement. “maybe i haven’t gotten over my baggage and i turned,” he points a thumb at you, “(name), into a poltergeist.”

you slam your hand on the couch. “wait so that was your plan?”

wonwoo shrugs in nonchalance but a hint of discomfort soaks his aura. it tastes weird on your tongue.

you stand up, not caring about your exposure. “yeah okay i’m out and i’m ready to move on and be reborn or whatever happens.”

you march over to the bookshelf and reach for the keys wonwoo hid on the first day. you turn back around to hand them to joshua but notice wonwoo’s downcast gaze.

you point to the book on the floor to signal to josh and walk back over to the couch in front of wonwoo.

you exhale, then realize that you have been breathing the whole time out of habit. “look, wonwoo,” he doesn’t move his head but meets your gaze. “it’s your choice if you decide to move on but. i’m telling you that staying here would be an even more waste of your time.”

you take a pause before continuing, observing wonwoo slightly relax as you talk. “you technically got your revenge as we did fuck on top of your ex girlfriend.”

“it’s not enough,” he growls.

you scoff. “as much power as you think you have, she probably wants this. for you to think about her all the time and consume your every thought—she feeds off of it. don’t give her that satisfaction.”

you pause one last time, gathering your final thoughts. “i know i’m not much and we just met and we just had sex, but. i wouldn’t mind if you joined me to a new life—a new start—for both of us to live how we wanted to.”

wonwoo lowers his hand that was holding his head and stares at you blankly.

you nod awkwardly. “so uhm. thank you—i guess?”

you turn to joshua and pass him your keys. “wait i’m not a poltergeist cause i could hold those right?”

joshua laughs. “no, you’re not. these are what tie you here so of course you can have a strong emotional attachment to make it physical.”

you pat yourself on the back for not giving in too much. “okay! okay…” you meet joshua’s find gaze as he clasps the keys. “i guess i should thank you too—as much as you were a voyuer-ous dick.”

joshua smirks. “i’ll take that. and thank you for trying to convince him instead of following him.”

you wave and shrug your shoulders. “since this is the last moments of my soul being here then i want to make them lawfully impressionable.”

you feel your insides—your soul—becoming lighter; the sensation of being on a rollercoaster and going down the big drop, filling your excitement along with anxiety.

bubbles then fill the air. you stare at them fondly before popping one, experiencing content after everything that has happened.

joshua holds your key above a purple candle. “may you rest in peace.”

tags: @jcxbliss

a/n: that’s the end!! ahhh i spent so long this weekend writing it out of the blue def my longest fic. i just wanted to write a ghost fic cause i saw a prompt of sadistic ghost x empathetic ghost; i was like ‘man i haven’t written about wonwoo, he could work here’ cause i wanted to do jeonghan but that’s favoritism.

as stated before, i’ve never written smut just read it so please don’t judge it too hard. mainly it’s included to add more to wonwoo/reader’s relationship this make it an actual ‘xreader’

i tried to make it hinted at throughout the story that reader was a ghost since she never could touch anything or enter joshua’s room (since it was sealed up via magic). also the light flickering and other stuff happened cause wonwoo was trying to influence her to kill josh but she unknowingly was able to move on because of that. if it wasn’t too apparent, at the beginning, reader was very indecisive and skeptical about everything including her past relationships; when she interacted with wonwoo, she slowly became decisive and at the end knew what she wanted to do instead of blindly following or agreeing. also it’s open ended if wonwoo moved on or continued to stay there; if he chose the latter, he would basically be hunted down by exorcists so who knows if he made it out then lol.

and yes i made up my own lore lol. so if there are any questions i can further explain or expand upon this world 🫶

if you made it this far, please reblog!

have a nice day/night 🫶

[ohbo-ohno]

hey hey heyyy saw this and thought of youuu

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT83xLH3c/

(completely sfw don't worry) but like, Imagine for one reason or another you desperately need to get married (maybe to qualify for your medieval grandpa's will) but no one wants you for whatever reason so you promptly go down to the gallows where this murderous ex Soldier was to be executed and you are just "he'll do" not aware that he comes as a package deal with his partner who didn't get caught 👀

are you. are you joking. oh my god

thinking about a woman who's got a terrible home life. i feel like either her parents want to marry her off to some guy who's like 80 or they treat her like a workhorse and are super abusive

and to her, quite literally Anything is better than the life she's stuck in. and for a woman in this time period the only real way to escape is to get married. and since no one will marry her (she's poor and everyone knows how her family is).... well there's really only one choice

she definitely proposes to soap, not ghost. the man getting dragged to the gallows is perfectly at ease - shoulders rolled back, easy smile on his lips, you would never think he's being led to his death. there's something in his over all demeanor that makes it almost easy to jump from the crowd and shout a proposal

he's excited, almost ferally so. he grabs your wrist and holds tight, doesn't let you get even a full armlength away from him. that's when you start to think maybe this was a mistake, but it's far too late now. he's also weirdly insistent about the two of you going to a very specific room in a very specific hotel (or whatever they used to be called)

you get a bit more scared every second that goes by, but you're well aware what a man expects on his wedding night - you grew up on a farm, you know how animals mate. it's scary, of course, but you know you'll have to bear it

except when you get to the room, he doesn't try and take you. you know he wants to - there's a tent in his pants that makes your face flame - and he keeps you flush against him. he sits at the table? you're in his lap. you try to go to the bathroom? he stays so close to you that you decide it's not worth the potential humiliation.

he talks your ear off the whole time - tells you how pretty you are, goes into frankly excessive detail about what he likes about every single part of you, tells you how he wants to "stuff you full", says things like "'m not so bad, kitty, know ye must be scared but i'll take care of ye, don't worry" and "just wait til he gets here, then we can get started" and no matter how much you ask who he is he refuses to tell you

he has his mouth pressed against you throat (switching between licking, biting, and talking about how he can't wait to see what's under your skirts) when the door opens, and you realize that you've truly made a mistake

the new man who walks in has to duck beneath the door frame, he's so massive. had he been the one walking to the gallows, you never, ever would have proposed. he's got to be twice the size of you, his face covered, the rest of him filthy and covered in dirt

(((if i had the energy i'd write dialogue here, but anon i am sleepy)))

soap would be soooooooo happy to present you to ghost, is literally drooling and beaming as he grabs you by the hips and hooks his chin over your shoulder, big hands stroking across your stomach and skirts as he says isn't she so pretty?

anyways. you're getting railed that night. hope you like being on the run with two criminals who have absolutely no intention of crossing over to the light side!!

(ghost fucks you first, bc soap needs to learn to be patient with his new toy, but he lets you suck his cock while he waits for his turn. when soap fucks you next, you're laying on ghost's stomach and he wipes away your pretty tears as johnny does his best to break your back. the next day johnny laughs when you're walking with a small limp, and ghost makes him apologize with his tongue <3)

[devildom-moss]

February poll story

NSFW - Simeon x Barbatos x MC

(Barbatos x Simeon x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (switch!verse!Barbatos / switch(/bratty sub?)!bottom!Simeon / dom!top!MC) (poly/threesome; MC with cock/strap-on; partially outdoor sex; exhibitionism; voyeurism; oral - receiving/strap sucking; anal - giving Simeon and Barbatos; frottage; Simeon gets double stuffed because he's a good boy; slightly cruel and teasing MC; but also plenty of soft MC; multiple orgasms - but no MC orgasm specified; no condom (bad, don't do); anal creampie; cum used as lube (also bad); begging, fingering; handjob; overstim; praise; pet names "good boy(s)" "angel"; slight degradation (slut-praising?); slight aftercare mentions) (established relationship with Simeon; relationship hierarchy) (no plot, all horny)

Word Count: +2,900

“You’re so fucking pretty like this.” You bent down to whisper in Simeon’s ear, keeping your length still inside him as he squirmed, desperate for the slightest bit of friction. You smirked. “So. Fucking. Pretty, angel.”

“Please –” Simeon begged, grinding back against your hips “– more.”

You straightened your spine and placed your hand on the small of Simeon’s back, making him arch against the railing of Purgatory Hall’s balcony. A quarter moon hung in the sky, providing just enough light to make his skin glisten, highlighting every soft edge of his body. He was luminous. The view of the stars twinkling above mountains and over colorful city lights was overshadowed when you had Simeon bent over the rail and moaning on your cock/strap. His skin burned from arousal, and the cool night air felt nice against his burning cheeks as desperation rose in him. How much more would his skin burn if he could think about the potential of someone looking up and seeing him? It bore repeating:

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” You punctuated each word by sliding out of him and thrusting back in with a ravenous force, earning a soft groan every time. Dissolving into a mess of lust and pleasure, Simeon was reduced to whimpers and loud, needy whining.

Those noises echoed into the hall, where they alerted Barbatos, who had stopped by to deliver some sweets that he had baked. Simeon was supposed to be all alone for the weekend, and Barbatos was worried that the angel might get lonely. Upon hearing Simeon groaning, Barbatos used magic to rush into Purgatory Hall and scanned for the source of the noise. The doors to the balcony were left open. Barbatos felt a cold breeze blow in, carrying the sound of Simeon’s moans on the wind. He ran outside.

“Simeon! Are you –” Barbatos stopped dead in his tracks. He should have known better.

You and Simeon both turned to the entrance to see Barbatos standing there. Simeon wanted to look shocked, but all he could manage was a blissful, desperate stare – his mouth still agape and his eyes glossy. He tightened around you, and you smirked at the sudden sensation. Well, Barbatos had already caught you, and if you were going to get in trouble anyway, you might as well keep going.  Besides, you couldn’t resist teasing Simeon. You pulled out halfway, feeling his resistance, and bucked your hips back into him.

“Simeon,” you cooed, “You got so tight when Barbatos caught us. Do you like being watched that much, my angel? Should we give him a show?”

“MC, wait, please,” Simeon whined as he tried to push himself upright. But you didn’t wait. You thrust into him, rubbing up against his prostate. He steadied himself against the railing. His sweet moans flooded the air, and without thinking, Simeon started to rock back onto you. The pleasure grew until the cusp of an orgasm brought him back to his senses. “Wait, wait. I’m –”

Yet again, you didn’t wait. Why should you? He was still grinding on you like a desperate little cumslut. You brought his hips against yours as he came over the edge of the balcony with a loud groan. Simeon bent back over the railing and buried his face in his arms, absolutely humiliated.

The mortifying silence in Simeon’s post-orgasm comedown was broken by a chuckle from Barbatos’s direction. Barbatos mused aloud, “Oh my, you know, I was actually worried for a second. I should have figured even you would indulge in such activities.”

You laughed along with Barbatos as you slowly pulled out of Simeon. Despite your careful motion, Simeon still whimpered at the emptiness. He immediately stood upright, turned to you, and attempted to hide himself in the crook of your neck. The feeling of his hot breath and soft lips moving against you as he apologized profusely only made you want to tease him all over again.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized again, tilting his head so that Barbatos might hear him more clearly. “I didn’t mean to cum in front of you.”

When he was this adorably embarrassed, you also felt the need to dote on him. You scratched his head, massaging small circles into his scalp, and pulled back just enough to kiss his hair. With sweetness laced into your voice, you reminded him, “He stayed and watched, angel. I don’t think there’s anything to apologize for – not if that bulge in his pants is being honest.”

Simeon shivered against you and turned his eyes to Barbatos, catching his gaze before lowering it down the demon’s body. Desire reignited in him. Barbatos set the bag he had brought over down on the nearby table with a mischievous grin. “Can you blame me for getting aroused – watching a cruel, teasing master and their precious, little slut?”

The words burned in Simeon’s ears. You knew that Simeon loved knowing he was yours; to hear Barbatos call him your slut probably validated those sweet little fantasies in his head. As if you wanted to take him down a peg, you turned to Barbatos and asked, “would you like to try being a precious, little slut, too – if my angel doesn’t mind, of course?”

When you looked back at Simeon, he took your hand and brought it up to his cheek. He leaned into your touch and shook his head while nuzzling into your palm. Barbatos took his cue, and without another word, he loosened his tie and walked over to you. In one obedient gesture, Barbatos dropped to his knees at your feet and stared up at you seductively. Then, he shifted his eyes to Simeon, holding his gaze as he licked up your shaft before taking you deep down his throat. His tongue swirled around you as he pulled back, and he left kitten licks on your tip. Simeon squirmed under the heat of Barbatos’s eyes.

“Barbatos.” You clicked your tongue and tilted his gaze back to you. “I believe Simeon has had enough of your leering eyes.”

Your attention to his comfort gave Simeon butterflies; he leaned into your ear and begged seductively, “Can I help Barbatos while he cleans you up? Please?”

“Can he?” you asked Barbatos, placing your hand under his chin and running your thumb along his jawline. Barbatos pulled away from your cock/strap, saliva staining those pretty lips. He smiled up at you blissfully, showing off his sharp canines, and glanced at Simeon quickly. Then, returning his eyes to you, Barbatos bit his lower lip and nodded twice before opening his mouth and taking you halfway down his throat. You groaned and rolled your head back. Collecting yourself, you turned to Simeon and leaned over to kiss him – messy and heated. When you pulled away, you relished his lecherous gaze and gentle panting. “Play nice, angel.”

Simeon walked around Barbatos and kneeled behind him, crawling between his legs. Simeon’s hands wandered from Barbatos’s hips up to his chest. Slowly, with lingering caresses, Simeon helped Barbatos strip out of his shirt. He groped the demon and teased him through his pants with a touch unbefitting an angel. With your cock/strap still down his throat, Barbatos groaned, causing Simeon to giggle.

“You’re pretty cute, aren’t you, Barbatos?” Simeon cooed into his ear, feeling Barbatos twitch through the fabric under his hand. Still rubbing Barbatos with one hand, Simeon used the other to undo Barbatos’s pants, finally freeing his dick. Eagerly, Simeon stroked Barbatos, earning more moans from the demon. Simeon slowly stripped Barbatos of his pants and underwear as he teased him, “You’re so hard. Do my hands feel that good?”

Barbatos’s cheeks were flushed pink as he bobbed his head on your cock/strap, trying to match the pace of Simeon’s hands. You watched his brows knit together. His chest heaved. A loud whimper escaped him. Simeon hummed and showed you his cum-painted hands. Barbatos, as diligent as ever, continued to serve you.

“Good boy. That’s enough, now.” You ran your fingers through Barbatos’s hair and pulled his head back. His tongue slipped out of his mouth, shiny and slick with saliva, as he caught his breath.

It was hard not to lose your composure when Barbatos stared up at you like that – like he was silently begging for more. The dim moonlight illuminated his face, emphasizing the blush that rose up to his ears. Unfortunately, Simeon wouldn’t let your attention stay fixed on Barbatos for long, and he brought his cum-stained hand up to your cock/strap, using Barbatos’s cum to lube you up.

“Shit –” you hissed. That was sexy. You let Simeon do his job while Barbatos’s lower lip trembled in anticipation. When you were coated, you looked down, catching Barbatos’s gaze, and instructed him: “Turn around and bend over.”

Simeon tried to move out of the way as Barbatos turned, but the demon caught his arm. With one hand, Barbatos grabbed his clothes, balled them into a makeshift pillow, and set it down behind Simeon. Barbatos pushed Simeon down on his back, using the clothes to cushion Simeon’s head, and crawled over him. He scoffed through a wicked grin. “Oh no you don’t, little angel. After that, you’re not getting away so easily. I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable, but I need you to bear with it for a while.”

It was hard to believe that you had gotten so lucky as to get both Simeon and Barbatos below you. You joined them on the ground and aligned yourself against Barbatos’s ass. Without warning or preparation, you grabbed his hips and pushed into him, spreading him open with your tip. Barbatos gasped.

“MC!” Simeon glared at you over Barbatos’s shoulder, and scolded, “You should have prepared him.”

“Actually, my angel, you should have prepared him. Besides, I couldn’t let all of Barbatos’s hot cum go to waste, now could I?” Your tone was cold yet teasing, and Simeon’s defiance crumbled into a pout. You pushed yourself deeper into Barbatos’s ass – still only half-way inside. Barbatos groaned and panted, trying to relax and loosen up.

“I’m sorry, Barbatos.” Simeon sighed and brought his clean hand up to Barbatos’s cheek, caressing him gently as he endured the slight discomfort. “Do you want me to distract you with a kiss?”

“Yes,” Barbatos squeaked out as you pushed deeper. He squeezed his eyes shut and leaned closer to Simeon, but to his surprise, Simeon’s lips didn’t meet his. Instead, Simeon reached between their bodies, grabbed both of their dicks in his hand, and started to stroke them simultaneously. Simeon whined and Barbatos moaned, rolling his head back and arching his ass up. He was so overwhelmed that he was able to take you to the base. Fuck, they were cute. When the initial wave of pleasure died down, Barbatos grit his teeth and growled. “You dirty fucking tease.”

Unlike you, Barbatos had the decency to prepare Simeon’s ass before fucking him – although he did have your cock/strap in him just a few minutes ago. Barbatos balanced himself on one arm and stuck his fingers in Simeon’s mouth, teasing his tongue. Being so obediently trained, Simeon sucked on Barbatos’s fingers until they were all wet. Between your hips slapping against him as you filled him up and the feeling of Simeon’s hot tongue, Barbatos found it hard to focus. He pulled his fingers out of Simeon’s mouth with a pop and slipped them into the angel’s ass, stretching him out slowly.

You took a wicked pleasure in watching them both fall apart, melting into pants and moans. Barbatos was at his limit. The sight of Simeon writhing under him, still stroking their cocks simultaneously, was too sexy. Barbatos took his fingers out of Simeon and pulled his hips back, forcing your cock/strap deep inside himself. He aligned his aching cock with Simeon’s ass and pushed into him – your thrusting nudging him deeper than he intended.

“You’re so tight, angel,” Barbatos groaned, finally burying himself to the hilt. “No wonder you’re MC’s precious little slut.”

“My favorite little slut,” you corrected him. Your tone softened to lather on a bit of praise, “and my good angel.”

Simeon’s face burned from both of your words – but your praise ruined him more than he wanted to admit. He would do anything to hear you praise him more – for you to call him “yours.” Your sweetness made his hard cock twitch against Barbatos’s stomach.

“What does that make me? Your good demon?” Barbatos tried to tease you through his moaning as his thrusting picked up. He synced up with you, slamming his hips back when you rocked into him. “Your second favorite toy? Better than eighth, I suppose.”

You chuckled in his ear, acknowledging his little joke. As good as he was making you feel, you were pleased that he knew his place. You rewarded him with quicker, harder thrusts. In a low whisper, you praised them both, “my good boys.”

Barbatos moaned your name as he tightened around you, and his thrusting got erratic until, at last, he came inside Simeon. He didn’t even have enough time to come down from his high before you pulled out of him, earning a pathetic, needy whine from the demon.

“MC,” Simeon interrupted, moaning your name like a sweet, desperate plea.

It was all too clear that he wanted more. As precious as Simeon was when he begged for more, and as much as that turned you on, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him unsatisfied tonight. You gently pushed Barbatos down onto Simeon – forcing him deeper but also giving you just enough access to shove your cock/strap into Simeon’s ass. They both whined and gasped.

“MC, please,” Barbatos whimpered.

“Don’t be selfish, Barbatos,” you scolded him teasingly. “My poor angel didn’t get to cum a second time yet.”

Barbatos looked down at Simeon’s pleading face and nodded. He started to rock his hips again and used one hand to play with Simeon’s chest, pinching and rolling his thumb over Simeon’s nipples. A bit of overstimulation was worth it to watch Simeon’s face twist up in desperate lust as he whined and moaned. Simeon wrapped his arms around Barbatos’s neck, and their lips crashed in a sloppy, hazy kiss. It was a sweet, tender distraction from the pleasure ravaging them both – and Simeon would do anything to savor the feeling of you and Barbatos filling him up. But Barbatos could feel Simeon throbbing against his stomach and tightening around you both, and he broke the kiss, causing Simeon to whine again.

“No more kissing, angel,” Barbatos growled through his panting. “Let me see that face as you cum again.”

Simeon’s eyes screwed shut and his moans hit a fever pitch as he came all over Barbatos’s chest and stomach. When he opened his eyes, Barbatos was staring down at him affectionately. Simeon craned his neck to catch a glimpse of you behind Barbatos. His voice was spent, and he wasn’t certain he had the energy to speak, so he mouthed the words “thank you.”

“Cutie,” you teased.

You grinned and slowly pulled out of Simeon. Apparently, his voice was strong enough for a quiet yelp. Barbatos sighed, trying to calm himself. As you got to your feet, you looked down at them and started to laugh. Barbatos’s back was covered in bright pink scratch marks – with some breaking the skin enough to form small pinpoints of blood.

“I might have to start calling you my kitten, angel. You really did a number on his back,” you informed him with a melodious chuckle.

Once again, Simeon was mortified. He slapped his hands up to cover his face, but Barbatos moved them aside by pinning Simeon’s wrists above his head with one hand. Barbatos gave him a reassuring smile. “Not to worry, angel. I quite enjoyed myself with the both of you. I’ve never had a threesome with a human and an angel before. It was an amusing experience – and now I have a temporary memento. Although, I suppose you do, too.”

Finally, Barbatos pulled out of Simeon. As if prompted by an all-commanding narrator, all three of you looked down to watch cum leaking from Simeon. You pulled yourself together, resisting the urge to milk another round out of Simeon that instant, and offered Barbatos a hand up. He took it, stumbling to your side with shaking legs.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I had a good time, too,” you told Barbatos. You leaned in to kiss him – just passionate enough to pull a content sigh from each of you without riling you up. When you parted, you both offered Simeon a hand, pulling him into your arms. “I think it’s about time to give my good boys a shower – or would you prefer a bath?”

“A shower is fine with me,” Barbatos replied.

“And you, angel? Is a shower good?” you asked, caressing his cheek. Simeon nodded against your hand. You cooed, “my good boy. My sweet angel.”

“Shall I prepare some tea afterwards?” Barbatos offered, slowly returning to baseline. “I can choose something to go with the pastries I brought with me.”

“So that’s what was in that bag,” you laughed as you guided them both back inside. “Yes, Barbatos, thank you. that would be very nice, my sweet demon.”

“Of course, master,” Barbatos teased. Simeon, still in a daze, could only bring himself to pout. Barbatos noticed and stopped in his tracks to snake a hand up Simeon’s neck. “However, I brought them for you, angel.”

Simeon’s face burned, but Barbatos was no better with a noticeable blush on his cheeks as he turned and continued towards the bathroom. You were in for an interesting weekend.

A/N: Sorry I'm a little late on this one. I hope you enjoy this everyone. I hope it's not too out of character... I just really wanted them to get ruined. It felt kinda dirtier than the other stuff I've done. Anyway, yeah. This one's really for the doms/dommes and tops. Also, expect a new poll up March 1st at midnight PST.

[letstalkhockey]

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Sometimes people wait too late, and lose the opportunity. So what happens when Jack and Y/n find themselves in that exact position?

Y/n, being Jacks long-time bestfriend, has been in-love with the boy forever. What happens when she’s about to get married to another man?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: cursing, not proofread, other than that just pure angst and sadness ): (poor jack)

-Hi loves💕 I’ve missed Tumblr, and being on it with you all, but in my recent free time I took some time to write this fanfic, I haven’t decided on what I will be doing as of right now, I’m still staying away from my blog, but for now here’s this! Sorry it is not the most detailed, I haven’t wrote in awhile. Love you all. Xoxo

“Don’t marry him.” 

“What?” 

Taken aback, your head turned at the boy who sat next to you on the doc, his legs up too his chest whilst he held a beer in his hand. The only light making things visible was the bright light reflecting from the moon and whatever lights had been on the railings of the doc. The warm breeze of the mid-summer air blew over your bare legs that hung over the doc, your feet grazing above the water. 

“Don't marry him y/n.”

This time, you'd heard the boy much clearer, although you couldn't help the way your mind went blank.

You shook your head, not being able to hold back a laugh, “No- no, Jack. you don't get to do this to me.” You stood up from where you'd sat. Twas the night before your wedding, Which was being held in Michigan, your best friend Jack, and the rest of the Hughes family were kind enough to allow you and your fiance, Brad, to stay with them for the wedding at the lake house. Even throwing a party for the two of you just a few hours prior. 

And that's what brought you too now, sitting on the dock of the lake house, with your long-time best friend, Jack Hughes, whom you've loved ever since he shared his juicebox with you during 2nd grade recess. Going through highschool years later, only sparked your feelings that you held back. After highschool, when Jack got drafted, that same night, you confessed your feelings. But of course, Jack being Jack, he brushed you off and acted like nothing happened. Not one of you has brought up that night since. Yet, it still haunts you to this day. 

But now, out of all times, he decides to tell you not to marry the man you loved. The night before your wedding. 

“You're not doing this to me. Your not ruining My wedding.” You cry out, your arms flailing, Jack, placing his beer down, stood up in front of you. Looking at you with pleading eyes.

“Y/n-” 

You push him back by his chest, but he grabs ahold of both of your arms.

“No! No- no.” Tears filled your eyes, quick to roll down your cheeks. One of your biggest fears was for this too happen, and well won't you look at that.

“You had 3?- 3 Years! 3 whole years to tell me. To Tell me why I shouldn't marry him- and I wouldn't have. 3 Years and you didn't. It's too late Jack.” His eyes glossy, your cheeks stained. His mouth empty, yours filled with pain. 

You felt his grip loosen to either side of your arm.

“You don’t get to break my heart just because you can’t fix yours. I’m marrying him.”

He said nothing. For a good two minutes. It was silence, the only noise being the water splashing up against the shore

“I love you.” Jack whispered. 

“Your drunk.” You scoffed, eyes switching down to the beer bottle that sat next to his feet.

You wiped the tears off of your face, turning around and making your way up to the house from the doc. 

“I mean it- I’ve been in love with you since we were in highschool, and I- I’m an idiot for no telling you sooner-.” Jack said to you, but you continued to walk.

“I’ll see you at the wedding Tomorrow jack.” You yelled back. Your voice cracking.

He said nothing.

The rest of that night you spent awake, not only because of what Jack said, but also because now you weren’t sure if this wedding was a good idea. You loved him, but not the way you loved Jack.

“He’s not coming y/n,” Quinn spoke. The wedding music playing softly just past the door you stood behind with Quinn, and your bridesmaids.

He wasn’t seriously not going to show up, was he?

Quinn held his arm out for you to take. It was supposed to be Jack. He promised to walk you down the aisle.

The door opened, you looked around, no jack. Looking to your right, you watched as Quinn mouthed an ‘im sorry’, you have him a half heartedly smile, your eyes watering, grabbing onto his arm, which was supposed to be jack. 

Walking down the aisle, you watched your fiancé, the man whom you loved standing at the alter waiting for you. In that moment, you realized you may never love him the way you love Jack, but that he always loved you. More than jack ever did.

Fuck you, Jack.

[sugawhaaa]

Seeing all those videos of yeosang's THICC PHAT ass from the recent concerts I think I'm going officially insane. Could you please pleaseee make a Dom!fem!reader x sub!yeo one shot with a lot of ass squeezing, nipple play and edging please?

YEOSANG ONE-SHOT

🌙 +Good Lil boy+ 🌙

Warnings:: SMUT

Pairing:: sub!yeosang x dom!fem!reader

Genre:: praise, edging, groping, mommy kink, sex toys, handjob, scratching

W/C: 2,213

A/N:: I'm so tired rn my brain isn't even braining and ik I said I wasn't going to post until my internet problem was fixed but ik @yeosberrycrumle was waiting for this

🎧::

You know that Yeosang sometimes gets, as you put it, sookie for you. He doesn't often ask for things, let alone whine, but when it comes to you he becomes a little baby.

“Please~ just for a few minutes,” “just one more orgasm and then we'll sleep,” “I know we have work tomorrow but please~”

He gets in this mood for you and nothing settles it unless you cave in. Sometimes however you can't please him all the time as much as you'd like to. You were on your period and as much as that never stops Yeosang from wanting to fuck you, you were very tired from it. Not to mention hormonal changes made you prone to mood swings and lastly you simply weren't in the mood for sex.

Yeosang understood this but at the same time he wanted you so bad to the point he would end up just jerking off in his room while you were doing other things. The day after your period ended you went over to a friend's house for the night and Yeosang, was not as excited as you.

“Please baby, I wanna be with you tonight,” he held your hands as he whined.

“Baby we have all the time in the world, my friend has a very busy schedule that never works for us. I will be back tomorrow,” you explained before leaving. Yeosang wanted to act cold but deep down he cared too much. He didn't text or call you and let you enjoy your time with your friend.

That night however he missed you so much that he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his pillow, folded it, and railed it like there was no tomorrow. As he did so he felt his body getting weaker, sweat dripping down his neck as he moved his hips into the pillow, cursing and moaning. That was until you came home. You flick the light switch on and Yeosang spins around, covering himself.

“Y-Y/N!” He blushes. “What are you doing home?”

“My friend got called into work,” you explain and set your bag down by your side of the bed. The way you were acting so nonchalant Yeosang thought that maybe you hadn't noticed what he was doing.

“O-Oh…did you still have fun?” He chuckles as he tries to situate himself as you crawl over to him.

“Yeah, but I think I'll have much more fun with you,” you grab the sheets and slowly pull them off his body. He blushes as he realizes he's been caught. You take the pillow away from him and urge him to move over to the position he had been in.

“What are we doing?” He blushes as he goes back onto his hands and knees. You bring your hand over to his throbbing cock. You make a little o shape with your hand and aling it to his tip.

“Fuck my hand,” you say in a low command. Yeosang looks at you wide eyed.

“D-Do what?” He hesitates for a minute before you bring your other hand to his ass, giving it a firm little squeeze of encouragement.

“You heard what I said, go on~” you grin mischievously and he does as you said. Slowly moving his hips forward. The feeling of each of your fingers rubbing against his sensitive skin made him moan softly. Your grip was firm but not painful, just enough to make him bite his lip as your fingers hit the base of his cock. “Good boy,” you smile as he continues to move his hips at a slow yet steady pace. You give him soft kisses on his cheek and down his jaw to his ear.

Your kisses send shivers down his spine as he can feel the tension in loins growing. He starts moving his hips faster and harder, that all time high he's been craving to experience with you for weeks. His breaths become ragged as his body gets more desperate.

“I'm gonna cum,” he whimpers as his cock begins to twitch. You bring your fist down to the base of his cock and hold it there, not allowing him to move. He squirms and tries to get that friction from your hand but you follow his movements, your hand firmly placed against him. He whines as you grip him. “N-No please,” he begs pathetically, his voice cracking slightly. “Please, I need to cum,” he whimpers but you don't give in, keeping your hand firm against him. You give his ass a little squeeze as basically a way of telling him “it'll all be worth it,” and he knows that but his body needs it now. “Please!” He whines even though he's already lost his peak. You raise your hand and softly press it against his ass.

“Shh, stop whining baby,” you whisper in his ear and his whole body shivers, his back arching. You begin to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft.

“Yes…sorry mommy,” he whimpered before dropping his head down into the pillow. You slowly begin to milk his cock. The sounds of his precum sticking to your hand echo loudly in the room as Yeosang sobs into the pillow. You abruptly pick up the pace to an insatiable speed and Yeosang picks his head up, wide eyed. “Oh fuck,” he groans as he grabs the bed sheets in a tight fist. His cock begins to twitch in your palm and right as he's about to cum you repeat the steps from earlier.

You firmly grip the pace of his cock and refuse to let him squirm away. “No, please,” tears began to well in his eyes as he wriggled around beneath your grasp. “I'm begging you, please let me cum,” he whines as he bucks his hips. You raise your hand again and firmly smack his ass.

“This is your punishment,” you speak calmly as he whines beneath you. You let go of his cock he buries himself in the sheets as he whines pathetically. “You've been so needy, too needy, and you've been distracting yourself from your work because of it,” you explain as you rub his ass softly, adoring the way it fits so perfectly into your palm. “Don't you think you deserve a little punishment for that?” You tilt your head and he nods into the pillow. You spank him again, softer this time, and he whines again.

“I-Ill be good,” he looks up at you and you can't help but smile at how desperate he looks. “Please just once, one time,” he pleads and you hum, thinking for a minute.

“You promise?” You smirk and Yeosang nods eagerly. “Wait here,” you say before standing up. You retrieve a vibrator from your nightstand and turn it on, the soft hum filling the room. Yeosang instantly perks up as he hears this familiar torture device. “Sit up baby,” you urge him up and he does as you say. He sits up against the headboard with his aching cock pressed against his stomach.

You bring the toy down to his cock and rub it against his tip. His whole body lunges forward at the feeling and you smirk softly. The control you had over him was dangerous. You roam the vibrator up and down his length and everytime you near his tip his cock twitches. A mischievous idea pops into your head as you bring the vibrator down to his aching balls.

“Ah-Wait!” His legs jerk up as he grabs your wrist. He was clearly sensitive there and it showed. His back arched off the pillows as he clenched his hand around your wrist. He clearly liked the way this felt considering his hips were moving like crazy and his mouth was constantly hung open, unable to form words. You pull the vibrator off of him and he sighs softly.

“How was that hm?” You chuckle as he breathes heavily. You turn the vibrator up a few notches before applying it to his tip again.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, baby~” he squirmed under you, sliding down the bed as he seemed out that high he's been begging for. “Can I cum? Please, I need to cum,” he pleads breathlessly and you smirk.

“I'll think about it,” you whisper in his ear and his entire body shudders.

“No, no Please mommy I-” you cut him off by slapping the tip of his cock. He whines loudly and lunges forward.

“Stop whining. Remind me what you're getting punished for again?” You tilt your head as you move the vibrator back down to his balls. He whines before replying.

“I've been needy…and a bad boy,” Yeosang whimpers and you smirk.

“That's right,” you grin and move the vibrator back to his cock. Your other hand comes down to massage his balls and his entire body starts shaking beneath you. You can see he's trying to hold his orgasm back and you feel a hint of proudness. He's finally listening to you. “And what do you think you need to do to be a good boy again?” You tease before pinching his nipples lightly. He lunges forward and clenches the sheets in tight fists.

“C-Cum on command?” He looks up at you, seeking your approval.

“That's right~” you tease before moving your hand back down to his length. You hold the vibrator at his tip as you jerk him off. He moans loudly and bucks his hips up.

“Please! Can I cum now?” He whines loudly and you nod.

“You can cum sweetie,” you grin and his body shakes. His cock twitches in your hand and you see cum spurting out from his tip. It springs up into his chest and onto your arms before he finally relaxes onto the bed. He pants heavily as his body shudders from the aftershocks. You turn the vibrator off and smile. “You did good, baby,” you kiss his forehead as he lays there, breathless.

His body still shivers with excitement as you hold him in your arms, planting kisses all over his face and head.

“Can I…have a reward for being a good boy?” He looks up at you with those boba eyes and your heart stops for a minute. Even after all that torture he was still so eager for you. You chuckle softly and pull him closer.

“Of course babe, how do you wanna do it?” You ask as you pet his head. He thinks for a moment.

“Just plain old missionary,” he smiles up at you fondly and you can't help but smile as well.

“Alright baby,” you sit up and strip yourself before laying down on the bed in front of him. You extend your arms out and urge him closer to you. He pulls your legs up to rest on his upper thighs as he aligns his cock with your entrance. “Go on,” you chuckle and he nods, pushing his cock into your folds. You hum in satisfaction as he fills you up. Meanwhile he was a wreck, his mouth hung wide open as he takes deep breaths.

“So tight,” he whimpers as his head falls to your shoulder. You rub his back as you smile. He begins to move his hips slowly and the sounds of your pussy gripping around his shaft echoes loud and clear throughout the room.

“Tell me how it feels baby,” you pat his back, drawing his attention before rubbing his back again.

“So wet…and warm,” he groans as his hips speed up. “It feels so fucking good,” Yeosang whimpers as his thrusts intensify. “I wanna feel you cum mommy,” he groans before pulling his body back up, holding himself above your body as his thrusts become erratic and uncoordinated.

His cock effortlessly slides in and out of your folds in a wet and sticky symphony. You grip his back, your nails digging into his skin as he attacks your A-Spot.

“Good boy, keep going,” you run your fingers through his sweaty hair as he brings you over the edge. Your legs wrap around his waist and he smiles, knowing that was the key sign your orgasm was close.

“Yes mommy,” he groans as he thrusts into you at an insatiable speed, so fast to the point your vision blurred and finally you tipped over the edge. You lunge forward and wrap your arms around him. He empties out inside you, filling you with his warmth as his body shakes. You lean up and pull him into a kiss. The two of you interlock your tongues as the waves subside.

He pulls back and your tongue follows his mouth, showing that you weren't done kissing him yet. He smiles softly and begins to lick your tongue softly. You then finally let him go and he pulls out of you, your mixed cum dripping from your slit. Yeosang sighs and lays down next to you.

You chuckle softly as you watch his chest rise and fall. You bring the blanket up to his shoulders and tuck him in. You kiss his forehead and turn the lamp off.

“You did good tonight baby,” you run your fingers through his hair and he groans in response. “Rest up baby,” you snuggle up beside him and let him rest.

[cherrywade]

Re the skating thing you just reblogged:

Eddie used to be super into hockey as a kid and Wayne splurged one birthday and got him all the pads and the skates and the helmet and stuff. But then he hit his growth spurt and nothing fit anymore, and they couldn't afford to buy new stuff so Eddie had to give it up. Part of why he kept failing high school is from avoiding gym class like the plague, partly because he thinks he looks stupid (read: too on display) in the shorts (see also for example: Harrington, S.) but mostly because he decided that if he can't do the athletic thing he WANTED to do then he's not going to do ANY of it.

But then the kids want a day at the roller rink (to give El some better memories of skating), and they insist that Eddie comes along...

OKAY I AM SO SORRY I DIDNT ANSWER THIS SOONER I LITERALLY DID NOT SEE THE NOTIFICATION IF I EVEN GOT ONE!?!?!? which is very rude because i no longer have any memory of any kind of skating post BUT!!! I USED TO GO THE SKATING RINK ALLLLLL THE TIME AND IM FROM INDY SO I HAVE THE VIBE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!

Eddie really doesn't wanna go. But El uses her puppy eyes so he immediately says yes. And while we know Steve is sporty i want him to be bad at skating. He's got adorable wobbly knees on wheels and keeps one hand on the railing around the Rink the entire time he's out there, or just near the edge.

The boys keep making fun. El had slowed down and skaed with him for awhile before he'd shoo-ed her away and told her to go enjoy herself. His body is full of tension. The entire tims he's there, apart from when they take a break to get cheese fries and milkshakes.

Eddie shows up later, cuz he had a shift at the garage, but managed to get of an hour early. He watches Steve struggle for a few moments and then goes and rents his skates. He laces up and cruises out onto the shiny wood floor, his legs carrying him easily and swiftly where he wants to go.

"Harrington." Is all he says to Steve the first time he rolls past him. He turns easily, skates backward and waves and smiles at him. Steve's jaw drops and he fully stops skating, knuckles white on the metal railing that has been his lifeline all night.

Eddie passes him a few more times. Takes a small break to go buy some goodies in the little gift shop. He buys two necklaces and two light up bracelets. The bracelets he gives to El and Max, glowy matching friendship gifts. And the necklaces he tucks in his pocket and skates over to Steve. Who is still struggling along, stubborn as ever.

Eddie skates over, briefly catches the tail end of Dustin trying to goad Steve away from the railing. He hears Steve hiss "fuck off Henderson." And watches Dustin skate away laughing. Eddie skates up, uses his breaks to stop and turn so he's face to face with Steve. His eyes widen as he looks Eddie.

"Hey." Eddie says, smiling. Steve takes a deep breath, his knees are shaking, but he does his best to stand up straight.

"Hey to you." He huffs, one foot darting forward a little. Eddie reaches out instinctively, his hand landing on Steve's hip, steadying him.

"Tilt you foot forward, toe down. The break on the front'll help you not move." Eddie taps his skate into the side of Steve's, watches him carefully do as Eddie instructed. His toe hits the floor and he immediately looks more steady.

"Thanks." He breathes, sighing heavy and then smiling up at Eddie.

"Hey." He says, sounds actually happy this time.

"Hi. I got you something." He pulls the necklaces out of his pocket and clicks the button, the little round medallion on the end lights up and flashes. He pulls the two necklaces apart and drapes one over Steve's head, settles it around his neck gently, pats at the flashing lights against Steve's chest twice, smiling. And then drops his own necklace on. Flipping its switch so it flashes just like Steve's.

"Thank you." Steve says, looking down at it, and then back up at Eddie.

"You're good at this." Steve tells him, pointing at all the people skating past them, the majority of them dsncing to the music blasting from the speakers.

"Mhm. You're not." Eddie hums, nods his head to Steve, bites his lip, teasing.

"Yeah no shit." Steve huffs, looking grumpy again. Eddie smiles.

"Do you trust me?" He asks, head tilting sideways. Steve looks at him.

"What?"

"Do you trust me?" He repeats, not looking away, not even blinking. Steve's eyes narrow, widen, move over Eddie's face before they soften and he breathes.

"Yeah. I- I trust you." He nods, looks nervous.

"You trust me enough to let go of your safety bar?" Eddie jerks his head toward the railing, still not taking his eyes off Steve. Steve's eyes move tho. From Eddie to the bar and back again.

"Maybe." Steve says, sounds uncertain. Eddie laughs, bright and beautiful, and holds his hands out in front of him, palms up.

"I won't let you fall. I promise." Eddie says, wiggles his fingers.

"You're gonna be my safety bar?" Steve asks, his throat working, but Eddie can see the color flooding back into his knuckles, his grip loosening.

"Mhm. I'll be your saftey bar. You're water wings. Training wheels?" Eddie thinks, shrugs, wiggles his fingers again. Steve smiles, huffs a laugh, and lets go.

He slids his hands into Eddie's, holding tight, Eddie holds tight right back.

"Good? Ready to move?" Eddie asks, his eyes wide and waiting.

"Yeah. I think so, yeah." Steve says, lifts his toe break off the ground and lets Eddie pull him along slowly. His knees wobbling as Eddie guides them easily across the floor, only looking behind himself every now and again.

And that's how they spend the rest of the night. Hand in hand. Eddie guiding Steve, holding his hands tight as he teaches him and helps him and keeps him steady. After awhile they end up skating side by side. The music carrying them across the floor. Steve does a few laps on his own when Eddie goes to chase Lucas, Steve marvels at how fast he is. How he moves on his skates lile he's not on wheels, like he's just running in his tennis shoes.

Steve laughs, staying close to the railing but trying not to use it as he watches Eddie fucking run and hop on fucking wheels across the rink after Lucas. Once he's caught him, Eddie does a few more laps, skating backward, fast, his feet moving and flowing past each other like liquid until he skates back to Steve, gets close, but not so close to knock him off balance.

"Doin' okay sweetheart?" Eddie asks, and there's that fucking nickname again. He always uses it when Steve is uneasy, and it always fucking makes him feel better. Steve nods.

"How the fuck do you do that?" He asks, breathless. Eddie just shrugs, nonchalant.

"Wanted to play hockey. Ice is way harder than this." He taps his foot on the wood and does a little spin, landing right back next to Steve who wobbles dangerously. Eddie catches him. Easy.

"Hmm. Not sure i like the idea of you running around with blades on your feet." Steve muses, his fingers clutching Eddie's shirt. Eddie laughs, head thrown back, deep in his belly.

"That is actually very fair. I got cut a few times." He's smiling brightly. Once Steve is steady again Eddie takes his hand and leads him away from the edge, away from the railing. Steve lets himself be led, lets Eddie guide him across the floor. Eddie never going too fast, or pulling to hard. Just stays by Steve's side, his hand in his, keeping him steady. Keeping him safe. Keeping him smiling and laughing and forgetting about how miserable he'd been at the beginning of the night.

Steve never wants to let go of his hand. And he tells Eddie this, when they're leaving the rink at the end of the night, Eddie's skates already off the wooden floor. Steve tells him he doesn't want to stop holding his hand, whispers it, all shy and sweet. A little nervous.

But Eddie smiles. Eddie smiles and tells him he doesn't have to let go.

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(Im thinking i maybe remember the skating thing??? As i was writing him chasing lucas i remember the video of the dudes at the skate place!!! I hope thats the one you were talking about???? If not, here's this anyway. For you. Hahahahahah! Thank you for the ask and sorry it took ages i legit did not get a notif for this and am sad.)