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bnd 04z x reader [smut, fem!reader, soft dom!leehan, hard dom!taesan, leehan x taesan]
warnings: SMUT!!!!!! MDNI!!!!!!!, use of real names, threesomeđ, reader is in established relationship w/ leehan, dom!04z, mostly sub!reader, degradation, blowjobs, cunnilingus, boys kissing, dacryphilia, overstimulation, cum play, unprotected sex, this has EVERYTHING!
23:09 - âleehan stop!â you exclaimed, though doing nothing to help the situation while straddling his lap.
his lips were on your neck, leaving wet kisses and certainly some marks. his big hands were cupping your ass, keeping you firmly on his lap, slightly pushing you forward just enough to grind his hard length against your heat.
âdonghyun,â you whined, âwe can have sex, i just⊠letâs go to your bedroom, please!â
leehan just pulled away from your neck, flashing you a teasing smile before pulling your t-shirt up so he had access to your boobs. you whimpered, so, so afraid that one of the members could just stroll in at any moment. you pulled your t-shirt back down, covering leehanâs head with it.
it didnât deter him, your boyfriend now continuing his assault all over the fat of your boobs spilling out your bra. you closed your eyes, letting out a breathy moan as he massaged one of them in his hand, letting his tongue flick over your nipple of the other.
âs-stopâŠâ you moaned, leehan laughing at the sound.
âso unconvincing, princess,â he responded, a smug smile on his hidden face, âyouâre gonna have to try harder than that.â
you whimpered, placing your hand on the back of his head to shove him back between your tits. your eye lids were fluttering between closed and open, between pleasure and making sure no one walks in.
âheâs right,â taesanâs voice suddenly came. your head snapped to the door, gasping loudly as you almost fell off leehanâs lap; his hands moving to save you, his mouth not moving off of marking your boobs. âdidnât realise you two were such sluts, though. good for you.â
âtaeâ iâm soââ you cut yourself of with a moan as leehan sucked on your nipple. you clamped your lips shut, embarrassed to be making those noises in front of one of leehanâs members. taesanâs eyebrows raised. âiâm so sorryâ iâm trying to get himâ donghyun stop!â
leehan slowly pulled his head out from under your top, looking at you with an innocent, confused look on his face before offering a small smile to taesan.
âyou alright?â he said.
taesan nodded, coming to sit beside the pair of you, stretching his arms up above his head as he clicked his jaw, âyeah, bit tired. woonhakâs being annoying so i came downstairs. this is a lot more entertaining though.â
âright?â leehan smirked, not taking his eyes off you. âwant a turn?â
taesan smiled, turning to look at you. he tutted in thought, cocking his head. âi donât know. i usually prefer the bed, you know? iâm not a slut, like some people.â
you rolled your eyes, feeling frustrated and annoyed at both boys now. you grabbed them both by the ear, dragging them to leehanâs bedroom. taesanâs pleas to let him go fell on deaf ears as leehan just laughed.
âiâm so fucking horny so one of you better do something soon or iâm sorting myself out,â you said, throwing taesan down on the bed. leehan stood behind you with a proud smirk on his face as he looked past you at his friend.
âdarling,â leehan spoke, placing his hands on your hips, his mouth right next to your ear, âwhy donât you show dongmin-ie all the pretty little marks i just left on you?â
you bit your cheek, suddenly becoming shy as the reality dawned on you of what was about to happen. you pulled your shirt off in one swift motion, leehan beginning to nibble at your neck after you did so. taesan sat up on the bed, resting on his elbows, a smile spreading across his face as he looked at your marked-up boobs, decorated wet with spit. he bit his lip, sitting forward and reaching a hand up your skirt.
âyouâre so wet, princess,â taesan said, teasingly using the nickname heâd heard come from leehanâs lips so often, âi guess you like having your tits played with, huh?â
you swallowed, leehan chuckling as he gripped your hair, moving your head in an up and down motion; a forced agree to taesanâs question.
âwhat about your pussy, hmm?â taesan asked, his big brown eyes glistening up at you in curiosity as his fingers played with the waistband of your panties. you were stood in between his legs now as he sat on the edge of the bed.
âshe loves it so much,â leehan drawled, pulling your skirt down to leave you in your soaked panties as both boys smirked, âsays she canât even touch herself anymore, always needs someone else playing with her.â
âis that so?â taesan asked, âwow, you really are a princess, hmm?â
you looked at him shyly, leehan rolling his eyes before agreeing for you again. âwhy are you being so shy today?! you usually canât shut up. go on princess, lie down.â
you smiled slightly, laying down on the bed, before suddenly feeling scrutinised under the view of both boys.
âgo on, dongmin,â leehan said, motioning to the foot of the bed, âplay with her pussy. sheâs gonna use her mouth on me like she always does, right princess?â
you nodded, still too shy to say much in front of taesan. though he was now kneeling in front of your open legs, spreading your thighs to expose the visible wet patch of your panties to him.
you fought against his grip, trying to close your thighs again as taesanâs hold suddenly strengthened, slamming your thighs to the bed. he tutted, âthereâs no need to be so shy, princess. iâve heard all of your noises before. iâm right there, you know?â
he pointed up to the ceiling, as you swallowed thickly. he was right, and youâd never thought of it before.
âi hear all your moans for your precious donghyun-ie,â he teased, leaning forward, his lips ghosting over yours as his hot breath fanned over your mouth, âand your sobs? oh god, your noises are so beautiful, y/n.â
a smile started growing on your face before you bit your lip, leehan was stroking your hair as he sat beside your upper body, both of you staring down at taesan as he moved between your legs. he was laying on his stomach, legs off the end of the bed as he placed soft, slow kisses to your inner thighs, still held down by his strong grasp.
you shivered, mouth falling open to let out shaky breaths. leehan smiled down at you, kissing your forehead gently, âyou like that, princess? you like dongmin-ieâs mouth?â
you nodded quickly, leehanâs hand intertwining with yours as he used his other hand to take off his clothes. he was left in his boxers, his cock head poking out the top of the tenting material. you bit your lip, letting go of his hand to brush lightly over his covered cock. he smiled down at you with a loving gaze.
taesan stole your attention quickly, dragging your panties down your legs and ripping them off, keeping them balled up in his hand as he leaned down, blowing cold air onto your cunt.
you gasped, bucking your hips as taesan smirked at you. he leaned forward, kissing the skin before using his tongue to circle your clit. you whined out a moan, leehan laughing at your pretty noises.
âcan you help me out, princess?â leehan cooed, his hand resting atop your head as he finally rid himself of his boxers. you watched taesanâs eyes, flicking up quickly to see his friendâs cock before returning to the task at hand.
you nodded desperately at seeing your boyfriendâs length. he straddled your body, your hands holding onto his thighs as you took his thick length in your mouth. leehan was always gentle, rarely breaking away from being a soft dom. you were unequivocally his princess, so even as he thrust into your mouth, he made sure to go slowly, checking your eyes to see for any pain or discomfort.
you, on the other hand, loved it. watching leehanâs face above you, screwing up in pleasure, eyes rolling back, sweating, moaning; having the view of his cock in your mouth and his face was everything you could dream of, and it wasnât often you chose this position. not ever, in fact; but when taesan was abusing your clit so badly that you canât concentrate on your boyfriendâs cock for moaning, leehan knew exactly the position he wanted.
leehanâs hands gripped onto the headboard, watching your eyes roll back in your hand, your tongue flattening around the underside of his cock as you paid more attention to taesanâs mouth. leehanâs heart sped up, biting his lip as he stroked your hair.
âis he making you feel good, darling?â leehan cooed, tears lining your eyes as you nodded, âdoing so well for both of us.â
taesan chuckled behind leehan, âsuch a slut, isnât she? sheâs leaking all over the bed.â
âsheâs never had two at once,â leehan commented, your eyes locked as he looked at you lovingly, âbut youâre right, sheâs a cockslut, iâm sure sheâs loving it. isnât that right, princess?â
you nodded, swallowing around leehanâs cock as he groaned. âyou should see her face, dongmin. she looks wrecked.â
taesan laughed evilly, feeling your cunt tighten around his fingers, âcome on, princess. cum all over my mouth.â
leehan smiled, watching with raised eyebrows and an open mouth in expectation as your body writhed round the bed, moans vibrating against his cock as you rode out your orgasm against taesanâs tongue.
âgood girl,â leehan smiled, his hands cupping your jaw as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, removing himself from your body. taesanâs hands were a bruising grip on your hips, his teasing smirk being revealed to you as you were left panting on the bed.
you sat up, crawling to taesan. his big lips were swollen, your juices around his mouth as he smirked, sizing you up. you smiled, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss. his eyes darted to leehan quickly as you were pulling him towards you, his friend smiling at the two of you, sitting on the bed behind you; taesan letting himself be taken by you and your soft lips. he was moaning into the kiss, your tongues swirling around, spit and remainders of your cum dripping down both of your chins.
he pulled away, both of you panting as you bit your lip. âwhat?â you asked, taesan shaking his head in response. your boyfriendâs hand on your waist caught your attention, turning round with a smile on your face to do the same to him.
leehan groaned into the kiss, the familiar feeling of your lips on his was heaven to him. taesan felt himself getting harder as he watched, biting his lip to conceal the feeling. he shouldnât feel like that from hearing his friend moan.
âgo on then,â you said, breathless as you wiped your mouth after pulling away from leehan. the boys looked at you confused as you smiled, placing your hand on the back of both of their necks. âthis is a threesome isnât it?â you giggled, whispering your words as if they were a dirty secret.
taesan furrowed his eyebrows even more, looking at you panicked before looking at leehan who had his eyebrows raised. he looked back to you, who was now pouting at him. âplease, taesannie? for me?â
the boy swallowed thickly, biting his lip and leaning into the kiss. you smirked, watching your boyfriend moan once again as his lips were bitten and sucked on by his friend. taesanâs hand flew to his hardened length, palming it harshly. you smiled.
âsannie?â you cooed, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. he pulled away, breathless and looking wrecked beyond belief. a string of saliva connected their swollen lips, âcan i use your cock?â
he groaned, nodding desperately as he laid your body down, chasing your lips as he went. leehan helped remove his clothes, first his t-shirt, then his sweatpants, taesan beginning to pull off his boxers without any encouragement.
you pulled away from his lips, the boy sat up on his knees in between your legs. leehan joined you as you laid at the head of the bed, both of you staring at taesanâs cock with open mouths.
âwhat?â he asked, breathlessly.
you bit your lip, as leehan began nodding. you swallowed, âjust- big. yeah.â
he gave a confused glance between you, jerking himself off a couple times as his cock got even harder. leehan chuckled, leaning forward to kiss at your neck as taesan lined his cock up with your entrance.
âwaitâ condom?â you asked, sitting up quickly, leehan reaching into the bedside table and grabbing one out the box without even replying.
taesan reached out to grab the unwrapped latex, but leehan just smiled at him. holding the edges of the condom, he rolled it onto his friendâs cock. taesanâs head fell back, a long groan falling from his lips. before he could process what had just happened, he lined his cock up with your entrance and pushed the tip inside. you hissed as your back arched, taesan moaning as your tight walls clenched around him, squeezing his head, inviting him in even more.
his eyes were hooded as he pushed in inch by inch, looking up to lock eyes with leehan. the younger boy just smiled at him, knowing the exact feeling of your cunt around his cock, he could almost feel it like a phantom around his exposed length. taesanâs mouth hung open as he finally bottomed out, leehan chuckling before being cut off as you moved your hand to wrap around the base of his dick, moans spilling out of his mouth instead as you quickly started jerking him off, using the precum on his tip as lube.
taesan smirked, his eyeline flitting down to your hand on his friendâs cock. he swallowed, his dick throbbing at the whole experience.
âcan i move?â he breathed, looking back to your face as you nodded, stilling your hand on leehan for a moment as taesan pulled his hips out until only the tip remained, smashing his hips back in, his balls slapping against your ass as he created a fast paced rhythm immediately.
leehanâs eyes were stuck on where your bodies met, your wetness spilling out, visible on your folds and the base of taesanâs cock. heâd had the fantasy of seeing you be fucked by someone else for so long, he couldnât believe what he was seeing. he reached his hand down slowly, his finger coming into contact with your clit, beginning to rub circles slowly. your back arched, moaning at the sudden sensation. taesan smiled, longing to lean down and kiss you, inhale the moans you were producing; but leehanâs body was in the way.
oh fuck it.
continuing his brutal pace on your hole, he grabbed leehanâs face with one hand, pulling him forward and crashing his lips to the other boyâs. you opened your eyes, laughing slightly at the new development as both boys started moaning into the kiss. you reached down, grabbing leehanâs cock once again and starting to jerk him off, trying to match the pace taesan held inside you.
all three of you were squirming bodies, moaning messes. but taesan broke first.
âiâ iâm gonna cum,â he groaned, his hand gripping harshly on leehanâs long blonde hair. he let go suddenly, gripping onto your hips as he drove into you, speeding up to chase his orgasm. your hand moved to tease your boyfriendâs balls, his tip, not even attempting to keep the pace with taesanâs hips anymore. leehan was next, taesan a panting mess over your body as he looked up in interest at his friend, hips jerking and eyes squeezed shut, a hand gripping the bed sheets, the other on your thigh as he came all over your body.
âughâ god! y/n, so fucking good,â he swore, your hand speeding up to drive him over the edge of overstimulation as you knew he liked, âfuck! taesan!â
you smirked, watching taesanâs shocked face as he took in the cum all over your naked body and the fresh spurts still leaking from his friendâs tip. you finally stopped your movement, leehan left panting over your body as taesan sighed.
âprincess hasnât cum yet, leehan-ie,â he pouted, âwe canât leave her out, right?â
leehan smirked, nodding along with a pout, âabsolutely not. not when sheâs been so good for us.â
he ushered taesan out the way, lining his cock up with your entrance, already hardening again at the view of your spent body and swollen, abused pussy. he bottomed out all in one, leaving you squirming and gasping as leehan moaned.
taesan smirked, holding your head in his lap as he let leehan go to town on your body in the way heâd become so accustomed to over the course of your relationship. his fingers worked on your clit as his cock hit deep inside of you, your head thrashing about on taesanâs lap, your hands gripping his tightly as he cooed down at you.
âcome on, princess, you can take it,â he said, stroking your face gently, âsuch a cockslut, having two dicks in one night. you fucking love it.â
you were panting, your body hurtling towards an orgasm. suddenly, you watched as taesan leaned forward and gathered leehanâs cum on his fingers from the pool on your stomach, shoving his soaked fingers past your lips as you continued moaning around them, swallowing as best you could.
âgood girl,â leehan murmured, leaning forward and kissing your collarbone, âgonna cum for me, yeah? go on, darling.â
leehanâs fingers worked quickly on your clit, the stimulation driving you to orgasm as the two boys held your body down, moans flying out past taesanâs fingers, tears spilling out your eyes at all the feelings all over your body. one touch felt like a million needle pricks, your body on fire with stimulation and need.
finally, taesan removed his fingers from your mouth, and leehan removed his cock from your leaking hole, your body limp against the mattress. taesan quickly left to go to the bathroom, gathering tissues and a damp cloth as leehan leaned forward, kissing your lips gently.
âhey beautiful,â he whispered, kissing your nose softly as you whined up at him, your body so spent you didnât know if you could move, âdid so good for us. come on, weâll clean you up and then we can cuddle.â
taesan smiled, almost awkwardly, as he wiped up your juices and leehanâs cum from your body, offering some tissues to his friend too. leehan chuckled, rolling his eyes.
âdonât be weird,â he said, brushing taesanâs hair out his eyes, âyou want to cuddle with us too?â
you smiled up at him as he abandoned the damp cloth on the bedside table. he sighed, laying down next to you without answering. you snuggled into his body, leehan laughing, âi guess thatâs a yes then.â
taesan sighed, eyes closing as leehan organised the duvet over your bodies, âonly if i can join again.â
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everyone wants him | fred g. weasley
summary: everyone wants fred weasley, why would he want you? word count: 3.2k masterlist
The Leaky Cauldron was alive with its usual chaosâlaughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional misplaced spell fizzling out before causing any real harm.
You sat tucked into the corner of the pub, nursing a Butterbeer that had long since gone lukewarm. Alicia had dragged you out tonight, claiming you needed to âlive a little.â You werenât entirely convinced, but there was something about her enthusiasm that made saying no impossible.
And then there was Fred Weasley.
Youâd noticed him the second he walked in, though youâd never admit it. His presence was magnetic in a way you couldnât quite explain, drawing attention without even trying. He laughed too loud, flashed that mischievous grin too easily, and had the audacity to look good doing it.
He was surrounded, of course. Angelina was at his side, rolling her eyes at something heâd said, but not enough to hide her smile. A couple of other faces hovered nearbyâgirls who leaned in a little too close, their laughter a little too eager.
You forced yourself to look away, focusing instead on Alicia, who was recounting some outrageous story involving a Niffler and a stolen bracelet.
âAnd thenâare you even listening?â
You blinked, startled, and Alicia followed your gaze across the room. She smirked. âAh. Fred Weasley.â
You frowned. âWhat about him?â
âYou were practically drooling.â
âI was not.â
She laughed, leaning back in her chair. âDonât bother denying it. Everyone looks at him like that at least once. Itâs infuriating, isnât it?â
âWhat is?â
âHow bloody charming he is.â
You rolled your eyes but didnât argue. Infuriating was a good word for it.
It wasnât until later in the night, after the crowd had thinned and Alicia had gone off to dance with some guy you didnât recognize, that Fred approached you.
âMind if I sit?â he asked, already sliding into the chair across from you.
You glanced up, startled. âUh, sure?â
His grin widened, and you felt an unwelcome flutter in your chest. âYouâre Aliciaâs friend, right? Iâve seen you around. Iâm Fred.â
âI know who you are.â
âDo you?â He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand. âShould I be flattered or concerned?â
You narrowed your eyes, refusing to rise to the bait. âDepends.â
âOn?â
âWhether or not youâre about to use that ridiculous charm of yours to try and get in my pants.â
He laughedâa genuine, full-bodied sound that caught you off guard. âMerlin, youâre sharp, arenât you? I like that.â
âI wasnât trying to be likable.â
âEven better.â
You shook your head, unsure whether to be annoyed or amused. He was persistent, youâd give him that.
âSo,â he said, leaning back in his chair. âWhy are you here, all tucked away in the corner like some kind of mysterious enigma?â
âMysterious enigma?â
âItâs the best I could come up with on short notice. Donât judge me.â
This time, you couldnât stop the small smile that crept onto your face. âI didnât want to come tonight. Alicia dragged me here.â
âWell, remind me to thank her later,â he said, his tone light but his eyes unexpectedly serious.
You hesitated, caught off guard by the shift. For a moment, you wondered if there might be more to Fred Weasley than the charming facade.
But then someone called his nameâa girl, predictablyâand the moment passed.
Fred glanced over his shoulder, his grin returning as he waved her off. When he turned back to you, he seemed almost reluctant.
âDuty calls,â he said, rising from his chair. âBut donât be a stranger, yeah?â
âWhy would I be anything else?â
His laughter followed him as he walked away, and you were left alone, staring at your now-empty glass and wondering what, exactly, had just happened.
&
Diagon Alley was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. The crisp autumn air carried the faint scent of roasted chestnuts from a nearby cart, mingling with the earthy smell of parchment and ink that clung to the shopfront of Flourish and Blotts. You had come to pick up a new quill, your old one having finally succumbed to overuse during a particularly tedious set of reports.
As you stepped out of the shop, quill and a small stack of books tucked under your arm, you nearly collided with someone coming in the opposite direction.
âCareful there,â came the familiar voice, low and teasing.
Fred Weasley.
You took a step back, startled, and looked up to find him grinning down at you. His hair was windswept, cheeks slightly flushed from the cold, and he had the same effortless energy that seemed to follow him everywhere.
âDo you make a habit of running into people, or am I just lucky?â he asked.
âOnly the particularly unfortunate,â you replied, stepping aside to let him pass.
âUnfortunate?â He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. âHere I thought youâd be thrilled to see me.â
You rolled your eyes, though you couldnât quite suppress the small smile tugging at your lips. âWhat are you doing here, anyway? Donât tell me youâre in need of a good book.â
âIâll have you know Iâm an avid reader,â he said, placing a hand over his chest in mock offense. âIn fact, I was just about to pick up aââ He paused, glancing over your stack of books. âWhatâs this? âThe Art of Brewing Potent Potionsâ? Didnât take you for the potion-making type.â
You shifted the books slightly, suddenly self-conscious. âIâm not. Itâs for a friend.â
âAh,â he said, nodding solemnly. âA likely story.â
âDo you ever stop talking?â
âNot if I can help it.â
Despite yourself, you laughedâa small, involuntary sound that you quickly tried to stifle. Fred noticed, of course, and his grin softened into something warmer, more genuine.
âWell, Iâd hate to keep you from your important potion-related business,â he said after a moment, stepping aside to let you pass.
âImportant quill-related business, actually,â you corrected, holding up the bag in your hand.
âAh, of course. How could I forget?â
You shook your head, already turning to leave, but his voice stopped you.
âWait,â he said, his tone shifting slightly.
You turned back, surprised to see something uncertain flicker across his face. It was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by his usual confidence, but it left you curious.
âLet me walk you back,â he said, gesturing down the street.
You hesitated, torn between instinctively brushing him off and the strange, unfamiliar pull you felt to say yes. In the end, the latter won out.
âAlright,â you said, falling into step beside him.
The walk back was filled with the kind of aimless chatter that felt oddly naturalâFred recounting some escapade involving a rogue charm and a very unhappy house-elf, you half-listening, half-watching the way his hands moved as he spoke.
When you finally reached your door, he paused, rocking back on his heels. âWell, this is me,â you said, nodding towards the entrance.
Fred nodded, his grin returning. âGood to know. Iâll keep this in mind for next time.â
âNext time?â
âSure,â he said, already stepping away. âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily.â
And with that, he turned and walked off, leaving you standing in the doorway with a faint smile and a strange, fluttering feeling in your chest.
&
The weeks that followed your second encounter were marked by an unexpected rhythm.
Fred had a way of showing upânot at your door like expected, but in the spaces in between. He had a knack for making himself unavoidable, though never in an overbearing way. Youâd catch him at the tea shop near your office, juggling two mugs precariously in his hands and grinning at you as if it were fate. Or in the park, where heâd be charming a group of kids with conjured fireworks, his laughter echoing over the treetops.
âI swear, youâre everywhere,â you said one afternoon when you bumped into him yet again outside Flourish and Blotts.
âOr maybe youâre just not very good at avoiding me,â he replied, his grin maddeningly confident.
Despite your best efforts, the barriers youâd carefully constructed began to shift, piece by piece. It started with the smallest of gesturesâhim carrying your books when your arms were full, sneaking you a bag of your favorite sweets when he somehow discovered your weakness for honey drops. The conversations, too, began to stretch beyond the surface, slipping into territory you werenât entirely comfortable with but couldnât resist exploring.
âTell me something youâve never told anyone,â Fred said one evening, his voice softer than usual.
You had both ended up in the same quiet corner of The Leaky Cauldronâpure coincidence, or so he claimed. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, and for once, his usual smirk was nowhere to be found.
âWhy would I do that?â you asked, deflecting with a raised eyebrow.
âBecause Iâd like to know,â he said simply.
You hesitated, your fingers brushing the rim of your mug. The question had an intimacy to it that made you feel vulnerable, and yet, there was something about the way he looked at youâlike he could see straight through the walls you kept up.
âIâm scared of not being good enough,â you blurted before you could stop yourself.
Fred blinked, surprised by your honesty, but his expression quickly softened. âGood enough for what?â
âFor anything. Everything,â you admitted, your voice quieter now. âI donât know. Itâs stupid.â
âItâs not,â he said firmly, his gaze steady. âAnd for the record, I think youâre more than good enough.â
The moment lingered, delicate and raw, before you cleared your throat and changed the subject. Fred let you, but the look in his eyes stayed with you long after youâd said goodnight.
As time passed, your world seemed to orbit closer to his. He found reasons to seek you out, and you found yourself looking forward to his presence, even when you tried to convince yourself otherwise.
One evening, he brought you to his joke shop after hours, proudly showing you prototypes of new products. His enthusiasm was infectious, his face lighting up as he explained the intricacies of a new line of trick wands.
âWhy do I feel like youâre trying to recruit me?â you teased as he handed you one to test.
âBecause I am,â he said without hesitation. âYouâd be great at it. Youâve got a good eye for details, and you donât take my nonsense too seriously.â
âSomeone has to keep you grounded.â
Fred grinned. âExactly. Thatâs why youâre perfect for the job.â
You laughed, shaking your head, but something warm and unspoken passed between you.
It wasnât long before people began to notice.
The first comment came from a colleague at work, offhand and seemingly harmless. âYou and Fred Weasley seem awfully friendly,â they said, their tone laced with just enough curiosity to make you feel self-conscious.
The whispers followed soon afterâbarely audible at first but growing louder with each passing day. Fredâs reputation preceded him, and people were quick to remind you of it.
âEveryone knows heâs a flirt. Donât get your hopes up.â
âHeâs not exactly the relationship type.â
The words wormed their way into your mind, sowing seeds of doubt. You began to notice the way people looked at you when you were with him, their gazes heavy with judgment or pity.
Fred, oblivious to the change, continued to treat you the sameâwarm, attentive, and maddeningly Fred. But the whispers weighed on you, and before long, you found yourself pulling back.
The first time you ignored his owl, it felt like a betrayal. The second time, it felt like self-preservation. By the third, it had become a habit.
Fred noticed, of course, though he didnât understand.
âHave I done something wrong?â he asked one day, cornering you outside the tea shop where heâd so often âaccidentallyâ run into you.
âNo,â you lied, refusing to meet his eyes.
âYouâre avoiding me.â
âIâm not.â
âYou are.â
The hurt in his voice was almost too much to bear, but you held firm. The walls youâd rebuilt were sturdy now, bolstered by fear and the voices of those whoâd warned you to stay away.
Fred watched you for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before stepping back. âAlright,â he said quietly. âIf thatâs what you want.â
You told yourself it was. But as he walked away, the ache in your chest suggested otherwise.
The days after your confrontation with Fred dragged on, every hour stretching unbearably long. You told yourself you were doing the right thing, retreating before you got too close, before the inevitable heartbreak. But the certainty that had driven you to push him away began to waver in his absence.
You didnât realize how much space Fred had occupied in your life until it was suddenly empty. The silence felt heavier now. Your tea breaks were lonely, lacking his easy laughter. Even the parks seemed duller without the sound of him enchanting children with his conjured fireworks.
Work became a refugeâa place where you could bury yourself in tasks and avoid thinking about him. But even there, his presence lingered. The bag of honey drops heâd given you sat unopened in your desk drawer. Youâd thought about tossing it a dozen times, but your hand always hesitated, as though getting rid of it would make the loss of him too real.
It was during one of these long, quiet days that you overheard them.
âI heard sheâs been seeing Fred Weasley,â someone said behind you in the tearoom.
Your stomach dropped, and you froze, pretending to stir sugar into your tea.
âSheâs deluded if she thinks heâs serious about her,â another voice replied. âFred Weasley doesnât settle down. Sheâs just a bit of fun, like all the others.â
Their laughter echoed in your ears, sharp and grating. You forced yourself to walk out calmly, but their words stayed with you. By the time you got home, theyâd grown into a roar in your mind, impossible to ignore.
He deserves better. Someone more exciting, more confident. Someone who isnât scared of taking up space in his life.
The thoughts clawed at you as you sat at your desk, staring at the parchment in front of you.
You donât belong in his world.
Your hand moved before you could stop it, the quill scratching out the words you thought would sever the tie cleanly. The letter was short, clinical, void of the emotions tearing through you.
âFred, I think itâs best we go our separate ways. Thank you for everything. Take care.â
The owl flew off with it before you could change your mind, its silhouette disappearing into the night. The moment it was gone, the finality of it hit you like a curse.
You curled up in bed that night, the ache in your chest feeling like a physical weight. You told yourself it was for the best. But deep down, you started to think youâd made a mistake.
You waited for him to show up at your door, demanding answers in his usual larger-than-life way. But Fred didnât come.
At first, you convinced yourself that his silence was proof that you were rightâhe wasnât serious about you. But as the days turned into a week, the void he left behind became unbearable.
It was Alicia who finally forced you to confront it.
âYouâve been sulking for days,â she said, plopping down on your couch uninvited. âWhat happened?â
âNothing,â you mumbled, not looking up from the book you werenât actually reading.
Alicia snatched the book out of your hands, her sharp gaze piercing. âYou donât look like this over ânothing.â Spill.â
You hesitated, but the words came spilling out anywayâthe whispers, the letter, the crushing fear that youâd never be enough for someone like Fred.
When you finished, Alicia looked at you as though youâd just told her you planned to live on the moon.
âYouâre an idiot,â she said bluntly.
âThanks,â you muttered, burying your face in your hands.
âIâm serious,â Alicia said, her voice softening. âFred isnât like that. Not with you. Do you have any idea how he lights up when he talks about you?â
Your chest tightened at her words, but you shook your head. âHeâs Fred Weasley. He lights up for everyone.â
âNo,â she said firmly. âNot like this. Trust me, Iâve seen him flirt a hundred times. This isnât flirting, love. Heâs serious about you. And if you canât see that, youâre going to regret it.â
Her words haunted you that night as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. By the time morning came, you knew you couldnât leave things as they were.
The shop was quiet when you arrived, the familiar smell of wood polish and faint smoke lingering in the air. You knocked hesitantly, and Fred appeared in the doorway moments later, his expression unreadable.
âHey,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
Fred stepped aside without a word, letting you in. The silence between you was suffocating, the usually lively space feeling oddly hollow.
You fidgeted with the edge of your sleeve, searching for the right words. âIââ
Fred cut you off. âWhy are you here?â His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made your chest tighten.
âI⊠I wanted to explain,â you said, your throat dry.
âExplain what?â he asked, his arms crossed. âWhy you decided to shut me out without a real reason?â
The hurt in his voice cracked something inside you. âI was scared,â you admitted. âOf getting hurt. Of not being enough.â
Fred stared at you for a long moment, his expression softening as he stepped closer. âWhy would you think that?â
âBecause everyone saysââ
âTo hell with what everyone says,â Fred interrupted, his voice fierce. âI donât care what they think. The only person whose opinion matters is yours.â
You swallowed hard, your voice trembling. âI didnât know if you were serious. About me.â
Fred reached out, taking your hands in his. âIâm as serious as it gets,â he said quietly. âBut I canât make you believe that. You have to let yourself believe it.â
The tears youâd been holding back spilled over, and Fred gently pulled you into his arms. His embrace was warm, steady, and everything you hadnât realized youâd needed.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered against his chest.
Fred pressed a kiss to your hair, his voice soft but certain. âYouâre the only one I want.â
When you finally pulled back, his hands lingered on your face, his thumbs brushing away the last of your tears. The look in his eyes was so full of warmth and determination that you felt the last of your doubts dissolve.
When he kissed you, it wasnât just a promiseâit was a beginning.
#harry potter#fic#fred weasley#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter imagine#weasley twins#imagine#weasley#fred fic#fred weasley imagine#fred weasely x y/n#fred weasley x you#fred weasley fluff#fred weasly x reader#fred weasley fic
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I'm so happy I found your blog I love it. With the new post being one of my favorites, but a line caught my eye. "Tim being the most stalkerish", and usually when one "sibling" does something to the other that other sibling does it back to annoy them. But here's the thing, Daughter read knows Tim probably won't mind it. But maybe to confuse him she starts peeking behind corners at him or in the dark just subtly standing in the corner watching him work to "freak him out"(it never works but still) or he'll hear footsteps behind him, look over his shoulder, and no one be there (he saw daughter reader duck under the table). So yeah in short Daughter Reader stalking Tim back but only to really annoy him because in reality he can't slip up or rest. If he's with Kon he can't use his friendly language or jokes or whatever because Daughter Reader is watching and what if something he says isn't meant for "Kids" (She's like a pre-teen or something in this, maybe thirteen? Or close to that age.) But yeah have a good night/day!:D
Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling Masterlist
Oh my goodness Tim would think itâs the cutest thing at first but it gets old quickly.
Like it if she is a preteen in this she had been living at the manor for a few years now, five or six years maybe. It is that point where she is getting older but no one in the house besides her mother and Alfred, the rest of them, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Barbara, Cassandra, Stephanie, and Duke when they meet her, infantilize her. So sheâs never treat her like sheâs that age, not allowed to do sports because she is far too young and could get hurt, choir has a bunch of older kids and they could be bad influences. At this point she is bored out of her mind at the manor, she canât go out and do things or have her friends from school over, so she starts trying to annoy her brothers as much as possibleâŠ
Jason and Damian were easy, messing with Jasonâs gear for Red Hood, he takes out his guns during patrol and-
They are covered with stickers, not exactly intimidating. Then he has to spend an hour trying to peel them all off after patrol.
Then during school she ignores Damian when he is about to drag her off to have lunch with him, but then she she slaps his hand away and rolls her eyes before walking off to have lunch with her friends.
Dick and Tim are a little harder to get on the nerves ofâŠ
But her mother said to give them a taste of their own medicineâŠ
She starts get clingy with Dick at the most inconvenient of times, about to go on patrol? She is running around the manor when itâs her bedtime and itâs Dickâs turn to put her in bed. Or he is forcibly cuddling with her on the couch and he gets a call from Babs and he has to wake her up to take her with him because he watching her and she starts whining that she doesnât want to go.
Then there is Tim whose obsessive tendencies are rather subtle to the blind eyes, but he has folders upon folders, both physical and on his computer, just dedicated to information and photos of Mother!Darling and Sister!Darling. After five or six years of living there she has definitely stumbled upon Timâs collection at least once, walking into Timâs room to grab her highlighters she let him borrow and she found the files on his desk and she just took a peak and they were all about her and her mother, photos from magazines that were published long before they came back to Gotham, private records from her motherâs company before it joined Wayne Enterprises, and-
âWhat are you doing?â
Tim grabs the file from her and shoves it in a drawer and before he could say something to her she had run out of the room, forgetting the highlighters she had came for.
Had he been stalking them since before they returned to Gotham? How long was that? Six, seven years ago maybe?
So when she starts to figure out ways to annoy them, she knows exactly what to do with Tim. She follows him around like a shadow throughout the manor and she knows he knows that she is there, after all he is Red Robin. Tim thinks itâs cute at first, but then eventually things become too muchâŠ
Like when he is getting ready for patrol in the Batcave and he sees her hiding behind one of the cases of weaponsâŠ
She could have crawled into the batmobile and could have gotten hurt while Bruce was out on patrol. So he is late starting patrol because he has to chase her down around the cave and make sure she doesnât hurt herself and wrangle her and get her back to bed, making sure to actually lock the door.
Or the time Kon was over and she was ease dropping on their conversation and Tim is ashamed that he did not realize it until dinner that night and everyone is sitting at the table with Kon who is still visiting, and she drops the f-bomb and-
âYoung lady, where did you learn that?!â
âTim said it.â
He is in so much trouble, but Connor is definitely laughing his ass off.
It gets to the point where every single child in the Batfam goes to Bruce and literally begs him to let her do something so she knocks everything off and for the first time he caves, because honestly Bruce cannot deal with her sneaking into the cave one more time while he is working on the batcomputer.
So she is allowed to have friends over, ones that are approve by Bruce first at least with Tim helping run background checks on them first. But of course those unhealthy habits still exist, Dick is still clingy, Jason is still overprotective, Damian is still possessive, and TimâŠ
Well he just added another polaroid in his folders of his dearest little sister while she was playing soccer in the yard with her friends with their faces scribbled out of course.
#yandere dc x reader#yandere dc#yandere justice league x reader#yandere justice league#yandere bruce wayne#yandere bruce wayne x reader#yandere batman#yandere batman x reader#yandere batfam#platonic yandere batfam#platonic yandere#yandere batfamily#platonic yandere batfamily#platonic yandere dc#platonic yandere bruce wayne#yandere damian wayne#yandere dick grayson#yandere jason todd#yandere tim drake
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I love how all the AUs you listed get more and more fantastical and epic and then it's just "coffee shop." (Also I would LOVE to see number 19.)
29. Coffee shop but with DRAGONS-
Number 19, fighting arena techno dad: what it says on the tin, its more or less Techno doing a championship battle thing and winning as per usual but as heâs doing the routine he ends up getting a kid (Tommy) attached to him bc he rly rly RLY wants tips from Technoblade, grand fighting arena champion. Techno is like âno go awayâ for several weeks until Tommy then doesnt appear for his daily 4 clock whining, to which techno then goes looking for him and finds out heâs getting a bit picked on (getting placed in entirely unfair fights) Techno then goes âwhy are you being mean to my apprentice. Are you stupidâ and everyone is like SHIT HES YOURS???
And then Technofather. Because he made the mistake of going âyeah thats my kidâ and then tommy proceeded to latch onto his leg and refuse to let go. And then the even MORE fun aspect of tommy going from âannoying random kidâ to âtechnos kidâ in the arena with people actively recognizing and trying to be nice to him instead of just ignoring him. Cue scene of him being a little shit as always and someone trying to yell at him before then getting yanked to the side by their friend like âdude do NOT piss off the kidâ âheâs being a brat!â âYEAH BC HE WANTS A FIGHT TO START. DO YOU WANT TECHNOBLADE COMING OVER HERE???â
#sircantus asks#sbi#technoblade actively refuses any semblance of bonding with Tommy until he gets One Smidge of Having A Sonboy#and then hes like: yeah if you annoy him i will drag you into the fighting pit#techno: welp im a father now. if anyone lays a hand on him just come out and i will peacefully break your legs
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Ariaaaa
Saturday QOTD:
You enter a sweepstakes and win a date with a celebrity of your choice. After spending a day with them, I ask if you'd like to continue seeing them. The only problem? Their fans have a history of dragging this person's partners â ïž would you take the risk of seeing where this relationship goes, or leave them alone?
Me when I see you in my asks (especially when itâs one of your fun games/Qsđ„°) :
Oohhhhh i love this!! So the celebrity Iâd go with is obviously Pedro
Soooo⊠on one hand I could do with a social media detox, so as long as I just donât go online I donât see any hate right? And if anyoneâs an asshole irl Pedro can protect me đ«¶đŒ and honestly being with him should be enough to make up for it anyway.
BUT
Realistically (because this is realistic) I donât wanna completely stop using social media and I would still go online and check anyway and hurt my feelingsđ AND Pedro is 47. So I would have one day and one day only with Pedrito but Iâd treasure it for the rest of my life đđ«¶đŒ
#kendra <3#and also#if i did stay with him and managed to not care about the hate#heâd probably die really early and then iâd be a widow at like 40 so that would be annoying#he wouldnât die early but earier than me i mean#(i would be rich thoâŠ.)#but nah iâd have to go with one day onlyđ#and anyway i really hope (but tbh i think itâs true) pedro would not want a 20 year old gf anywayđđđ#it would be a day of him acting like a dad (no -dy at the end. just dad) and me embarrassing myself#so yeah if i said i wanna keep seeing him it wouldnât work out anywayđ#iâll live one day in delusion with him and think heâs my cool slutty daddy#and that heâs in love with me#and remember it like that forever without getting draggedđ#what would you do!! and who? đ
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MATCH MY FREAK ?! â
đâ feat. toji, gojo, nanami, geto, choso. ranking the jik menâs freaks ân how nasty they are.
warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, overstim, choking, dumbification, dirty talk, first time squırt, size kink, spıt kink, mommy kink, lactation fantasizes, finger sucking, fıngering, brÄeding, praise, humping, manhandling, nıpple play
wc. 4.3k
TOJI FUSHIGURO â
the nastiest â doesnât have any shame whatsoever. with toji, all he ever has to do is have you bouncing on his lap over and over.
that annoying everlasting slash of a scar runs down the right side of his lip as his attentionâs focused on some old western movie. âmhm, there we go. milk me or whatever,â and you pout. heâs not paying you any attention on purpose. one hand of his grabs onto your waist, another gripping his empty beer can. glancing down at your sloppy cunt, he snarls. âyou sure do love makinâ a mess, huh. look at this,â and you moan, feeling him bring both hips of yours to an abrupt stop. as his heavy cockâs still plummeting into the velvet of your cunt, he lifts you up a few inches. âall this cum goinâ âta waste. so sad,â and you shudder, watching as he swipes a thumb against your dribbling entrance. his own seed oozes out of you and he smears it, dragging a bit onto the print of his thumb. âmy, my. nice ân fresh,â and with doe widened eyes, you watch as toji licks his finger clean. you felt yourself throbbing immensely, and then he gingerly wraps a hand around your neck. âdonât just stare, girl. yâer gonna get a taste too. open nice ân wide, goood.â
as youâre harshly jerking back and forth, hearing the raucous groaning creaks of the sofa rock continuously, your mouth sags opens. toji dangerously leans in, one hand knuckles deep into your slobbering cunt before he pulls it right back out.
âfuck, baby look at how sloppy you get,â and he swivels his fingers inside before removing them, gathering a nice amount of his dribbling cum. toji looks at you with a with a haughty expression, so obedient. mouth all open, needy breaths falling out, you couldnât have been any more perfect. âyeaaah, curl that tongue up ân tell me how i taste.â
once he places two thickset digits inside of your mouth, you suck them clean whilst still moving against him.
your moans were now muffled due to his digits being shoved into your mouth â coating his thick fingers with your glistening, slick saliva. âmphh,â you whine, feeling his free hand creep down between your pried open thighs. tojiâs staring at you with murky, hooded eyes as youâre still creating feverish friction. your tongue curls around his fingers and you savor the honeyed taste of his own cum swashing inside your mouth. you couldnât describe the taste, bittersweet.
it was an entire mixture of bitterly sweet, almost no taste at all as the seconds past. tojiâs big hand grips your cunt before he gives it a nice squeeze, watching your eyes roll back.
âgod, yâr so fuckinâ nasty today, canât even watch my movie without giving my girls some attention, huh,â and with his entire wrist, he spanks your cunt raw. âespecially her, yeah you,â and his eyes flicker down at your sobbing pussy, not even staring at you anymore. âlook at her tryinâ to talk back. too soaked though, shame.â
ât- tojiiii,â you pathetically purr out, the swatting smack against your folds giving you whiplash. as you attempt to speak, his fingers get pulled out of your lips, a long slimy-like trail of spit following and he glares at you. âgonna c-cum again.â
âyouâre gonna be a messy girl when i tell you to be, baby,â he reminds you, and you could practically feel the milky ring forming around his base. from between your thighs, itâs so filthy.
sticky, each jolt you do on his lap by making haste with your hips has you feeling the stretchy strings of your own juices to his sloshing back and forth together. itâs filthy, you even have the audacity to try and sneak a hand between your thighs, hoping to touch yourself but he smacks it away. âgirl, please. letâs not even go there.â
âbutââ
âbut nothinâ. bend over,â and with a blink of an eye, youâre tossed on your back. you gasp, his quick movements barely giving you time to comprehend anything. first you were on his lap and now you were on all fours with your ass up in the air. you whimper, feeling him spank your left cheek before spreading it open.
with two broad hands, he dips his long tongue into your hole before cleaning out his cum with a single slurping lick. he wasnât even fazed. you moan, shuddering from the stimulation and youâre oh so sensitive and he only makes it worse the moment he starts sucking you, cleaning you out from the back.
âaw, shaky are we? stay still, gotta clean you up silly girl. this cum doesnât come for free.â
SATORU GOJO â
satoruâs always been kinky â especially with you. one of his favorite things to do is to convince not only you but himself that heâs not a bottom. in the end, your hips always prove him wrong though.
reclined way back, he watches as your body grinds up and down against him, bouncy.
he groans gruffly, countless slender fingers grabbing ahold of your waist. your bodyâs movements were always so unpredictable, giving him a run for his money. âah, âs fuckinâ good, baby. ride me jusâ like that, yeah. mhmm.â and you could hear the bratty strain in his voice. he huffs, snowy white strands sticking to his forehead like glue. your sopping wet cunt had a few loose strings of residue cum clinging near the crevices of your thighs and sticking to his. he just couldnât get over how wet you were. satoru was heavily flustered, driving such thick inches into you. as heâs trying to keep up with his maddened pace â despite you doing all the work, you whimper from the outstretched girth. he reaches that spot and it messes you up every time.
fuck, itâs as if each thrust makes you feel him mold out your walls ten times more. heâs so big, the lazy curve on his cock had you feening for more. and if it was anything about satoru, itâs that he just wouldnât stop talking. a blabber mouth, whining for you to go faster while at the same time, whining for you to go slower. âmake up your mind, âtoru,â you tease him, a slight tremor in your own voice. his heat entangles with yours and itâs so good.
the fervor, its steadily arising, mixing both individual pleasures as you grab onto his hand. a myriad of fingers intertwine amongst each other as you lewdly rock your body into his. god, itâs only been a few minutes, just a few minutes of yet another round and his eyes were already going back. so far back that you noticed the sexy flicker of white in his eyes paint his sockets a eerie new color.
ây- your hips, oh fuuuuck,â and heâs just slumped against the velvety sheets, feeling his heart beats pulse right through his ears. itâs loud, almost like a deafening beat to some sort of song. satoruâs jaw tightens as youâre preparing to milk him again for the third time. heâs panting like a dog before he suddenly spanks your ass. âmhm, baby,â he stammers out, meeting your gaze right away. you stroke his cheek, spotting the tiny pout pressing against his lips. panting laboriously, his lungs never felt more full. with a heaving sigh, he grabs your neck. âdo that thing again, pleaseplease.â
you tilt your head, playing dumb. âdo what?â
he groans, feeling his cock twitch inside from the sweltering warmth of your heated heat. taking a second to swallow, he huffs. âthe thing, yâknow,â and his white brows contort into a sheepish furrow. itâs adorable, itâs almost like heâs too embarrassed to say it. âs- spit in my mouth again, baby. wanna .. taste you.â
âfine,â you tease, wrapping a hand around his throat. heâs got the smuggest grin and your hips were gonna wipe it right off. satoru groans, watching you inch yourself closer, skin against skin, body against body, itâs so hot. with the way your cunt mercilessly drags itself against him, he felt like he about to melt. you gently scrape a thumb over his bottom lip, still rocking into him rigorously. âopen your mouth, pretty boy.â
âheh, yes m- maâam,â he swallows, getting turned on by your sudden authority. his dick pulses inside of you, curving all through your gummy walls with such intensity. heâs feral. satoru opens his mouth and you lean in, gathering a fair wad before watching it trickle down. he whines at the sweet taste of your nectar, feeling your fingers wrap around his throat and heâs just voluntarily wearing it like a necklace. âharder, choke me h- harder.â
scoffing, you tighten the grip around his neck and he moans. itâs a slutty moan, the kind of moan where itâs almost pornographic. âyouâre such a brat,â you roll your eyes, almost forgetting heâs buried fat inches deep into your swollen cunt. your hips slow down its pace after a while as youâre still being your hips back and forth and he whines at your languid tempo. you give him a teasing smile, panting yourself before nibbling on his chin. ânot satisfied, âtoru?â
âmhm, no. even i could do better than that, baby,â he cheeses a grin and you lean in to kiss him. he grunts in your mouth, wet tongues sloppily sliding in sync and harmony. your hands start to wander near his bare chest, pinching his nipple and he groans. âh- hey! you kinky bitch.. heh do it again.â
SUGURU GETO â
suguru getoâs the nastiest eater. it goes without saying. if he wants a taste, heâs gonna eat. doesnât care what time of day it is, the meal between your thighs was always his favorite, hands down.
âs- suguuuu,â youâd breathe out, feeling each of your lungs ready to collapse. your breathing continued to become unsteady within each lewd second that passes. heâs nose deep, eating you out like a starved animal - saliva everywhere. it drips down the cracks of his lips and past his chin. your felt your voice go dry like the sahara as heâs stuffed right between your thighs. but with geto, more than anything, he loves eating you out whilst youâre still wearing panties. âfuck, âs sensitive still, suguru.â
âgood, baby,â he rasps, flicking his tongue against the fabric, tasting against your pulsating clit. and oh, his flicks, as brief and thorough as they are, they turn sloppy. geto slurps you clean, treating your pussy like actual food. heâs so pretty too, lengthy long hair flowing down his broad tense shoulders. with your legs spread all out and open, you grab onto his hair, shoving his face closer against your heated core. âyeah, fuck my face. grind this nasty fuckinâ cunt againstâmmphhh.â
heâs rudely cut off with how your pussy gets right into his mouth and his plump lips latch onto your arousal. thereâs a cunning smile stretching against his lips and he finally peels away your pretty panties with his teeth, to the side.
you taste so sweet, his nose eagerly prods its way against your sopping wet slit, swiping the tip of his nose up and down like a credit card. you loudly whine, a familiar shakiness returning to your voice before your throat grows parched once more. âright there, p- please. donât stop sugu, fuckfuckfuckkk.â
and your little cries only made him so much harder. not only did they make him hard but they fell on closed off ears. geto huskily grunts into your cunt â the timbre vibrations making you twitch into his mouth. he tastes it on his tongue, feeling you shiver right onto his tastebuds. as youâre drenching his chin with your wetness, he laughs right on your pussy. âcâmonnn, baby. if youâre gonna pull on my hair at least do it right,â and heâs being cocky now. the grit in his voice turns you on and he reaches down to give his hardened cock a few pumps. spitting on the entrance of your cunt, shooting you a sly grin. âoh. whatâs with the pout? i gotta pull my own hair?â
âs- shut up suguru,â you whine, feeling his hot breath fan against your clit. youâre so sensitive and you feel your back starting to arise, arching itself.
âmake me, baby.â
and he chuckles before eating his words, eating your pussy, nearly gulping at the taste as his tongue swiftly maneuvers crazed circles against your stretched opening. youâre so wet that he could literally drown between your thighs. youâre dragging his face against your cunt and his smirk falters a bit the moment he feels himself close himself.
âs- shit,â he dryly laughs, giving your clit another chaste kiss. a cobwebby string of your translucent juices stick against his mouth as if its adhesive, sopping wet and sugary sweet. heâs nasty with his tongue, devouring you whole only to spit it right back onto your weeping pussy. âyeah, fuck my face, girl. donât be shy, i like when ya get rough.â
not before long, you let out a shrilling orgasm, your vocal chords ripping raw as you gush all on his face. geto pats your pussy as if heâs telling it, telling it, telling her, âgood job.â he hums, giving it a final indecent suck before getting up. heâs lingering right over your twitching, defeated body, gawking at your dumbed down state before leaning in to kiss you.
his body, ripped and rough - tatted and burly, grinds against you before he slips two fingers inside of your pussy. âtaste it,â he whispers, and you part your lips, throwing arms over his shoulders before relishing in your own juices. you were so dumb from him eating you out that it took you a while to realize he wanted you to kiss him, taste it that way. it was all on his tongue, once bitter now sweet and you take both of his fingers so easily. geto kisses you sloppily, exasperated breaths pouring into each mouth before he bites your lip. âturn around. wanna try a new position.â
âw- what position?â you heave, staring at him as youâre still breathless.
geto rolls his eyes, flipping you over himself. âthe one where i put those useless legs of yours over your head. chop chop, girl. wanna test out that flexibility.â
CHOSO KAMO â
âjust .. lie back like that, mhm,â heâd coo, and you moan the moment heâs pressing his weight up against you. choso was warm, but his touch was even warmer. preposterously, his headâs spinning along with the mirroring subtle beats of his heart as heâs watching you flop down on your back. âm- may i?â he almost whines, so impatientâleaning in to nibble his teeth at your laced bra. you give him a nod and he almost moans. choso starts to feel a lake of saliva pool its way into his mouth as heâs now face first between your tits. his favorite girls, besides you. âso thirsty, âm gonna drink for a little.â
choso loved your breasts.
he also loved pretending milk would come out of them every time he latched his lips around your perky nipples.
âthey always look s- so pretty for me.â he swallows the invisible lump in his throat, eyes peeping up at you. you give him a sheepish smile, holding his head upright and thatâs when he shifts. choso grabs a nearby pillow, propping it right underneath his growing boner. softly, he unstraps your bra, letting it fall looseânot even bothering to fully take it off. it just hangs. as he gets a pillow, your brow raises before he starts to suck.
âf- fuck, âcho,â you whine out, feeling hot cloudy puffs of breath collide against your skin. youâre so sensitive, feeling a bit of teeth clash against each nipple. you could hear him breathing through his nose, irregular shattered breaths, slurping against each neglected tit. âthatâs it baby, mhm, good boy,â and you feel a bit of movement. glimpsing down with blown irises, chosoâs resolutely humping the pillow he brought between his legs. heâs whining, trying to bring attention to his heat but oh, the friction only makes it worse. he whimpers and whines with your tit in his mouth, lolling out his long tongue to savor your heavenly taste.
ângh, m⊠mommy,â he babbles out, and heâs never called you that before. that was new, you felt your pussy throb behind your panties before he starts to ramble again and again. whenever heâs drunk off of you - heâs so talkative. âs- so good, âs sweet,â he grunts, his thrusts against the pillow turning more sloppy. itâs so hot that your skin practically sticks against the satiny sheets. and with choso, heâs just so fucking loud.
he canât help it. heâs a whiner, straining his own voice at the expense of your syrupy taste. pretty sable lashes flutter against your skin as heâs still slurping each tit. he lowly groans, both hands wrapping around them both - gingerly fondling with each one. choso made sure to give each one all his attention, strands of sheeny crisscrossed drool trickling down past his lips, past his chin. âyouâre beinâ messy, baby,â you hum softly, feeling him lean into your touch as you lift his chin up. a toothy love-drunk smile tugs against his lips as he stares up at you, reaching down to touch himself.
âs- sorry,â he hiccups, the speed of his hips accelerating. choso could barely even last because as heâs still got a mouth full of one of your luscious mounds, he gasps. itâs sharp, his breath gets stolen the moment he feels a certain dampness. it starts to coat the middle part of his darkened boxers, clenching his teeth in awe. âoh, ohmygod, âm cumminâ, fuck.â and itâs so quick, heâs practically thrusting his hips into the pillow as if heâs actually fucking you. as heâs humping the pillow, heâs also humping your leg a bit, rutting back and forth until he whimpers. âs- shit, mommy âm makinâ a mess, fuuuuck me.â
as heâs still making out with your breasts, he glances at each nipple. all swollen and wet from his saliva. chosoâs eyes almost roll back as heâs making a mess of himself, flustered entirely at the thought of cumming just from sucking on your tits. âmommy, huh?â you tease, running a thumb down his undercut as he buries his face into your chest. oh, heâs embarrassed.
âi.. i didnât mean to call you that, âm sorry,â he grumbles, his voice almost inaudible with the way heâs just stuffed between your breasts. heâs still greedy though, licking and lapping his own shimmery spit that glissades down the crack of your chest. âsoso sorry.â
âitâs okay,â you gently pull up his head, making him stare at you. heâs got a little pout, pretty pink lips curling into a downward scowl. âaw, you wanna suck them again, huh, choso?â
with a defeated nod, he sighs. âyeah, but- i just came ân i made a mess,â and your eyes peer down at his boxers with the faint grey stain exposing itself. so cute, choso lets out a tiny vexing puff of air before rubbing his neck in shame. ây- you made me cum jusâ from suckinâ on you.â
âdonât worry, âcho,â you purr, bringing him back toward your chest. your touch â so warm, heâd love to just stay like this forever. in your arms, sucking on your tits with the dumbest grin on his face, eyes closed. your words tenderly eased its way into his heart before you lie back, exhaling a drowsy sigh. heâs staring at you and he looks hungry, even still. chosoâs panting, hovering over you so close that you feel the outline of his flaccid cock rub up against your thigh. âoh, you want more, donât you?â
ân- no i want you,â he whimpers with a slight head shake, sprawling your legs apart. your eyes briefly widen at his gentle touch, feeling a few slender fingers ghost against your slavering cunt. choso kisses your right tit one more time, inching back up toward your face. âp- please.â
NANAMI KENTO â
with nanami, heâs a freak in private.
after coming home from a long day at work, he just wants his pretty âlil wife. even a bonus, your sweet cunt that never fails to milk him dry every single time. âwoah, love. donât run from me, hey,â and his voice couldnât have been any more smoother. you moan, feeling each stroke pivot its way so righteously into your soaked core. nanami watches with a coarse glint in his eye as youâre clinging onto the red-velvet sheets. your hands, they bawl within the fabric and youâre creating fists, not once releasing its tightening grip. his hips, they were simply hypnotic.
youâre feeling the stretching curve of his cock jackhammer into your drenched folds with such cinching effortlessness. mewl after mewl dies out of your throat as heâs making your drooling pussy beg for mercy. âdonât run, âm not done givinâ you a good fillinâ sweetheart,â and you could feel his hot cum pour its way out of your clenched hole. heâs already came inside beforeâbut now, it was so much that itâs starting to spill out. dripping down your thighs and his favorite part is to just fuck it right back in. itâs so messy, youâre moaning out his name again and again as if itâs some catchy mantra. âatta girl, take it. taaake it.â
and you whine, your face practically being shoved into your pillow. softly though, the cottony fluff gets caught in your mouth and you let off a choking sob for more. âken, mhhh, kento,â you croak, feeling him grab your wrist, pinning it behind your back. oh, he always knew how to fuck you just right. youâre a mess and heâs always liked whenever his women was a bit sloppy. you were never a match for his hips, albeit they struck you deep. his fat cock ruthlessly delves into your cunt even deeper thoughâchurning up your insides, having you clench around him tight. your spit-slicked lips kink up into a ghostly âoâ and you feel yourself about to break yet again. ânot gonna last again, âm gonna cum, âkento, fuuuck.â
âcâmon, wifey. wanna f- feel you,â he huffs, piercing the pearly edges of his teeth into your the left blade of your shoulder. blond strands of hair run down his face. itâs shiiiiny, tears of sweat pouring down the edges of his forehead. you whine before feeling nanami take a brisk moment to wrap his tie around your wrist, having you in a secure firm grasp. âmhm, good girl. so good, fuck back against me, milk me sweetheart. uh huuuh.â
everythingâs so sloppy, not just his hips but your pussy too. you gasp, feeling a sudden coil within you snap.
nanamiâs got you arched over, tongue lolled out and eyes rolled back. just what he needed after a eight hour shift. your cunt always brings him the relaxation he needs, he could just live in it. you could barely even speak a proper sentence without a babbling cry wrenching out of your piteous vocal chords. âkento, i- i feel like âm gonna,â and you pause, another sharp gasp exiting out of your lungs. your lungs shake, teeth shattering and ears ringing before you feel a sudden gush. its impact has you delirious â you shake violently on his cock like a crazed animal before your jaw dangles open.
nanami groans, his own cock twitching inside before he realizes what happened. he hums, slowing his jagged hips down before caressesing your ass. he takes a moment, letting off a phew before relishing the sight of you bent over and on all fours for him. âoh, my oh my,â he murmurs in a soft gruff tone. its gruffness underneath makes you throb at least a million times. youâre an entire mess, spasming underneath him with his own heat sticking against yours. inches fucking deep, he brings a plump padded thumb towards your swollen cunt before leisurely pulling out. with a pop, heâs finally out of your sticky, greedy pussy. youâre drenchedâclenching around nothing now and you canât help but pout. as youâre still coming undone, he stares in awe at how youâre just coating the sheets entirety with your new sweet. youâre spraying out still as the seconds by and he canât help but hum, a tender feeling waning its way into his heart â and an even more tender feeling warming its way between his legs. âmy love, i didnât know you were the squirtinâ type.â
your chest slumps back into the mattress from the literal nirvana you felt and you moan in ecstasy. with your orgasm still making its appearance, you feel a compacted tightening sensation within you snap.
it feels so good, soso good that your visionâs currently mainly made up of splotches of achromatic, bland colors. everythingâs hot. dementedly, you shake underneath him before you feel his hand ghost down your spine. âk- kento, iââ
âshhh, letâs not speak right now, my sweet,â he shushes you, and you moan at the feeling of his fingers leisurely smearing your own candied juices back into you. your body couldnât stay still and youâre just left there with your mouth hung open - brows curling together at the straight euphoria you just endured. âletâs hear what my other girlâs got to say,â he hums, and before you knew it, youâre flipped over, legs sprawled out with your tits bouncing from the unforeseen movement.
with fawn, gentle eyes staring straight at your soddened wet cunt, nanami licks his fingers clean before going up close to it. âsheâs as wet as ever,â he whispers against your slit, giving it a kiss.
immediately, his lips were now glazed with your natural gloss. youâre breathing heavily each second at a time before yanking on his mousy, silk strands. âmhm, thatâs it, get a nice pull,â and you moan once he lightly spanks your cunt, your legs growing limp and about to close. âgonna see how much wetter she can get for me,â and he whistles against your pussy, still staring at her and not you, you shudder from his breathy blow.
âisnât that right, pretty?â
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I FâCK HATE EMO BOYS s. geto & k. choso
â sum. you hate emo boys, you hate how they pretend to be all dark and mysterious, you also hate how they wear nothing but black. there are two emo boys in your class and they seem to notice the hate inside your bodyâ if they dâck you down sooo good, are still going to hate emo boys?
warning. college au, dĆuble-penetration, manhandling, Ćral ( m receiving ), fingÄring, semi-public space, anÄl, unprotected sÄx, geto is annoying,
you hate emo boys.
you sit cross-legged on the floor of the cramped music room, arms crossed tightly over your chest as you glare daggers at the two so-called emo boys sitting on the stage with you. itâs your final project for the semester, and of course, you got stuck with themâchoso and geto. youâre already mentally drained by their whole âdark and broodingâ shtick, and the fact that theyâre in the same art and music major only ensures youâre forced to endure it day after day.
choso is hunched over his electric guitar, strumming out a tune that sounds suspiciously similar to every other broody song heâs ever played. his face is painted with that classic distant, ânobody gets meâ expression that makes you want to roll your eyes so far back they might get stuck. meanwhile, geto, who is supposed to be helping with the composition, is lounging on the stage like he owns the place, cigarette dangling from his lips, blowing smoke rings as if heâs above it all.
your patience is wearing thin.
âyou know,â you say, voice laced with sarcasm, âsitting around and looking like a dark cloud doesnât exactly count as helping.â
geto tilts his head, smirking as he blows another lazy ring of smoke, seemingly unfazed by your irritation. his long black hair falls in messy strands around his face, half-tied up in some kind of âeffortlessly coolâ way that, unfortunately, does suit him. but god, itâs infuriating. the urge to yank that stupid ponytail and force him to actually do something is almost unbearable.
âi am helping,â he drawls, voice dripping with boredom as he stretches out, reclining back on his elbows. âjust by being here, iâm setting the mood.â
choso stifles a laugh, not even bothering to hide his amusement at your irritation. you shoot him a glare that could freeze fire, and he just shrugs, clearly used to getoâs antics. âyeah,â choso chimes in, plucking a single, somber note, âbesides, nobody asked you to be here either.â
âunfortunately, the professor did,â you mutter under your breath. youâre practically boiling with annoyance, fists clenching. âand weâre supposed to be collaborating, not indulging in whatever dark poet wannabe persona youâre both putting on.â
geto smirks wider, taking another drag of his cigarette as he looks you up and down. âoh, you mean you donât appreciate my brooding, enigmatic aura? iâm just trying to channel my inner tortured artist,â he responds with mock sincerity. âweâre not all about sunshine and rainbows like you, princess. some of us have a deeper connection to music.â
choso is still snickering as he strums out another note, the two emo boys clearly enjoying your irritation. choso meets getoâs eye with a playful look, as though theyâre both in on some secret joke, but you canât decipher the silent communication between them. he grins, clearly enjoying how easy it is to rile you up. âyeah, itâs not our fault you have the musical taste of a high school pep rally.â his comment earns a snort from geto, who chuckles under his breath.
you scoff, rolling your eyes so dramatically that itâs a miracle they donât roll right out of your head. their mocking expressions, getoâs cigarette-smoke smile, and chosoâs silent snickers grate on you, pushing every button they seem to know so well.
âoh, please,â you say, voice thick with sarcasm as you fling your pen, first at geto and then at choso. it clatters harmlessly beside them, but the message is clear. âi have a deep connection with music too, you know.â your eyes lock onto getoâs, a challenge blazing in your gaze. âjust because i donât act like iâve lived through a hundred lifetimes of despair doesnât mean i canât understand depth.â
getoâs smirk doesnât falter; if anything, it grows. he leans back, tilting his head slightly, the cigarette dangling between his fingers as he studies you with feigned curiosity. âis that so?â he drawls, looking entirely unconvinced.
you ignore him, turning to choso, whoâs still grinning like heâs just heard the best joke of his life. âand by the way, my music taste is nothing like a high school pep rally. just because i donât sit around and strum sad songs doesnât mean i donât know good music when i hear it.â
choso chuckles, shrugging one shoulder as he casually strums another lazy chord on his guitar. âright. suuuure, princess,â he says, the endearment clearly meant to rile you up more.
you take a breath, hands curling into fists at your sides. âif anyone here is all talk, itâs the two of you. maybe if you actually spent half as much time doing the work instead of pretending to be these misunderstood, tragic geniuses, weâd actually finish this project.â
geto and choso share another amused look, enjoying how easily they can get under your skin. geto takes another drag of his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke as he smirks at your fiery response. âcute speech,â he drawls, his voice dripping with condescension. âbut forgive me if i donât quite believe it. you think you understand depth just because you listen to some shallow pop songs and think theyâre deep?â
choso chuckles again, clearly enjoying the spectacle, and continues to idly play his guitar with his signature smirk.
geto lets out a low chuckle, leaning forward with an exaggerated sigh. he leans back on one elbow, cigarette balanced between his fingers. âyouâve got us all figured out, donât you? weâre just two dark, brooding souls living tragically deep, tortured lives. and youâre just⊠what? some bright ray of sunshine, here to bring us out of our musical abyss?â
choso chuckles again, still plucking at his guitar as he shares another amused glance with geto. âyeah, how lucky we are. our very own little guardian angel, here to save us from our emo ways,â he responds, clearly finding the situation amusing.
geto nods, taking another drag of his cigarette and blowing a perfect smoke ring into the air. he studies you intently, his gaze almost calculating as he watches for your reaction. âyour enthusiasm is endearing,â he smirks, âbut letâs not pretend that youâre anything more than a naive, hopelessly optimistic girl in a class full of brooding, misunderstood artists.â
you glare at geto, feeling the heat of frustration bubbling beneath your skin as his smirk widens with every word he says. the sight of him leaning back, exhaling another plume of smoke as if he owns the world and everyone in it, makes your blood boil. that condescending drawl, that cocky lookâgod, you hate emo boys.
without thinking, you reach down, grab his bag, and hurl it straight at him. it smacks him square in the chest, and he blinks in surprise, momentarily caught off guard as he catches it before it hits the ground.
âyouâre an asshole, suguru,â you snap, voice sharp as you stand up, glaring at both of them. âi hate you and your stupid, tortured artist act. enjoy your âdepthâ without me.â you turn to leave, gripping your things, determined to escape this room filled with cigarette smoke and smug grins.
geto rolls his eyes, his smirk never faltering as he watches you storm toward the door, clearly amused by your outburst. with a sigh, he stands up, taking his time before following you to the door. âdonât be sooo thin-skinned, sunshine,â he drawls, reaching out to catch your hand, which is already on the doorknob.
you yank your hand back, but heâs faster, his grip firm as he gently pulls your hand away from the door. and before you even realize whatâs happening, he twists the lock, the soft click filling the air.
you narrow your eyes at him, frustration flaring again as he stands behind you, his presence way too close. he still has that damn smirk, looking down at you with a mix of challenge and amusement. his hands move to rest on your upper arms, a touch thatâs surprisingly gentle but keeps you in place. you tense under his grip, but heâs already nudging you backward, guiding you away from the door, back toward the center of the room where choso is still sitting, half-watching the scene unfold as he idly strums his guitar.
âyou know,â geto murmurs, that hint of laughter still in his tone, âmaybe youâre taking all of this a bit too personally. itâs not like we donât appreciate your presence or anything.â heâs leaning in, close enough that his words are more of a soft murmur against your ear.
you huff, rolling your eyes. âoh, sure. you just like having me here to entertain you with my âshallowâ music taste, right?â
geto chuckles, his breath ghosting over your ear in a way that sends a slight shiver down your spine. but you push the feeling away, refusing to let his subtle touch affect you. âhmm, something like that,â he replies, his voice a low murmur. âand your little temper tantrums are so cute.â
you slowly turning your head over your shoulder to give him a glare that could melt steel. the audacity. you arch an eyebrow, letting out a huff. âyouâre a dog, you know that, right?â
but getoâs smirk only deepens, clearly unfazed. he leans in, his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath. âwoof woof,â he murmurs, his voice low and dripping with a mock sultriness that sends a shiver down your spine despite yourself. heâs so close that you can almost feel his smile in that smug tone, knowing full well the effect heâs having on you.
you clench your jaw, trying to ignore the strange flutter that rises in your chest. why did he have to turn everything into a game, a challenge that he somehow always managed to win? your fingers tighten around your things, grounding yourself as you try to shake off the flush threatening to rise to your cheeks.
âugh, seriously?â you mutter, yanking yourself out of his grasp as you step away, putting some much-needed space between you. âcan you be any more insufferable?â
geto just chuckles, taking pleasure in your reaction. heâs clearly enjoying the game of cat and mouse, loving every moment of your frustration. and as you try to step away, his hand snatches the back of your shirt, yanking you back toward him, preventing your escape. he pulls you closer with a fluid motion, bringing you within inches of his smug face.
he leans in, his voice is low and laced with that same hint of mockery. âi can actually be significantly worse. iâm just holding back, princess. you should be grateful.â
choso snickers from his spot on the stage, watching the spectacle with a knowing smirk. heâs seen this song and dance between you and geto countless times, and yet he never gets tired of it. after all, the sight of you and geto at each otherâs throats is always a thrilling one.
geto takes a minu step closer, closing the distance between you two. his grip tightens on the back of your shirt, keeping you in place. âso, what are you going to do now, sunshine? keep huffing and puffing, or are you going to give in?â
you roll your eyes, crossing your arms, but thereâs a faint smile tugging at the corner of your lips. âmaybe i should start carrying a spray bottle for you two,â you snap back, though the playful edge in your voice betrays your amusement.
choso laughs outright, a sharp bark of laughter, while geto chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. âoh, a spray bottle? how original, princess,â geto teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âgo ahead. i could use a good misting.â he takes another step closer, the heat of his body nearly close enough to touch yours. his grip on your shirt is still firm, but you can feel his fingers tracing small circles on the fabric, a subtle display of possessiveness.
choso chuckles as he strums out another chord on his guitar. âyeah, weâre not kittens you can just spray with water,â he remarks. âbut we might respond to treats.â you roll your eyes, scoffing at chosoâs words. âas if iâd give you two anything resembling a treat. you donât do anything that deserves one,â you mutter, voice dripping with sarcasm.
geto smirks, clearly enjoying your reaction, and inches even closer, closing the already narrow space between you two. you can feel the fabric of his shirt brushing against your hands, which youâve instinctively placed on his chest to push him back, but he doesnât seem inclined to give you the space you need. instead, he just leans in further, his gaze unwavering and challenging as his fingers continue to lightly trace along the hem of your shirt, a subtle, infuriating reminder that heâs got you exactly where he wants you.
chosoâs smirk deepens as he lifts his hand, extending his middle and ring fingers in a subtle, teasing wiggle that makes your cheeks burn instantly. âoh, i can do plenty that deserves a treat,â he murmurs, his voice carrying just the right mix of mischief and challenge, the playful gleam in his eyes only adding to his boldness.
your face flushes as you glare at him, momentarily stunned by his audacity. âpervert,â you snap, rolling your eyes in an attempt to cover up the blush creeping up your face. geto chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction, and leans even closer, his breath warm against your skin as he adds, âoh, i think we hit a nerve there, didnât we, sunshine?â
you turn your glare back at him, trying to shake off the heat thatâs already spreading across your face. âmaybe if you two idiots put half as much effort into this project as you do into annoying me, weâd actually be done by now.â
geto snickers, unfazed by your insults. âoh sweetheart, where would the fun be in that?â he retorts, his voice dripping with mockery. âand honestly, annoying you might be more enjoyable than your whole music taste.â
choso chuckles from his spot on the stage, clearly enjoying the back and forth as he idly strums out a lazy chord on his guitar. âcome on, admit it. you love the attention,â he teases with a knowing smirk. âhow else would we keep you from fleeing the room?â
getoâs eyes glint with a devilish spark as he draws out the word, âbutâŠâ letting the silence stretch just long enough to make you tense up in anticipation. before you can even fully register his intentions, he wraps an arm around your waist, effortlessly lifting you off your feet, his strength catching you off guard. instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist to steady yourself, a surprised gasp escaping your lips.
âif youâre so eager for us to work on this project,â he murmurs, that familiar teasing tone laced with something deeper, âthen i suppose we should oblige you.â
choso watches with a smirk, setting his guitar aside and leaning back on his hands, clearly entertained. he shifts slightly as geto carries you over to him, his gaze lazily tracing the scene as though itâs all some amusing game.
before you know it, geto lays you down, your head coming to rest on chosoâs thigh, his fingers instantly playing with a strand of your hair while he looks down at you with a knowing grin. geto settles between your legs, his eyes alight with mischief as he leans closer, his weight pressing against you just enough to pin you there.
your eyes widen, heart pounding as you squirm, trying to push him away and hit his shoulder. âsuguru, get off!â you snap, your voice sharper than you intended, but he only chuckles, entirely unfazed.
getoâs smirk only widens, clearly enjoying your flustered attempt to escape. as you try to push him away, he effortlessly catches your wrists, pinning them above your head, his body still pressed against yours, effectively trapping you.
he leans in, his breath hot against you as he speaks, his voice a low, amused murmur. âeasy, princess. weâre just working on the project, remember?â choso chuckles from above, his fingers still idly toying with your hair as he looks down at you, clearly enjoying this moment. âyeah, relax. weâre actually going to be productive for once,â he teases, a smirk on his lips.
getoâs grip tightens on your wrists as he shifts his weight, settling himself more comfortably into the space between your legs. heâs so close that you can feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of cigarettes and something more distinctly him filling your senses. he leans in closer, his lips hovering just above your ear, his voice a low murmur. âor are you finally starting to enjoy this?â
your cheeks flush a deep red, the warmth spreading down your neck as you try to keep your composure. you look away, biting your lip as you feel your heart pounding in your chest, the sound of it almost deafening in your ears. taking a steadying breath, you clear your throat, desperately trying to suppress any hint of nervousness.
âthis⊠this is not the project,â you murmur, voice barely above a whisper, but you donât pull away. instead, you muster up the courage to meet getoâs gaze, your eyes locking onto his with a mix of defiance and something elseâsomething youâre not quite ready to name.
getoâs smirk deepens at your whispered protest. he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your skin, igniting a shiver down your spine. âsure it is,â he counters, his voice a low rumble, his eyes locked onto yours. âweâre getting acquainted with each otherâs⊠skills, letâs say. itâs an essential part of the creative process.â choso snickers from above, his fingers still moving lazily through your hair. âyeah, consider it a team-building exercise,â he adds, his voice dripping with amusement.
your gaze locks onto getoâs, the challenge in your eyes unmistakable. you tilt your head slightly, defiant and intrigued all at once, a smirk pulling at your lips. âyeah?â you murmur, voice barely above a whisper. âand just what kind of skills are we talking about?â
getoâs smirk widens, clearly delighted by your question. he leans even closer, his lips ghosting over yours, almost but not quite touching. âwell,â he murmurs, his voice a tantalizing murmur that sends a shiver down your spine, âthe kind of skills that⊠require hands-on experience.â
choso chuckles softly above you, his hand in your hair, fingers curling lightly around a strand. âyouâre in good hands, donât worry,â he teases, his tone both playful and reassuring. âweâre professionals, after all.â you roll your eyes at the both of them, your heart racing despite your best efforts to stay composed. âoh? you do?â you mutter, though the way your voice wavers slightly betrays your flustered state.
getoâs smirk turns almost devilish as he notices the slight waver in your voice, feeling your resistance beginning to crumble. he shifts his body, pressing himself even closer against you, his hands still holding your wrists captive above your head.
âoh, we do,â he affirms, a note of confidence edging into his voice. âweâve got plenty of⊠relevant experience.â choso chuckles softly, his fingers continuing to toy idly with your hair. âand weâre more than happy to give you a⊠hands-on demonstration,â he adds, his tone teasing.
a rush of heat floods your cheeks, but you donât dare look away, meeting getoâs gaze head-on, even with your heart pounding so fiercely that he can feel the pulse beneath his fingers. you swallow, your defiance giving way to something more vulnerable, more curious.
âlike what?â you whisper, barely audible, but he catches every word. the smirk on his face shifts, deepening into something darker, a spark of satisfaction flaring in his eyes at your words, the smirk on his face turns almost predatory.
chosoâs hand continues to toy idly with your hair, watching the scene unfold. a soft chuckle escapes his lips as he witnesses the undeniable tension between the two of you, clearly enjoying the show.
geto leans in even closer, his breath hot against your skin, his eyes locking onto yours as you speak. âlike this.â he moves suddenly, pressing his lips against yours in a firm, possessive kiss, his grip on your wrists tightening just enough to make you gasp against his mouth.
the kiss is demanding, almost possessive, like heâs staking his claim on you at that very moment. his tongue brushes lightly over your bottom lip, a silent request for entry, but doesnât give you a chance to respond before his tongue pushes into your mouth, claiming it.
as geto kisses you, his lips move against yours with a mixture of rough possessiveness and subtle tenderness, the contrast making your head spin. he doesnât give you any room to pull away, his body still pinning you firmly in place, his hands still holding your wrists captive above your head. itâs dominant, overwhelming, and you find yourself melting into the kiss without even realizing it.
when he eventually breaks away for air, his eyes scan your face, taking note of your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. he smirks, noticing the way youâve already lost some of your resistance.
you stare up at him, wide-eyed and breathless, struggling to steady your racing heart as you feel the lingering warmth of his lips on yours. your cheeks are flushed, and the remnants of the kissâsoft, glistening traces of shared heatâcling to your lips, a tangible reminder of the closeness that had just taken place.
getoâs smirk only widens as he takes in your expression, clearly pleased with the effect heâs had on you. he shifts, letting one of his hands trail down, grazing your cheek in a teasing, feather-light touch. âwhatâs the matter?â he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. âcat got your tongue?â
you open your mouth to say something, anything, but the words catch in your throat, leaving you speechless. all you can do is glare at him, though the intensity is softened by the dazed look in your eyes.
getoâs smirk only deepens at your lack of response, clearly enjoying the power he has over you in that moment. he leans in closer, his hand tracing a path down your neck, his touch light and tantalizing. âtsk, tsk,â he murmurs between chuckles. âno cutting remarks? no snarky comeback?â
he leans down, his lips hovering just above your ear as he murmurs, âor are you just too distracted by my⊠skills?â
ân-no,â you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper, betraying the mess of emotions tumbling around inside you. your gaze flickers from getoâs amused smirk to chosoâs lazy, knowing grin, and you quickly lick your lower lip, still tasting the faint remnants of getoâs kiss.
choso leans over you, a sly grin on his lips, clearly amused by how flustered youâve become. âseems like weâve finally managed to render her speechless,â he teases, his voice laced with amusement. you swallow, trying to regain even a fraction of your composure, but the feeling of getoâs lips lingering on yours keeps replaying in your mind, muddling every sharp retort you want to throw at him.
âi donâtââ you start, desperately trying to sound defiant, but the slight quiver in your voice gives you away. âi donât...â the words come out weaker than you intended, and even you can feel the doubt behind them.
you hate emo boys, right?
choso chuckles, clearly amused at your feeble attempt to hold onto your usual defiant attitude. he continues to toy with your hair, his fingers gently twirling strands around them as he leans back against the stage.
geto, on the other hand, takes your attempt as a challenge, his smirk widening into a sly grin. he tightens his grip on your wrists, pinning you even more firmly against his body. âoh, really?â he murmurs, his voice dripping with mockery. âyou donât what, princess?â
you frown, finally managing to push geto back just enough to sit up, shaking your wrists free from his hold. âyouâre so damn annoying,â you mutter, trying to sound resolute, though your heart is still racing, and your cheeks are still warm.
but before you can even think of standing, chosoâs hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you backward with a gentle yet firm pull. you lose your balance, falling back into his lap, your back pressing against his chest as his arms settle around you, keeping you securely in place.
ânow, now,â he whispers, his voice low and smooth, right next to your ear, âwe havenât finished with the hands-on learning session.â his fingers trace slow, lazy circles on your arm, and you can feel the rumble of his chuckle against your back.
geto watches with a pleased smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement as he leans back, clearly entertained by the shift in control. âsee, princess? you keep acting all tough, but youâre right where we want you,â he teases, folding his arms and tilting his head as he watches you, enjoying every flustered reaction.
your face burns, but despite the urge to throw out a sharp comeback, your mind goes blank with the feeling of chosoâs closeness, his steady presence both soothing and entirely overwhelming.
your breath catches as chosoâs arm slides around your waist, pulling you even closer against his chest. his touch is gentle yet firm, grounding you in place, and thereâs no escaping the warmth of his body pressed against yours. when his chin settles on your shoulder, you can feel the soft scrape of his stubble against your skin, a contrast to the smoothness of his voice as he whispers.
âyou keep resisting,â he murmurs, his voice teasing and warm against your ear, âbut maybe thatâs because we havenât given you a proper, hands-on demonstration yet.â
his other hand glides over yours, fingers lacing together as he leans in, his breath tickling the sensitive skin along your jawline before running his fingers over your clothed breast, feeling the lace material over your shirt. geto, watching your reaction with that same devilish smirk, steps in closer, his presence filling any space left, his gaze sharp and intense.
with you pinned between the two of them, thereâs no escaping their touch or their relentless teasing. chosoâs hand, so maddeningly close to bare skin, moves confidently over your shirt, while geto leans in even closer, his smirk growing wider as he takes in the flushed look on your face.
he reaches up, lazily trailing his fingers down your cheek, his touch sending tingles down your spine. âor maybe,â he murmurs, âyouâre just not ready to admit how much youâre enjoying this.â
âshut up,â you mumble, squirming uncomfortably under their combined gazes. your cheeks burn hotter than ever, and itâs hard to focus on anything other than the sensation of chosoâs fingers dancing dangerously close and getoâs intoxicating proximity.
you try to pull away, to put some distance between yourself and the two men who seem intent on breaking down your walls, but choso only tighten his hold, making escape nearly impossible. âlet me go,â you demand, your voice shaky, but whether from anger or arousal, youâre not sure.
âwhat fun would that be?â geto retorts, crossing his arms over his chest. his smirk doesnât falter, and if anything, it grows more pronounced as he watches you struggle in vain against chosoâs grip.
choso, meanwhile, seems content to let geto handle most of the verbal sparring, focusing instead on the task at hand. his fingers continue their tortuous path over the fabric of your shirt, tracing the outline of your breasts through the thin material. his touch is light, teasing, but the effect is undeniable.
the room may be empty, but it feels like the walls are closing in, the heat between the three of you nearly palpable. you swallow hard, struggling to maintain your composure as chosoâs fingers brush tantalizingly close to your nipples. you bite your lip, a soft whimper escaping your throat as getoâs smirk deepens.
âwe should do our project instead... instead of this,â you stammer, trying to muster some semblance of defiance, even though your body betrays you with each passing second. your heart pounds in your chest, your breaths coming quicker as the tension in the room rises.
geto scoffs, rolling his eyes at your suggestion. âwho said anything about stopping?â he drawls, shifting slightly in his seat to give himself a better view of your predicament. his dark eyes sparkle with mischief, and his grin widens even further, revealing his white teeth.
choso chuckles softly, leaning in until his lips brush against your ear. âthis is a part of our project, no?â he purrs, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin. his fingers finally dip beneath your shirt, finding your hardened nipple through your bra and pinching it gently, eliciting a gasp from you.
geto watches, his smirking eyes never leaving yours as choso continues his torment, his own hands moving freely now that youâre effectively trapped between them. with nowhere else to turn, you grit your teeth and glare at geto, even as chosoâs fingers continue their wicked exploration. âi swear,â you seethe, âif you donât stopââ
âand what would you do?â geto interrupts, raising an eyebrow in challenge. he leans in closer, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin as he gets a whiff of your scent. âbecause iâm not seeing much resistance here.â
before you can come up with a retort, chosoâs hand snakes its way around your waist, his thumb brushing against your belly button. he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. ârelax, princess,â he coos, his voice dropping to a low purr. âitâs just sex.â
you wince as chosoâs thumb brushes against your exposed flesh, a shudder running through your body at his words. you clench your fists, biting your lip to keep from moaning aloud. ât-thatâs not true!â you protest weakly, though your body tells a different story. your cheeks flush darker, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as the heat between the three of you intensifies. god, you hate emo boys so much!
geto barks out a laugh at your weak protests, shaking his head in amusement. âoh please, spare us the indignation act. we all know youâre loving every second of this.â choso hums in agreement, his fingers trailing lower, dipping teasingly below the waistband of your skirt. âyour body is far more honest than your mouth,â he murmurs, nipping lightly at your earlobe.
geto shifts closer, one hand coming up to cup your jaw, forcing you to meet his heated gaze. âwhy fight it? we both know where this is heading. might as well enjoy the ride, hmm?â his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, a clear invitation. behind you, choso presses closer, the evidence of his arousal evident against your backside as his hands roam your curves possessively.
geto merely laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. âdenial isnât a very attractive trait, love,â he teases, reaching out to run a finger along your arm. the sensation sends sparks shooting up your skin, and you canât help but flinch.
choso grins devilishly, taking advantage of your reaction. he slips his hand lower, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip before dipping beneath the hem of your skirt. his touch is feather-light, teasing, yet filled with promise. his hand slides lower to tease the edge of your panties. his fingers ghost along the delicate fabric, making you jump in surprise. âso tense,â he murmurs, his tone dripping with false sympathy. âlet us help you relax. this is a part of the project, we promise. gonna show you how to used your fingers for guitar.â
geto chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with wicked amusement. âthatâs right, princess. weâre just giving you a private lesson,â he purrs, his voice low and seductive. âall part of the creative process.â he leans in closer, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers, âbut i think we can teach you something far more... practical.â
choso hums in agreement, his fingers still teasing along the edge of your panties. âindeed. music theory is important, but sometimes...â his hand suddenly cups your mound, applying firm pressure. â...hands-on experience is necessary for real growth.â
geto smirks, his hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. âwhat do you say, love? ready to expand your horizons and learn a new instrument?â his other hand trails down your side, fingertips grazing the side of your breast.
whimpers and squirms, you inhale sharply as chosoâs hand boldly cups your most intimate area, his touch sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through your body. your hips jerking involuntarily into his touch. a needy whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it, your resolve crumbling under their relentless assault. getoâs fingers in your hair and teasing caress along your breast make it hard to think straight.
âi... i donât...â you stammer, but your body betrays your true desires. your thighs tremble, pressing together as if seeking friction, and your nipples strain against the confines of your bra, begging for attention. âthatâ thatâs not,â you protest weakly, even as your body betrays you, arching slightly into their touches. your face burns with humiliation and shameful arousal. âexpand your horizon, my ass.â
getoâs fingers in your hair send tingles down your spine, and when he grazes the side of your breast, you canât suppress the shudder that runs through you. âfuck,â you breathe, hating how weak you sound.
despite your feeble objections, you make no real effort to push them away or escape their groping hands. the heat building between your thighs grows harder to ignore with each passing second. geto grins wickedly, clearly reveling in your flustered state and half-hearted resistance.
choso chuckles darkly, his fingers continuing their maddening exploration. he hooks a finger in the side of your panties, tugging them down just slightly. âsee? nothing to worry about. just sit back and enjoy the music,â he murmurs, his hot breath fanning across your neck.
geto leans in, his lips barely brushing against your ear. âunless youâd prefer to take the lead? show us what those talented fingers of yours can really do?â he suggests, his tone laced with challenge and desire.
choso grins wickedly, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your panties to stroke your slick folds. âmy my, someoneâs already so wet,â he purrs, his voice a low rumble in your ear. âand here i thought you were resisting.â geto chuckles darkly, his hand tightening slightly in your hair. âresistance is futile, princess. your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is playing catch-up.â
he leans in, his tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear before he nibbles on the lobe. âwhat was that about expanding your horizons again, princess?â he taunts, his other hand boldly cupping your breast, kneading the soft flesh. âseems to me like youâre already getting a crash course in advanced techniques.â
he leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing any further protests. his tongue delves into your mouth, claiming you thoroughly as chosoâs fingers begin to circle your clit with maddeningly light touches.
you moan into the kiss, your lips parting willingly as geto plunders your mouth. your tongue tangles with his, the taste of him both foreign and intoxicating. you find yourself kissing him back with growing fervor, your reservations melting away under the onslaught of sensation.
chosoâs fingers work magic on your sensitive bud, circling and teasing until your hips are bucking shamelessly against his hand, chasing more of that delicious friction. wetness coats his digits as he easily glides through your slick folds, stroking along your entrance.
âahh... fuck...â you gasp as geto breaks the kiss, leaving you panting and dizzy with need. your head falls back against chosoâs shoulder, exposing the column of your throat.
geto smirks against your lips, clearly relishing your wanton response. âthatâs it, princess. let go,â he encourages huskily, his hand sliding down to join chosoâs between your thighs. together, they work in tandem, getoâs fingers joining chosoâs to tease and explore your most intimate places.
âfeel that?â choso murmurs, his fingers curling inside you, stroking along your inner walls. âthis is just like playing a string instrument. you have to be precise, know exactly where to touch...â he demonstrates by finding that special spot deep inside, rubbing firmly. at the same time, getoâs thumb finds your clit, circling the sensitive nub in tight, fast circles.
âmmm, and youâve got to vary your rhythm,â geto adds, his voice a sinful purr.
behind you, choso takes advantage of your exposed throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. his fingers never cease their ministrations, now two digits sinking knuckle-deep inside your tight heat. he curls them just so, rubbing against that same special spot within you. âhow about that, baby?â he murmurs, his voice a sinful rasp against your ear. âthis is called the g-spot. itâs the key to creating the most beautiful melodies.â
a loud, shameless moan tears from your throat as choso hits that perfect spot inside you, his fingers curling just right. your back arches, pressing your breasts more fully into getoâs palm as he kneads the soft mounds.
âoh godâ thaaatâsâ shit!â you keen, your hips rolling shamelessly against their skilled hands. the dual stimulation of chosoâs fingers pumping in and out of your dripping cunt and getoâs thumb circling your clit has you seeing stars. your inner muscles flutter and clench around the invading digits, trying to draw them deeper.
geto chuckles darkly, the vibrations rumbling through his chest pressed against your side. âlisten to those pretty sounds youâre making,â he purrs, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. âlike a symphony of pleasure.â
âindeed,â choso agrees, his own voice thick with lust. âsheâs quite the instrument.â he increases the pace of his thrusts, fingers pistoning in and out of your soaked pussy with increasing urgency. âletâs see how high she can sing.â
geto redoubles his efforts as well, his thumb working overtime on your throbbing clit while he tweaks and teases your nipples. âcome on, baby girl,â he coaxes, his breath hot against your ear. âgive us that sweet release. let the music move you.â
the dual assault proves too much, your climax cresting like a tidal wave. a strangled cry rips from your throat as your body seizes up, back bowing as ecstasy crashes over you. choso and geto continue to work you through it, coaxing out every last tremor and spasm.
your entire world narrows to the intense sensations coursing through your body as you come undone. waves of pleasure radiate outward from your core, leaving you quivering and gasping for air. âahh! oh fuuuck...â you wail, your voice raw and desperate as your orgasm rips through you. your inner walls clench rhythmically around chosoâs plunging fingers, milking them for all theyâre worth.
choso grins wickedly, his fingers picking up speed, plunging in and out of your sopping wet cunt. âthatâs it, baby. let me hear that sweet music,â he growls, his thumb coming up to rub tight circles on your clit.
through the haze of bliss, you dimly register getoâs triumphant grin against your cheek, his praise and encouragement spurring you onward. even as the aftershocks slowly ebb, choso and geto keep you suspended on that razorâs edge, prolonging your pleasure until youâre a boneless, spent mess in their arms. when the final tremors subside, you collapse against choso, panting heavily.
choso holds you close, his strong arms cradling your trembling form as you struggle to catch your breath. âexquisite,â he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. âa true masterpiece.â
geto, in front of you, watching you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. ânot bad for a beginner lesson,â he remarks, his gaze roving over your flushed, disheveled state. he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. âbut weâre far from finished. there are still so many notes left to play, so many melodies yet to compose.â his hand trails down your spine, tracing the curve of your lower back before settling on your hip.
choso chuckles, his fingers still buried inside you, gently stirring your sensitive insides. âletâs see how well our little protĂ©gĂ©e handles some more...advanced techniques.â he leans in, biting and sucking at your neck, determined to leave marks of possession. his free hand slides down to grip your hip, holding you steady.
without warning, geto captures your lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue, swallowing your desperate moans. behind you, choso scissors his fingers, stretching you wider, preparing you for something bigger. âbrace yourself, princess,â geto growls against your mouth, his tongue delving deep to claim yours in a ruthless kiss. his other hand snakes around to cup your breast once again, squeezing the soft flesh roughly as he bites down on your bottom lip.
choso continues to work his fingers in and out of your stretched opening, scissoring and curling to hit all the right spots. âready for the next piece?â he asks, his voice a low, seductive purr. âweâre going to add some strings to really make her sing.â
your mind reels from the overwhelming sensations, struggling to process the torrent of pleasure coursing through your veins. the feeling of being stretched and filled by chosoâs fingers is almost unbearable, your body acutely aware of every subtle shift and movement.
geto pulls back from the kiss, his chest heaving with desire. âthatâs right, letâs give her a full orchestra,â he agrees, his eyes blazing with hunger. âiâm thinking a nice, thick violin for her ass...â
when geto claims your mouth in a brutal kiss, you melt into it, surrendering to the dominant passion he exudes. his hand on your breast sends jolts of electricity straight to your core, making you ache for more.
you whimper against his lips, lost in the haze of lust. the thought of geto taking you from behind, filling you with his thick cock, has you squirming in anticipation. as if reading your mind, choso withdraws his fingers with a lewd pop, leaving you empty and wanting. he smirks down at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
they help you stand, with a shared look of carnal intent, both men begin shedding their clothing, revealing lean, muscular bodies honed from years of intense training. their cocks spring free, hard and proud, already leaking precum in anticipation.
geto lean closer, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly peels away his shirt, exposing his chiseled chest and abs. âtime to put that ass of yours to good use, princess,â he purrs, his cock bobbing with each step.
choso follows suit, stripping off his garments with deliberate slowness, his gaze never leaving your body. âweâre going to fill you up so completely, you wonât know where one of us ends and the other begins,â he promises, his voice dripping with sensual promise. together, they guide you to the couch across the music room before peeling the clothes and skirt off your body.
on the couch, geto grips your hips firmly, guiding you onto his lap so you straddle him facing forward. your bare cunt hovers inches above his rigid cock, the head nudging your slick entrance. choso steps closer, his erection jutting out proudly from his groin, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
âletâs hear that beautiful song again,â choso purrs, reaching down to run his fingers through your folds, coating them in your arousal. he lifts your leg, placing your foot on the armrest beside geto, further exposing your sex to him.
getoâs eyes darken with primal needs as he notches the head of his dick at your entrance. âtime to ride this melody, my sweet,â he rasps, his hands gripping your thighs as he starts to push upward, sinking into your heat inch by delicious inch.
a shuddering gasp escapes your lips as getoâs thick cock slowly impales you, stretching your inner walls to accommodate his impressive size. the sensation of being filled so deeply is intoxicating, your body instinctively clenching around him.
âoh shiiit! âfuck!â you manage to stammer, your head falling back on his shoulder in ecstasy as geto bottoms out inside you. the pressure is exquisite, bordering on pain, but you crave more.
choso watches intently, his own cock twitching with anticipation. âlook at her take it so beautifully,â he comments, his voice laced with awe and desire. âsuch a perfect fit.â geto begins to thrust and you start to rock your hips, setting a slow, sensual rhythm.
chosoâs cockhead brushes against your lips insistently, smearing them with his musky essence. âopen wide, princess,â he coaxes, his voice husky with need. âletâs synchronize our movements and create a truly symphonic experience.â without waiting for any response, he takes advantage of your open mouth, sliding his thick length past your lips. âthatâs it, wrap those pretty lips around my cock,â he encourages, one hand tangling in your hair to guide your movements. âletâs see how well you multitask.â
behind you, getoâs thrusts pick up pace, his hips snapping against your ass as he hilts himself fully inside you with each powerful stroke. the dual stimulation of his thick shaft dragging along your inner walls and chosoâs hardness prodding your mouth has you dizzy with lust.
âfuuuck, she feels incredible,â geto groans, one hand sliding up your torso to palm your breast roughly. he pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure-pain zinging through your nerves.
overwhelmed by the dual assault on your senses, you moan wantonly around chosoâs cock, the vibrations adding an extra layer of sensation. your tongue swirls around his thick shaft as you bob your head, taking him deeper into your throat with each pass.
getoâs relentless thrusts are hitting that special spot inside you dead-on, stoking the fire building in your core. the combination of his cock pounding your g-spot and chosoâs member filling your mouth has you teetering on the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm.
your nails dig into chosoâs thighs as you grind back against him, meeting getoâs thrusts with equal fervor. the obscene slap of skin on skin echoes through the room, mingling with your muffled moans and the creaking of the couch beneath you.
choso grunts in pleasure as your throat constricts around him, your enthusiasm evident in the way you take him so eagerly. âthatâs it, just like that,â he praises breathlessly, his grip on your hair tightening as he starts to shallowly fuck your face. âsuch an obedient little instrument, playing our tune perfectly.â
behind you, getoâs thrusts become erratic, his control slipping as he chases his release. one hand moves from your breast to your clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
geto leans in close, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear as he pants hotly against your skin. âlisten to those slutty sounds youâre making,â he growls, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust that has your vision whiting out momentarily. âyou are doing a good, sunshine, pretty sure we will get an A+ for this project.â
the dual stimulation proves too much to bear. with a keening cry muffled by chosoâs cock, âgonna cum. . . hng! cumââ, your body trembles and quakes as the coil of tension in your lower belly winds tighter and tighter, poised to snap at any moment. getoâs skilled fingers on your clit combined with his relentless thrusts prove too much to bear.
with a strangled cry, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. your inner muscles clamp down on getoâs pistoning shaft, rippling along his length as you come undone. the force of your climax has you seeing stars for the second time, your entire being consumed by white-hot ecstasy.
choso groans deeply, the vibrations rumbling through his chest as he feels your throat flutter around him. âfuck yes, milk my cock just like that,â he demands, his hips stuttering as he nears his own peak.
as your body convulses in the throes of your intense orgasm, geto hilts himself deep inside you as your walls spasm around him, grinding against your cervix as he rides out your intense orgasm. âshiiitââ he snarls, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release.
choso buries himself to the hilt in your throat, his cock pulsing as he reaches his breaking point. with a guttural moan, he starts to unload, thick ropes of cum shooting directly down your gullet. âswallow every drop, princess,â he commands breathlessly, his hips rocking shallowly as he empties himself in your mouth.
geto continues to grind against you, drawing out your climax as long as possible. once choso pulls out, they switch position with now you sit on chosoâs lap while geto kneeling on the couch behind you, ass slight in the air and back arched towards choso. ânow, now, your ass need an instrument too, no?â he remarks, the tip of his cock kissing the puckered lips of your ass.
choso smirks at getoâs suggestion, his eyes gleaming with mischief and lust. âmm, i like the way you think,â he purrs, reaching around to spread your ass cheeks wider, exposing your tight rosebud to getoâs hungry gaze. âletâs give our little muse here a full symphony, shall we?â
he leans in, trailing hot kisses along your neck and shoulder as his hands roam your curves possessively. âjust relax, baby,â choso murmurs against your skin, nipping lightly. âweâll make you feel things youâve never felt before.â
geto positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips possessively. the blunt head of his cock pressing insistently against your virgin hole, coated in your mixed fluids. he spits crudely into his palm, using it to slick up his shaft before rubbing the spit-slicked tip around your rim teasingly. ârelax, sunshine,â he murmurs, his thumb massaging small circles on the soft skin of your hips. âlet me in nice and easy.â
with a gentle but persistent pressure, geto starts to sink into your tight heat, his girth stretching you deliciously. choso bucks up slightly, his still-harden cock sliding between your cunt as if seeking friction.
âfuck, youâre so tight,â geto groans low in his throat as he slowly sinks deeper into your tight heat, savoring the exquisite sensation of your velvety walls enveloping him inch by delicious inch. âholy shit, youâre like a vice around my cock,â he grunts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he hilts himself fully inside you with a final, powerful thrust.
choso watches the erotic sight with hooded eyes, his own arousal growing as he feels getoâs cock slide against his through the thin barrier of your pussy wall. he rocks up against you, creating delicious friction. âgoddamn, i can feel every twitch of your greedy little holes," he purrs, his voice rough with desire.
a sharp gasp escapes your lips as you feel getoâs thick length slowly sink into your virgin hole, stretching you in ways you never thought possible. the initial burn quickly gives way to intense, toe-curling pleasure as your body adjusts to the new intrusion.
âoh god, oh fuck,â you moan brokenly, your head falling back against chosoâs shoulder as he peppers your neck with hot kisses and bites. your hands scrabble for purchase on his muscular arms, nails digging into the firm flesh.
the dual sensation of chosoâs hard cock rubbing against your sensitive walls and getoâs thick shaft buried deep in your ass is almost too much to handle. every movement sends shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through your oversensitized body.
geto sets a steady rhythm, his hips snapping against yours as he fucks into your tight heat with increasing intensity. the lewd squelch of lube and your natural lubrication fills the room, mixing with your wanton moans and the creak of the couch beneath you.
choso takes advantage of your distracted state, his hands moving to roughly palm your breasts, tweaking and rolling your nipples between his fingers. he captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he grinds up against you harder.
âthatâs it, take it just like that,â geto growls, one hand took a fistful of your hair as he pounds into you from behind while the other pushing the hard wall, looking for a balance. the added stimulation has your walls clamping down on both their cocks like a silken fist.
lost in a haze of overwhelming pleasure, your body moves on pure instinct, rocking back to meet getoâs powerful thrusts while grinding down onto chosoâs hardness. incoherent moans and pleas spill from your lips, swallowed by chosoâs demanding kisses, arms wrapped around his neck.
the intense dual stimulation has your mind short-circuiting, all thoughts dissolving into a sea of blissful sensation. your inner walls ripple and squeeze around the two hard shafts stretching you so deliciously, as if trying to pull them even deeper.
âjustâ fucking gooood!â you manage to gasp out between kisses, too far gone to care how desperate you sound. âwant... want to feel you everywhere...â your hands clutch at chosoâs shoulders, nails raking down his sweat-slicked skin.
choso breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he gazes down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. âlook at you, so beautiful when youâre fucked silly, completely lost in pleasure,â he rasps, his voice dripping with seduction. âkeep taking what you need, baby girl.â he rolls his hips, grinding his cock against your clit with deliberate intent, sending jolts of electricity through your overstimulated nerves.
geto increases his pace, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room as he slams into your ass with abandon. the couch creaks ominously under the force of his thrusts, but neither of them seems to care about the potential damage.
the combination of getoâs brutal pace and chosoâs calculated stimulation pushes you closer and closer to the edge, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through your veins.
âfuck, your ass was made for my cock,â geto grunts, his grip on your hip tightening. âso damn tight and perfect.â he leans in close, his hot breath fanning across your ear as he whispers filthy promises. âiâm going to fill you up so good, sunshine.â
getoâs words send a shiver down your spine, your entire body tensing as the coil of pleasure within you winds tighter and tighter. choso senses your impending climax, his hands roaming your curves with renewed urgency as he kneads and squeezes, coaxing you higher.
âcome on, princess,â choso coaxes, his voice a low, sultry purr. âgive us what we want. let go and soak us with your sweet cream.â he nibbles at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the delicate skin before soothing the sting with his tongue. getoâs thrusts become erratic, his control slipping as he chases his own release. âshit, shit, shiiit, iâm close,â he warns, his voice strained with effort.
overwhelmed by the relentless assault on your senses, you teeter precariously on the brink of orgasm, every nerve ending alight with electrifying pleasure. getoâs guttural warnings only heighten your anticipation, knowing that his impending climax will trigger your own.
âplease,â you whimper, your voice barely audible over the ragged sounds of your own panting. âwant to come... need to...â chosoâs skilled touch and the tantalizing drag of his cock against your sensitive clit prove to be the final push, sending you hurtling over the edge into ecstasy. your inner walls clamp down like your life depends around both cocks, milking them for all theyâre worth as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes through you.
geto lets out a hoarse roar as your tight ass squeezes him mercilessly, your spasming walls trigger his own release. his own climax barreling down on him like a freight train. with a few more powerful thrusts, he buries himself to the hilt and stills, his cock pulsating as he unleashes a torrent of hot seed deep inside you, he floods your ass with jet after jet of hot cum. âoh, shitâ fuck, naughty girl,â he bellows, his hips jerking erratically as he empties himself deep inside you.
choso follows suit moments later, his own orgasm ripping through him with the force of a tidal wave. ââm coming!â he snarls, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he grinds against you with desperate urgency. his cock twitches and spurts, painting your insides with his scorching seed.
the three of you collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests, the aftermath of your shared climax leaving you boneless and sated.
as the aftershocks of your orgasms fade, geto carefully pulls out of your ass, a small amount of cum leaking out and trailing down your thigh. he smirks down at you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. âwell, that was a hell of a private lesson,â he says, giving your plump rear a gentle pat before rising to his feet.
choso, still nestled against you, lazily strokes your side, his touch warm and comforting. âweâve definitely got a special grade now,â he muses, a note of possessiveness creeping into his tone. geto chuckles, moving to sit beside you both on the couch. âdefinitely,â he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a tender gesture that belies his earlier roughness.
after everything, reality hits you. youâve always sworn up and down that you hate emo boys, yet here you are, caught in an intimate moment with the two of them. now, youâre on the other side of the music room, hurriedly putting your clothes back on, feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment. you refuse to meet their eyes, sulking as you keep your back to them, still stealing a glare over your shoulder every now and then.
geto and choso just exchange an amused look, clearly unbothered by your attempt to distance yourself. theyâre still lazily getting dressed, each of them watching you with a smirk, fully aware of the effect theyâve had on you.
geto smirks deepen as he continues watches you from across the room, clearly amused by the icy glares youâre shooting his way. he leans casually sits on the couch armrestâ arms crossed, the smug look on his face telling you heâs entirely unbothered by your attempt to ignore them. beside him, choso chuckles, running a hand through his hair as he pulls his shirt back on, clearly sharing in the satisfaction of riling you up.
âoh, come on, princess,â geto drawls, his voice dripping with amusement. âdonât act like you didnât enjoy every second of it.â
choso grins, tilting his head as he watches you adjust your shirt, still refusing to look at them. âyeah, donât be such a sore loser,â he teases, his tone light but with that familiar hint of mischief. âyouâre the one who kept us in check, remember? itâs not our fault you had fun.â
you shoot them both a final glare, cheeks still hot as you mutter, âi hate emo boys,â as if trying to convince yourself more than them. but they can see through it, both of them chuckling at your attempt to regain control.
geto and choso exchange another amused glance, knowing all too well that your muttered remark was more for your own benefit than theirs. theyâre amused by your stubbornness, your desperate attempts to cling to control, even after theyâve seen the flushed look in your eyes, the way your body responds to their touch.
choso tugs his shirt fully on, his eyes roving over you as he takes in your disheveled state. âsure, princess,â he teases, his voice dripping with irony. âwe totally believe you.â
geto pushes himself off the armrest, sauntering closer to you with a slow, confident swagger. he comes to a stop in front of you, his smirk widening as he looks down at you in mock sympathy. âoh, you poor thing. you must be so flustered and confused.â
he reaches out, lightly tracing a finger along the edge of your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. âitâs okay,â he murmurs, his voice soft but mocking. âitâs normal to have conflicting emotions.â
you slap his hand away, a scowl firmly set on your face. âfuck off,â you snap, voice dripping with annoyance. geto just chuckles, clearly unphased, his smirk only widening as he steps back with that same infuriating calm.
âsuch hostility,â he teases, mockingly clutching his chest as if wounded. âand here i thought we were bonding.â you roll your eyes and turn your back to him, muttering under your breath about how annoying he is. meanwhile, choso, still lounging nearby, watches with a grin, clearly amused by the banter.
getoâs smirk only grows wider at your scowl and sharp retort. he steps back, arms raised in a gesture of mock surrender, though his eyes are still filled with that same mocking glee. âoh, princess, you really are so spirited.â
he glances over to choso, whoâs still watching with undisguised amusement. âyou really do know how to pick âem,â he mutters, chuckling. choso grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âyep,â he agrees. âsheâs definitely a handful. but thatâs part of the fun, isnât it?â
you gasp in mock offense, turning to face geto fully. your backhand thumps against his chest, a playful but firm push, and your eyes narrow with feigned indignation. âpick me? what am i, a stray?â you ask, your voice teasing, lips curled into a pout as you look up at him with exaggerated shock.
geto simply rolls his eyes at your dramatic response, unfazed. he bends down, grabbing his bag from the floor with a lazy motion, effortlessly slinging it over one shoulder. his eyes gleam with amusement as he drapes his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, his body warmth pressing against yours. âletâs go get you some ice cream,ïżœïżœïżœ he says, his voice smooth, dripping with playful sarcasm. his smirk only deepens as he adds, âmaybe itâll cool those anger issues of yours.â
you feel the weight of his arm around you, the proximity of his body stirring something familiar in you, but you don't let it show. choso, whoâs been silently watching this little exchange with his usual mischievous grin, lets out a low chuckle. âyeah, ice creamâs on him for calling you a stray,â he teases, his voice light and playful as he steps up beside you, giving you a wink that makes your stomach flip.
as you start walking, you feel the tension of the earlier moments dissipate, replaced by the lighthearted banter between the three of you. despite your irritation, thereâs a sense of warmth that settles in, and you canât help but feel an odd mix of affection and frustration toward the two of them.
maybe, these emo boys arenât as terrible as you thought.
#suki.â#geto x reader#choso x reader#geto smut#choso smut#geto x y/n#geto x you#choso x you#choso x y/n#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen imagine#jjk smut#geto suguru x reader#jjk x reader smut#anime smut#choso kamo smut#geto suguru smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#choso kamo#geto suguru
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DPxDC Danny the Guy Who Won't Die
He lives in Gotham, and he is just A Guy. Nothing weird about him, he's just there to study/work/help Lady Gotham to lift her curse/on vacation with Sam. Point is, he is not there to cause trouble and there's no GIW on his tail. Just a dude living his (after)life.
And Gotham, being Gotham, still finds a way to be annoying. There are mugging attempts, robbery, Rogues running around. Only Danny really doesn't want to deal with any of it.
Now there's a dilemma. If he uses his powers to fight, it will sooner or later come to Bats' attention. And if he fights as a human, it will also alert some of the Bats since he doesn't really do a great job at keeping his power levels low. Not to mention the fact he is really not enthusiastic about accidentally punching someone hard enough he sends them to a hospital.
What does he do instead? He pulls the 'I guess I'll die' act.
So every time he is attacked, he just plays dead. The mugger shot him in the chest? He falls down and stops breathing. Caught up in the middle of a Poison Ivy attack? Skewers himself on the vine and goes lax. Scarecrow's Fear Gas? Very dramatically chokes himself and plays a corpse. He makes sure to disappear before any ambulances arrive later, and it all goes well for a few months - he is just a casualty, who cares, really - until one day, he runs into that same mugger who shot him in the chest a while ago.
The man does a double take. Danny doesn't notice - he's been mugged so many times, who has the brain capacity to remember all of those fuckers. But the rumor goes out anyway.
A guy-who-won't-die. It's more of a city legend, really, and the Bats don't give it much thought since, well, it sounds stupid and not very important. A rumor of some man who was shot dead and then showed up like nothing happened? Yeah, it's probably because the mugger didn't check if he was actually dead. That happens. Maybe it wasn't even the same man, Gotham is a big city. If anything, hey, at least that was one less casualty? That's a good thing.
That is, until one day, they show up to Joker's hostage situation and witness the clown screaming at one of the hostages. He is so enraged he is shaking, spit flying out of his mouth, and, contrary to the usual Joker's evil sneers and maniacal laughter, he seems just... furious. But, like, the normal-human-level furious. The 'I just lost the last ounce of patience with you' furious.
"Don't you look away from me, you think I don't remember you?! Na-ah, I do. You were the one I drowned in the shark tank last week! And you were the one run through the chainsaw trap two weeks before that! And you were in the guillotine!!! I saw your fucking head get deattached from your body, how the fuck are you here again?!"
And the guy he is screaming at just looks at him, confused and incomprehensive.
"Um, I'm pretty sure I'd remember getting my head cut off, you know? So, err, wrong guy."
"Wrong guy my fucking ass-"
Joker is so distracted by his screaming match that it makes it almost too easy for the Bats to fight him down and drag to Arkham. Yet, a few of them get just a bit suspicious.
Now, imagine all the shenanigans when they try keeping a watch on Danny the Won't Die Guy.
#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#batman#joker#danny refuses to die#not again#at least this time he gets to make it funny#the bats are mostly confused#is he a meta?#but what kind of meta just... cant die?#what?#cork writes#cork prompts#just silly thoughts
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of fucking course simon riley has your location on. he needs to make sure you're safe. likes to keeps tabs on you. he says heâs completely normal about it, but that is a lie--he obsessively checks it.
and he knows all your common locations: your apartment, your friendâs place, the grocery store, the target you like to go to. so when he sees you at a random address one evening, your little marker on the map not moving,--meaning youâre not just driving past--he raises a brow. he immediately texts you. and when you donât respond, heâs calling you.
and when you donât answer⊠heâs in his truck faster than he thought he could move, beelining it straight for your mysterious location.
and when he pulls up in front of someoneâs house, watching as you walk out the front door, laughing at something the man trailing you says, heâs furious. he was worried you might have been hurt. in a sticky situation. but cheating on him didnât even cross his mind.
he storms out of the truck and you look at him with a gasp. âsimon? whatâre you doingâ?â
âwho the fuck is that?â he demands, gesturing to the guy behind you.
âsimonâŠâ you say exasperated. âi told you yesterday I was meeting up with friends to plan her bachelorette party.â
his eyes soften slightly, but heâs still reaching for you, hands wrapping around your arms. âdoesnât answer my question.â
âthis is her childhood friend.â he glares over your shoulder at him, like he doesnât believe you. like he wants to kill him. âher gay childhood friend.â you add, hands on your hips, a little annoyed heâd embarrass you like this.
when he hauls you into his truck, he takes a few beats before he apologizes. âmâsorry, love. you werenât answering your phone and when i saw you at some randomââ he stops mid-sentence as he glances over at you in the passenger seat, expecting you to be glaring at him, ready to tear him a new one. but much to his surprise, youâre taking your shirt off.
âwhatâre you doing?â he asks, his hands tightening on the wheel to stop from reaching over and touching you.
âthat was the hottest thing youâve ever done,â you whisper, a little embarrassed to admit it. but protective simon? the simon who was ready to beat a guy up just for making you laugh? yeah, that turned you on even if it shouldnât.
heâs thankful itâs nighttime so no one driving past can see you topless in his truck. heâs also thankful the roads are rather empty this late on a weekday.
âwait till we get home, yeah?â he asks, his voice strained.
you shake your head. âsimon, please,â you whine. âi canât wait.â
he groans in his throat, knowing your place is only 5 more minutes away. heâs already hardening in his pants, and heâs tempted to pull over and drag you into the back seat. but he doesnât. instead, he reaches his large hand and slides it over your thigh, his eyes on the road as he pushes your skirt up. and you bite your lip, holding back a moan as he rubs you over your underwear. âso fuckinâ wet,â he says astonished.
you buck your hips up and he almost laughs. you werenât kidding, you really couldnât wait. he slips his fingers past your panties and dips them into your heat and you grab the door of the car for support, shutting your eyes. he starts a steady pace, his fingers making obscene sounds as they fuck you. you groan and mewl and simon worries he might not make it home either.
it takes you just about a minute to climax, your heat pulsing rapidly around his two fingers, earning a growl from simon. âfuckinâ hell, love,â he breathes, amazed at how fast and hard you came. loving that it was all because of him.
he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex and heâs storming around to your side, trying to get you to put your shirt back on, desperate to get you inside. he hauls you over his shoulder, his hand resting on your skirt so no one accidentally gets a free show. ânaughtily little thing,â he hums to himself. âcan't wait to properly punish you.â
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#ghost angst#ghost#simon riley#simon riley headcanons#simon ghost riley headcanons#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost mw3#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#simon riley x reader#simon riley smut
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I think so much about how Justin McElroy published an episode where he says faggy and does a fake gay voice and yâall think the GNC man is the homophobe???
#I just think about all the times Travis got dragged for being a biphobe#for saying the most bi-questioning ass things Iâve ever heard on twt#like have yâall never talked to a bisexual man before#Iâm not like speculating sexuality but Iâm saying itâs so normal for men to engage with bisexuality in a haha silly jokey way#that doesnât mean theyâre malicious smh#yeah all the brothers say stupid shit#but if you try to justify finding Travis annoying by making him out to be evil#please rethink your shit#he can just be annoying and weird to you#he doesnât have to be the evil third brother thatâs ruining society because he has bad takes sometimes
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"Toji," you groan, annoyed by him swooping in again to steal, yet another, piece of fruit off your fork. "You said you didn't want any."
"You made it look good, doll. No one should look that good while eating a piece of watermelon. I'm doing you a favor by eating it."
You chuckle, amused by his reasoning. "Doing me a favor... and why do I need this favor?"
"I'm not making myself clear, am I? No one should look that good while eating a piece of watermelon."
You gasp dramatically and pick up your bowl of mixed fruit, moving it away from him. "Let me eat in peace, you horndog." You pick up another piece of fruit, and shove it into your mouth. "Stop watching me," you say, muffled by your mouthful.
"Gonna pounce on you when you're done," he says, his tone so serious that it has your heart racing. You nearly choke on your piece of pineapple, your hand going to your mouth to prevent you from spitting it out. You swallow the fruit and stare at him silently for a few seconds. "Quit delaying the inevitable. Eat up, doll."
He stayed true to his word. The second you finished the last piece of fruit in the bowl, Toji threw you over his shoulder and dragged you with him to the bedroom. He laid you down and immediately made your space, his. He spent so much time on your lips, kissing, sucking, and biting them. He could briefly taste the sweetness that adhered to your lips when the pieces of fruit you had initially made contact with them. He didn't want to stop the kisses, but fuck, the sweetness and your little hums made his aching cock twitch. He needed you so bad.
It was like he was trying to steal your tongue's memory of the fruit's flavor. You couldn't catch your breath with the way his thrusts knocked the wind out of your lungs and his lips relentlessly enveloped yours. You had to turn your head at some point, to get some air and in response to that, he cupped your jaw and faced you back towards him, a smooth "come here, mama," rolling off his tongue before he connected his lips to yours, again.
He swallowed every one of your sounds, hellbent on kissing your lips raw, and when you came, you bit his lip. He was on the brink of busting his load because of the gesture, so you got a little breather while he got himself there. Your break from his lips allowed you to release your breathy moans that eventually simmered down to whimpers when he spilled his load into you.
Once you both caught your breaths and the room was still, he pulled out and lied down beside you, pulling you into his side. You rested your head on his chest and laughed, the bubbly sound luring his gaze onto you.
"What are you laughing about?" He asks, flicking your forehead, the brief furrow of your brows making him grin.
"Gonna put this on the list of things I can't do unless I wanna get dug out by you."
"Mm... that list is pretty long, huh?"
A satisfied, almost dreamy sigh, leaves your lips. "Yeah..."
#toji#fushiguro toji#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen toji#jujutsu toji#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x reader#toji x y/n#fushiguro toji x reader#toji fushiguro x you#toji smut#toji x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen scenarios
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i do love the idea of the wayne kids giving bernard shovel talks about taking care of tim and all that but also give me batfam who are just as protective of bernard as they are of each other.
give me bernard, attending his first wayne gala as tim's significant other. having a suit custom tailored and funded by bruce even if bernard insists it's not necessary because he already has one. arriving at the gala anxious because of course he is, it's a goddamn socialite event, but being protected from every side by the wayne kids even when tim is dragged away.
Socialite: Oh, and who might you be?
Bernard: Oh, um, hi. I'm Bernard Dowd, nice to meet you.
Socialite: Dowd? I've never heard of your family before. Who...?
Bernard: I'm not here with my family, miss, I'm here with my boyfriend.
Socialite: ... Boyfriend?
Bernard: Yeah, I'm here with Tim.
Socialite, frowning: Tim... as in Drake-Wayne? He has a boyfriend?
Dick, coming up next to Bernard: He sure does! Bernard here is practically one of ours now, aren't you? He matters to Timmy, so he matters to us.
Bernard: Dickâ
Dick: C'mon, let's get you back to Timmy. Farewell, Mrs!
Bernard: I could've handled that.
Dick: All the rules that apply to my siblings during galas apply to you too. I'm sure you could've, but you shouldn't have to. I've got your back too, now, yeah?
Bernard: ... Yeah. Thanks, Dick.
Jason, coming up to Bernard at the bar: Not to freak you out, kid, but there's a guy starin' at ya from the other side of the bar. Y'know him or should I encourage him to look away?
Bernard, startled: Huh? (looks around) Oh. No, I don't know him. Why... is he looking at me like that, actually?
Jason, scowling: 'S just how the slimy fuckers at these events are. Can't keep their eyes off anything that's small, young or pretty. Disgusting. I'll deal with himâ where's your annoying other half gone, inferior blondie?
Bernard: Tim? He got pulled away for quote; 'something important' by some lady. He said he'll meet me here after he's done, so I've been waiting.
Jason: Huh. If I see him I'll point him yer way. Hey, don't be 'fraid to ask any of us questions or for help if ya need it. We know the best how daunting this shit can be.
Bernard, genuinely touched: ... Thanks, Jason.
Jason: Yeah, yeah. Don't tell Timmers I said that, though, he'll call me a loser.
Bernard, laughing: I won't.
Bernard, being talked to by several people at once and a bit overwhelmed by the attention: Uhâ I'mâ
Damian, stepping between him and the socialites: Dowd. I require your assistance.
Bernard: Umâ hi, Damianâ with what?
Damian: You will see when we get there. Follow me, Drake's more tolerable half.
Bernard: Okay... so what do you need from me?
Damian: Nothing. You seemed to dislike the attention from all of the nosy adults over there. It was the most efficient way of extracting you from the situation.
Bernard: Oh. Thanks, Damian.
Damian: Tt, don't thank me yet, Dowd. I am still criticising your choice in romantic partners.
Bernard: Didn't you threaten me with a katana to not dampen Tim's mood in any way shape or form?
Damian: Slander. I said quote 'if you make Drake more annoying by breaking his heart I'm going to maim you.' I don't see how you got the message you did from that.
Bernard, grinning: Sure, Damian. Sure.
#batfam#dc comics#batman#tim drake#jason todd#dick grayson#damian wayne#bernard dowd#they give him shovel talks but when they're over it's basically 'our kid now'#he's theirs in a similar way to steph#he's not a vigilante but he's important to tim#so he's theirs#timbern#tim x bernard#timber
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â # MĂNAGE Ă TROIS ! â
ᥣđ© featuring. g. satoru x reader x g. suguru
â warnings. explicit content. foul language. thrÄÄsome (mmf). getting caught in the act. ceo!satoru and secretary!reader make a comeback. jealous gojo. ceo!suguru but heâs a pervert. crÄÄmpie. fÄ«ngerÄ«ng. oral (f+m). backshots. afab!reader. feminine descriptions used.
ᥣđ© serena's note. can be read as a stand-alone but itâs basically a continuing to unprofessionalism !
âare youâmmph, insane?!â youâre hoping your words are convincing enough to draw him back to his senses, despite them jumbling out your mouth and right into his. pressed up against the door of the empty bathroom, your legs are spread apart in favour to be supported by a strong thigh. big hands slide from your lower back to your ass, and squeeze, forcing a moan out of you. âweâre in publicâ weâll get caught!â
when gojo does give you space to breathe, a thin string of saliva connects from his bottom lip to yours. he pants heavily, lips shaded a hue of cherry red as the corner of his mouth tugs into a sadistic smile, âyeah but donât that make it more excitinâ though?â
you blink at him, the thought having already crossed your mind. you werenât in any position to oppose as youâd even gone commando to a formal business dinner all due to your perverted bossâ orders. but a lot would be at stake hereâ you both could lose your jobs if caught, and youâd most likely be labelled a whore for the rest of your career. naturally, that was the last thing you wanted, and yetâ
âquit overthinkinâ sweets,â youâre pulled out of your train of thought when his bulge grinds against your core. you gasp, eye lids fluttering shut as a rush of heat spreads in your gut. you feel his hands grip your waist and drag your hips forward, angling your body at a perfect position enough to force a whine out of you.
he leans forward to seal his lips with yours yet again, and you foolishly kiss him back. gojo pulls away too quickly for your liking, though his lips trail from the corner of your mouth to trail hot kisses at your jaw, to the slope of your neck. âpromise weâll be quick, donât worry âbout it.â
âb-but,â you stammer, head thrown back against the cold surface of the door as your fingernails claw to the fabric of his expensive blazer. you try to recollect your thoughts, perfectly aware of how risky this entire situation could be. you do not get wetter because of the idea of getting caughtâno way, youâd rather blame it on the stimulation of your clit rubbing against muscly thighs. âi could lose my job! or worse, we could lose our jobsââ
ââm not gonna let that happen.â gojo cuts you off sternly, hand leaving the dip in your waist in favour of cupping your jaw. his index raises your chin, enforcing eye contact between you both to ensure his certainty. there isnât a shred of doubt in those cerulean orbs, gaze intensely strong as opposed to your shyer one.
the arm at your hips snake around the perimeter of your lower back to hug you snugly against him. youâre entirely at his dispositionâ body trapped between the door and his much larger frame towering over you, and you hate the way your chest tightens at the unreadable look on his face.
âever.â he repeats more firmly, before planting a short kiss onto your lips. youâre taken aback from the intimacy behind the kiss, as if he really were trying to reassure you you had nothing to worry about it. he mightâve been reckless and utterly stupid, but when it mattered, he really could be reliable. âdo ya trust me?â
âyes.â you answer honestly, and the grin he offers at your response confirms every shred of doubt youâd had in mind. of course youâd do thisâ you were as much unprofessional as he was.
âthatâs my girl.â you jolt at the firm blow landed on your ass. when your lips fall into an annoyed pout, heâs quick to kiss it away, beaming at you like a child on their way to a candy store. ânow go face the mirror fâmeâ needa apologize for not properly treating you right the last time.â
youâre sure heâs referring to your last encounter in his office when heâd decided to punish you for bad mouthing him by skipping oral, if the way he hiked your dress up to your hips, kneeled on the floor and spread your pussy lips apart said anything. you shiver from the cool air he breathes at your aching cunt, fingers gripping the ceramic sink before you.
âshitttt,â you moan, head lolling forward when you feel his tongue swipe from your clit all the way near your rear end. gojo latches his lips onto yours, and feasts like a starved man. he rotates his tongue into motions he knows will have your knees buckle the way it does, flicks it at your a swollen leaking clit, and fucks it in and out of your clenching hole. âf-fuck, satoru, oh my goddd!â
he groans loudly into your cunt, big hands gripping an asscheek each as he divulges into your core. youâre a slippery mess, and you canât imagine how soaked his face must be by how sloppy he tugs and nibbles onto your labia, drinking up any fluid you have to offer him. he makes it nearly impossible to keep alert of any upcoming visitorsâ any time you attempt to regard the door, just a peek over you shoulder, he plunges his canines into the flesh of your ass and spanks at your cunt. itâs as if he wants you to completely trust and rely on his word.
ânah uh princess.â you feel the impact of the coolness of his rings against your warm folds, mixture of saliva and your juices splurting as he spanks you. you feel your thighs trembling as you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your skull from the pleasurable pain. âyouâre offendinâ me over here. focus on meânot that damn door.â if you didnât know any better, he was definitely pouting with a mouth full of your cunt.
how ridiculous.
ââm just tryna w-watch out for the dooâooohh!â his tongue finds its way to your clit and you officially give up. completely surrendering yourself to his disposition, you let your guard down and allow him to ravish you whole.
itâs proven difficult to keep your eyes on yourself as you watch your reflection through low lidded eyesâ gloss smeared on your swollen lips as fat tears build at your lower lash line. your neck and chest littered in love bites, areas that are incredibly visible to the public. and under any other circumstance, you wouldâve made a big fuss about it, but you simply couldnât care with gojoâs index and middle finger pumping in and out of your sopping pussy.
youâre irresponsible and foolish, and admittedly shameful as you feel the infamous knot of arousal in your core tightening. your knees feel wobbly, and youâre moans tune into a higher pitch as you claw the marble sink. gojo reads your body language well, his pace steady as he simultaneously finger fucks your cunt while lapping at your bundle of nerves.
you shoot him a look behind your shoulders, the sight of your boss on his knees aiming to please you admittedly quickening the process, âs-satoru, fuuuck, âm gonna cum!â you whimper, bottom lip tugged into your teeth. you remove your death claw grip on the sink in favour of carding your fingers through a set of fluffy hair.
he cocks a brow behind snowy locks, cerulean eyes peering at you with sheer intensity. he knows youâre close, couldâve guessed from how tightly you clamped down on his tongue, and heâs aiming to give you the best damn orgasm youâve ever felt in your life because you deserve it.
it takes one, two, three jabs of his fingers at that spongy spot against your muscles for the dam to break. and it all happens too damn quickly to registerâyour eyelids beginning to shut close as your cunt squirts onto gojoâs face with the addition of an indifferent suguru geto at the bathroom doorâ
wait. wait wait wait.
your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets as youâre quickly drawn back into reality, âoh shitttttâ shit! w-wait, toru, holâon a second âmâ heâs right thereâ fuckinâ hell!â
itâs like heâs doing it to fuck with you, deliberately ignoring your pleas as he swirls his tongue deeper into your high. it takes a forceful grab of your fingers at his scalp to remove him away from your cunt, and even that makes him moan.
his skin is botched red and glistening wet in your arousal, a childish pout resting on his shiny lips. he looks like a child who youâve confiscated his jar of cookies for overeating, âwhatâs the rush, princess? yâre kinda killinâ me here, âm not done with you just yet.â
âso is she the girl?â geto shuts the door behind him, back resting against the flat surface. he cocks his head to the side and presents his infamous smileâ the one youâve seen briefly in the hallways as you passed by him, on your way out of your bossâ office.
âhmm?â gojo tilts his head to the intruding voice, and when his eyes fall onto his colleague, he lazily shrugs his shoulders, as if his appearance had been the most natural thing. âoh, suguruâwhatâre you doinâ here?â
âtheyâve sent me to come find you both as the closing speech is soon commencing,â geto pushes himself off the door and takes long strides towards you both. âthough i did have my suspicionsâ turns out i was right. satoru, you fuckinâ whore.â
your heart beat wildly against your chest. your mind raced a mile a minute, thoughts in turmoil as you fought between the fear that settled im your gut from being caught by another worker but simultaneously feeling your cunt ache at getting caught by another worker.
âheyyy, thatâs fuckinâ rude,â gojo squints his eyes at his friend, a firm hand raising to spank your ass. you jolt from the impact as you squeal, your face heating in embarrassment at the situation. âshe isnât the girl, sheâs my girl. thereâs a difference and you oughta learn it.â
geto waves a hand around as if to dismiss his complaints. âyeah yeah, sure.â the ravenette stops before you, and for the first time you notice just how much tall he is too. a large frame sitting in an expensive tuxedo towering over your bent form, leaning forward to sit at an eye-level with you.
your lips part, as if to weakly defend yourself from the shameful situation youâve found yourself in, but before words can escape your throat, you feel his knuckles grazing along the slope of your jawline. the gentle touch begins at your jaw and trails down to your chin, where the pad of his thumb then fondles at the corner of your mouth.
thereâs a hypnotic look in his eyesâ a seductive gaze stuck in the endless pools of purple as he stares you down. despite still being clothed, you feel naked beneath his gaze, and yet you canât find yourself looking away, even when he hooks his thumb into your mouth.
âhi beautiful. mind tellinâ me your name?â geto asks, the melody of his voice so honeyed that you canât help the automatic response you give him. he chuckles, pulling his thumb out of your lips and swiping the wet digit against your bottom lip.
âgorgeous name for a gorgeous beholder,â youâve heard that line before, most likely from your boss, and if it ever came out corny then, then it certainly didnât feel corny now. âtell me y/n, has satoru taken care of you properly?â
gojo interrupts, taken aback by the nerve of his friendâs assumption of him. âwhatâ of course i have! who do you take me for?â you can hear the whine through his words, though you were still entirely stuck in a trance by the man before you. âbaby, tell âim i took good care of ya!â
âmind if i take a look?â geto cocks his head to the side, the tip of his nose grazing yours. blinking, you suddenly realized the proximity of the man before you, warm breath fanning above the dip of your cupidâs bow. âpromise i wonât take too long. feel free to say no.â
and rationally speaking, you shouldâve said no. you shouldâve taken the outing and tell him it was unprofessional and entirely risky since youâd already gotten caught by him, and had it been any other worker, you wouldâve surely been black balled for the rest of your career days. and yet, the way his touches felt comforting and safe, fleeting from the back of your neck down to your arms and chest, another around your torsoâ
oh fuck it. âyeah, g-go ahead.â you nod instead, your mind telling you one thing but your pussy telling you another.
âwhaaaaat?! y/n!â gojo complains, but getoâs quick to smile at you, going as far as calling you a âgood girlâ before quickly shoving gojo out of the way. he crouches down as gojo rises to his full height, one hand holding onto your cheek and spreading it as the other grips onto the back of your thigh.
you suddenly feel very aware of the situation at hand, and lower your head in shame, teeth nibbling onto your bottom lip. you feel like a slutâ your pussy casually being inspected by another high figure at your workplace, meanwhile your boss leans against a nearby wall with his arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown on his face.
ânot bad satoru.â geto teasingly praises his friend, the grip on your cheek spreading the flesh further apart, as your sticky cunt squelches in result. your lips then follow suit as they spread, and geto abandons the hold on your thigh in favour of swiping his thumb to collect all of your juices, before popping it in his mouth. âmmhm, sheâs all wet and sweet too. canât believe you were holdinâ out on me man. i feel betrayed.â
âever considered the fact i donât want to share her with anyone? much less you?â gojo retaliates, pushing himself off the wall to stand beside you. your brows furrow at his words, eyes following his steps before he plants himself at your side.
geto chuckles, an sleek eyebrow raising up, âoh?â
gojo ignores his friend in favour of directing his attention towards you, pushing your hair away from your face and behind your ear. you blink at him through thick lashes, tilting your head into the warmth of his palm at your cheek, âif you donât want this at any time, just lemme know and iâll kick his ass, yeah?â
âwait.â you hold onto the wrist near your face, and his blue eyes follow the point of contact before returning to your eyes. you suddenly feel bashful as he stares at you as if you were the only girl in the world. âwanna suck you off too. . . yâknow, as a payment for earlier.â
âyeah?â his smirk returns to his face, fiddling with a piece of your hair between his fingers. you roll your eyes despite the smile that crept at your own lips. âi dunno sweets, itâs startinâ to sound like youâre in love with me or somethinâ.â
ânot even in your wildest dreams, satoru.â you scoff, grabbing the hand that played with your hair to rest it above the mounds of your chest. the fleeting touch of his fingers against your perky buds through the thin material of your dress has you humming in pleasure. you watch as his eyes light up like a child on christmas day, the smirk on his lips stretched even wider as he cups onto your sensitive flesh.
gojo pushes the material of your dress aside to free your tits, watching the recoil as your bud comes to contact with cooler air and instantly stiffens. âoh come onâyou can admit it princess, yâknow i wonât hold it against you.â
you lick your lips, âgive me a break toruâ hngh, fuck!â
âoops, my hand slipped.â geto comments, running his fingers up and down the entrance of your folds. you can tell by the sound of his voice that it was definitely not an accident, as he dips his fingers in and out of your cunt, drawing out moans from you.
you fail to see how gojo frowns, a bitter look on his face as his best friend snatches your attention away from him. itâs soon replaced by admiration when your face contorts into that beautiful look you make whenever youâre completely over washed with pleasureâ and even if it isnât him offering you that euphoric feeling, he feels his cock twitch in his slacks regardless.
âtoruuuu,â you call out his name, your gaze unfocused as you stare him up with doe eyes. you watch as he gulps, completely enamoured by you. âwhip it out already, need it in my mouth.â
you giggle as he wastes no time, fumbling with the belt at his slacks before dropping them to his knees. he pulls out his cock from his dampened briefs, dick standing tall in arousal. veins decorated the sensitive skin all over, his mushroom tip a raging red as it dribbled pre cum. you could feel your mouth salivate at the look of his dick alone, balls hanging heavily full of cum.
he tightens his fist around the perimeter of his cock, dragging it down from the base all the way up to his tip, a guttural moan heaving from deep in his chest. heâs taunting you, and you shamefully feel your cunt dampen at his wanton sounds, ângh, you ready baby?â
from behind you, you hear getoâs slacks also fall down to his ankles as he pumps his own hardness right against the cleft of your reddened cheek. he taps the tip of his dick against your soft flesh, watching the recoil of your ass bouncing on his cock, panting heavily as his words come out breathily, âyouâshit, good to go, y/n?â
you nod eagerly, legs spreading for stability as you bend your upper body forward. your hands grip around the firm muscle of gojoâs thighs, and your nose nuzzles in the bush of snowy pubes, his musk clouding over your senses in a familiar way. your tongue lolls out as it rolls over the sensitive skin of his ballsack and sucks, and gojo whines, hand immediately flying to the back of your head to grip at your hair tightly.
you can feel the tip of getoâs dick pushing past your first ring of muscle, and you attempt to relax the muscles of your body at the intense intrusion of his penetration. heâs fucking girthyâ much thicker than gojo, though not as lengthier. heâs stretching you out in ways that has your limbs liquify in heat, fingernails clawing deeper into gojoâs pale skin.
âfuck, shit, you gotta loosen up fâme babyâ youâre too tight,â geto grunts, hands gripping tightly at your waist as he lurches forward. your stomach tightens in lust as your thighs tremble, the intrusion of his cock balls deep in your cunt melting your brain. heâd just bottom out, and you already felt on cloud nine.
âfeel sâgood, ngh fuckkkâmmph!â your mouth is suddenly full, the familiar taste of saltiness resting on the pallets of your tongue. you hear gojo above you moan pathetically, hips already rutting desperately into the warmth cave of your mouth.
youâve sucked him off plenty before and so you know just how he likes itâ sloppy and tight. you hollow your cheeks and stay mindful of your teeth, as you relax your throat muscles and let him work his magic.
âthereâs my good girl, fuck yeahâ yâknow jusâ how i love it, dontcha?â gojo smiles down at you, thumb grazing at the dent in your cheek. he drags his thumb over the outline of his cock against your face, âwhat a fuckinâ beauty, shit, keep doinâ great for me, hnghhh, âm gonna bust soon.â
âalready?â geto teases, thrusts languid as they match the pace of his friendâs. his hips meet the curve of your ass in hypnotic bounces as your ass ripples off his pelvis, and gojoâs quick to roll his eyes.
âfuck you,â itâs meant to come off as an insult but when you take him even further down, a gag tightening around the length of his cock, it trails off into a desperate moan.
âno thanks, âve got your pretty little secretary here.â geto hisses when your pussy clamps down on his cock. he feels sweat begin to collect at his hairline, and focuses on the grip of your folds latching at his dick desperately.
you feel a firm blow at your ass cheeks, your muffled whines echoing in the room at the stinging pleasure. you attempt to run away from the impaling dick in your stomach, but you feel getoâs hands grab at your hips, stabilizing your limp body before a hand rises up and pushes your back into a curve.
âand where do you think yâre goinâ?â geto tuts, hips angling at a new position, one that draws a broken mewl from your sore throat. every moan resonates against the dick stuffed in your mouth, and the sounds travel from gojoâs tip all the way to his stomach, as he feels his balls tighten.
âoh god baby, yâcanât do that to me!â gojo mewls, matted locks glued to his forehead from excessive sweat. you feel his droplets trickle down to your forehead, dribbling down your face and combining in the mixture of fluids leaking from your lips.
you feel his dick twitching in your mouth, a telltale that heâs bound to bust his load in no time. you release a hold from his thigh to cup at his balls, gently fondling with the sack as you bob your head forward to match his pace. saliva pools from the corner of your mouth and dribbles down your chin to the floor.
geto leans forward, chest pressed against the arch of your back. his breath is warm and tickles at the column of your hickey-littered neck, and the stretch of his girthy cock spreading the tight muscles of your rim has your stomach knotting in foreign pleasure.
his hand creeps in between your thighs, fingers toying with your aching clit as his lips graze at the shell of your ear, âlove havinâ this clit of yours played with?â he purrs in your ear, lips ghosting over the goosebumps of your skin, and despite being gagged, you nod your head frantically in response. heâs bottomed out, balls deep inside your cunt, grinding his hips and rubbing his cock into areas you had yet to explore. âsuch a good slut fâme, ainât that right?â
âfor meâ ngh, me too!â gojo argues childishly, quivery pink lips falling into a pout. he runs the pad of his thumb against your cheek, hooking his fingertip at the corner of your lips, thus painfully widening the hole of your mouth.
tears quickly build up at your lash line, vision blurring when you feel geto pull back up, landing blow after blow on the planes of your ass. the harsh impacts and rough thrusts has your backside ricochetting against his pelvis, your pussy clenching uncontrollably. the sensation was one that left you speechlessâ besides gojoâs lengthy cock occupying your throat. it was most definitely an uncomfortable stretch, but every now and then, when youâd feel the coolness of getoâs rings trailing down your inner thighs and the pad of his fingers soothing the ache at your clit, it easily subsided into pleasure.
âshitttt, just wanâ stay in your mouth forever,â gojo whines loudly, head thrown back with his brows cinched. heâs completely forgotten about your own comfort, fucking into your mouth for the sake of his own pleasure. you watch as his abs contract, chest heaving deeply, adamâs apple bobbing up and down.Â
another gag rips out of your mouth when gojo abruptly plows into your mouth, your nose all the way to his snowy white pubic hairs. he moans all prettily, hand clutching tightly at your hair at the back of your head, before pulling away and repeating the same motions, âhell yeah babyâ just like that, fuck.â
with tears now streaking down your cheeks, your mouth salivates uncontrollably as you clamp down on suguruâs cock, balls heavy with cum as they slap against your clit.
âshitâfuck, hold on,â geto hisses, thrown off by gojoâs sudden pace. purple orbs trail at the curve of your back all the way up to your bobbing head, when heâs hit with an idea. you fail to see it, but the smirk he shoots at his best friend is enough to telltale. you can only realise theyâre up to no good too late, when gojo mirrors the smirk before him.
âmatch my rhythm and watch how quick sheâll cum.â
and embarrassingly enough, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten when youâre pounded into roughly from behind. their pace now much quicker and rougher, your broken moans turn into gargles around gojoâs shaft, and in an attempt to run away from the overwhelmingly thrusts stretching at your pussy, you instinctively move forward, only to choke around a twitching dick. you then realise their plan, when you try to pull away from the mushroom tip stroking at your uvula and wind up back into getoâs possession, balls deep in your cunt.
well shit.
they treat your body as if it were a fleshlightâ a mere toy for their own pleasure, and you couldnât deny the objectification of your body at their dispense had your body tense in straight arousal. the bulge in your throat and musky scent of gojoâs bush overwhelming your senses, and the thickness of getoâs shaft tearing your hole apart had you coming undone quicker than youâd like to admit.
âoh yeahhh,â geto whistles, never letting up his pounding as you leak through your pussy like a faucet. âlook at that pussy goâ clenchinâ down on me like a whore. yâfuckinâ love it when we slut you out like this, hm? our very own cumdumpâ shit, gonna fill you up nice ân good.â
âthatâs my pretty babyâ mmhm, swallow every last drop, mkay?â you feel your mouth being filled with warm spurts of cum, thick ropes shooting down your throat as gojo groans. âsâgood for princesses like you, fuckkk, better open wide.â
â§.*
âiâm. . . gonna get goinâ now. you two stay back.â you tug at your dress, fixing your appearance with a nod before exiting the bathroom.
the two friends are left in the space as they run water against the heat of the skin, cleaning up any trace of mess theyâve left behind. the silence is incredibly loud, despite the faucet leaking water into the sink.
âsheâs cute. i see why you like her.â geto comments, rolling his sleeves up before pumping his hands full of soap. he clicks his tongue against his teeth, âdefinitely piques interest.â
âsuguru.â gojo deadpans, staring him down through the reflection of the mirror. geto looks up and returns the stare, though the crease of his cheeks through his smile sets gojo off wrongly. he can tell what his friend is thinking, and he doesnât want to play this gameâ not with you.
âdonât. . . please. just donât.â gojo breathes out, chest rising up and down. he doesnât realize his fists are balled tight, nor that thereâs a frown on his face. âsheâs different, and i really like her. if you consider yourself my friend, you wonât.â
geto eyes him through slanted eyes, washing off the suds of soap on his palms before turning off the tap. every second passes by agonizingly slow for gojo as he watches his friend move. his tongue feels heavy in his mouth and his chest uncharacteristically tight.
he walks to the paper towel dispenser, before drying his hands and shoving the paper down the garbage. gojoâs eyes trail his every move yet again.
finally, purple eyes meet his and they curve into that infamous smileâ one that could send chills down your spine if not on his good side.
âyeah, i got you.â
thank you @nantoji for beta reading đââïž.
#renaâstar.#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo smut#gojo x reader#geto suguru smut#geto suguru x reader#geto smut#geto x reader#gojo x reader x geto
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i went on a deep dive of the Steve & Hopper ao3 tag yesterday and and it got me thinking about what would happen if Chief of Police Hopper ran into Steve and Eddie while he was on patrol after pseudo-adopting Steve, and itâs been long enough that Hopper is sort of a safe-person for Steve so Steve goes into full-fledged bitch mode when Hopper tries to pull cop stuff on them, and Eddie (who knew about none of this because Steve is a chronic under-sharer) is so totally baffled.
Heâd spent years watching Steve sweet-talk his way out of trouble. Even before they started hooking up it used to drive Eddie goddamn insane, because if (when) Eddie pulled any of this shit Steve gets away with, heâd be totally screwed, but all Steve has to do is flash a sheepish grin and run a hand through his hair once or twice and say, all baleful, âI really didnât mean any trouble,â and heâs home free.
It has its perks though, or so he's learned during his last few months of hanging around with Steve, so when Steve and Eddieâs make-out session is interrupted by the tell-tale red and blue lights of a cop car pulling up behind where Steve parked the Beemer a few hundred yards down a maintenance road, Eddieâs not all that worried. In fact, heâs got a pretty good amount of faith in Steveâs ability to spin up some story to keep them out of any real trouble, and as Chief Hopper ambles over to them, Eddie prepares himself for a whole show of, âYes Chief, sorry Chief, it wonât happen again Chief.â
So imagine Eddie's complete and utter surprise when Hopper barks, âHey, morons! What the hell do you think youâre doing?â and Steve only rolls his eyes and says, âWhatâs it to you?â
Eddie feels his jaw drop.
âSteve,â he mutters through gritted teeth. He tries to elbow Steve into shutting the hell up, but he misses because Steve has already taken several steps forward to meet Hopper, his face turned up in a kind of defiance Eddie doesnât think heâs ever seen on him before.
âWhatâs it to me?â Hopper repeats, glowering at Steve, âItâs midnight. Iâm on patrol. Youâve got one of the most recognizable cars in this entire damn town parked in a restricted-access zone with this idiotââ Hopper gestures at Eddie (Eddie didnât think the pointing or the idiot were necessary, but clearly, clearly, heâs missing something here), ââwhoâs been dragged into my station more times than I could count.â
âThe town line, Hop, is over there,â Steve says, pointing at an indiscriminate spot over Hopâs shoulder that may or may not be part of the Hawkins town line, âWeâre not even in Hawkins anymore. Youâre totally out of your jurisdiction.â
âYou wanna know something about jurisdiction, smart-ass?â Hopper asks, âIf my report says shit happened in my jurisdiction, it happened in my jurisdiction.â
âWow,â Steve deadpans, âWay to not sound totally corrupt. Nice work, Chief.â
Hopperâs jaw twitches for a second, and heâs clearly debating if he wants to keep arguing with Steve who, to Steveâs credit, looks like heâs got debate in him for days. Ultimately though, Hopper decides against it and stalks back over to his squad car.
âIf youâre not home by one thereâs gonna be hell to pay. You hear me, Harrington?â Hopper yells, âOne AM. Hell to pay.â
âOh, sure,â Steve rolls his eyes, âTotally hear you. One AM. Loud and clear or whatever.â
Steve flips the cruiser both birds as it peels away, which Hopper only flashes his high beams at a couple times before heâs gone, kicking up a bunch of dirt and mulch and leaves in his wake, and Steve is wearing an exasperated expression as he turns to face Eddie again.
âGod, heâs so annoying. Letâs just go to my house.â
Eddie gapes at him.
âWhat the fuck was that?â
âHuh?â
âWhat the fuck was that?â Eddie repeated, gesturing wildly towards where Hopperâs car had just been.
âWhaâ you mean with Hop?â
âUh, yeah?!?â
Steve just brushed him off, âWhatever, just ignore him. Heâs basically my dad.â
âWhat?â
#idk maybe this is pre-season 3. maybe itâs a no-upside down au. who knows#might expand this and post on ao3 later if iâm feeling it#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#jim hopper#steve jim father-son relationship my beloved
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chris sturniolo x reader
SUMMARY: Where Matt and Nick say some hurtful things to Chris during a fight, bringing his insecurities to life and causing him to turn to his anchor, Y/N.
WARNING: Insecurities, fighting, crying, anxiety attack.
REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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The noise in the living room had escalated from playful teasing in front of the camera to sharp, biting words. Chris stood behind the kitchen table, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he glared at Matt and Nick, who were both looking at him from the other side of the table with expressions caught between frustration and exasperation.
"Do you ever think before you act, Chris?" Matt's voice was, surprisingly, raised, an edge of impatience in his tone. "We canât get through one day without you doing something childish and making a scene, or worse, making our videos look like shit because of it!"
Chrisâs jaw tightened, but he didnât respond immediately, his eyes darting between his brothers, trying to make sense of how things had gotten so out of hand.
"I wasnât trying to do anything." He muttered finally, his voice barely above a whisper laced with hurt. "I was just... being myself."
"Yeah, exactly." Nick jumped in, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "And thatâs the problem. Youâre always yelling and doing the most, Chris. Itâs just... exhausting, okay?"
Chris clenched his fists, jaw tight as he glared at Nick, feeling himself crumbling a bit because sure, heâs too much. Sure, he speaks too loud and had opinions about everything and wasnât afraid to share them, even if they were about the silliest things. Sure, he feels cornered and childish and immature and annoying, and most of what they're saying is probably true, but hearing his own brothers say it out loud... it pains his heart.
"You know, thatâs actually rich coming from you." He shot back, his voice carrying a frustration he couldnât hold back, trying to disguise his pain with anger. "Youâre always the first to say that people watch us because weâre different, because even though we look the same, we're still different. But all you ever do is complain that Iâm not just like you or Matt!â
Nickâs expression shifted, taken aback by Chrisâs words. But Nick wasnât one to back down, his voice snapping back almost before Chris had finished speaking.
"Thatâs not what Iâm saying at all!" He fired, eyes narrowing. "Is it so insane to want you to stop yelling and acting like a literal child in every video? Weâre trying to be professional, Chris! People like us, yeah, but they wonât if you keep acting like-"
Chris dragged a hand over his face, pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead, trying to shut out Nickâs words, trying to drown out the overwhelming feeling of being misunderstood.
"... and we canât keep dealing with it, Chris. Grow the fuck up."
The youngest felt his chest tighten even more. His greatest insecurity - one that clawed at his chest every night when he couldnât sleep, when the silence around him became deafening - was now on full display, brutally brought to life by the people he trusted most.
The internet was relentless in labeling him as "the weird one", the "annoying triplet", just because he was loud and talked too much, just because he was unapologetically himself. Heâd laugh it off, of course, joke about it even because it was easier to pretend it didnât bother him. But deep down, those words haunted him, scraping at the edges of his self-worth, making him wonder if maybe, just maybe, he wasnât enough.
And now, hearing Matt and Nick throw those same words at him... he felt hollow. Like all the air had been knocked from his lungs. They knew. They knew how those comments got to him, how hard he tried to ignore it, to rise above the criticism.
"Fine." He said bitterly, hating how his voice trembled slightly as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. "Iâll get out of your way, then."
He pushed his weight off of the table, preparing himself to get out of there, but as Chris stormed away, Nick's frustration boiled over, and he turned to Matt, his voice sharp and incredulous.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He hissed, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
But Chris kept walking, his shoulders tense as he made his way to the stairs, refusing to let himself look back. His brothersâ voices felt like static at this point, blending into the background as he forced himself to keep going.
Behind him, Matt muttered under his breath, an edge of impatience creeping in.
"Why is he being so dramatic?" He called, exasperation evident in his tone. "Chris, just come back, man! Letâs finish this video."
But Chris didnât even slow down. Each word felt like salt in a wound he was struggling to ignore, a constant reminder that he wasnât on the same level as them, that they were all looking at him like he was the problem.
Maybe he was.
As he went down the stairs, his mind was racing, every emotion simmering just below the surface.
His hands trembled slightly as he reached his bedroom door, a mix of anger, shame, and sadness twisting in his chest, his breath hitching as he struggled to keep it together. He wanted to scream, to push all the hurt away.
Finally, he opened the door and stepped inside.
Y/N - curled up on his bed with notebooks spread around her and laptop balanced on her knees - looked up instantly, a huge smile spreading across her face as she noticed him, her expression so genuinely happy to see him that it made his heart ache even more.
"Hi, honey! How was filming?" She greeted brightly, unaware of the turmoil written across his face.
But her smile faltered quickly as she took in his red-rimmed eyes, the way his face seemed almost haunted, his body tense and trembling as he stood frozen in the doorway. She blinked, worry flashing across her features.
"Chris? Hey, what happened?" The girl whispered, and her words were like a lifeline, breaking the dam heâd tried so hard to keep in place.
She was quick in put her work together, placing her notebooks and laptop gently onto the floor beside her, leaving it all opened for her to come back to it later, her arms instinctively opening up to him.
"Come here, baby."
Without another thought, Chris crossed the room and collapsed into her open arms, sinking onto the bed as if the weight of the world had become too much for him to bear alone.
His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his face burrowing into her shoulder as if he could somehow hide from everything that had been clawing at him. His legs slid between her thighs, his body curling into hers, every part of him drawn in close, seeking refuge in the only place that felt safe.
Y/N didnât say anything at first. She could feel the way his shoulders shook, the silent sobs racking through him as he tried to hold back, his breath catching painfully against her neck. She held him even tighter, her hands slipping up to cradle the back of his head, her fingers threading gently through his fluff hair as she pressed soft, reassuring kisses to his forehead, his temple, anywhere she could reach.
"Shh... Itâs okay, sweetheart." She murmured softly, pressing her lips to his line of hair. "I'm here. You're safe. Just breathe, Chris. Just breathe, baby."
But Chris felt anything but safe in his own skin. Shame and hurt twisted inside him, tightening like a vice around his chest. He tried to fold himself even smaller, curling tighter into her, trying to somehow look smaller for a 5'8 grown man, pressing his body as close to hers as he could.
He wanted to disappear, to melt into her embrace, and let the world live freely without his presence. The words Matt and Nick had thrown at him - the very same words he read online, the labels he was used to brushing off - felt so true, so much a part of him that he couldnât deny them.
Childish. Annoying. Immature.
He hated himself in that moment, hated how much he cared, hated how the words dug under his skin, making him feel unworthy, unloved.
"Am I... am I really that annoying?" He whispered, his voice cracking and sounding more horse than it should. "Do you... Do you think Iâm too much, too?"
Y/Nâs heart twisted painfully as she heard his words, the broken way he spoke them. She frowned deeply, pulling back just enough to look down at him, her hand cupping his wet cheek as she met his gaze, her thumb brushing away a stray tear that had slipped down his face.
"Oh, sweetheart..." She shook her head gently, her voice laced with disbelief and fierce love. "No. No, Chris, of course not. Youâre not annoying. Youâre not too much. Youâre everything I could ever want. Youâre perfect exactly the way you are."
He clenched his fists, gripping onto Y/Nâs hoodie - or better, his own blue hoodie -, his knuckles white with the force of it as he tried to agree with her, but her words didnât seem to reach him. His brow furrowed, his eyes filling with fresh tears as he choked out.
"They said... They said Iâm always yelling, being loud, making a scene... like Iâm always... embarrassing them." His voice caught on the last words, his breath hitching as he fought to keep from breaking down completely.
Y/N held him tighter, her hand moving to the bottom of his white shirt, traveling inside of it only to rub soothing circles along his naked back as she spoke in a soft, steady tone, hoping her words would anchor him.
"Chris, they love you. Theyâre just... they donât understand how much their words hurt sometimes. But that doesnât mean youâre a burden or that youâre too much. You bring so much joy and energy to everything. Thatâs part of who you are, and itâs one of the things I love most about you."
He shook his head slightly, his breathing coming faster as anxiety started to build again, overtaking him.
"I... I just donât get it. One minute, theyâre saying people watch us because weâre different... and then they tell me I should be more like them. I donât... I donât know how to be that. I tried so hard to be like them, you have to believe me, but I donât know how to change who I am-"
Y/N felt the depth of his frustration in the desperate way that he begged, wanting - no, needing - her to believe him. She cupped his face gently, urging him to look at her.
"You donât have to change, Chris. Not for anyone. Youâre enough just as you are, baby. And youâre not a burden. Not to me, not to anyone who really sees you and loves you for who you are."
He nodded slowly, finally trying to take a deep breath, only to feel like his nose was closed and his throat was being chocked by invisible hands. He closed his eyes forcefully, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he tried to breathe in a gulp of air that never seemed to be enough. Chris could feel his heart tightening, his chest struggling in the quick movements of going up and down too many times in a second.
"Can't- I... Please-" He tried, tightening his hands around her hoodie, panicking with the anxiety attack that seemed to come so suddenly.
"Hey, hey, Chris. Sweetheart, youâre okay." Y/N whispered softly, her voice a calming presence against the storm inside him. She shifted slightly, one hand now resting on his chest with a firm press as she guided him through deep breaths, her own voice slow and steady. "Come on, just breathe with me, okay? In... and out... Nice and slow. Iâm right here with you."
Following her lead, Chris pressed his eyes tighter in a way that made him see stars behind his eyelids, focusing on the rhythm of her voice, the rise and fall of her own breathing against his fists. With each exhale, he felt a bit of the tension release, his chest loosening as he tried to match her calming breaths.
Gradually, his racing heart began to slow, the adrenaline draining from his body, leaving him feeling heavy, exhausted.
Y/N smiled softly, brushing her fingers through his hair as she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"There you go. Thatâs it... Well done, my strong boy. Now, just relax. Iâve got you."
As his breathing evened out, Chris opened his eyes slowly, his blurred gaze meeting hers with a vulnerability that tore at her heart.
"You donât have to carry all of this alone, Chris. Iâm always here for you, no matter what. Youâre safe with me, okay? I love you... so much." She leaned down, pressing another kiss to his forehead as she held him close, her voice soft.
The gentle reassurance, the quiet love in her words wrapped around him like a blanket, pulling him further into her warmth. His eyelids grew heavier, the tiredness finally catching up with him as he let himself surrender to the comfort of her arms, a quiet whine escaping his throat.
"I know, honey. Sleep." Y/N whispered, a tender smile on her lips as she cradled him closer, holding him like a mother would hold her kid, her hands tracing soothing patterns along his back. "You can rest. Iâll be right here when you wake up."
As she continued to whisper soft reassurances, her fingers running gently through his hair, Chrisâs breathing finally evened out, his body relaxing completely in her arms. His head rested on the curve of her neck, his arms still wrapped around her waist as he drifted off, his pain and worries slipping away in the safety of her embrace.
Y/N leaned down, pressing one last, lingering kiss to his hair before laying her cheek against his head, her arms wrapped securely around his body as she watched over him.
"I love you, sweet boy."
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A couple of hours had passed, the sunsetting casting a soft, warm light over Chrisâs room, where he and Y/N lay wrapped together on the bed. Chrisâs face was nestled against her shoulder, his breathing steady and calm now, his chest rising and falling in sync with hers.
Outside the room, Matt and Nick exchanged a glance. Theyâd been standing in the hallway for nearly five minutes, trying to muster the courage to knock. Their earlier argument with Chris had weighed heavily on both of them, guilt twisting in their stomachs as they replayed every hurtful word that had left their mouths.
Finally, Matt raised his fist and knocked softly on Chrisâs door, the faint sound echoing in the silence. When there was no answer, he hesitated, glancing at Nick before slowly pushing the door open.
They both froze at the sight before them. Chris and Y/N were curled up together on the bed, Chrisâs face still damp from tears as he lay against her, completely relaxed in her arms. Y/N had one arm around his shoulders, her fingers resting in his hair, while her other hand was hiding inside his shirt, holding his back, cradling him protectively. They looked peaceful.
Mattâs heart clenched at the sight, guilt intensifying as he took in Chrisâs tear-streaked face. He glanced over at Nick, who was staring down at his feet, clearly feeling the same crushing remorse.
"Let's go. We can come back later." Matt muttered, pulling Nick towards himself before starting to back out of the room, thinking it might be best to give Chris a bit more time.
But just as they were about to close the door, Chris stirred, shifting slightly in Y/Nâs arms. He nuzzled his head on her shoulder, his face just inches from the gentle slope of her neck where he could still catch the faint, familiar scent of her perfume mingling with the natural warmth of her skin.
He moved slightly, careful not to wake her, though his movement caused her to pull him in closer, her fingers instinctively brushing over his back. The feeling of her hand tracing small, soothing circles over his shoulder as if it was a muscle memory grounded him further, coaxing a soft sigh from him as he nuzzled deeper into her embrace, pressing a gentle, barely-there kiss to her neck.
When his sleepy eyes finally traveled around the room while gently stretching his legs between hers, he finally caught Matt and Nick's figures standing in the doorway.
His face fell the instant he realized they were there, his peaceful expression replaced by a guarded, distant look. Carefully, he eased himself up, making sure not to wake Y/N as he pulled himself away from her arms.
"Came for round two?" He looked at Matt and Nick, his sleepy voice laced with bitterness as he asked.
Nick swallowed, words catching in his throat as he struggled to find the right thing to say. What an irony. He opened his mouth but only managed to mumble, stumbling over his words as he tried to get them out.
Finally, Nick took a small step closer, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Chris, I... we came to say... We just..." His pearly teeth caged his bottom lip momentarily, taking a deep breath. "We love that youâre different."
Chris stared at him, incredulous, eyebrows raised as he scoffed softly.
"Different? Thatâs what youâre leading with?" His eyes narrowed, hurt simmering just beneath the surface. "So now Iâm the âdifferentâ one? Funny, âcause that didnât seem to be a good thing a few hours ago."
Nick faltered, his face flushing as he realized his words werenât coming out the way he intended. He tried again, tripping over his explanation.
"No, no, I... I didnât mean it like that. I just-"
Chris took a deep, shaky breath, his gaze lowered as he avoided Nick and Matt's eyes, interrupting Nick.
"Look, I want to apologize, alright?" He started, his voice barely more than a murmur, thick with emotion. "I know it was all my fault and that Iâm a lot to handle. I get it. I can be too loud, too... everything, really. And I know Iâm not like you guys. Iâve tried so hard to be, but itâs just... not me." His words hung heavy in the room, his fingers twisting anxiously in his lap. "I feel like sometimes I just ruin things because I donât know how to turn it off. You two seem to have this balance, you know when to joke and when to be serious, and Iâm over here just... always pushing things too far."
He exhaled deeply, finally lifting his eyes to meet his brothers', the weight of insecurity and years of self-doubt written all over his face.
"Iâm sorry if it feels like you have to put up with me. Iâve tried to be more like you, but itâs never enough. And sometimes... it just feels like who I am isnât what anyone wants." His voice cracked at the last words, his vulnerability laid bare, and he quickly looked away, bracing himself for whatever they would say.
Nick and Matt shared a look, each seeing the guilt mirrored in the otherâs eyes as Chrisâs words sank in, cutting through them like a blade.
Matt felt his chest tighten, a pang of regret settling heavily in his stomach, making it hard to breathe. How could he have let Chris - his little brother, the boy who was always loving him no matter what - believe, even for a second, that he wasnât wanted exactly as he was?
His legs moved on instinct, carrying him back into the room before he even registered it, straight to Chris, who looked so small and hurt, slumped at the edge of the bed. Kneeling down, Matt reached out, placing a steadying hand on Chrisâs knee, his fingers gently pressing into his brotherâs skin as if trying to ground him.
"Chris, youâre our little brother. I donât ever want you to feel like youâre too much for us." He swallowed, his voice wavering as he continued, willing Chris to see and feel every word. "I love you, man. We love you for who you are. You donât need to change a thing. Itâs your energy, your spark that makes everything better. You have this way of bringing life into everything, and thatâs something I wouldnât change for anything." He looked into Chrisâs eyes, his own gaze filled with a raw honesty. "We need you to be you, Chris. No one else."
Nickâs heart clenched as he watched, his own guilt building with every second. Gaining control over the hurt and regret flooding him, he crossed the room in long strides, dropping down beside Matt. He looked up at Chris, his throat tight with emotion, the sight of his little brother so closed-off, so wounded, cutting deep. He was supposed to protect him, not hurt him.
"Yeah... you being another person? Thatâs not what we want at all. Weâve never wanted you to be anyone else. Youâre perfect the way you are, Chris." Nickâs voice shook, filled with a determination to make Chris understand the truth, to undo every careless word he and Matt had thrown his way earlier. "I'm so, so sorry that we said all of those things and made you think so bad about yourself."
Chrisâs defenses wavered, his resolve crumbling as he glanced between his brothers. Their sincerity seeped through, but doubt still clouded his gaze. He let out a heavy sigh, loosening his grip on his hoodie just a bit.
"You promise?" His voice was barely a whisper, fragile and laced with uncertainty, his fingers twisting anxiously into the fabric of his sleeve.
Without hesitation, Nick reached forward, taking Chrisâs hands in his own, intertwining their fingers and squeezing firmly.
"We promise. We love how wild you are, how youâre always the one bringing the energy. Youâre louder, sure, but thatâs not something bad, it's exactly what makes you, you. Youâre the happiest out of the three of us, Chris, and we wouldnât change that for anything." He gave Chrisâs hand another reassuring squeeze, feeling the smallest hint of relief when he saw the younger brother begin to relax, if only slightly.
Matt nodded, adding gently.
"And hey, I donât think we need to be professional or act in a type of way for our videos to be good. The viewers love us for who we are... the mix of chaos and calm. Thatâs what makes us, us. Itâs why they stick around."
Chris took a shaky breath, letting their words settle over him, feeling the weight of them begin to ease some of the pain. Slowly, he nodded, his fingers curling back around Nickâs reassuring grip.
"Okay."
Matt leaned forward, placing a hand on Chrisâs shoulder.
"Weâll do better, alright? Weâre brothers. Weâre gonna mess up, but that doesnât mean we wonât have each otherâs backs. Always."
Chris exhaled deeply, finally letting the tension melt away as he leaned into their touch, the comfort of his brothers grounding him in a way only they could. Straightening himself, he managed a small, tired smile, his heart feeling a bit lighter.
"Yeah... always."
"Well, Iâm really glad you guys are okay again." Y/Nâs soft voice broke the silence, bringing all three heads up in surprise.
She moved with a quiet strength as she sat up and brushed her hand tenderly through Chrisâs hair, watching his face light up as he realized sheâd been awake all along.
"But just so weâre clear... if either of you hurt my baby like that again, youâre going to have to answer to me." She turned her gaze to Nick and Matt, a playful but fierce glint in her eyes.
"Y/N..." Chris dragged the last letter of her name in a whining tone, feeling flustered with how she called him 'her baby' in front of his brothers - even though they were more than accustomed with it.
Nickâs eyes widened jokingly with her threat, a chuckle escaping him. He lifted his hands in mock surrender, glancing at Matt as if to say, 'Well, we better watch out'. Matt nodded, eyes a bit sheepish, scratching the back of his neck.
"Alright, alright, no more ganging up on Chris. You have our word, Y/N."
Content with their promises, Y/N turned her attention back to Chris, opening her arms and pulling him into her embrace once more. He let out a soft sigh, sinking into her warmth, his head nestled against her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around him protectively, fingers tracing soothing circles along his back as she whispered.
"I told you they didn't mean it." He closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him, the last bits of hurt melting away.
Nick and Matt watched the two of them, a fondness softening their expressions.
"You know." She murmured, pulling Chris's head away from her chest and looking at him with a mischievous grin. "Youâre pretty lucky to have all of us wrapped around your finger."
Chris laughed, a real laugh this time, the sound full of relief and love.
"Yeah, I know. I just... I guess I forget sometimes."
"Well." Nick started, squeezing Chrisâs shoulder with a grin. "Weâre not going anywhere. So next time, just remind us if weâre being idiots, alright?"
Chris nodded, glancing gratefully at each of them, feeling more grounded and cherished than he had in a long time.
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omg loveeee sheep!reader <3333
love how you said Rafe gets annoyed with all the stuffies on her bed, I can just imagine he's lying back on her bed and she's on top, kissing him and trying to grind on his thigh, but even though he thinks he threw all the stuffies on the floor he keeps finding more like digging into his back and getting in his way and he gets frustrated and makes her grind on one of her big teddy bears until she cums in her panties omggggg
warnings: mean!rafe, kissing, heavy petting, dry humping, thigh riding, rafe curses at reader in frustration, riding a stuffed animal lol, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, male masturbation
a/n: first fic with sheep!reader, iâm so happy that so many of you loved her <3 leave me some reqâs!
âfuckâ hold on,â you shyly pulled away from your boyfriendâs lips, watching as he threw yet another stuffed animal onto the floor, âthis is ridiculous, you know that?â he pulled you back down, his large hands palming and groping the globes of your ass from underneath your skirt. âbut you got all of those for me..â you whimpered, dragging your hips against his toned thigh. rafe kissed you deeply, the feeling of his tongue entering your mouth making a surprised âoh!â fall from your lips. you were so innocent in his eyes, he loved to do things that would make your cheeks heat in embarrassment.
âyeah, but do you have to have them all on your bed? i could build you a shelf or âsomethinââ just then, he adjusted himself with you still pathetically trying to hump his thigh when another stuffie digged into his ribs. âgoddammit, y/n!â your eybrows knitted together in worry, his tone making you jump. he cursed under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sat up, taking you with him. âmâsorry, i didnât mean to yell at you.â he stroked the side of your face, eyes falling onto the huge teddy bear that sat at the corner of your bed. âmatter of fact, why donât you grab that one there at the end?â
you looked back at the teddy bear rafe won you from the fair before you two had officially started dating. âaw, i love this one.â you got up, carrying it over as rafe patted the empty spot next to him. âyeah, i know. you love all of them right?â you nodded, a little confused as to where he was taking this. âwell since you love them so much, and they keep appearing out of nowhere, you could hump that instead.â you blinked at his words, your underwear damp with your need for release. âyouâre telling me youâve never done that before?â rafe whispered.
youâd be lying if you said you didnât. you remembered grinding on the same teddy bear the night rafe got it for you. he had kissed before letting you go inside, the kiss being so dreamy, your mind couldnât help but wander at what else he was really good at. you had took the bear to your room that night and pretended it was rafe instead. âlook at your face.. you have done it before,â a wicked smile adorned his mouth. âshow me how you did it.â rafe was palming himself through his shorts when you straddled the damned thing.
you started moving, a whine emitting from your pretty little mouth as you finally got the friction you were looking for. he continued to rub himself over his cargos, a sigh leaving his lips as he grew harder by the minute. rafe loved hearing those moans and whimpers of yours, the sound making his eyebrows knit together. soon, he had taken himself out of his underwear, shamelessly stroking his cock as tears rolled down your cheeks in frustration. even though you were still making yourself feel good, you just felt so empty. ârafe..â you cried, âplease, i need you inside..â hearing you beg was his favorite.
âme too, baby, iâm fuckinâ aching,â he groaned, you looked down at his mean, throbbing cock, âmake yourself cum in those panties and maybe iâll give it to âya.â determined, you moved your hips faster, your glossy lips swollen from biting on them so hard. your nails dug into the soft material of your teddy bear, your peak starting to form in your tummy. your thighs ached for a break, but the need to have rafeâs cock fucking you stupid was surpassing any kind of discomfort you felt. âah, fuck!â rafe had to stop touching himself, the only place he wanted his cum to be was inside of those soft, slick walls of your cunt.
not being able to resist himself any longer, rafe leaned forward, taking one of your tits in his mouth as he lapped at the sensitive bud. you nearly screamed at the added stimulation, cradling his head to keep him close while your high washed over you in pure ecstasy. rafe watched you tremble and shake, his hands coming up to still drag your cunt across the teddy bear despite your pleas for him to stop. he loved to see you overstimulated. ân-no more!â you gasped. rafe ignored you, not stopping until you came again, a mess gushing from between your thighs.
you couldnât help but double over, falling into your boyfriendâs chest as he shushed your cries. âfuck, you always do so good for me.â he praised, leaving open mouth kisses up your shoulder. you fell limp in his arms, small pants leaving your lips as he stood up, throwing you back down on your bed. you hissed, your hand coming up to hold your back. âshit! did i hurt you, baby?â rafe turned you over, his eyes falling on a stuffed animal with hard plastic eyes. âthatâs itâ iâm making you that shelf!â he scolded.
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