#and there are so many good fics of that i slurp it all up

[daily-hanamura]

[shima-draws]

Slamming my head against the wall god fucking DAMMIT I'm so in love with Sanlu I am GOING to explode.

[sugoroo]

#YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT LOSERBOYS. . .

ʚɞ summary. jjk men as different types of losers with a girlfriend who's way out of their league! but never fear, they have a few tricks up their sleeves yet. . . ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso + sukuna.

warnings. fem!reader, penetration (p in v), fingering, squirting, oral (f receiving), doggystyle, semi-public sex in geto's, virginity loss + premature ejac in choso's, drug use in sukuna's, 18+ minors dni.

a/n. 500 followers special post <3 digimon!gojo inspired by this fic by @/blkkizzat. go check it out!

SATORU GOJO — THE DIGIMON NERD!

your boyfriend satoru gojo is absolutely, undeniably, irrevocably obsessed with all things digimon.

his entire room is brimming with posters, heinously overpriced collectable toys, you name it. hell, even his bedcovers are digimon themed (and he won't change them no matter how many times you ask, either.)

to make matters worse, it's all he talks about, too. at any given moment he finds manages to find some way to connect anything in his direct line of sight to digimon; and once he starts ranting about it, it's practically impossible to get him to stop.

so, with all of these incriminating facts piling up about just how much of a loser your boyfriend is, you might be left wondering… why exactly are you still with him?

and well, the answer to that is much simpler than you'd expect — satoru gojo is a god in the sheets. and no, that's not an exaggeration.

when you first started dating, you assumed he would be mediocre at best, and that you'd probably have to teach him a few things here and there. because a man so painfully nerdy couldn't possibly know how to satisfy you from the get-go, right?

wrong.

despite previously confiding in you that he was a virgin before you went any further than making out, satoru appeared to know exactly what he was doing once he got you in his bed after a few weeks of dating.

you hadn't been too into it at first, purely due to the fact you were seemingly about to have sex with him for the first time sprawled atop his digimon bedsheets.

i mean, talk about a turn-off, huh?

but you quickly forgot about such insignificant details like that once the two of you started to venture past kissing, satoru's eager hands roaming all over your body with a level of excitement you'd only ever seen on him before when he was gushing about an upcoming digimon game.

and after he'd stripped you of your clothes? all bets were off.

"s-shit. so pretty, baby," satoru groaned as he buried his face between the valley of your breasts, licking and sucking at every patch of supple skin he could reach in the process. "so soft."

"toruuu," you mewled out, running a hand through his messy white locks and lightly scratching his scalp with your recently manicured nails as a form of silent encouragement. "feels good."

satoru visibly preens under your praising words, his face lighting up like a kid on christmas morning as he pops one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling on the perked bud like a newborn.

this gets you to release a moan, the sound so hot and so real, unlike the overdramatic sounds satoru had heard on the various porn videos he'd watched before to practise for this moment.

and the effect it had on him was clear.

within moments, your boyfriend's pretty face was buried between your legs, his tongue just ruthless as it lapped and slurped at your sopping folds. he didn't have a technique, really. he was just hungry. hungry for you (and your sweet cunt.)

"ah! s-slow down, toru— fuck!" you cried helplessly, your thighs clamping shut around his head as he continued to vigorously devour you. he found your clit so inhumanly fast, and his hot mouth was latched on to the puffy little bud like his life depended on it.

"sorry, sweet girl, can't." satoru whined quietly against your flesh, his voice muffled between each desperate lick of his tongue. "tastes too good."

you can't remember the last time a partner ate you out this good. most of your previous flings didn't even like doing it at all — maybe even considered it a chore. but not satoru gojo.

maybe loserboys just do it best after all.

he had you falling apart in record time, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave as your entire body convulsed against the sheets. you vaguely registered satoru talking you through it somewhere nearby, but your vision was too pleasantly hazy to make him out.

"you're so fuckin' sexy when you cum. god, i need to be inside you." satoru groaned wantonly, hastily shoving his sweatpants down his hips in one swift movement and revealing his considerably tented boxers, already darkened with a patch of pre-cum.

wait, hold on a minute...

"you have digimon boxers too? seriously, sato— oh."

oh, indeed.

satoru grinned smugly, both rows of his pearly whites on full display as he observed the way your words trailed off when he shucked his boxers and allowed his throbbing, obscenely long cock to slap against his stomach.

"ready, baby?" he chuckled pridefully, pumping his leaking dick with his fist a few times just to see the way your widened eyes followed the movement. "for your next orgasm, i wanna make you squirt."

SUGURU GETO — THE SCHOOL LIBRARIAN!

no one knew quite how it had happened — how you, the popular captain of the cheerleading team, ended up dating suguru geto, the quiet school librarian who spent most of his time meticulously organizing bookshelves.

but however it may have come to pass, being with suguru has changed your life for the better (in multiple ways). he's sweet, considerate, and despite how much he enjoys ranting about vintage russian literature, still makes an effort to be interested in your hobbies too.

oh, and also, he's the best lay you've ever had.

you wouldn't know it by looking at him; the reserved boy who always wears knitted sweaters and a pair of dark-framed glasses, but saying suguru geto knows a thing or two about how to pleasure another person would be a severe understatement.

and that's why he currently has you splayed across one of the desks at the very back of the library, legs spread wide and cheerleading skirt bunched up above your waist while he fingers you like a damn expert.

"you like that, baby?" suguru coos as he brushes some sweaty hair behind your ear with his free hand, the other still occupied with being knuckles-deep inside your dripping cunt.

"y-yeahh, sugu." you keen in response, hips weakly bucking up into his hand in search of more friction. you always got like this after a long cheerleading practise, body tightly wound up and in need of release which your boyfriend was more than happy to supply.

suguru smiles at this, his lips pulling up in a way that makes him look like the cat who got the canary as he continues to thrust his fingers up into your gummy walls, effortlessly locating that sweet, spongy spot deep inside of you.

"a-ah! right there. right theree." you cry softly, gripping onto the edges of the wooden desk for dear life as he pleasures you like it's his only purpose in life, your entire body jostling with the sheer force of each of his movements.

he chuckles deeply at your wantonness, the way his thumb gently caresses your flushed cheek creating an ironic contrast to the way his fingers pick up in pace, curling in a way he knows will drive you crazy. "mhm. right here, pretty?"

a strangled squeal escapes your lips as the tips of his digits rub against your sensitive g spot, your hips now moving more desperately against his hand as if you're not even in control of them anymore. "yes, yes, yes!"

it's not long before you're falling apart, spraying the entire desk with your translucent juices while your boyfriend croons sweet praises against the shell of your ear and tenderly strokes through the back of your hair.

"now. . . are you going to be good girl and keep quiet for me?" suguru purrs in that deep, velvety tone of his as he unbuckles his belt while admiring your fucked-out expression. "can't have anyone else hearing your pretty moans while i'm pounding you into the bookshelf, hmm?"

it never fails to surprise you how quickly he can switch up, from kind and encouraging to firm and demanding in a matter of moments. however, it doesn't bother you in the slightest — in fact, you can't help but adore how much it keeps you on your toes.

however, it goes without saying that you don't keep very quiet at all once suguru is mercilessly shoving his thick cock into your quivering pussy from behind, squashing your face against the spines of the books in front of you with each rough thrust.

shaking his head fondly, suguru ends up having to clamp a hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your obscenely loud sounds just in case any other students happen to stumble into the library.

maybe the old saying was right after all; it's always the quietest boys who make you scream the loudest.

TOJI FUSHIGURO — THE JOBLESS BUM!

technically, toji fushiguro can't even be classified as a loserboy anymore. after all, he's a fully grown man now (but still has nothing to show for it.)

he's more than a decade older than you and yet somehow you're the one in the relationship who's employed; if he wasn't dating you, he probably wouldn't even be able to afford food for himself, as pathetic as that sounds.

not to mention, he definitely didn't think things through when choosing to date you of all people. saying you're out of his league would be a severe understatement — you're young, pretty, resourceful, and you love buying things for yourself that he could never even dream of affording.

it seems like every week you have a new designer bag, dress or pair of shoes. and as much as he enjoys seeing you model them for him, it makes him feel like a piece of shit because he can't offer to foot the bill for you like a good boyfriend should.

so, he has to find other ways to keep you satisfied that don't involve necklaces that cost more money than he's ever laid eyes on in his entire life.

which is how we arrive at the one thing toji fushiguro is unarguably good at: fucking.

not making love, but fucking. (not to say that he doesn't love you, because of course he does! he just also loves to fuck you like he hates you.)

so that's how you find yourself face down ass up on his bed once again, your brand new fancy dress carelessly shoved up to give your boyfriend easier access to your pretty pussy.

he always eats you out like it's the last time he'll ever get to, and maybe for him, it feels like it is. because deep down, he's convinced soon enough you'll realize what a damn loser he is and ditch him for someone with more going for them.

"mmf... so good, toji." you sigh hazily, eyes half-lidded as you succumb to the pleasure he's giving you. toji thinks you always moan so sweetly for him; it'll be a shame if anyone else ever gets to hear it — but he'd be naïve to believe that you'll stick with him forever when you could do infinitely better.

once you reach your inevitable release, you slowly blink at him over your shoulder and ask to return the favour like you always do. but he simply waves you off, grumbling his usual excuse that "you do enough work as it is" and distracting you by rubbing his pudgy cockhead along your folds.

you keen, but reach behind you to gently halt his movements, whispering out a quiet but sincere "i love you. you know that, right?" fuck. how do you always manage to read him so well? it's like you knew exactly what was going through his head and what he needed to hear, too.

toji grunts out some non-committal answer, not willing to let on just how much hearing those words from you affects him. he can tell you mean it, which works to ease his doubts somewhat — but they still linger in the back of his mind.

shaking the thoughts off, he starts to ease himself into your sopping entrance inch by inch, focusing on the heavenly feel of your warm, tight little cunt around him rather than these pesky feelings.

"well, maybe y'shouldn't," toji mutters gruffly as he pulls himself all the way out, only to thrust harshly back in and earn a yelp from your lips in response. "you deserve a lot better than me, dollface."

"well— ah! — i don't want anyone other than you, toji," you huff out, digging your fingers into the softness of the pillow to keep yourself grounded as he starts to pound into you. "and i don't care if you don't have a job. i still love you anyway."

he releases a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl at your words, his speed quickly becoming as ruthless as usual. it's not his fault, really; he just can't hold himself back once he gets inside you. "shit— baby, you can't just say stuff like that." he rasps out.

"why not? it's true." you counter breathlessly.

and it is. because no matter how much of a loser your boyfriend may be, you love him to pieces. oh, and not to mention, you doubt you could find anyone else who fucks you even half as good as he does.

this point is only proved when you both reach your climaxes in record time, collapsing together in a sweaty and sated heap atop the sheets. and with toji's goopy cum slowly drooling out of your abused cunt and his burly arms wrapping around your waist, you think there's nowhere else you'd rather be than in the warm embrace of your loser.

CHOSO KAMO — THE SCIENCE TUTOR!

you first met choso kamo when he was hired by your rich parents to become your science tutor. it was the class you struggled with the most, the one that was ruining your set of perfect grades. and they just couldn't have that!

unfortunately, it didn't quite go the way they expected.

because when you opened the door to be greeted by the sight of the pretty boy standing before you — all fiddly hands, messy black pigtails and dark eyes staring down at his chunky boots, you knew you just had to have him.

and have him you did.

the two of you have been dating for a few weeks now, but to your surprise, choso hasn't tried to initiate anything with you past kissing. i mean, you knew he was a little shy, but you figured he'd be eager to get into your pants given the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren't paying attention.

when you finally decide to ask him about it, his cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink, and he blinks owlishly at you for a good few moments before he manages to gather the courage to stammer out a reply. "i-i haven't... i've never—"

"—oh. i get it. are you a virgin, cho?"

choso nods almost shamefully, nervously tugging at the sleeves of his shirt as he avoids making direct eye contact with you. the reason he hasn't tried going all the way with you isn't for the lack of desire to, but rather because he fears he won't be good enough for you.

i mean, you're you. so... pretty, perfect and undoubtedly an expert at this sort of thing. whereas choso's never even touched another person before. what if you're put off by his inexperience? or worse, what if you break up with him because of it?

"hey. calm down, baby," you coo softly, reaching out to take both of his clammy hands in yours and giving them a comforting squeeze. "i don't care if you've never had sex before."

choso's eyes widen comically at this, his head snapping back up to check your expression for any sign of deception. but when he doesn't find any, his shoulders sag slightly in relief and he releases a breath he didn't realize he had been holding since this conversation began. "o-oh, okay. that's good."

you smile warmly, running the tips of your fingers over his sweaty palms and admiring the way goosebumps visibly start rising just below the sleeves of his shirt as a result. "if you don't wanna go that far yet, we don't have—"

"no!" choso practically yelps, the blush spreading down his pale neck as he realizes just how desperate he must sound. god, he's such a loser. he has no idea why you even like him, but he isn't about to start complaining anytime soon. "i-i wanna go that far today. with you."

your oversensitive boyfriend ends up cumming twice from just your hand; once from a single press of your thumb against his leaking tip, the other from just a few pumps of your fist. he apologizes profusely each time even though you repeatedly assure him that it was supposed to happen.

it takes you a while to fully sink down onto his lap, the size of his cock just monstrous compared to the rest of his fairly scrawny body. you guess that old saying about quiet boys having the biggest dicks does has some truth to it after all.

choso lets out a strangled mewl once your hips become flush with his, and it isn't long before he's rutting up into you like an animal in heat, as if he isn't even in control of his own body's movements anymore.

the first time he orgasms, he fills your little pussy to the brim with so much of his milky cum that a lot of it leaks out and coats his girthy base in a lewd, glossy ring. but the second, third and fourth times he orgasms? he's shooting blanks.

he's so overstimulated by now that his cock is aching almost painfully, but he can't stop yet — because he still hasn't managed to make you reach even a single climax of your own because he keeps cumming after just a few thrusts into your snug cunt.

eventually, with you guiding him how to hold your hips and bounce your pliant body on his lap just right, you end up falling apart on top of him. choso finds the mere sight so beautiful that it somehow manages to make his needy cock harden inside of you all over again.

and when he whimpers out "can you do that for me again, pretty girl? please?" you realize that maybe dating a loserboy was the best possible choice you could've made.

RYOMEN SUKUNA — THE DEADBEAT STONER!

ryomen sukuna is the biggest loser you've ever met. (and he's also your boyfriend.)

it happened quite unconventionally — when you met him, he was a drug dealer, and your relationship began with you occasionally buying weed from him. but over time, it turned into 'a plug and his favourite customer who frequently hookup together at his shitty apartment.'

and while he may have a pretty pathetic lifestyle, there's no denying how attractive this man is, with his messy pink hair and strangely alluring dark tattoos. oh, and his dick game? legendary.

you could never quite stop yourself from falling back into his bed over and over again, until the walls of your pussy probably remembered the outline of every curve and vein of his cock from the amount of times it had been in there.

eventually, the two of you decided to make it official. sukuna actually ended up quitting his job as a plug so he could spend more time with you, though that doesn't mean he quit the drugs, of course.

he's smoking a joint right now as he watches you grind against his lap, his crimson gaze half-lidded as the pleasant high washes over him. his burly arms are resting leisurely behind his head, visibly not giving a damn about helping you out.

"ryooo," you huff with a pout pushing at your lower lip, your weak hips unable to build up enough friction to make yourself feel pleasurable on your own. you've lost track of what round this is by now, but your body is definitely too exhausted to properly bounce on his cock right now. "help me. please?"

sukuna huffs deeply as if this is the most inconvenienced he's been all day, but nevertheless wraps a lazy hand around the side of your hip to guide you up and down his length. "tch. damn girl, can't even ride me right. should see if one of my old customers can do better."

"you dick!" you gasp dramatically, clutching a hand over your heart in a display of theatrical betrayal. you move to pull yourself off of his lap, but his strong hand effortlessly keeps you anchored in place.

"calm down, baby," sukuna grumbles with a roll of his eyes, but his upper lip twitches slightly in subtle amusement that you know him too well to miss. "y'know i'm just kidding. none of 'em could take me better than you do."

at this, you smile a little, not resisting when he starts to guide your body into a steady rhythm again. sukuna always tends to accidentally say sweet things to you when he's high and then proceeds to deny them the next morning — tonight is clearly no exception.

"yeah, yeahhh," he groans as you start to move on your own at the pace he set, throwing his head back in bliss from both the drugs and the feel of your heavenly cunt dragging up and down against his cock. "jus' like that, pretty."

it's not long before you're both falling apart for the umpteenth time tonight, and sukuna puts out the shrivelled up blunt on the bedside table before carelessly tossing the rolled paper over his shoulder and flipping your spent body around so you're splayed beneath him.

"weed has a shitty aftertaste," he mutters under his breath, easily spreading your still-trembling legs and making room for himself between them as he looks up at you with a wicked grin. "needa wash my mouth out with somethin' sweet."

ryomen sukuna may be a complete loser, but you'll be damned if dating him doesn't have its perks.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

So I

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your casual arrangement turns a bit too serious.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

There’s a knock at the door. You huff as you don’t need to look through the peep hole to know who it is. No buzzer but he always finds a way. 

You pick up your phone and open the chat, ‘told you I’m tired.’ 

The little check mark flicks down. Read. No reply comes, only another knock on the door. 

‘Long day.’ You send another message. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. 

“You really want me to knock the door down?” Bucky chuckles through the wood. 

You inhale and roll yourself off the couch. You drop the phone on the square end table as you pass and drag your feet to the door. You lean on the inside and yawn as loudly as you can. 

“It’s after curfew,” you jeer. He wiggles the handle. “Go home.” 

“You’re gonna leave me out here like a stray cat? Come on. I came all the way down here,” he pleads. 

You turn your back to the door and shrug, “told you not to. Besides, not all of us have a soft spot for alley cats.” 

“Alpine is not an ally cat. Come on, I brought beer.” 

You scoff, “thought that piss didn’t do anything for ya?” 

“No, but it makes you a lot of fun.” 

You huff and push off the door. You turn and slide back the chain. You flip the lock back and open up. You arch a brow at your uninvited guested. 

“Thank you,” you trill and grab the six pack from him. He catches the door before you can swing it shut. He tuts and steps forward, pushing his elbow into the wood until you let it go. 

“Don’t play games. You know, I can tell when you’re in need of a good fucking. You don’t send any emojis.” He snaps the door shut behind him as you retreat with your prize. 

“Or maybe I was trying to get you to stop texting so I could enjoy my new toy in peace. Ever think of that. Sometimes It's about efficiency, not passion.” 

“Passion?” He scoffs as leans a hand on the wall and lifts a foot to undo his boot. 

“Probably not the right word for this,” you free a can from the plastic rings and shove the rest in the fridge. 

“You and your goddamn toys. Let me guess, this one has blue tooth.” 

“Does yours?” You strut out of the kitchen and flick his arm in passing. 

“No but it’s got all the features you need and you know it.” He taps your ass before you can elude him. 

You crack the can of beer and take a deep gulp. The TV continues to blare the reality show retrospective you’ve been feeding your time to. You flop on the couch and sigh. You suck down the grainy brew and swallow a gulp before it can escape your throat. 

Bucky looms behind the couch and grips the back. He leans over you. “How many of those until those hideous pajamas come off?” 

“Ha? What? You don’t wanna fuck me in my Spongebob jammies? They’re vintage.” 

He snorts, “you really are good a killing the mood, aren’t you?” 

“You’re a real Squidward sometimes, you know that?” You slurp another mouthful. 

“I have no idea what that is,” he says flatly as he tickles along your shoulder. 

You hate it. You hate him. Just a touch and you’re ready to go. Minutes ago, you were ready to pass out but now you’re wide awake. And fucking horny. 

“BPM going up, body temperature rising,” he runs his vibranium knuckles along your cheek and you wince away from him. 

“I hate when you do that.” You pull away and stand, plunking down the can. You huff and peel off your tank top. “I have an interview for a promotion tomorrow so hurry up.” 

“Romantic? Do you still wanna use the new toy? You know I don’t mind filling your mouth when you get like this.” 

You stick your tongue out at him and point to the bedroom. He rolls his eyes and strides off. You pause the television and take another swig of beer. You need to sleep and he’s good at fucking you into a coma. 

As you reach the bedroom, he’s already naked. His broad shoulders are etched in scars, the left one mottled with aged burns along the border of vibranium. His muscles cord down along his rib cage and sides.

A year ago, you would never expect a man like this to be standing naked in your bedroom. A super soldier. Bucky Barnes. 

He turns to you and wiggles the little square between his two fingers. The wrapped condom reflects the overhead light with its flashy packaging. He flexes his chest as you reach to undo your bra. 

“Should I pop it on now or can I get a taste first?” He asks with a flick of his tongue. 

You march to him and swipe the condom from his grasp. You jab his chest and he staggers back to the bed, his legs pressing against the frame. He teeters as he smirks down at you. 

“I’ll give you a ride, cowboy.” 

He falls back and spreads his arms wide. The bed squeaks beneath his weight. You push down your pajama pants and climb over him. You toss the mattress to the top of the bed as you raise yourself on your knees, hovering over his head as his thick hair fans out beneath.

He turns to graze his beard against your thigh. You purr and lower yourself to smother him in your cunt. He hums and laps at you eagerly. 

Mmm. This is exactly the stress relief you need. 

[joelmillers-whore]

Fuck Me Like You Mean It

summary: a miserable time out at a club turns into quite the night when you run into someone you least expected to see. 

word count: 4.9k

series or one-shot

warnings: SMUT, explicit 18+, MDNI, no outbreak, dbf!joel x f!reader, dark!joel, spanking, dubious consent at times, voyeurism, exhibitionism i guess, dirty talking, language, joel calling reader a cock slut, slightly creepy joel, unspecified age gap, daddy kink, brat tamer joel, hand job for a second, manhandling, dominant joel, oral (female and male receiving), semi-public sex, bathroom sex, jealousy if you squint. as always, if i missed something, please let me know. 

you are responsible for the content that you consume. please read the warnings before continuing with this fic. enjoy babes. 

A/N: i am so sorry firstly for teasing you all with snippets of this one-shot and then just not posting it lol, life has been a little chaotic, to say the least and i was just feeling so uninspired to finish it (literally i do this to myself). but so many of you loved the little teaser i posted and i couldn’t just not give ya’ll some delicious dbf!joel. so, here it is. 

ALSO, a huge thank you and shoutout to kylee @hellishjoel for reading and beta-ing this for me, i love you and your freakouts were so valid haha. forehead kisses.

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The pungent stench of sweat curled around your nose, setting your already overstimulated nerves into hyperdrive. Possessive hands pawed at your hips, urging you back into their body, into their growing stiffness. 

Normally, you’d be all for it. The game. Going out each weekend, getting shitfaced with your best friend, entertaining men who you would otherwise have no interest in just to see them work for a moment of your attention. 

But not tonight, tonight you’d had enough of it all. The handsy men, the unrhythmic and too-loud music, and just the whole played-out scene really. There wasn’t anything to get excited about anymore, each weekend blurring into the same version of the last, and the one before that. 

It was boring and you couldn’t tolerate the lacklustre men around you for much longer. So, twisting out of the weak grip of the twenty-something you had been dancing with all this time, you abandoned them and your friend who reeked of desperation. 

She’d hounded you all week to go out to a club, hoping to get laid, vetoing your suggestion to just get drunk and find someone at a bar. Now, you were at a seedy club downtown, getting groped from every angle by mediocre-looking men who smelled of too much Axe body spray and sweat. 

The mere thought of the combination curdled your stomach, propelling you deeper into the club and all the way to the bar. You thought that alcohol might right your foul mood, your skin already pricking with annoyance at your current circumstances. 

Getting to the bar, it was as packed as you had been imagining. Everyone was contending for the bartender’s attention, demanding drinks that you were sure were as watered-down as your first shot had been. 

You sighed, wondering why you had let your friend talk you into coming out tonight, when it was the last thing in the world you wanted to be doing. 

Lack of desire for the club had turned into plain boredom now, every ounce of your body thrumming with the longing to escape. But you’d never just up and leave your friend, no matter how much you wanted to. You’d just have to grin and bear it. 

Tapping your finger along to the music, that wasn’t even good, the slow and melodic electronic music nearly putting you to sleep, you waited for your drink. Finally getting your drink from the bartender, you slurped it down, hoping the subtle sting of the alcohol would wake you up, and trigger something to make your night more enjoyable. 

You began to walk back to where you had left your friend, deciding to scoop her drunk ass up and take her back with you to your place to call it a night at... you checked your phone, a pathetic ten-thirty. But you stopped in your tracks when something caught your eye, or rather someone. 

Turning your head toward the seated area, which basically served as the VIP section without actually having the name, because there was nothing special about it. Old red velvet couches that had seen better days and probably had every fluid known to man seeped into the cushions, and wobbly tables that were smattered with decade-old stains. 

You squinted your eyes, the stage lights blinding you as you put a hand up, shielding your eyes as you attempted to make out a vaguely familiar shape that was sitting in said area. You took a tentative step forward, thinking that your eyes were deceiving you, the wild lights making you see things. Because there was no fucking way that you were actually seeing what you were seeing, no fucking way. 

Your eyes bulged out of your head at the sight. Your dad’s neighbour, Joel Miller, was sitting on one of the couches, a beer in one hand, his other hand disappearing below the cut of the table. Your eyes followed his hand, trailing down the length of him until they snagged on the back of someone's legs, kneeling below the table. 

Your lips parted slightly, completely caught off guard by what you were seeing. You were watching your dad’s neighbour— or better yet, his best friend, get sucked off at a club. Feeling your face heat, you looked away, embarrassment coating your skin. 

Your stomach lurched, turning with nausea and something else, your skin pricking with sweat as you glanced back up at Joel, meeting his already waiting eyes. Those chocolate brown orbs were blown, wide, and ghosting with surprise as he raked them over the expanse of you. 

His face glowed in the low light of the club, the flashing lights dancing and snagging your gaze to his lustful expression. The way that his eyes were heavy-lidded, the slight sheen that coated his brow, and the way that his chest rose and fell excessively. 

It was a scene that you couldn’t look away from, even though you wanted to. You wanted to get out of there and go... well, you didn’t exactly know. The longer that Joel’s eyes held yours, the more you felt yourself being drawn into his orbit, his world. Your chest began rising and falling in time with his own, and a dull throbbing began in your cunt, surprising you completely. 

You didn’t think that you’d be this kind of person, someone who was turned on by watching other people having sex. But you also couldn’t deny or explain the influx of wetness that saturated your panties. 

You awkwardly clenched your thighs, rubbing them together to ease some of the pressure you felt. Joel’s stare burned into you, causing your heartbeat to thrum erratically in your throat.

You felt sick and depraved and like you should be anywhere else in the world, but another part of yourself couldn’t look away, because you didn’t want to. 

You wanted to see Joel fall apart right in front of you, to see him burst at the seams and devolve into a fit of pleasure right before your eyes. And like you had wished it into existence, you watched as he tipped his head back, snapping his eyes closed, his whole body convulsing as he came. You’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a beautiful sight to behold. 

Another gush of your own arousal leaked out of you, sticking the thin material of your panties flush against your cunt, rubbing against your already swollen clit. Fuck, you felt too hot and you needed to cool down, maybe splash some water on your face. 

Ducking out of Joel’s line of sight, you headed past the winding staircase, down a rather dark hallway, and toward a couple of heavy-set doors that housed the bathrooms. There weren’t many people around, only a few bodies scattered throughout the hall. 

Couples made out in the dark and you may or may not have seen a drug deal going down. But none of that mattered now, the only thing you needed to do was close yourself into a stall and try to get your hormones under control. 

Even though the thud of the music carried all the way down the hall, you could still hear a rhythmic thump of someone stomping in your direction. You turned on your heels, anxious to see who it was. Before you could even blink, strong arms shoved you past one of the steel doors, locking it behind you, before planting you against it on the other side. 

Your eyes trailed their broad and expansive chest, cresting at their salt and pepper beard and mustache, and settling on their sinful eyes. Eyes you had just been staring into moments before. It was Joel. Shock and something lustful coasted through you, sending a shiver of pleasure up your spine. 

Joel’s face was inches from yours, his breathing mingling with your own, the heady scent of beer invaded your nostrils. His eyes dipped to your lips and then lazily dragged back to your eyes. His hands were resting on your hips, keeping you between the door and his body, caging you in. 

“What’re you doing?”, you asked, swallowing thickly, trying to avoid his eyes. 

“What’s it look like ‘m doing?”, he replied, his Southern drawl coming out as thick as honey, making your thighs snap together. 

You shook your head gingerly, “Dunno...”. 

His lips quirked up, a sinister smirk plastered on his face, “Turn around”. His voice was gruff and assertive, making you quiver at the tone. 

You were stunned into silence, your mouth opening and closing like you were trying to catch flies, surprised by his forwardness. 

“What—”, you started. 

You couldn’t even catch your breath before Joel’s rough grip grabbed your arms, turning you around in his hold and pressing your front against the edge of the sink, basically bending you in half so that your ass was facing him, on full display. 

“This fuckin’ dress”, he mumbled behind you, fisting the material and tugging it up, bunching it around your waist, leaving your ass bare save for your drenched thong. “Wanted to fucking rip it off of ya”. 

You whined, pushing your ass toward him, your body completely under his spell, his raspy voice suddenly fulfilling every dirty fantasy you’d ever had about this man. It wasn’t as if he was unattractive by any stretch of the word, he was ruggedly attractive even. 

Your mind couldn’t concentrate on your thoughts of how attractive Joel was before a stinging slap came down on your bare ass cheek. You craned your neck, as best you could, but you felt another quick sting, forcing you to remain in the position you were in. 

“Fuck—”, you half-whined, half-mewled, both turned on and pissed off at the same time. “You can’t just—”. 

Another slap, harder this time, causing your body to jolt and instinctively wiggle away from the pain. 

“I can—”, Joel groaned, another full-palm slap on your ass, probably leaving a large, red imprint there. “And I will”. 

Joel’s other hand was pressing down on your back, pushing your face further and further toward the porcelain sink that wasn’t as white as it probably had been once upon a time. It made your stomach revolt against you, the combination of cigarette ash and week-old vomit was not the most pleasant scent. 

You felt Joel’s hand slip away from your ass, his fingers trailing over the back of your exposed legs, moving lower and lower. You attempted to look behind you again, his body not crowding you anymore.

When you did manage to sneak a peek, he was lowering himself onto his knees, spreading your legs farther apart by the back of your knees. 

Your eyes went wide, “What- what are you doing, Mr. Miller?”. 

Joel rolled his eyes, nipping at your sore ass cheek, causing you to jump. “So many goddamn questions”. 

You muttered something incoherent, a protest of some sort, but Joel wouldn’t hear it, only ignoring you and continuing on his mission. He pulled your deep red thong to the side, the chilled air in the bathroom hitting your exposed clit deliciously. 

“Mm, my favourite colour”, he groaned. 

You shook like a leaf as you awaited what came next, feeling Joel’s harsh breath closing in on your pussy, the anticipation actually killing you. It was like a shock to your system, the feel of his warm mouth suctioning to your lips, sucking and licking like he had been deprived all this time. 

Your hips pressed back into him, involuntarily chasing the sensation, the friction, the high. The brash feel of Joel’s beard tickled you, circling your entrance like a shark would its dinner. He licked along your folds, fucking his girthy tongue into your hole as he spread your cheeks further apart, stretching you painfully with the size of it. 

You were a moaning mess, hands strangling the edge of the sink, as you held on for dear life. Searing pleasure gripped your lower stomach, throttling your insides as Joel picked up his pace, helping you to your orgasm.

It came over you suddenly and violently, making you shake as you clenched your eyes shut, rocking back into him as light burst behind your eyes, making your body sweat and tingle with the aftershocks. 

You felt Joel move to stand, palming the flesh of your ass cheeks with both his hands as you took this opportunity to catch your breath. Your chest heaved as you lay virtually flat against the sink, your breasts squishing down painfully. 

Lightheaded and completely fucked out, you hadn’t even been aware that Joel’s hands were on you again, manhandling you so that you were turned around, facing him. He roughly gripped the hem of your dress, yanking the material down, your breasts popping out of their constraints. 

“D’you like what you saw earlier?”, Joel asked, his voice dropping an octave, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. “Hmm? Was that sweet lil’ pussy weeping for me while I was getting blown?”. 

Your mind was clouded, a fog settling over each neuron, slowing down your capacity to think and speak, let alone to respond to him. You nodded your head, moaning in his ear, rubbing your jaw along his own, scraping your skin over his patchy beard. 

“Fuck”, he groaned, rutting his hardened bulge into your thigh, creating succulent friction for himself while you leaned back, taking it. “I almost blew my load when I saw that you were watching me, gettin�� off on seeing that”. 

You dropped your head to his shoulder, your mind still stuck in that post-orgasm haze. 

Joel gripped your chin in his fingers, tipping your head up so that your eyes were locked with his, “Eyes on me, darlin’. I ain’t finished with you yet”. 

You nodded again, your breathing coming out rushed as you gulped down heaps of air, filling your lungs, eyes locked on Joel’s. Your lids were heavy, vision clouded as Joel leaned forward, lips grazing yours. 

His teeth came down on your bottom lip, suddenly, making you yelp. The pressure was light, not as hard as you were expecting, not as hard as a part of you wanted. Joel groaned, his hands roaming all over you. Your hips, your stomach, your ass. 

Your hands raked up and down Joel’s chest, steadying yourself with the feeling of the coarse material underneath your palms. Your gaze flicked down to his buttoned-up shirt, to the three buttons that were undone, the dense hair on his chest, stippled with grey and white. 

He hummed, his chest rumbling below your fingers as you dipped them under his shirt, weaving through the loose curls, exploring the feel of him. His chest was solid, firm, strong, dependable. A strange wave of calm washed over you, igniting your confidence. 

“No...”, you breathed, your chest heaving, pulling one raspy breath after another from your lungs, “I’m not finished with you yet”. 

Joel’s eyes widened, his mouth parted, his tongue peeking out to swipe over his already glistening lips. A smirk tugged at the edge, his index finger slipping past your bottom lip. You opened wider, allowing his digit to slip into your mouth, the heedy taste of sweat and something sweeter settled on your tongue, your taste buds exploding with the tang of him. 

“Is that so?”, Joel cooed, his voice dripping, oozing with unbridled desire. 

He pushed his digit deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat roughly. The intrusion was sudden, making your eyes snap shut as you tried your best to keep it together, to not give Joel the reaction he was looking for. But you gagged, all the same, drool pooling and dribbling out of the corner of your mouth.

You heard Joel click his teeth, a disappointed tsk coming from deep in his chest as he tried again, this time gripping your chin with his other hand, making sure you opened wide for him. 

“Come on, you can do better than that...”, he mused, his middle finger accompanying his index, sliding them deeper and deeper down your throat, until you couldn’t do anything but take it, the will to fight against the shock to your system fading quickly. “Show Daddy how much you want to suck his cock”. 

Your pussy began to thrum rapidly, your slick running down your inner thighs, making them sticky, making you even more of a mess than you already felt. You moaned around Joel’s fingers, sucking and bobbing your head along them as best as you could. 

His hand dropped from your chin to rub at your peaked and sensitive nipples, playing with them, distracting you from what you were doing. It was maddening, the sensation, the tweaking, the way he chuckled under his breath when you stuttered around him, groaning every time you took him deeper. 

He pinched your right nipple harder, twisting it, “Keep going, baby”. 

That was all the reminder that you needed. You shifted your focus back, inhaling through your nose deeply, taking his fingers down more, more, more. Tears bubbled along your waterline, making your vision of Joel blurry, and unfocused. 

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, a thin line of your saliva still attaching you to him. Your attention was focused on the strand until it broke, your gaze sliding up Joel’s face, past his greying and patchy beard, his full, plump lips, and settling on his burning eyes. 

“Are you ready for Daddy’s cock now? Hm?”, he asked, in an almost mocking tone. 

You nodded, still a little dazed, still a little flustered. He grabbed your chin forcefully, his grip tight as he angled your head up, your eyes downcast as you kept them locked with his. 

“Tell me you want it, darlin’”, Joel’s face was inches from yours, his lips so close that you could push up on your toes and kiss him, feel them against you, but you didn’t, not yet. “Tell me you need it”. 

“I-I need it...”, you said, low. Joel’s brow raised, urging you to continue, “Daddy...”, you whined, your hips grinding into his thigh absentmindedly. 

Joel nodded, his pupils blown out, gleaming with lust and dark intent. You watched as his hands dragged across his stomach, sliding down farther and farther, resting above his belt. 

“Can I...”, you trailed off, preoccupied by his massive bulge, the way that it twitched in his jeans, practically punching a hole through them. 

Joel smirked, “Yeah, go ahead, baby”. His breathing was stunted, coming out in shallow pants as he anticipated you finally touching him. 

You reached out, hands dangling loosely on his hips, thumb rubbing along his zipper. You heard Joel’s breathing hitch above you, and you smirked. So, he was just as affected as you were... interesting. 

Holding in a breath, you tentatively searched his eyes a last time, he nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving you. You sank to your knees, Joel’s hand darting out to grab your arm, stabilizing you as you lowered yourself fully. 

You looked up at him through your full lashes, trapping him with your stare as you undid his jeans, slowly, with purpose. Your heart hammered in your chest, your mouth already filled with saliva as you awaited what you anticipated to be a huge cock. 

You couldn’t believe that you were on your knees, wrestling with Joel’s belt as he stood over you, towering over you, when just the other day he was helping your Dad change the oil in your car. 

Your Dad hadn’t been any the wiser to the way you had been ogling his neighbour and best friend the entire time. How you traced every bead of sweat that presented on his brow, how you watched intensely as his back muscles contracted under his plain black t-shirt every time he bent over the hood of the car, making you bite your lip as you imagined all the ways he could bend you over that hood and rail you into oblivion. 

You had focused on his dirty fingers, how meticulous and deft they were as they tinkled with the fine parts inside of your car, how filthy they were, covered in inky black smears. You felt like you were in heat, completely turned on by normal, everyday things, something as simple as a man— who again, was old enough to be your Dad, helping your actual father tune up your car. 

Pulling Joel’s zipper down, his black briefs hugged the shape of his cock, the fleecy material moulding his straining member beautifully. Your mouth watered at the sight, the size of him, the way that he smelled, even before you pulled him out of his underwear. 

You couldn’t help yourself, you needed to taste him then, immediately. Your core fluttered as you inched forward, hands wrapping around his thick, sturdy thighs, your nose burying deep into his hardened flesh, inhaling his intoxicating scent. And it was intoxicating. 

Your head was already swimming, your lips rubbing up and down his shaft, tongue licking his clothed cock. His musky soap took over your senses, the way his heavy scent settled over you, drawing you in deep, your tongue basically lapping at him now. Greedily, hungrily, shamelessly.  

Joel’s hands dropped down to your hair, tangling in it. His hold was painful, bordering on brutal. You couldn’t handle it anymore, being so close and yet not close enough. 

Your hands fumbled with the waistband of his underwear, dragging his pulsating cock out of them, feeling the weight of him in your hand. How warm and supple he was, how heavy and manly it was. 

Wrapping your hand over him, feeling flesh on flesh, skin on skin, warmth flooded your core, arousal seeping from you again. Joel sharply inhaled a breath through his teeth, wincing when you took hold of him. 

You looked up at him through lashed eyes, “What’s wrong?”. 

Joel shook his head, “Cold”. 

You snickered, rubbing your thumb over his slit, making his fists in your hair tighten significantly. In the low light, you could see a glob of something shimmering on his shaft, calling out to you. You took a closer look, realizing that it was lip gloss. Her lip gloss. 

Your gut simmered and boiled as you inspected it, collecting it on your finger and wiping it off on his jeans, practically snarling as you did. 

“She meant nothing, baby”, Joel said, his voice devolving into a groan when you slowly started stroking him. 

You hummed, not completely satisfied with his answer but deciding to let it go for now. He wasn’t yours and you had no say over what or who he did. You tugged harder, angrier, even though you knew it was irrational to get upset over this. 

“I can do it better”, you said, catching yourself off guard with your own words. Joel angled your head up, making you look at him. 

“Show me then”, he mumbled, his eyes glazing over with desire as he watched you intently. 

You sank down lower, face now level with his cock, fingers brushing against the wiry, short hair at the base. You inhaled deeply, inhaled the scent of him— sharp, masculine, heedy. 

He was all man and he was all yours for the moment; his lips parted slightly, his eyes hooded as he looked down at you, his tongue darting out to run along his parched lips, watching you like a hawk, cementing to memory the image of you on your knees for him, his best friend’s little girl hungry for his cock, ready to gag on it and swallow down every bit of his seed until she was choking on it. 

Joel’s cock pulsed under your touch, twitching with anticipation. Your lips quirked up at the edge, satisfied with his reaction to you, even though you hadn’t even started yet. 

You leaned in, planting a sweet kiss on his tip, Joel’s hand flying to your hair, steadying himself as your tongue popped out, running along the underside of his shaft, the feeling so fucking delicious that he would have burst if he hadn’t tugged you away from his cock faster than you could suck him into your mouth. 

“Stop... fucking teasing me...”, Joel breathed out, through clenched teeth, the pain in his voice making you giggle. 

“Okay”, you conceded, rolling your eyes like the fucking brat that you were. 

Joel loosed his grip on your hair significantly, and you pushed on, suckling at his tip, your tongue gliding over the head over and over again, effectively driving him insane— if his noises were any indication of that. 

You took a deep breath through your nose and took more of him, hallowing out your cheeks, covering your teeth with your lips. Spit painted his cock, the smell mixing with the overwhelming scent that was already present in the bathroom. 

You bobbed up and down on Joel’s cock, spurred on by the moans and broken grunts that were coming from him, your name and only your name spilling from his lips. 

“God, you love this cock”, Joel mumbled, loud enough for you to hear, your pussy beginning to throb again. “Don’t ya?”. 

You attempted to nod, opening your throat more for him to slide his length farther down. 

“My little cock slut, huh?”, Joel grunted, his other hand joining the one that was already tangled in your hair, grabbing your head and shoving himself deeper down your throat. 

You lost your rhythm, sputtering around him when you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You closed your eyes, trying to breathe, but Joel wasn’t having any of it. He yanked hard, tipping your head up, your eyes glazed with tears. 

“What did I say? Eyes on me”, he growled, taking over— taking charge of the situation. You gripped his thighs, holding on for dear life, as he used your mouth to get off, not caring in the slightest that you were running out of air. 

Joel’s hips snapped violently as he pushed himself down your throat, groaning at the feel of it hugging his cock, squeezing it like he was fucking your pussy, fluttering every time you swallowed around him. 

He grunted loudly, his tempo becoming stuttered, “What would your Daddy say? Hm? What would he say if saw you right now, your mouth stuffed full of my cock, makeup running down your cheeks?”. 

You moaned around him, eliciting a pained groan from Joel, “Fuck, yeah, ‘s it... you’re doing so well for me”. 

Tears were streaming down your cheeks, your eyes stinging as you blinked them away, swallowing around Joel’s cock periodically, trying to get him to cum.

He was close, you could feel it in the way that he was tensing up, his pace unsteady and rushed, head thrown back as he let the feeling wash over him. It was a sight to behold, your arousal leaking from you as you watched him. 

A loud bang came from the other side of the bathroom door, some muffled shouting. Joel’s head snapped up at the intrusion, his thrusts becoming angrier each time he pulled out of you, only to shove back in harder. 

The banging came again but this time Joel didn’t take his eyes off of you, didn’t want to miss how you reacted when he came down your throat. 

“Want you to swallow it, darlin’. Don’t want you wasting a single drop”. 

You hummed again, a hand reaching for his balls, massaging them in time with his thrusts. A loud grunt was all the warning that you got before Joel spilled his load down your throat, his seed hot as it pooled in your mouth, the taste salty and overwhelming to your senses. 

You swallowed as much of him as you could, delighting in how he shuddered above you as he milked himself into your waiting and open mouth. He stepped back from you, tucking himself back into his jeans, running a hand through his sweat-slick curls. 

A drop of his cum ran down your chin and you didn’t waste a second before you thumbed it, sticking the finger into your mouth and sucking it clean, a lewd pop emitting in the echoing bathroom when you were finished. 

With a hand on the porcelain sink, you got to your feet, adjusting your dress and fixing your hair and makeup in the dirty mirror. You shrugged, not caring how you really looked, the club was dark enough that no one would be the wiser to what had just occurred. You hoped. 

You turned to Joel who still had that look in his eye as he stared at you. 

“What?”, you asked. 

He shook his head, “Nothin’”. Another bang on the door, Joel’s head turned to the noise, his features darkening, “I’m going to knock their fuckin’ head off if they knock one more time”. 

You walked to the door, patting Joel’s chest as you passed him, pulling it open. You stopped before you were all the way through, looking back at Joel. 

You cleared your throat, your voice coming out raspier than usual, “See you around, Mr. Miller”. 

You could have sworn that you saw a touch of a smile ghost his face, but you couldn’t be sure. You left the way you came, traversing the dark hallway and meeting up with your friend who was more than a little drunk. 

You joined the group of them, dancing and grinding for hours. Maybe your night out wasn’t as bad as you had originally thought. You unconsciously scanned the dance floor— the club for the brooding neighbour you had a quickie with in the bathroom, but he was nowhere to be found. 

You shrugged, only mildly disappointed that you were dancing with horny boys rather than the man who had made you see stars over and over again. But you smiled to yourself because you’d see him again, that was a guarantee, and maybe, just maybe he would need to help your Dad fix your car. 

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[jilval]

𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑶 𝑲𝑨𝑴𝑶 — ★ ₊˚masterlist’

None of these fics will have any plot and will just be straight-up porn because I hate writing plot

ヾ ͙ ࣪ ˖ ੭ contains : m!overstimulated, oral, established relationship, sub!choso

ヾ ͙ ࣪ ˖ ੭ note : I love Male overstimulation so much, I hope this was good😭

All my writings will be female reader, race, hair color, eye color, age but will always be over 18, or anything that really describes how a person looks will never be specified

"f-fuck..pleasepleasepleaseeee" choso grabbing a fistful of your hair pushing you further down on his dick while gripping the sheets with his other hand, making his knuckles turn white "stop...please..ha...I can't i can't" the tip of his dick repeatedly touching the back of your throat, your nails digging into his thighs earning a hiss from the man, sweat dripping down his face and the smell of sex filling the room, all of it making choso so overwhelmed and overstimulated begging you to stop but never letting you get a breath from sucking his dick, his upper lip quivering from the stimulation, the sight in front of you making you wetter and wetter, reaching your hand down into your panties rubbing small circles on your clit, you cant even keep count from how many times choso has came, the most pornographic moans falling from his lips, he looks so pretty like this, all the sweat dripping from his face, his pretty eyes rolling back, his beautiful moans, words can't describe how he looks in front of you, his dick slightly twitching in your mouth letting you know he is close to another release, you wish this was the only thing you could see for the rest of time, his eyes rolling back from pleasure, a sight you would never get sick of "m'cumming please m'cumming pleasepleaseplease" bobbing your head up and down on his dick, the sounds of slurping and moans fill the room, choso finally let's go of your hair and places his hand on his mouth to muffle his moans, you never understood why he was embarrassed, you told him plenty of times he sounds so pretty but he never listened, you lifted your head up and a small pop follows, leaving him sit there on the edge of release "nononono please, I can't please..don't stop please" you look up at him seeing the distress on his face "how about you keep your eyes on me and hold my hands hm? no need to hide your pretty moans" you give him a soft smile before reaching your hands out in front of you, he slowly reaches his hands down to yours before taking them in his hands, you sink your head back down on his dick making sure to keep eye contact with him, small little whimpers leaving his lips slowly getting closer to his high once more, bobbing your head up and down building up your speed, small tears falling down his face squeezing your hands tightly "thank you thank you thank you...don't stop please..I love you I love you so much thank you" letting out sobs and bucking his hips forward into your mouth making his dick touch the back of your throat, you start rubbing your thumbs across his hands "m'close please don't stop..baby please don't stop" you speed up you pace slightly before you feel your boyfriend's dick twitch in your mouth shortly followed by thick ropes of cum shooting down your throat, you hold your head still, your nose touching the small hairs at the base of his cock waiting for him to finish "thank you....ha..I love you..please I love you" you lift your head up off of his dick, hands still holding choso "I know you do, I know my pretty baby" a soft smile on your face looking at the man in front of you, he looked beautiful with the sweat making his skin all shiny and his fucked out expression "you did so good my love" he gives you a small smile full of love before squeezing your hand

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Hiiii, just a thought: Poe with an inexperienced reader... there's so many Poe fics out there, but I haven't read this kind of before 🤔

Of course I can do that, Poe's a sweet lad to write that for. <3

Don't be afraid

Poe Dameron x fem!reader

Warnings: P in v, a bit of fluff, nsfw, smut, oral f! receiving, wholesome.

The Resistance was finally able to settle down and get some much needed rest, some were still doing their duties, but most of them were just relaxing. Poe and you were currently in a small cave further away from the temporary camp, ever since you came together there hasn't been a lot of alone time, so you two made the most of it now while everyone got to take a seat back.

Poe was already kissing his way along your jawline, with his hands roaming over your body, snaking their way down to slip underneath your shirt, "You're not uncomfortable here, are you?" He asked, pulling back to look into your eyes.

"No, but can we go a bit slower?" You replied with a concerned face, hoping this wouldn't hurt his feelings.

Poe smiled warmly, "Yeah, of course." His hands immediately slipping out of your shirt as he leaned back in to resume kissing your neck and collarbone. A few moments later Poe pulled back again, "Hold up, are you..." He trailed off but you knew what he was about to say.

You shook your head, "No but I haven't had much experience with this." The heat in your cheeks rose and you tried to hide the creeping blush.

"That's okay." Poe smiled, kissing you softly before he discovered the slight blush on your cheeks, "Look at you, you're blushing!" He cupped your face, nuzzling his nose against yours and grinning from ear to ear, "Am I getting you all heated up, honey?"

"No, it's the planet." You lied, laughing.

"The planet got hot because of me, sweetheart." He grinned, moving his hands to grab your lower back and lowering you slowly but surely backwards on the rocky ground. Some rocks pressed against your back, causing you to shift into a more comfortable spot.

"What's wrong?" Poe asked, leaning over you.

"The ground is hard as hell." You replied, getting comfortable in your new spot.

Poe leaned in close to your ear, whispering "Well, the ground isn't the only thing hard as hell here." you could practically hear the grin in his voice as he said that. He began working on your pants, gently opening them and pulling them down to your thighs. Poe got back on his knees, pulling your pants off and throwing them back before peeling your panties off of you and spreading your legs.

He lowered himself dangerously close to your aching core, his hot breath hitting you "Wanna feel what I'm the best at?"

Poe didn't even gave you time to respond before he went in to lap at you, slurping up your juices.

You instantly folded into him, tangling your fingers into his loose curls, "Oh god, Poe!"

Poe looked up at you, his mouth curling up at the corners before "Keep doing that." Poe moaned, his tongue thrusting into your leaking pussy, making you tug at his hair.

"You're so good at this, Poe..." You moaned, already starting to see stars.

Poe pulled away, admiring the mess he made of you while you let out a needy while at the loss.

"Now you're nicely wet for my cock." He unzipped his pants, pulled his rock hard cock out and positioned himself between your legs.

"Ready for your first time with the hotshot of the Resistance?" He asked, pressing his cockhead against your slippery entrance.

"Yes." You nodded, before Poe pushed his girth inside you with a swift thrust, stretching your channel nicely.

"Fuuck, Poe~" Your eyes lulled back, feeling him move within you.

Poe groaned, pulling back to leave only the tip inside and thrusting back into you, burying himself completely "Such a tight pussy you got there.." He speeded up, hitting your spot with every deep thrust.

"I can feel you getting close." He grunted.

"Mh-mm, yes I am~" You let out a needy whimper as his cock brushed against the spot again, causing you to arch into him as you felt the pleasure swelling up.

"I'm getting close too." Poe grunted, pounting into you, feeling you tightening down more on his cock, "There you go, let that sweet pussy milk my cock, come on."

"Poee, I'm about to cum!" Were the last words before your pussy clamped down, gripping onto Poe like it didn't wanted to let go.

"That's it, here it c-comes.." Poe's hips snapped into you and he came hard, emptying his load inside you. "That was perfect." He murmured, lowering himself to lay on top of you with his face buried in your neck as he pulled out and rolled to the side.

After a while of calming down you broke the silence "Is there wildlife on this planet?" You asked, looking out into the lush-green covered surface.

"We saw some fluffy bird looking things with claws." Poe replied, resting his arms behind his head "They look scary but they are actually quite curious and a bit shy."

"Did you met some?" You looked back at him, getting another blanket from the bag you brought.

"Yeah, those guys came up before you got here, Finn and Chewie brought some pork meat and they showed up." Poe rolled onto his side, seeing you all curled up in the blanket. He couldn't help but smile, "Well, and Finn fed one of those and a minute later there were like 5 of those showing up."

"Oh, they sound like some pretty good company then." You laughed.

Poe snorted, "Yup, until Chewie took the pork with him into the Falcon and locked himself up in there so he could eat in peace." He chuckled.

"Aww, Chewie didn't share with Finn?" You laughed.

"No, Chewie was pissed at Finn and forced him to eat from the supplies." Poe scooted closer to you, "Let me get in there, I wanna cuddle up." He tugged on the blanked.

You chuckled, lifting the blanket for Poe to get under it too and cuddled up to him "You know it's already getting dark right?"

"I know but we can sleep here. We will tell the others we were too drunk to get back. Who knows maybe one of those birds will show up and join us. Or maybe eat us, I dunno." Poe laughed, pulling you close against him.

"Poe!" You smacked his shoulder playfully who only smiled and squeezed you in return as he was about to drift off, "Come on, shut your eyes and get some sleep, sweetcheeks." Poe smiled, running his fingers through your hair.

The gesture made you melt and withing a second, you drifted off into sleep, curled up against Poe, who made you feel warm, loved and safe.

[beiibeiii]

I'm a sucker for reverse isekai, yet I know fully well that none of the hot sugar mommies would find me physically attractive.

So here's a bit of a delusional thought. Once they find out that you're so pathetic for them that you write/read smut of them, they start to find it cute. And who knows, maybe they'll be willing to make your fictional ideas a reality?

I was thinking of Kafka/Yelan/Shalom when making this.

They wouldnt even be shocked they already know how down bad ppl are for them 😞😞

kafka would take your phone and read it out loud, then she would start copying the actions and the words said aloud in the fic. shes ramming you down onto her cock into your soaked little hole, its just so big, like stated in the fic, you can't keep up. your panting and moaning like a bitch in heat as one of hands on your hips guide you up and down her hard dick like a personal fleshlight. the other with your phone in hand, reading out your fic of her. you hands clawing at her shoulders like your life depended on it. she whispers pure filth into your ears with that hot, sultry voice.

"look at you, your pussy swallows my cock so easily baby.. keep going.. you can do it.."

your sobbing, nodding quickly as you let out another whine. your gummy walls just welcome her right in, like you were made for her. kafka sees that creamy ring around the base of her cock as she makes you reach your high once more. your cum leaking out onto her lap despite her stuffed into you. she starts her relentless pace again. the sloppy noises of skin slapping together and your desperate moans heard. shes so rough with you but shes only just making your fantasies come true <3

yelan has you tied up with her hydro ropes. they feel slightly cool, a big contrast to how hot you feel right now. your phone was somewhere on the bedside table. she leaves you on the bed with a vibrator, 'punishing' you for writing such filth. she presses the vibrator down onto clit. making you moan out, begging for more. your back arches so beautifully as your wrists tug on the ropes. it feels so good, your just blabbering out incoherent sentences. shes tease you, making the vibrations the highest level before turning it off the second you feel that knot forming. you whine as she rips yet another high away from you. she smirks and laughs softly at your pouty, desperate face.

"don't look at me like that pretty girl, isn't this what you wanted?"

she continues the cycle over and over again, you rub your thighs together and its so frustrating! maybe you shouldn't of written her teasing you so much. you just want to cum :(

shalom smirks aas she peers over you shoulder, seeing the dirty words on your screen. she whispers into your ears, her hot breath on your ear.

"is that what you really want? you needy girl.."

shalom is down on her knees. you legs are dangling off the bed as her hands hold soft thighs wide open. shalom spits onto your wet cunt, smearing it all over your sex. your body shivers as her slim fingers rub all over your folds. you can't remember how many you've already came. it isn't soon before she's eating you out again at such a merciless pace. who knew such a 'frail' girl was so capable of such things? you throw your head back, moaning. her tongue is soo long. shes got your cum all over her face, shes so messy and sloppy with her tongue. your have a fistful of her hair, tugging her close to your wet hole. her nose rubs at your clit. she keeps eye contact with you as her wet muscle laps at your wet cunt, ripping another erotic moan from you. she sucks on your clit, the slurping noises are so loud. (and hot) your thighs tremble as she gets another orgasm from you. you definitely will not stop writing some more after this long night.

[ariseur]

hey again 👀 soooo you said i should send another ask if i had an idea and diva you said that to the wrong person. i have too many lmao

im stressing that u should write this at your own time! no rush :)

but yeah im actually writing a longform seph/reader fic where the reader is from a southern/appalachian coded town near gongaga. my idea id love to have your spin on is a scene where sephiroth (someone raised on protein powder and spinach probably) gets to try some real southern comfort food that the reader makes for him :). im talking biscuits, fried chicken, some kind of creamy noodle dish, just all the unhealthy savory goodness

he deserves it 🥺

ty for the last request again btw✨💕

“ spread kisses like honey. ”

sephiroth (ffvii) x reader

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omg this has been sitting in my drafts sooo long!! this was really cute and i loved writing it, it reminded me of lucy gray and coriolanus snow from hg hence why i put the title as a lyric from her ballad 💕 always look forward to your requests!! thank you againnn!!

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

you and seph being sickly sweet towards each other, sephiroth being utterly in love with you in his inner monologue, kind of not canon because there are moments where i mention how sephiroth talks to genesis and angeal despite knowing zack and interacting with zack ( which like clashes with the entire point of cc .. but shhh i wanted domesticity ), intended lowercase, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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“you’ve never had this?” you gasped dramatically, your shocked face only to be met with sephiroth’s stoic one. he hesitantly nodded— was that.. a bad thing? did he somehow offend you in some way? the steam that had emitted from the plates below you set on the

“don’t you like pasta?” you asked, still utterly baffled.

he nodded slowly, “is something wrong?” he didn’t understand the confusion. there were a lot of foods he hasn’t tried, isn’t that normal for everyone? you blinked owlishly, lifting up the fork with the pasta noodles stabbed against the metal, the creamy sauce departing from the food in small, slow drips.

“what have you been eating if you’ve never had something as delicious as this?” you muttered, your lips reverting back into a tight ‘o’ as you blew on the fork— before finally slipping it into your mouth. “i’m shocked.” words muffled as you still chewed on your food, at least covering your mouth while you spoke.

sephiroth chuckled amusedly, “we’ve grown up in deeply contrasting places.” he crossed his arms against his chest, watching as you slurped up the pasta with stars in your eyes— occasionally opening your mouth to let the heat escape, soft steam pouring out from the small gap you’ve left while chewing. “still,” said you, “‘s so good.” he could barely make out your voice from how full your mouth was but he still shook his head as he leaned further back in his chair.

closing his eyes, he tilted his head down while he let the strands of snowy hair fell and covered bits of his face, blocking the bright sun even to the darkness beneath his eyelids. sephiroth didn’t pay much mind to the fact that your loud chewing of garlic bread and slurping of buttered food had come to a halt until he felt a strong aroma slip in from under his nostrils, it was only then did he open his eyes to see you holding the fork to his lips.

you held an expectant gaze and he quirked a brow before ultimately leaning forward while he let his eyes rake over the food. it looked a little messy, the sauce dripping over the place as you had ripped a piece of garlic bread off along with it and placed a chunk on the metal twinges of the utensil. he looked up again at you, waiting as you nodded your head and tried to keep your excitement contained. he blew on the fork a little bit before opening his mouth and letting it settle upon the steel. what could one bite do, he asked himself.

but once he had finally tried it, he could’ve dropped dead right then and there. the combination of the salty and savory flavors was perfect, and the way the bread had soaked some of it up too was incredible. sephiroth closed his eyes, letting his jaw work as he let his taste buds be blessed with what was known as your cooking. he had always seen you working your way through the kitchen, using various pots and pans and oils while you zipped around — and when sephiroth had offered help, you simply put a hand up and looked up at him for a split second, trying to simultaneously get the perfect roast as you smiled at him sweetly. that was enough for him.

despite watching you cook a lot ( and the only times he did get to help, he ended up being ordered by you to stand in the corner or measure occasional ingredients ), he had never actually savored something as good as this. being a first class prevented him from doing any good when it came to dinner time, either the timing being too late and you had already gone to bed or you were too tired and he decided not to bother you and he ate something small.

but this, he thought, this was perfection. when it came to you, sephiroth never let his appreciation go silent as he would always thank you or give you sayings of endearment and encouragement. he didn’t have words for this dish, he had never tried anything like it. so in awe, he merely said, “you’ve truly outdone yourself,” as he handed you back the fork. you didn’t mind the simple compliment. it never sounded generic to you when sephiroth would express his gratitude, even when they were mumbled in passing with dragged feet when he had come home from an exasperatingly tiring job, he always made sure to tell you how much he was grateful for you and what you do when he’s away.

he couldn’t wait until he was back at hq to boast to genesis and angeal about how delectable your cooking was. maybe zack, too — although sepiroth had a feeling that the energetic SOLDIER might just end up begging you for food even more. not that you minded, though. you were always so kind, sephiroth didn’t know how you were always able to do it.

“thanks.” you chimed, your voice ever so warm that it made his heart flutter. sephiroth wasn’t exactly what you’d call — expressive. he always held a smooth, cool tone of voice and occasionally threw a sassy remark towards you or genesis, or even that kid zack fair he introduced you to. but you understood his inflection of which he spoke in, you could tell his emotion even when he had entered a room ( and vice versa ). you were one of the most cherished things in sephiroth’s life and it could not go unnoticed.

with his tongue peeking out from between his bottom lip to gather some of the residual flavor that was left behind, his eyes roamed across the table further to more so further treasure your sacrifices ( of both time and food ).

“what’s that over there?” he lifted a finger, almost perfectly manicured despite using his hands excessively in battle, to point over at a small white dish filled with elbow macaroni and a homemade cheese sauce. you turned your head and grinned, reaching over the wooden dining table to grab it and lower the bowl on its side to reveal the contents. “mac ‘n’ cheese,” you replied, “want some?” your eyes seemed to glimmer with more amusement. sephiroth had now developed a new interest in your food and he couldn’t wait to indulge in it.

with the smile and those eyes of yours, how could he say no to one more bite?

𐙚 taglist ; @snoopicle

𐙚 requests are closed — june tenth, 2024

[shintaru]

pls write smut for chris. thank you🔥

This smut goes with the NSFW head canons pt 1

My body look like something you'd eat cakе off | Chris D’Char

m.list ♡ taglist Warnings : long smut fic

Disclaimer this fic is only this long because I tried to add everything from my NSFW head canons. I’ll only make my NSFW head canon smut this long the rest will be somewhat shorter so it’s easier to read.

You came over because Chris texted that he wanted to share his birthday cake with you, when you saw the text you were shocked he doesn’t share food with anyone.

On your way to his house, you hear your phone ring, you pick up your phone and see the call is from Chris and you answer the call “Don’t invite anyone else over, alright? I just want it to be you and me on my birthday just like old times” Chris says. “I won’t tell anyone” you reply “Thank you be safe on your way over here” he says “I will I can’t wait for you to see your gift” you say excitedly “I can’t wait to see it either, I know I said stay safe but please hurry I want you to see my cake before I eat it” he tells you, you laugh and say “alright I’m almost there” and you hang up after you both say bye.

When eating cake with your childhood best friend was the only intention you wondered how you got Into this position, you were spread out naked on his kitchen table covered in chocolate cake and icing with his head in between your thighs eating you out as if it was his last meal one minute you were singing him happy birthday the next you had asked him what his birthday wish was and he told you it was to try out a kink that he’s been dying to try you offered to help to asking what his kink was he told you it was a surprise.

You had been pent up for a long time, unable to get yourself off and you hated hook-up culture so you found yourself having to give up on pleasing yourself and that’s how you got here

With Chris watching your chest fall and rise as your breath hitched from the pleasure, your hands make your way pulling on his orange strands “Charr” you moan his nickname “feels’ so - good gonna cum” You feel your orgasm coming, you begin to wonder if this was his plan all along. To have you covered in his cake spread out for him on his special day.

You’ve noticed the looks he gives you and how overprotective he is of you. Deep down you always knew but you didn’t make a move even though you also had feelings for him. You didn’t want to lose your childhood best friend if things ended badly, so you pretended not to notice his feelings.

“Charr” you cry out loudly “Please be gentle” you plea “It’s too much,” you say with shaky breaths, he ignores your pleas placing his hands around your hips, he starts rubbing the icing on your hip around in circles with his thumb, the sensation makes your orgasm wash over you. Clenching your thighs together, trapping his head between your legs, your body begins to shake slightly, your back is arching off the table and your toes are curling “ah, Charr” you moan his nickname again and you squirt all over his face. You can feel his tongue lick up and down between your folds as he slurps up your juices leaving nothing behind.

You’re embarrassed, you try to cover your face with your hands before you can cover your face he grabs both of your wrists. Holding them above your head with one hand, you look up at him and he is standing between your thighs towering over you smirking while licking what’s left of your juices off his lips ``don't hide your face around me doll” he says. He wraps his free hand around your throat squeezing slightly and says “open your pretty mouth for me” you do as your told and he leans down to kiss you he sticks his tongue in your mouth he swirls it around letting you taste yourself and his birthday cake you moan into the kiss and his grip tightens on your wrist and throat you can tell he is starting to lose his patience “ I’ve waited so many years to trying to make you mine, can’t believe I finally have you” he says between kisses. He stops kissing you and stands up he takes his shirt off (like this) and pulls his sweatpants off his legs and you get to see how big he is your eyes grow wide you knew he had to be big because he is extremely tall but not that big he chuckles at your reaction and says “don’t worry love, I’ll make it fit, you’re already prepared for me from earlier” he pulls you closer to him by your ankles bringing your ass against his hips he has you spread open for him. One leg is around his waist the other over his shoulder. He looks at you and hesitates almost as if he is waiting for your permission. You nod your head letting him know he can continue with a wide smirk on his face. He slides himself into you with an intense force that’s not letting up. His hands gripping under your left thigh and over your right ankle. The position allowing him to reach deep inside your walls. His drilling pace has you spouting random nonsense.

“Fuck you’re so tight, you’re taking me so well,” he groans while looking down he moans at the sight of him stretching you. He repositions you both where both of your legs are spread wide in front of him. He picks up his brutal pace, bullying his thick cock in and out of your hole. The table shakes violently with each thrust you desperately try to grab hold of anything to steady yourself you end up gripping the sides of the kitchen table as he continues thrusting balls deep inside you. You’re both brought out of your pleasure when you hear a loud thud followed by a splat. You slowly raise up bracing yourself on your arms, Chris helps pull you to his chest by your waist. You both look down and laugh when you see the cake and utensils on the floor “so much for saving some for later” he laughs, you look up at him and say “we can get another one” in between your laughter he leans down and kisses you and you kiss back.

“Well since we lost our cake why not have some more fun with it hmm?” He says he lays you back down on the table, grabs a slice of the cake and breaks pieces of it all over your body and he smears more icing on your breast and thighs. With the cake still in his hands he pulls out flips you over setting you on the table. You’re on all fours, he smears cake on your ass. He bends down licking and biting the cake off your ass. He pushes you down by your lower back bringing your ass to meet his hips, he lines himself up and slides back into you with the same savage pace. He grips your hips and leans over you beside your ear and whispers “you feel so good, baby” your back is arching causing your shoulder and hips to brush against his chest and abs, breasts pressed against the cold counter top each thrust having your nipples rub against the freezing surface. You can hear the repetitive sounds of your skin slapping against one another with each of his thrusts. Your eyes roll to the back of your head being consumed by your pleasure. He raises back up and slaps your ass hard making you yelp out and moan and tighten around him “You like it when I smack your ass, huh?” He asks you can only moan in response he smacks your ass again “Answer me when I’m talking to you” he says “Yes” is all you can moan out in response. He grabs your hips picking up the pace and you grip the sides of the table desperately trying to hold onto something “ You’re so big” You moan when he pulls out. You feel your hot mixed juices spill out of you and drip down your thighs. He smirks at the sight, flipping you back over laying you down on the table. He sucks on your breasts eating the leftover pieces of cake that remains off your chest. After he finished eating and licking up the last bit of cake from your chest. He kisses and licks a trail down your breasts to your inner thighs. He sucks the icing from your inner thighs tasting chocolate on your skin. He bites hard on your inner thigh drawing a bit of blood making you cry out and he licks it up. You know he is leaving marks all over your body but you feel too good to care about it right now.

He picks you up and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He carries you to his bedroom in front of his full body mirror. He sets you down so you can face the mirror and he tells you to grab ahold of his forearms. You do as you’re told, he lifts you back up, spreading your legs in front of the mirror, his cock still erect and your dripping cunt can be seen in the reflection displaying your naked bodies to one another. He slides himself back into you with a painfully slow pace so you both can watch as his cock stretches you out as he slides in and out of you. You moan at the filthy sight. He comes inside of you but his pace doesn’t let up he bullies his cock in deep, fucking his cum into your tight hole.

As you feel your orgasm coming you clench around him begging him “Don’t stop, Charr ah, right there, feels so good” he stops and pulls out. You whine at the loss of your orgasm. “Let me cum, Charr” you plea “ beg for it, tell me how much you love my big cock stretching out your little pussy and filling you up” “Please, let me cum, I want you to fill me up with your massive cock that stretches me so well” you respond in between pleading cries. You feel him twitch inside of you after he hears your response.

He picks up his vicious pace once again drilling into you. You can feel his hot breathe on your ear when he says “cum on my cock” you grip onto his muscular tattooed arms tightly and throw your head back over his shoulder and you feel your walls clenching around him your legs begin to shake in his arms as you’re about to cum.

He watches your reaction through the mirror and pulls out once again denying you of pleasure.

You start sobbing with how frustrated you are you need your release once he sees your crying face in the mirror he feels a bit bad for teasing you so much, he thrusts back into you aiming his cock at all of your sweet spots causing your orgasm to come much quicker this time you moan “too much” “you can take it, you’ve been taking me so well all night” he says.

With that You squirt on him and your liquids splash out onto parts of the mirror he cums from seeing the mess you made your mixed juices drip out of you. Even though you both just came he picks up the pace drilling his cum inside you “you’re making a mess” he smiles “only for you” you reply with half lidded eyes. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum” he says “fill me up, Charr “ you moan. He twitches, cumming inside you biting your shoulder to suppress his moans.

He walks over to his bed and he lays down setting you on top of him. You guide his tip to your entrance and you push the tip in while slowly syncing down. You moan as his tip stretches you out bringing that familiar feeling back. You slowly slide down stopping half way on his cock enjoying the pain as he stretches you out you throw your head back and moan “you’re stretching m- so good” not making any sense. His grip tightens on your hips he slams you down on his cock while thrusting into you. You brace yourself on his shoulders, you're bouncing up and down on him feeling overstimulated. “Make me cum” you moan into his ear. “FucK” he groans as he continues thrusting up as you bounce on him, you soon cum with him, soaking the sheets beneath you.

Still inside you he flips you over where you’re beneath him on your back with your legs wrapped around his waist, you wrap your arms across his shoulders and he bites down on your shoulder. Lifting your waist with his left hand and holding your hand with his right hand he slides back in with ease and goes a slow steady pace as you both make out drowning in pleasure. He starts pounding into you and slowing down and pulling himself all the way out and slamming himself back in picking up his pace and slowing back down. The switch in pace has your body spasming underneath him. You cum first clenching around him he keeps thrusting as he feels his hot white ropes enter your already full hole you both moan and kiss.

He lifts your legs resting the back of your knees onto his shoulders, spreading your thighs apart as far as they can go while lifting your hips some more he starts drilling into you. You moan this angle making him reach deep inside hitting all the right places drives you crazy. He looks down where you’re both connected watching as your small cunt takes his large cock he can’t look away, the way his cock is glazed with your mixed juices, skin slapping against skin, your filled pussy squelching as you continue taking him. It puts him in a trance, he loses it and his brutal thrusts are too much for your sensitive hole, he moans ”you’re still so tight after I’ve stretched you out, it’s like your pussy was made for me” you moan at his comment, he leans down and starts leaving hickeys all over your neck. You’re a moaning mess beneath him, begging him to slow down. He kisses you and tells you “cum with me, beautiful” you constrict around him milking him as his thrust slows down. You’ve lost track of how many times he came inside.

After you both come down from your high Chris pulls out causing you to moan both your cum leaks out of you, soaking the sheets. Still holding your thighs apart, Chris looks at the mess you’ve both made. “I’ll never get tired of watching my cum leak out of you” he leans down and kisses you “I don’t think your gift could top this, the best night of my life” he says.

You laugh at his comment. He tells you that he will draw you both a bath. “May I borrow some clothes?” You ask him “yeah I’ll give you some of my night clothes” he responds. Chris walks to the bathroom and draws a bath for the both of you. After the tub is full at the right temperature he picks you up bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom setting you in the tub. He leaves the bathroom after telling you he is going to wash the sheets. You look around the bathroom as you wait for him to come back. You notice how big the tub is, it’s round almost as big as a small jacuzzi. You’ve been to his place many times before but you never paid enough attention. He comes back into the bathroom, bringing you out of your thoughts. He steps into the tub and motions for you to come over to him. You follow his command and he pulls you onto his lap.

“Wanna cum for me one more time?”

He asks, you nod in response. He kisses you and raises both of your hips out the water and lines himself back up with your entrance. He pushes you down on him and he sits you both back down in the water after you’ve taken all of him. He picks your hips up and slams them down helping you ride him. You’re riding him at a fast pace, moaning about how deep he is. You both begin making out as you continue riding him, water is violently splashing against your bodies and out the tub with his thrusts. You both don’t care only focused on the pleasure he tells you he is about to cum and you tell him you’re close too. He starts thrusting into you faster as you ride him quickly bringing you both to your release. You moan his name gripping onto him tighter as you both cum at the same time.

He comforts you and after you orgasm with lots of kisses and praises. He helps clean you out. You both soak in the tub washing each other and playing with the bubbles.

Chris gives you his shirt to wear for bed. He doesn’t put any clothes on himself, saying he is too tired to find something to wear. You both get into bed and lay on your left sides with Chris behind you. “Since we tried some of your kinks, can we try one of mine?” You ask “he raises up being curious “depending on what it is, we are both pretty tired it may have to wait until tomorrow” he says not wanting to over do it. “No, no it’s nothing hardcore“ you say. Once you explain that it won’t tire you both out he agrees. He lays back down and lifts your right up leg by your thigh, lining his tip with your entrance he slides his cock back into you. Causing you to moan at the familiar sensation. He lays your leg back down and wraps his arms around you, pulling the blanket over you both he kisses your shoulder.

“that was the best birthday I ever had” he exclaims. “now will you stop ignoring my feelings and be my girl?” He pouts when he says it “Yes, I’d love to” you say. His eyes light up as he smiles hearing your response.

You came over to attend your childhood best friend's birthday get together, for the two of you. To end the night cuddling his dick inside you and being your boyfriend. You’d never have expected the night to end this way you think as you drift off to sleep.

This was my first smut fic so if it’s bad I’m sorry. 💀 also sorry for the horrible formatting. With my nsfw head canons I had 4 characters Char, Dom, Wooin, and joker. All of their nsfw head canons are finished except for the smut part. So I didn’t want to post them missing the smut. As I wrote the smut for Char I realized how long it would be because I tried to include all the head canons I gave and I thought it wouldn’t fit the word count that tumblr has for a post so I’d just post the smut separately and link it to the head canons post. But since I don’t want to post the head canons without having all the smut done yet I’m giving this sneak pick for Chris’s smut and NSFW head canons.

Dedicated to @rossesnd @cozyunderworld @inosukehana

[facefullofsadness]

THAT SAKURA FIC…. was so good omfg.. do you by chance have any sub ish/switch yunjin thoughts bouncing around because i will die on the switch!yunjin hill as a soft!dom/switch reader….

tysm for liking the kkura fic!!! and YES OMG, love to headcanon basically every idol as a switch bc I am one LMAO

content - me rambling ab how obsessed I am w yunjin, ig smut? I mean I'm just sharing my thoughts lol

wc - 685

yunjin is such an auditory person.

I feel like regardless of taking on a dom/sub role, she lovesssss sound. so like I just imagine if she's topping, she'll moan with you as she slides her slick pussy against yours.

she's all, "fuck y/n, your pussy feels so good. can you feel it too? can you feel how fucking wet I am for you? you're driving me insane." GRRR SHE'S SO HOT !!

like even if she's in a dom situation, she'll BEG YOU to let her fuck you. and when you do, she'll be all whiney and desperate in your ear, saying how badly she missed how warm and dripping your hole is around her fingers. giving service top energy I suppose.

"god how I missed this pussy. you just take my fingers so well and feel fucking incredible around me. more baby? do you need more? don't hold back on me now."

IMAGINE IMAGINE she wakes you up at night, deep voice all low and croaky, and she rasps out so sexily in your ear, "babe, please please let me eat you out. you don't even have to stay awake, I just need to taste you." LIKE??!??!

and all of that ^^ already rides the fine line of her being a switch on her (kinda) dom side. just imagine her subby.

bc on the flip side, instead of fucking your pussy with her own, her holding you by your thighs and grinding, you're instead guiding her hips while she's on top of you.

"that's it baby, you can do it. grind against me just like that," you say, kissing her neck as she's clutching onto your shoulders and eyes squinted shut.

"ah y/n! please please, fuck it feels so good, fuck me harder please baby..." yunjin moans out.

you flip her onto her back where ur now on top of her, your guys' legs intertwined, and you hug her leg that's up in the air, fucking your cunt hard against her clit.

she pathetically moans your name and throws her head back, her hands clawing at the sheets and it worries you that she might actually rip them. and she's sooo vocal.

it gets you off to hear how good you fuck her and it only increases the sheer amount of arousal coursing through your body. she loves it just as much. in both dom and sub situations, yunjin gets hornier at your moans, her own moans, the wet squelching of fingers fucking each other's holes, the slurping lewd loudness of giving head, the slippery mess of grinding pussies with one another. she's so obsessed with it (she is a producer and composer after all yk yk).

also in my mind, although I don't think she's sensitive, as opposed to someone like chaewon or winter who in my mind, you trail your fingertips against their abdomen and they shiver. yunjin's not like that, but I do see her feeling ignited when you're direct.

say you come up behind her while she's playing guitar sitting down, wrapping ur arms around her waist and kissing her neck while you moan with every mark. oh, the way she'd throw her head back and give you more space, her breathing immediately getting heavier.

or even imagine sitting on her lap while ur at the lsfm dorm for a movie night (how many fucking "movie night at their dorm" fanfics have you read? add +1 to ur list!), or vice versa, and leaning in to her ear and let out an orgasmic moan. just for fun! just for shits and giggles!

the way her body would tense up and thighs would clench. she'd look at you in the eyes and you would chuckle at how much lust immediately filled her's.

anyway to conclude, both of you being switches would curate a dynamic where you could both play either role you wanted when either of you wanted it. if one day u wanted to bottom, she'd top you. if one day she wanted to bottom, you'd top her. yunjin just loves fucking you and loves being fucked by you.

a/n - I feel like my headcanon that she loves sound during sex was purely self indulgent and not a part of what anon was asking but HEY! this is my blog shhhh, let me have my fun! anon, idek if this is what you wanted, I feel like this isn't even that LMAO, she's barely even a sub in this DDD:

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Closer to You

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 4.8k

Includes- Slight angst, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, face riding, tongue riding, squirting, cock riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Yes fuck", I moan, grinding my pussy on Seonghwa's face, his mouth sucking on my clit hard and fast

I look down at him, his eyes closed, him looking like he's in heaven

I never thought I'd find myself in this position

But my best friend is hard up, asking me to ride his face and I threw caution to the wind

He sat against my couch on the floor, took off my pants and panties, tilted his head back on the cushion and I sat on his face, his tongue immediately moving

His hands on my thighs, fingers digging in my skin as he uses that fucking mouth to suck on my clit like I've never been sucked on before

I had no clue how skillful Seonghwa is at oral but he's hands down the best I've experienced

"Mmm", he whimpers, slurping all over my clit, "Fuck yes. Cream my face jagi. Drown me"

I am indeed drenching his face as I've never been this wet before

Never been this horny before

I move my hand in his hair, keeping his head right where I want him

His mouth moves even faster, driving me so close

"Yes fuck baby", I cry, right there, "Just like that Hwa, fuck suck my clit just like that"

His next suck throws me over the edge, my orgasm hitting me so hard, intense pleasure ripping right through me

"Seonghwa! Yes!", I cry, his mouth not stopping, sucking me through the bliss, "Oh god, fuck"

As soon as my orgasm is over, I don't get a break, Seonghwa now using his tongue to play with my clit, three of his fingers sliding into my cunt from behind

"Ffff...fff", I trail off as his fingers start pumping into me, driving right into my spot, "Yes, yes, yes"

He uses the tip of his tongue to rapidly lick my clit as he moves his fingers

He moans against my clit, "Fuck, love your swollen throbbing clit jagi. Making me so fucking hard. Don't want this throbbing clit out of my mouth"

"Ddd ..don't worry", I murmur, "You can have it baby. Don't stop"

"Good jagi" he hums, tongue rolling over my clit again and again

"Fuck Hwa, you're fucking mouth, your tongue is so fucking amazing", I praise him as I clench down on his fingers, "Fuck so good at oral"

"I have an oral fixation and love eating pussy.", he answers, "Its my favorite"

Yeah well it pays off

And I'm slightly jealous that other girls have felt this before I have

"You're pussy is my favorite though", he says, his fingers slipping in and out of me so pleasurably, "Pretty swollen clit, tight wet hole, yummy sweet cum. I think I need to eat you out more often"

After this experience, that will not be a problem

His mouth moves around my clit again, this time softly suckling, the gentle pulls making shivers run up my spine

"You can Hwa", I promise

"Yeah?", he asks, between sucks

"Yes. As long as my pussy is the only one you eat"

I definitely don't want to catch anything if he goes down on as many girls as it seems

"Mmm hmm", he moans, the vibrations of his voice adding to the pleasure, "Yeah jagi. You're pussy can be my only one. As long as you're ok with me eating your cunt everyday"

I'm more than fine with that

"Yes Hwa"

He groans into my clit, switching between gentle sucks and licks, a contrast to how hard his fingers are fucking me

It's fucking mind blowing

"Ggg..gonna squirt", I warn him, with the way he's working my spot and my clit simultaneously

"Your...your pussy squirts?", he asks in surprise

"Yyy..yes. If you...do everything right"

"And I'm doing everything right?"

"Yes", I gasp

He's doing more than everything right

He's giving me so much bliss that I've never felt before

Pleasure that other guys try to give me and fail, he's doing so easily

"Fuck, squirt in my mouth", he whines, his lips attaching back to my clit

All he does is suck once and I'm gone

"Fuck Seonghwa!", I cry, my orgasm crashing over me, unbelievable pleasure in every part of my body

His fingers pull out as he moves me over his mouth, my pussy squirting right into it

His fingers move to my clit rubbing, keeping me in pleasure as he moans and I can hear him swallowing over and over

"Mmm", he groans, his tongue licking my hole as I continue to squirt

Fuck, he's so hot

His tongue continues to fuck into me when my orgasm finishes, wiggling in as far as it can go, my cunt clenching on as much of his tongue as I can

"Cream my tongue jagi", he begs, "Ride my tongue and cum all over it. Use my tongue to get off"

With that, he slips his tongue inside, holding it in my pussy

Jesus Christ, he's kinky

And it's such a turn on

I start moving, bouncing on his tongue as much as I can

He moans so erotically, his fingers gripping my thighs so fucking hard, I know he's leaving bruises

I moan like a slut, dropping my hips down faster and faster, my pussy leaking like a fucking waterfall, all over my thighs and definitely all over his face

It completely surprises me how much he loves this

Like I've had guys give me oral because they felt they have to

But Seonghwa...it seems like he lives for it, getting pleasure out of it

He switches things around, holding me in place with one arm around me and now thrusting his tongue into me, still as pleasure filled as ever

"After you cream my tongue, sit on my cock please", he begs, his tongue fucking into my hole as he speaks, "Use me. Wanna be your fuck toy"

What the fuck?

"You want..."

"Want you to fuck me", he confirms, "Please baby. I need to know how you feel around my cock. I promise my cock is just as good as my tongue"

I look down behind me, shocked to see his cock out, standing painfully erect, cum crying from the tip, his hand around his base

But he's not jerking himself off

Just holding his cock

When did he take his pants and boxers off

Christ, I'm in so much bliss I didn't even notice it

"Please"

"Mmm Hwa, yes", I agree, the sight of his long thick cock burned in my head

I want to sit on it right fucking now

"Yes, fuck" he murmurs, his tongue moving even faster into my hole

"Fuck Hwa", I whimper, feeling my orgasm rush towards me

I hold on to the couch cushions as I cum, his tongue thrusting inside and staying, letting me ride out the massive pleasure

He swallows as I cum in his mouth, his tongue never leaving me as I clench around it blissfully

Only when I finish does he pull it out, then presses a soft kiss to my pussy lips

I move my legs immediately, getting in his lap, sinking right onto his cock that's he's holding up for me

"Of fuck", I cry as I slip down his length inch by inch, his thickness stretching me wide around him

"Jagi, fuck", he pants, his eyes on my pussy taking him, "So pretty"

Grabbing and holding onto his black tank top, I move my hips as I take him, wiggling down his fat cock, my pussy greedily sucking him in

Each inch feels phenomenal, my pussy getting even more drenched

I can't believe it feels this good just getting him in

I finally bottom him out, adjusting my legs so it's like I'm squatting on him which will make it easier to ride him, his cock throbbing inside me

I move my gaze to his, immediately blushing as I take him in

His face is glistening in my juice and cum, as is his neck and chest

His hair is a mess, his eyes fucked out, his mouth slightly open, his tongue lolling out from the side of his mouth

God, he looks so fucking ethereal even though he's a mess

His eyes move to mine, softly smiling, his hands moving from my waist up my body, pushing my shirt up

I let him take it off, my bra following, then I slide his tank top up and off

And I'm hit with Seonghwa I see on stage, his muscular arms and chest and abs on display for me

I don't even realize I'm running my fingers on his chest until he moans softly

My gaze moves back to him, as he bites his lip, his hands cupping my boobs

He squeezes so gently, his thumbs running across my already hard nipples

"Fuck", I whimper in pleasure, my cunt clenching around him hard

He groans, his eyes closing as his head tilts back

"Please", he whimpers

Holding onto his upper arms, I slide up his cock, shivering as I feel him drag through me, every ridge of his cock felt so acutely

"Oh my fucking god", he moans, his hand tightening around my boobs, "Tight. So Tight"

I drop back down, bottoming him out, his cock head hitting my spot, sending stars blasting in my vision

I move again and again, craving to feel him move in my cunt

God, he fits inside me perfectly with no room to spare, touching all the right places, filling me so fucking well

I never had a cock this good before

Like he was made for me

"Is this what you want?", I breathe, bouncing on his cock, pleasure running up my spine, "Want me creaming your cock like I creamed your mouth?"

"Yes", he whines, the pleasure on his face so beautiful

"Well you're lucky I like your fat cock", I tell him, "Nice and hard, so easy to ride. Might have to use your cock more often"

"Yes", he pants, lifting his head, his dazed gaze on me, "Use me everyday"

I smirk, as sweat fills my hair, running down my body, fucking him harder with every bounce

"That what you want?"

"Yes", he confirms, his eyes moving down to my pussy taking him, "Want your tiny tight pussy wrapped around me everyday. Creaming my cock just like this. Coming on me over and over"

"You don't want another pussy?", I ask, running my fingers in his long black hair, trying to gauge how serious he is

Because if he is, I'd definitely fuck him everyday

His eyes snap to mine, shaking his head

"No. I want your pussy", he says clearly, "You. I want you"

I feel my face heat up as I shyly say, "Ok"

He nods, his hands gripping my hips, his gaze on me

Not his cock being pumped into me, not my boobs, not closed

His eyes are looking directly into mine and I can't move mine away

I move my arms around his neck, clenching on his dick every time he slides in, grinding down on his head once it's against my spot

"Really like the way you move on me", he says, his fingers softly trailing up my back, "So pretty. So mesmerizing. You're so beautiful"

He has got to be kidding

I'm sweaty and breathing hard, I have to look like a mess

While he...yeah he looks like a mess too but he's stunning no matter what

"You are jagi", he says, making me blush hard

"Thanks Hwa. You're gorgeous too", I tell him, "So hot"

Her smirks, sending my heart into overdrive, "Not as much as you jagi. Never had someone so beautiful fuck me before"

I break eye contact, looking down

Ok, I know he's lying about that

He's slept with other idols and they are one thousand percent more beautiful than me

His hand moves to my chin, lifting my head, my eyes back on his

"I'm not lying Jo. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen jagi. I swear"

I'm so surprised and I don't know what to do with that

My best friend is telling me this

It's something you tell a girlfriend, not me

He just smiles and I give him a small one back, riding him harder, trying to mask how thrown I'm feeling

And trying to hide how I feel about him

How I always felt about him

But that doesn't matter

That's not what's happening here

What's happening is I'm just fucking him because he's horny and I was here and available

He doesn't want me like I want him

And it's fine

I'm ok with this being one time

I figure all the things he says are in the moment things and nothing more

It's fine, I can pretend for a little while

I move my legs faster, rocking on his perfect cock, feeling him fill me over and over

I clench him hard, making him moan in pleasure

"Fuck, need you to cum on me", he whines, his gaze at last moving to my pussy fucking him, "God, fuck, so much cream jagi. Making my cock so pretty in your mess"

"Mm hmm", I murmur, "Gonna make a bigger mess all over your cock"

"Go ahead baby. You want it. I feel your cunt pulsing so hard. Like you did on my tongue", he urges, "You wanna cum around my cock so badly"

I nod

I do

So fucking much

"You wanna cream my fat cock, rub your little spot on my cock head, clenching my cock over and over. Don't you?"

"Yes!", I yell, the pleasure taking over

"Then cum on my dick", he growls and his voice sets me off

I slam down, ecstacy tidal waving over me as I cum the hardest I have today

"Oh my fucking god!", he yells, "Fuck so good. So fucking good"

I can't think, I can only feel as I clench on his stiff as a rock throbbing cock, my hand pulling his hair so hard his head is tilted back

His nails dig into my back as he holds me up, both of us screaming in pleasure

It's so much, my brain getting foggy as I come down from my orgasm

I clench his cock, feeling that he's still hard and I wonder if he came or not

It sounded like he did

I open my eyes I didn't know I closed, letting go of his hair

He looks at me and I'm shocked to see tears in his eyes as he pants for breath

"Did you cum?", I ask

He shakes his head, "Nnn..no. I forced it back. It...it felt so fucking good. I...I want more"

I'm shocked at his words

He held back?

"Please?", he asks

I nod, "Need you to fuck me this time Hwa. Need you more"

He nods, pulling me against him, holding me as he stands up

He puts me on the couch on my back, spreading my legs wide open

"Fuck, so much cream", he murmurs, his head ducking down

I feel his tongue on me as he licks my pussy, moaning against me

He cleans my pussy, then sits up on his knees, his eyes running along my body

"Baby's so sweaty", he says

Yeah I am but so is he

It's glistening on his body, his muscles shiny with it, his hair completely drenched

He leans down, his tongue on my lower stomach and he drags it up my body slowly, licking me

Over my belly button, between my boobs, along my chest and up my neck

"So fucking good baby", he murmurs in my ear, his tongue licking my neck again, "God, everything on you tastes so fucking good"

I'm completely blown away

I actually have no thoughts in my head which is surprising as I always have a comeback for something

But now?

I got nothing

He moves my legs around his waist as he sits up, his cock head pushing into my cunt again

My pussy happily takes him, once again tugging him inside as he slips in

"God, this pussy loves my cock", he murmurs, starting to thrust lighting, pleasure humming in my body, "Sucking me in, eating my cock perfectly"

With each stroke, he moves harder, his head smashing my spot, sending stars in my vision again

His hands grip my waist hard as he fucks me slow but so fucking deeply, making sure his entire length in engulfed in my pussy

I feel him in my stomach, the pleasure fucking insane and I don't want him to stop

I watch him fuck me, his hands holding onto me so tight, the veins in his arms are popping

His chest muscles move under his perfect skin, his abs so tight as he pounds into me, concentration on his face, sweat running down from his hair, his tongue poking out of his mouth, his eyes watching my hole take him

And in this second, I'm so jealous of the girl who he's gonna choose to be with

Not only does she get a sweet, loving, supportive man but she gets the wild sex side of him too

I hate her, whoever she is

His gaze lifts, meeting mine, a smirk on his face, making my heart pound

"Love watching this pussy take my cock. Like you can't get enough"

"I can't", I tell him honestly

"You don't have to worry jagi. I'm yours remember? You can have me everyday"

It hurts because it's not true but I just smile and nod

He impales me on his dick over and over, the stimulation to my spot driving me closer and closer to coming

"Www..where should I cum?", he asks, his breathing getting labored, as he plunges his cock in so deep

"Finish inside me", I tell him, wanting to feel his cum fill me

"Fuck yes", he murmurs, "Thank you"

I don't say anything, figuring it was just something he said in relief

I squeeze his cock so hard, my cunt fluttering around him uncontrollably, so close

"Cum for me jagi", he murmurs, "Cum for my cock"

He thrusts again and I snap, falling over the edge, my mind blanking as ecstasy pounds into me and I squirt all over his cock

"Seonghwa!", I scream at the top of my lungs, feeling like I'm fucking floating as pleasure wracks my shaking body, "Seonghwa! Seonghwa!"

It's so much, so intense that tears are falling down my face from how fucking good it feels

"Oh fuck", he cries, moving on top of me as he sheathes his entire cock inside me

His hand behind my head, pulling up to him, his lips crashing into mine in a searing mind altering kiss

I feel his cock throb then his warm cum fills me just as his tongue slips inside my mouth, playing with mine

I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him back just as passionately, my entire world changing in that one kiss

I feel like I'm on top of the world, my head dizzy, like I'm where I belong

With Seonghwa

He whimpers my name, his mouth right back against mine, kissing me stupid as we come together and ride out the pleasure

As the bliss fades, he doesn't stop kissing me

He pulls out, moving next to me, both of us instinctively turning toward each other

His arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against his skin, my arms moving around his neck, our legs tangling together

He keeps kissing me and I completely melt into him, gladly taking his kisses for as long as he wants to give them to me

I'll never have his kisses again so I happily fall into him

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"Ugh", I moan, my eyes opening, my body so sore

I need to get up and stretch or something

I try to sit up but there's something on top of me, holding me down

I hear a light snoring as I look down, shock taking over as I see Seonghwa asleep, half on top of me

Everything that happened earlier rushes back and I realize that after we kissed for who knows how long, we fell asleep

He's cuddled against my chest, his head on my boob, his arm tightly wrapped around me, my arm around him too

His body is on top of my right side, which is why I can't get up

But it's Seonghwa and I don't care

I turn my body back to him, admiring how completely gorgeous he is

He's literally perfect

I moved my fingers in his hair, slowly running them in the soft silky strands

My god, I'm so in love with this man

I would give anything for him to see me the way I see him

To have his love

To have him kiss me like he did before...to be able to get them all the time....I can't even imagine that

But it'll never happen

He'll find someone he loves and I'll continue to be his best friend

As long as he's happy, I'm ok

I keep playing with his hair for awhile, not sleepy but not willing to wake him up just yet

I just don't want him to leave and that's what'll happen when he wakes up

Unfortunately for me, I don't have any luck and he starts moving within the next minute

My hand freezes in his hair as I panic and wonder if I should pretend to be asleep

His eyes open before I can decide, lifting and focusing on me

Shit

But he smiles so widely and I'm in utter shock

"Baby", he says softly, confusing me even more

I mean yeah he called me baby before but it was during sex

I don't even know if he realized what he said

I start pulling my hand out of his hair but he grabs my hand, turning it towards him and softly kissing my palm, his lips sending sparks flying up my arm

He moves, lifting his head and I expect he's gonna get up and this is over

I'm startled when his hand cups my cheek, his lips pressing against mine in the sweetest kiss I think I've ever had in my life

I fall into him, moving my arms around his neck, holding him tightly

I'm just in total heaven

His lips against mine, his tongue against mine, his body against mine

I never want this to end

Of course it has to but at least it lasts a few minutes

He pulls away, looking at me with a look in his eyes I can't place

But he's smiling softly

His fingers caress my face gently, my skin on fire from his touch

"I love you", he says

Complete shock enters my body

And fear that he's joking

"Are...are you kidding?", I ask

His eyebrow raises, "No"

There's no way....he has to mean it in another way

"You mean like a friend?"

He sits up and I do as well

"No Jo. Not like a friend", he says, anxiety now on his face, "I....I'm in love with you"

It's like my brain and heart won't believe it

It's just something I wanted for so long but good things like this don't happen to me

It's too good to be true

"Are you sure?"

He looks away, tension in his body, "Yeah Jo. I know how I feel. What do you think everything we did was?"

Is he kidding?

"Uh just sex?", I say, "I mean you have sex with lots of girls...I thought I was just...convenient because you were horny and I was here"

He looks at me with a look of shock on his face

"I...I didn't do this with you just because I was horny", he says quietly, "If I just wanted sex I could of called any of the fuck buddies in my phone"

I mean yes, but again I was right here so why would he call anyone when I'm more than willing to give it to him?

"I mean yes I was horny but I was horny for you. Just you. I wanted you. I've wanted you for so long"

So long?

Am I that oblivious?

"You never notice Jo but I swear when you're in the room, I can't stop looking at you. I can't stop wanting to be around you. I think about you all the time it drives me crazy"

My mouth drops in complete shock

I had no idea

"You don't notice me. Not like that and I just wish you would", he continues, "I want your arms around my neck everyday, your lips on mine everyday. I want your body against mine, your pussy around my dick, your cream all over me. I want to see you everyday. Spend time with you everyday. Hold your hand every day. Cuddle you everyday. I want you in my arms every night"

I take in all his words, slowly processing them

And getting more and more surprised and excited with each word that sinks in

"I want to love you everyday", he whispers, his eyes moving to mine, a look so vulnerable in his eyes, "And I want you to love me everyday"

I'm speechless but I don't need to talk

Moving my hand behind his head, I pull him to me, my lips crashing against his

His arms move around me immediately, pulling me against him, kissing me back just as passionately

As I kiss him, I just realized that I can have this all the time now

I can get his amazing, breathtaking kisses every day

I'm so fucking lucky

When we break away, he looks at me with hope in his eyes

"I love you Seonghwa", I finally confess, "And not like a friend. I'm in love with you too"

A gorgeous smile breaks on his face, taking my breath away

"Yeah?"

I nod, "Yeah. I want everything you want. I want to be in your arms every night. Cuddling with you Hwa. You have no clue how many times I imagined it"

"I know jagi", he says, "If it's as many times as I imagined it, I know"

Now I know that

"You were wrong about one thing Hwa. I always noticed you. Always. You are always on my mind too, you are the only one I've ever wanted", I tell him, looking lovingly at him, "I love you more than anything Hwa and I promise I'm going to love you every day"

He nods, "I promise I'll love you everyday Jo. It's all I've wanted to do for a long time"

"You're mine Hwa", I smile, "Finally"

He laughs, "I always was baby"

"Now I know", I giggle

"Yeah. And you're finally mine"

"I always was", I repeat to him

"Now I know", he answers, then kisses me again

And I'm on cloud nine

"Do you want to go out to eat?", he asks, after the kiss ends, "On a date?"

"I want to Hwannie", I tell him, "But I don't want you to get in trouble with ATINYs and your managers if we're seen in public"

He's now my boyfriend but he's still an idol

He still has rules to follow

"I don't care baby", he says, holding my hand, "I finally have you, I'm not hiding you"

"I don't want you to get in trouble Hwannie"

I don't want to be the cause of a problem or ATINYs being mad at him and pulling their support for ATEEZ

That's not fair to him

He and the guys have worked so hard to get there they are

"Baby", he says, his eyes on mine, "Let me worry about it ok? I promise it's ok"

"Are you sure?", I ask hesitantly

"One hundred percent"

"Alright", I give in

"Good baby", he smiles, "Let's get dressed ok"

"But....I'm just wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt"

"So am I jagi. We can have a casual date tonight. Tomorrow we can be fancy"

"Tomorrow?", I ask, excitedly as we get up to get dressed

"Of course baby. I was telling the truth about wanting to see you everyday"

I smile widely as I pull my shirt over my body, so fucking happy

He comes over to me after we're dressed, "So I was thinking, we go get food now, then go to your apartment where I can fuck you hard again, then make love to you"

I blush, that sounding so fucking perfect

"Then I can hold you all night and spend all day with you tomorrow. And at night we can get fancy and go out"

Oh god, yes please

"Is that something you wanna do?", he asks shyly for some reason

"Absolutely baby", I answer, "It sounds perfect"

"Great jagi", he smiles, "I love you"

"I love you Hwa"

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips

Then he takes my hand and me and my boyfriend leave the dorm to start our amazing long date

[wanderingblindly]

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part 1

“Hey, can I change this twenty in for quarters?”

”Bouncy balls are, what, like five bucks? Can’t I just buy it?”

”Are you kidding me? Any other arcade you can get twice as many credits for the same price as this shithole. This is ridiculous.”

“Can I get five nachos and six cokes? Actually, can you make one of them a sprite? Thanks.”

The rush of people finally dissipates and Oscar can take a breath. He takes the opportunity to wipe down the counter. There’s not much on it, but it helps to break up the day a little bit.

He looks up for the next customer.

Ah. It’s frosted tips guy.

”Hello, Oscar!”

Oscar’s heart stutters a little bit before he remembers he’s wearing his goddamn name tag. “Hi there,” he says with a little wave. What the fuck is he doing.

Frosted tips smirks slightly. “I’m here to tell you that today is a momentous occasion,” he says rather pompously.

Oscar can’t help but smile at him. “Oh? What is it?”

He puffs his chest out a little. “I’m gonna win that lava lamp today.”

Oscar crosses his arms over his chest. “Alright. That’s gonna be 5,000 tickets.”

Oscar expects him to balk and set his sights on a more reasonable goal. Instead, he gets this thoughtful look on his face, a hand coming up to scratch at the non-existent hairs on his tanned chin.

“Alright. I’m gonna need one of them slurpie thingies–“

”Slushie.”

”– right. And,” he dumps a handful of five and one dollar bills and some coins on the counter, “however many credits this gets me.”

After he gets frosted tips guy’s slushie flavor (“cherry, obviously”), he hands back the requested slushie, the appropriate amount of credits, and a one pound note he found amongst the dollars.

”Cheers, mate!” frosted tips says cheerfully as he strides determinedly towards the arcade machines, chomping on the straw as he slurps his slushie.

Oscar salutes him as he leaves. He’ll need all the luck he can get to gather that many tickets.

part 2

Frosted tips dumps a bunch of tickets on the counter. ”Alright. Where am I at?”

Oscar counts out the tickets, but he can already tell by the pile that it won’t be enough.

”That’s two hundred thirty-two.”

Frosted tips gasps loudly.

“No!”

He flops over dramatically, then sips on his slushie, looking completely dejected. Like a sad, wet cat. Cute. Wait, what?

Suddenly, his face pinches up and he starts pacing wildly in front of the counter. “Gah! Brain freeze!” he says, before dropping down to the floor.

”… Hello?” Oscar calls tentatively. There’s a long drawn out groan in response.

”Do you want to keep going?”

”Mmph.” A hand comes up from behind the counter and slaps a twenty dollar bill on top.

”Thanks.”

”Hnng.”

”Here’s your credits.”

”Mmhmm.”

”Are you alright?”

”Hmmng.”

He watches frosted tips guy slowly clamor his way to standing, then point seriously at the slushie cup. “These things are dangerous,” he says with all the solemnity of the grave.

”Hmm. I’ll keep that in mind.” He can hear the smile in his voice. Damn it.

”Good,” frosted tips says, “you should.” He maintains eye contact for a few moments longer before waltzing off, cherry-flavored slushie still in hand. Oscar watches him take a tentative sip, wince, then take another sip. Oscar still has a smile on his face when the next customer comes up.

part 3

Frosted tips slams his tickets on the counter as he rushes past.

”Can you count these while I go pee? Thanks kay bye,” he says all in one breath.

Oscar starts separating the tickets into strips of 10, glancing over to the ticket-counting machine to his left. If he feels warmth blossom in his chest, that’s nobody’s business but his own.

”Okay,” frosted tips says upon his return, “that sorted, where am I at?”

Oscar glances up. The man in front of him is practically bouncing on his feet, repressing a smile like a firefly caught in clasped hands. Oscar wants to set it free.

”Your total now is,” he checks the previous total he’d written down on a notepad, “one thousand and two.”

And oh, there it is. His smile is softer than he expected, even as he preens. Quietly pleased.

”I finally found a game that I’m good at.”

”Uh huh?”

”Yeah. The basketball one.”

”Nice.”

Oscar crooks a smile in his direction, who beams back at him. Oscar is staggered by the force of it, something cracking open in him a little in response.

”Right, I’ll just crack on, then?”

And oh. Right. Conversation. He’s pretty sure that he’s been staring, given the way that cute guy’s (when did he decide to change that moniker?) eyes are twinkling at him.

”Ah, yep, sure, see you in a bit.”

And then cute guy winks at him. Cute guy. Good grief.

part 4

”It’s hopeless!” cute guy moans from where he’s slumped on the counter. He dejectedly shoves another nacho into his mouth, face still pressed against the counter.

”What happened to basketball?” Oscar refuses to think of his pout as cute. Except he already thinks of the other man as “cute guy” so that battle is probably already lost there.

”My arms hurt,” he whines, “I’m not cut out to be a basketball player.”

”Yeah, I could already tell that by your height.”

”Hey!” cute guy yelps in indignation, sitting up in the foldable steel chair he found to make his pity party more comfortable.

Oscar watches him eat some more nachos. “So, are you quitting your quest for the lava lamp?”

”Nah,” he says once he’s finished chewing and has a swig of sprite, “I just needed to refuel. Seventeen fifty you said, right?”

Oscar nods, quietly impressed that he’s continuing. However, as the night goes on, cute guy gets quieter and quieter every time he stops over to check his total as it becomes clear that he won’t be able to meet his goal. When the arcade finally reaches closing time, he shuts everything down and goes to find the man that’s been the highlight of his shift.

”Hey, I’m sorry but we’ve gotta lock up.”

Cute guy straightens up from the pinball machine, looking a little rueful, a little sad, but not despairing. “Ah, well. Didn’t quite make it. Gave it a good try, though, eh?” He laughs a little, drily. “Knew it was impossible. We both knew this was how it was gonna go. But I tried anyway, right?”

And yeah, that just won’t do. Mind made up, he says “come on,” to the cute guy with the frosted tips, and walks over to the skee ball machine.

“Hand me whatever credits you have left.” He hands them over, mystified but clearly understanding where this is headed. Oscar takes the credits, slots a couple in, takes a deep breath, and plays.

Skee ball is a simple game.

You’re given five tries at it, each ball about the size of an apple, and a ramp to reach the target. There’s a bullseye in the middle with concentric circles surrounding it for less and less points the further from the center you go. The goal is to slot the ball in to a hole at the bottom of each circle to win the most points.

The real points, however, are in the upper corners.

”Holy shit, Osc!”

The rest of the arcade is empty, but Oscar knows he only would’ve heard them in their little bubble anyway. The beeps and ringing noises of the skee ball machine. The satisfying thunk and slide of the ball itself. The pretty boy beside him, yelling in his ear, filling him with lightning.

By the time Oscar retrieves the lava lamp, cute guy (he really should know his name by now) is quietly smiling, hands in his pockets.

”Ta da,” Oscar says, about as playful as he gets. “Now, I got you your lava lamp and I don’t even know your name.”

He carefully sets the box with the lava lamp down, treating it reverently. He turns. He holds out a hand.

”I’m Lando.”

”Nice to meet you, Lando. I’m Oscar.”

”Yeah, I know.”

”Right. The name tag.”

”Yeah. The name tag.”

They both pause, the moment warm and syrupy.

”Well-“ is said.

”See you–“ at the same time.

They both laugh.

”Have a good night,” Oscar says, his voice curled around a smile.

”Yeah. You, too.”

STOPPPPPPPPPPPP PURPLE HEART THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE ;ASDKJFA;LSJDFLASJDFLKAJSDFLKJASLDKFJLASDFJLSAJDFL oscar and his recently discovered Emotional Support Idiot, that's it. That's the fic that's the twee that's the thesis oh my GOD

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Man 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen

Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

A few days pass as the humiliation of your big lesson clings in the air. You think about it too much. Enough that you find yourself cringing to yourself on your bike ride home or even when lying in bed. You’ve never been the most socially adept so the encounter leaves you reeling.

As you help Bre with opening, you feel your heartbeat pick up once more. You need to chase the elephant from the room. You puff out and wet your lips as you glance over at her. She measures out grinds into the silver machine as her eyes pinpoint on the task.

“Um, so, Bre,” you approach her warily with a fresh sleeve of cups, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Mm,” she grumbles groggily. She’s on her second coffee already and she only just got there twenty minutes ago.

“So, um, that guy, from the other day,” you rub your boiling neck, “with the mustache. You said he’s the boss. So he owns this place?”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes as she shuts the lid of the machine and turns the silver dial on the front. She shakes her head as the machine starts to brew and she plants her hand on the counter in front of it. She faces you, her other hand going to her hip.

“Mr. Hansen? Lloyd. Hansen.” She enunciates as if you should know the name.

Your lips downturn and you shrug, “is that his name?”

“Are you new in town?” She asks hotly.

You nod, “yeah, actually. I used to live about forty minutes out of town but there was nothing there--”

“It shows,” she retorts, “he owns this shop, he owns the street outside, he owns me, he owns you. He owns this city. Got it?”

You hum and nod as you look thoughtfully to the ceiling, “not really. But he’s important, got it.”

“Just if he comes back in, come get me and say as little as you can. And please, for the love of god, do not ask him for money,” she snips.

“Oh, alright,” you deflate, “I didn’t know--”

“Now you do. Just trust me when I tell you, you don’t want to fuck around with him. If he tells you to pour boiling water on yourself, you’re better off just doing it,” she sneers.

You wince, “okay, sorry, Bre, I was just asking.”

“You ask too many questions,” she turns and goes into the backroom. She returns, dangling a keyring from her finger, “open up. It’s time.”

You take the key and go to unlock the door and flip on the sign. You retreat back behind the counter, swallowed up by the tension between you. You regret asking. You thought it might help clear the air but now you can barely breathe.

When the first customer enters, you volunteer to help them. Bre just mutters and slurps from her coffee. She might have less of a headache if she takes it easy on the caffeine. You don’t say as much to her, nothing really at all as you work through order after order.

She hops onto prep as you man the till while the queue grows. The morning rush is in full effect as you slide baked goods into little paper sleeves and hand them over before sending customers down to the window to wait for their drinks. The hectic flow helps you forget about the awkward start.

When at last the crowd trickles down and the cafe hums with voices sitting at the tables, you have a moment to catch your breath and center yourself. You like this job, it’s just like your last one, but the company isn’t as pleasant. Bre taps her thumb on her phone screen and ignores you.

The ebbs come with hide tides and soon lunch has you scrambling once more. The smell of toasted bread and cinnamon has your stomach grumbling. You’re too busy to let the emptiness bother you for long. When high noon influx subsides, Bre yawns.

“Lunch,” she announces, “I’m going to head down to Tabitha’s. They’re having a clearance sale.”

“Oh, alright,” you agree, not mentioning that she said earlier you could go first, “I’ll be here.”

She doesn’t respond as she disappears into the back to get her things. You hear her leave through the side door that leads through to the alley. You sigh out and watch the sit-in customers on their laptops or chatting with friends.

You resist the temptation of the tarts staring at you from the display. You can hold out until it’s your turn. The door jingles and a new customer enters. You’re too fixated on the painting of a latte to glance over. Not until you sense the sudden shift in the air. Several people quiet and pack up to go.

Footfalls scuff across the floor and customers leave their unfinished drinks on the table as they hurry for the door. You peer around then at the approaching shadow. It’s him. Oh no. Bre isn’t here.

“Um, hello, Mr. Hensen,” you smile shakily, “how are you?”

He stares at you as he comes to stand across the till from you. His blue eyes darken as he lets a long exhale out through his nose. You gulp and your cheeks tremble. He tilts his head and arches a brow.

“Hansen,” he corrects.

“Right, Floyd Hansen, I remember--”

“Lloyd,” he hits his fist on the counter and you gasp. “Lloyd fucking Hansen.” He leans forward and bares his teeth, “get that through that thick fucking skull.” He reaches for you, grabbing the front of your shirt, “you won’t forget who I am.”

“I’m s-sorry, I’m bad with names--”

“Shut up,” he twists the fabric until it strains against the back of your neck, “if you weren’t so goddamn pathetic, I’d drag you across this counter.”

Your eyes round and you bat your lashes. He’s only an inch away from you. You shiver as he opens his hand and presses the vee of his index and thumb to your throat. You’re frozen, terrified. Who is this man?

“Get me my fucking coffee,” he squeezes then shoves you so you choke.

You stumble back and bring your hand to your neck. You nod, eyes glittering with unspent tears, and look around. You can’t remember what he ordered. You’ll just have to make something up. Or maybe you could just sneak out like Bre...

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Mm, Daddy Daddy

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Description: Being a student is hard. For your Master's degree, you have to contend with classes, labs, and assignments in addition to feeding yourself. You're treading water coming into the end of the Spring Semester when your roommate tells you she is breaking her portion of your lease and moving in with her new fiancé. You're left at wit's end and you're not sure how you'll make ends meet. Until, that is, a friend and colleague suggests a website called icanbeyourbaby.com. You're not sure what you'll find there, but Jake Seresin is not it. He's everything you've ever dreamed of and more. But can you keep him despite the contract the website insists you draw up? Will this ever be more than a short-term business arrangement? You hope so. Disclaimer: Female Reader, Slight BDSM, Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby Relationship. This is also very clearly an AU! In this universe, Jake is a high flying, jet-setting lawyer, a very successful one. This is a story completely full of adult elements. It is for adults 18+ only. Minors Do Not Interact. Warnings: Reader gets paid for her companionship. This is a Sugar Daddy/ Sugar Baby agreement, after all. Word Count: 4354 Author Note: Hello, hello all you beautiful people! I'm insatiable and you only have @desert-fern to blame for putting this thought in my head. Fern, this one is for you! I hope you'll find yourself a Jake to entice you into studying and call you 'His Good Girl'! 🥰 😘 Also, the real ones know. The title for this fic comes from Sam Smith & Kim Petras - Unholy.

AO3: Cross-posted here! Wattpad: Cross-posted here! Anthology Masterlist My Masterlist

College sucks. You love learning, and you love being surrounded by so many different, amazingly talented people. What sucks is how expensive it is. Even with a scholarship, a roommate, and not one, but two full time jobs, you're just barely making ends meet. You've just gotten out of a double shift from hell when you walk into your apartment to see that Joanna, your roommate, has her boyfriend over. They're making out on the couch, and while you'd love to ignore them, you need to make yourself dinner and then write a ten page treatise on the effects of pollution on bivalves due tomorrow during your last class for your final grade.

Just as you're pulling your last Cup Noodles out of the microwave, making a mental note to buy more tomorrow, Joanna speaks up.

"Hey, Blue." She sounds nervous for some reason. "I'm glad I caught you before you headed to your room for the night."

"Hey, Jo!" You sound about as tired as you look. "What's up?"

"Well…. Austinproposedtomeandisaidyes." Her last words are too fast for your already stressed brain.

"One more time, Jo? Slowly?" You point to your head. "My brain's kinda fried and I didn't get any of that."

"I said, Austin proposed to me and I said yes." She's proffering her left hand out to you and you can't help your own squeal of glee as you examine the ring and congratulate her.

"Umm, you're the sweetest, you know that, Blue?" Why does she sound so sad when she’s telling you such nice things? "I hate to do this to you, but, um. Well, I'm moving in with Austin this weekend. Our landlady is letting me break my part of the lease, so the place is all yours."

You just congratulate her again, and watch as she and Austin retreat to her bedroom. When the apartment is quiet again, you begin to think. You dimly note how the fork in your hands goes clattering onto the countertop as you try to mentally catalog how many extra shifts you'll need to take to make your next month's rent payment and pay for classes at the same time. But no matter how you do the math, it doesn't add up. You'd need to work more hours than there are in the day and you still wouldn't have enough money. 

It's a conundrum that continues to churn away in the back of your mind as you slurp down the cold noodles and finish writing your paper. You'll need another roommate, at the very least. But summer break has already begun, and you're not likely to find one. Los Angeles is expensive. You mull it over for weeks, even after Joanna moves out. It's your lab partner at the Marine Institute, a girl named Samantha, who suggests an unlikely idea which might just be the most likely solution.

"Create a profile on this site: icanbeyourbaby.com. It's a sugar daddy/sugar baby site. It's full of older men looking for companionship. I started it a couple of months ago and I don't have to worry about anything anymore." It's true. Sammie doesn't look stressed or tired anymore. Her clothes are all new. You thought she'd just gotten a great job, which is why you'd asked if her boss was hiring. You'd never have expected Sammie with her neon pink and yellow hair, piercings and tattoos to be a sugar baby.

You turn the thought over and over in your head, trying to puzzle another way out of your situation without going into prostitution or living in the campus library out of a duffle bag for the rest of the year. When nothing else comes to mind, you fill out a profile on icanbeyourbaby. You stay as true to yourself as you can, feeling heat in your face and ears at the extremely in depth questions about sexual experience and kinks. Finally, you add a selfie taken recently at a friend's birthday party and hit submit. The congratulations screen is so cheery that you almost immediately want to slam your laptop lid down and curl up under your blankets. 

But you don't, because right as you try to, huge cheesy letters spell out "Congratulations, you got a match!" You're then routed into a chat window. You've been matched with a user called longhornlover, and when you click onto his profile, your jaw nearly drops out of its socket. 

His name, when you read through the details, is Jake Seresin. He's a lawyer working for a law firm downtown. He's just turned 34, and you can't quote this enough, he "needs a pretty girl on his arm for galas, dinners and parties, who is intelligent and able to keep up a conversation". Is this guy for real? At least the age gap isn't too bad. He's only 11 years older than you. Money is apparently no object and when you've flipped back to the open chat window, he's already messaged you asking you to meet him for coffee. 

You can't be blamed for saying yes, right? It's way too easy to sink into chatting with Jake on the app. He's more attentive than every man you've ever spoken to and he gives you butterflies every time he messages you good morning.

The day of your first date, you wear your best dress and walk out of your building, prepared to walk to the bus stop in order to make it to your date on time. You're definitely not expecting the shining blue Porsche idling on the street or the six-foot tall man leaning elegantly against the door. Jake's even more gorgeous in person. 

You stammer all over yourself as you greet him and then allow him to help you into the car, and whisk you away. He takes you to a little coffee shop outside of the city. The hostess leads you to a secluded booth and hands you a menu that is a leather bound book with no prices anywhere on the pages. It's quiet as you order an iced coffee and hand the menu back over.

"So, Blue, can I call you that?" At your nod, he continues, "Why did you sign up? What made you consider being a sugar baby?"

"Oh, I, um. My roommate just moved out, I'm working two jobs and I don't know if I'll be able to make rent, my school fees or be able to feed myself now that she's not going to be able to split rent with me." Your voice is quiet, ashamed. You're asking a stranger for money, practically.

"You're in school, your profile said. What are you studying?" He glosses over your shame so easily. Rich people really do have different cares from ordinary people like you.

"I'm at the University of San Diego getting my Masters in Environmental and Ocean studies." At his inquiring glance you continue, elaborating on the program a little bit. You finish up just as your waitress drops off your coffee, twirling her manicured nails in her hair as she smiles fetchingly at Jake. It's very satisfying to see how he doesn't respond to her at all.

"Thank you for telling me about yourself." He takes a sip of his coffee. "So what are you hoping to get out of this arrangement?"

This is the question you've been asking yourself non-stop for the past few days.

"I'd like to not have to worry about whether I'll be able to eat if I pay my rent and tuition. Or if I'll be able to sleep at night if I work and still have assignments I need to complete." You sip on your coffee, praying that all of your nervous sweating hasn't exposed the raccoon circles permanently tattooed under your eyes. "W-what do you want out of this?"

"I want you to be healthy and happy. And, when I have a company party or event to attend, I want you on my arm, smiling and being just as gorgeous as you are right now." His voice is so soft that the butterflies swarm up your esophagus.

"I can do that. Um, what about, um, sex things?" Your voice drops down to a whisper as you say the last words, sinking into your chair while furtively glancing around to see if anyone heard you.

"That's all up to you. I'd love to be able to call you my girlfriend and lavish a bunch of affection on you, including making you feel good. If that's something you're not comfortable with, then let me know." Jake's green eyes are glimmering with amusement as you stutter out your agreement.

Your eyes go even wider when he fishes an iPad out of his briefcase and pulls out a contract. He goes over every inch of it with you, making changes based on your comfort level, and then you both sign. That's how you became a sugar baby.

At the beginning it was all new and exciting. Jake deposited a quarter of a million dollars into your bank account the next morning, calling it your quarterly allowance. A part of you still doesn't believe that he's real. In the six months since that day, you've gone to no fewer than five parties, dressed to the nines in designer gowns with diamonds dripping off of your fingers, throat and wrists and been swanned around as Jake Seresin's girlfriend.

You love the kisses and possessive grip he has on your waist at those events. But you're at the point in your relationship, and it is a relationship - Jake had shredded the contract months ago, where you want more. You want the sleepovers at his penthouse downtown. You want him to call you his Good Girl and mean it as you bounce on his cock. So you take matters into your own hands. One Friday afternoon you let yourself into his penthouse, glad that at least you have the keys and don't need permission to do so. You set your bookbag down on the leather ottoman in the living room and pad into his bedroom. 

Jake's bedroom is your favorite place in the entire apartment. It's all pale wood and glass. His bed sits against the sole wall, a plush pillowy California King that you love taking naps in. You walk into the gigantic walk-in closet and pull out one of his button-down shirts, a pale cream one that you love seeing on his golden skin. The fabric is rich and silky and most importantly, ever so slightly transparent. You strip off all of your clothes and swathe yourself in the silky shirt. The cool fabric has your nipples turning into firm points and as you look at yourself in the mirror, you know Jake's going to love seeing you in his clothes, too. 

Then comes the next part of your plan. You settle down on the sofa with a throw over your lap and begin to study. Even though you have seduction on your mind, it's still finals season. Now, you wait. You're completely immersed in your Marine Law class when you hear the door open and Jake walks through the door. He's got a bag of groceries in one hand and his briefcase in the other.

"Hi, doll!" He sounds exhausted. 

"Hi, Jake!" Your voice is soft as you wave at him from your blanket burrito on the couch.

"How was your day, baby?" He sounds exhausted. You answer him from the couch, barely noticing him until you feel a kiss press against the side of your head. It's Jake, now dressed in just a pair of sweats with damp hair.

"When did you shower?" You can't help the confusion in your voice as you rub at your eyes from behind the frames of your glasses.

"Twenty minutes ago, baby." You can feel the amusement in his voice. "What're you so immersed in, huh?"

"Marine law." You keep scanning the slides in front of you, ignoring how his hands are tracing across your shoulders.

"Y'know, baby doll, I am a lawyer. So you can ask me for help if you want?" You can feel your resolve flagging as he sets your laptop down, unwraps you slowly from the throw, and tugs you into his lap. His hands trail teasingly over the bar expanse of your thighs, pausing at the junction of your hips, caressing the soft bare skin there.

"What do we have here, Baby Blue?" His voice is deep and velvety as he rucks the shirt up a little, knuckles firm against your bare stomach. 

"W-wanted to wear your shirt, Daddy." You can hear the rumble of his voice as he groans, trailing his fingers over your peaked nipples and back down to the apex of your thighs.

"And the rest of your clothes?" He's got a firm grip on each thigh, tugging them apart until your bare pussy is completely exposed.

"I-I took 'em off. Just wanted to be surrounded by your scent, Daddy." Your voice is a mewl as Jake massages teasingly over your clit, the barely there touches sending even more heat coiling through your veins.

"And you decided to be my good girl and study while you waited for Daddy to come home?" His calloused fingers pluck at your nipples with each word.

"Y-yes." Your chest is heaving, your mind going fuzzy and blank as Jake's - no - Daddy's hands rob you of all thought.

"You've been such a good girl, baby doll. D'you want your reward?" The fondness in Daddy's voice has you writhing as his hands open your tight walls up for him.

"Yes please, Daddy! Please!" He lifts you up with one thick forearm before working the sweats down to his knees. Now, you can feel Daddy's cock as it glides over your weeping hole as you wriggle in his lap.

"Come sit on this cock, Blue, baby." He punctuates the order with kisses that steal the breath from your lungs. You love when Daddy kisses you like this. You tug the constricting button down off, and carefully sink down onto his hard length. Daddy's cock is so big and thick that it nearly splits you apart. Each inch has your mouth open in a silent scream, and when he bottoms out, you're sweaty and exhausted. Your skin feels too tight and electric shocks are zipping across every inch that he touches. 

Daddy takes pity on you, letting you quiet on his cock, feeling how your walls clench around his length as you settle back against his chest.

"God, look at you, baby Blue. So pretty, my good girl, impaled on Daddy's cock like that." Daddy's big hands cup your tits, and you shudder before melting further into his arms. After several moments, he leans forward, tugging your laptop back onto your lap. "Gotta make sure my good girl is comfy. That she knows daddy is here for her always. Now, you sit here and study. If you're good, I'll fuck you until you scream later."

You're already so wet and aching for Daddy, that it'll be sweet torture to spend so long impaled on his length. His cock is pressing up against all the parts that make you see stars. But you're Daddy's good girl. So you do what he says. The first few pages, you're completely distracted, wriggling around in Daddy's lap, wanting more stimulation. But eventually you fall into a flow state, Daddy's presence comforting. 

You lose time. You must, because it's dark when the laptop closes and Daddy peppers kisses across your exposed shoulders. You're still impaled on his length, each thick inch pressing against your walls in the perfect way. You're slow to respond to the teasing caresses, nuzzling against the palm of Daddy's hand sweetly.

"Aww, baby Blue. You're so good for me, doll." Daddy's voice sounds so fond and it makes a small part of you light up. His praise and gentle words make you feel even better than his cock buried in you. When he lifts you off of his length, you sob at the empty feeling, weeping cunt clenching on nothing where it had once been wrapped around Daddy.

Before you can blink, you're splayed out on your back on Daddy's comfy leather sofa. He's crouched between your legs, gazing raptly at your heat as he pets across your hips and lower belly in slow soothing strokes. 

"D-daddy?" Your voice is tiny, as you try to swivel and nudge your hips closer to him.

"Yeah, baby doll?" Daddy punctuates his words with kisses against your inner thighs and your mound. Your mind whites out a bit at the pressure as he flattens his tongue over your fluttering, wet slit. His voice is smug as he continues, "D'you want something from Daddy, baby?"

You don't get the chance to respond, though. Between one breath and the next, you're being treated like a steak dinner placed before a starving man. Daddy feels like he's everywhere. His mouth and fingers devour you whole. Your entire body feels like a live wire, warring sensations dancing like electric currents across your skin as the band in your gut winds tighter and tighter. It feels like you're on a tightrope, dangling over a cliff.

Each heaving breath feels like too much and yet not enough oxygen is entering your lungs. You're begging and babbling, tugging on Daddy's hair in graceless sweeping motions as your mind forgets how to move or do anything than be at Daddy's pleasure. It's when Daddy growls against your cunt that you cum, screaming his name as your muscles lock with the force of your orgasm.

When you come back to yourself, it's on the cool satin sheets of Daddy's big bed. You feel wrung out and exhausted, mind floaty even as your limbs struggle to cooperate. You've just managed to sit up when Daddy wanders in, holding a condensation covered glass in his big hand. You make grabby hands for him, smiling as he drags you against his chest as you sip on the cool juice in the glass. 

"How are you feeling, baby?" You nuzzle in closer, sleepily peppering kisses across his chest. 

"Feel good, Daddy. Y'always make me feel good." The kiss Daddy presses against your lips consumes you body and soul. It takes several moments before you collect your frayed strands of thought.

"B-but, what about you, daddy? Did you cum?" Your voice is soft as you take his length in your hand.

"No, Blue, baby." His breathing hitches with each pass of your hand as you work his length in your fist. "But you don't have ta'...... Ahh!"

Each stuttering breath makes your smile just a little wider. Daddy's so pretty, his tawny mane of hair spread out against the pillow as a flush spreads across his chest. His big hand is curled around your bare hip as you slowly pump his length. 

"Doll, are you just going to tease me all night?" His voice is so fond as he tugs you close.

"No, Daddy." You melt into his chest as he kisses you. Each long slow slide of his tongue plundering your mouth has you pressing yourself closer. You kiss your daddy slowly, losing yourself to the touch.

"D'you want something baby?" There are big hands on your hips, stalling every movement as you try and fail to search for friction.

"Blue!" He's laughing now, peppering kisses across your pouting face as you fight to eke some pleasure out for yourself. But no matter what you do, you don't move.

"What're you searching for, huh, baby?" You growl as a result, stilling your hips as you suck kisses down his throat. You relish in the moans pouring out of Daddy's throat, brattily ignoring the teasing path of his hands across your lower stomach and breasts.

It's the sharp sting of a hand on your ass that has you squeaking and your mouth parting from the hickey you'd been leaving on Daddy's neck.

"Oh, baby. Did that sting?" As Daddy's big hands rub over your aching ass, you arch your back and try to nuzzle closer. But all that does is bring your bare skin closer to his mouth. The first wet press of his tongue to your peaked nipples has you moaning. You're so occupied by the dual sensations of the hands kneading your ass and the wet insistent suction of Daddy's mouth on your tits that you barely notice the pinching insistent pressure as Daddy's dick presses into you.

When Daddy finally bottoms out, you're already a drooling mess. This sugar baby arrangement is the best decision you've ever made. Daddy's a million times better than your first fumbling sexual experience in your prom date's pickup. His thick hard length in you has your pussy fluttering and already has you on the edge of an orgasm. When you're tipped onto your back in the sheets and Daddy starts to move, you're completely at his mercy.

Each thrust has you taking Daddy from root to tip. The entire room is filled with the lewd slapping of sweat-slippery skin against skin. Your breaths are punched out gasps as Daddy draws your legs up to his shoulders, holding them securely against his chest with one thick forearm as the other presses insistently against your engorged clit. Each brush of his calloused fingers coats them in your wetness and tips you even further towards your orgasm. You're babbling, hardly able to keep eye contact with the piercing, intent gaze Daddy's leveling on your sweat slicked skin. You cum with a scream, back arching off the bed.

"Aww, Blue, baby. Look at you! Fucked dumb on Daddy's thick hard cock." Daddy sets your legs back down as he pulls out of you and turns you so your back is pressed against his chest.

"You're going to be good, right Baby?" You're grinding your ass back against Daddy's ass unconsciously even as Daddy wraps a hand around your throat. You love having Daddy all over you like this. Even though you just came, you can't help wanting more. He uses the extra leverage to kiss your slack mouth until a thread of saliva stretches between your mouths.

"Daddy's gonna fuck your wet little pussy just like this with a hand around this little throat until you gush for me." His voice slows to a hiss as he teasingly runs his finger through your sensitive folds. "And you, baby. You're going to tell your daddy exactly how good he feels in that pretty little pussy."

You're nodding frantically, but that's not enough for Daddy. He smacks your pussy, tapping it until you're writhing against the steel hold he's got around your waist.

"Y-yes, Daddy! Yes! I can do that!" Your voice is a high pitched keen as you sob your relief at having Daddy buried inside you again.

He starts off slow, keeping the pace teasing as he pulls out of you until just the tip is sheathed and burying himself in you over and over again. Your hands are grasping onto his arms with all your strength, as you let Daddy chase his pleasure in you. His hand is firm against your throat, the pressure making you lightheaded and the sensations setting your blood aflame. With each slap of his hips against your ass you're telling him how good he feels. He's so big and thick you can't help it.

"Blue, baby." Daddy's voice is a purring growl which has your pussy dripping even wetter as your third orgasm builds. This one is going to be even harder than the last one. His hands pinch and tug at the heavy swell of your tits as they bounce with each thrust. "Cum for me, pretty baby. C'mon. You can do it. Cum for daddy."

"Yes, Daddy. Right there! M'so close. Wanna cum on your cock. Please. Please. Please. Please." You're still babbling for permission when Daddy's hands slide down to your clit and massage on the bud in time with his thrusts. When you come, it feels like you've been struck by lightning. You see stars behind your eyes as your orgasm builds and crests, seeming to never end. You vacantly feel Daddy empty himself in your sopping cunt, but that's it.

When you wake up, it's in the big bathtub in the master ensuite. There are hands carefully massaging shampoo into your hair and the water is steaming in the quiet night air. There's a deep relaxation weighing your muscles and bones as you blink yourself awake.

"Hey, Blue. How d'you feel?" It's Dadd- no, Jake, who's making you feel good.

"I feel so good, Jake." You kiss his wrist before turning so you can kiss him. He hefts you into his arms, not caring in the slightest that you're dripping soap and water all over his floor.

"You're back up, huh, baby?" At your nod, he kisses you before continuing. "I know you told me you've never been so far down before. And it definitely wasn't discussed. Was that okay, for you?" He sounds so worried as he sits on the tile with you dripping all over him.

"I'm perfect, Jakey. Perfect. It was everything I needed and more. If you liked it, I'd love to be your Baby Blue again?" You hope he'll agree. You love being Daddy's baby and brat.

"Absolutely, you can. But for the rest of tonight, how about we curl up on the sofa? I made some pasta and garlic bread." He grins at your nod before joining you in the tub again. This? You wouldn't give this up for anything in the world.

"Hey, Blue?" He sounds sated and sleepy.

"Yeah, Jake?" You cuddle closer to him and kiss his skin.

"Move in with me?" He sounds nervous. Like you’d reject him? After everything you’ve built a relationship with him? Not possible. You can’t believe what he’s asking you. You can’t even pretend to think about it. Your mouth runs away before your brain even processes the words screaming,  "YES!" while you kiss him until he’s breathless again. This man? You’re going to keep him forever.

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ABSOLUTELY LOVE UR WRITING! Could u do another fic/hc of fox just being adorable, boyish cute and all around his crush aka the reader?

thank you!!! im not 100% about this one but i wrote it with my cat like perched on my shoulder so pls allow it

Fox Mulder is a dork, and he deeply enjoys acting dumb because it makes you smile

He is so intelligent that that is part of what makes him attractive!! like his confidence in his own ability that he can just act stupid

u go and see him play basketball and you can see him looking at you and waving occasionally. he tries harder than he's ever tried before just to impress you but it just ends with trips and missed shots. this dorky smile never leaves his face the entire game and at the end, he feels like he's been battered because he's tripped so many times but you run over like "you were so good!!" and he's so smug and smirking- some of his team walk past and make a comment about how you're supposed to play the game standing up and he goes pink

whenever you make a coffee, he makes a point of telling u it's the best coffee he has ever had and every time you're like "you said that exact thing yesterday"

"well, what can i say, you impress me and exceed my expectations every day"

"Fox...it's literally just shitty filter coffee with creamer"

and he'll drink it with an exaggerated slurp and aaaaah to 'prove' to you how delicious it is

in a relationship, this behaviour just increases

you're in a quiet store, maybe it's late and you're grocery shopping and a slow jazz song comes on and he insists on slowly spinning and dipping you. you're giggling and trying to get out of his hold but he just needs up trying to get you to spin and dip him. "c'mon, i'm thinking of booking us a dance class"

"then we'll practice at the dance class; not at 10pm in a Walgreens"

"i think there's no time like the present to start learning" and he kisses u whilst swaying u in his hold

you go to the museum together and he's holding your hand the entire time and excitedly pointing out all the interesting facts

if there's a space exhibition with interactive elements?? he is queuing with the fourth graders to have a go. they'll walk up to him and ? why are you stood here and he's like OBVIOUSLy, to have a look at the space rocks

there's a section where you can queue to get a photo taken in a fake shuttle and the whole time you're waiting together he's telling you about how that isn't accurate and highlighting all the things that are missing or off about it

the kids in the queue are fascinated by him and asking him all kinds of questions which he loves answering but sometimes he gives an answer that's waaaay to confusing and they just stare at him blankly